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storiesofsvu · 5 months ago

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Bump in the Night

Aaron Hotchner x reader warnings: language, some anxiety/fear, aaron to the rescue type vibes, nothing serious, just a creeper. This was supposed to be a drabble... I do not know what happened...

While you weren’t actually part of the BAU, you were best friends with Penelope which meant that any girls night’s, baking tutorials, birthday, Christmas or Halloween celebrations, you were invited. Over all of those events you’d become a friend of everyone on the team, a happy face for them to see after a long week or more away. You regularly helped Penelope get things set up for them or were the one out running errands or picking up treats while she was finishing work. It was as if the two of you were their own personal slice of sunshine, which was exactly why Hotch always felt a blooming of warmth in his chest whenever Garcia mentioned you’d be in attendance or he’d round the corner and lay eyes on you.

The two of you clicked, he surprised himself, already coming out of his shell on the first night you’d met, something he usually reserved until he’d had time to fully profile someone and make sure their intentions were good. Instead you had him laughing by the end of the night, a sight that you definitely wanted to see again. There was a mild flirtation, but nothing that anyone else ever picked up on, and not one that ever moved past a little tease here or there, an offhand comment about how you were prettier than the girl eyeing Aaron up, or that the muscley firefighter really wasn’t your type. You were friends, which was all you really needed.

Friends morphed into good friends over the course of the year that you knew each other. First it was a run in at a coffee shop, Aaron halfway out the door in a rush to work, just enough time to flash you a warm smile and say hello before parting ways.

The second time he was pulling into a gas station, spotting you hanging up the nozzle a few pumps down before you got back into your car to peel away down the street.

The third was the produce section of the grocery store, you spotted him first, eyes darting through the items in his basket, nearly making him jump when you suddenly spoke from behind him once you’d figured out what he was making for dinner.

Number four was a bright sunny Saturday afternoon, Jack had insisted on going to the park with a few friends and Aaron ended up chaperoning. One of the kids spotted a friendly dog and when they raced of to pet it, he realized you were on the other end of the leash and made a comment that he didn’t know you had a dog. With a glittering laugh you explained you were dog sitting and the moment Jack realized you were a friend of his dad’s; Aaron was the one stuck dog sitting while you were being dragged around the playground.

The fifth was a late Friday evening, Jack was away for the weekend and Aaron had stopped to pick up a bottle of wine to have with his take out. While he stood staring at the bottles he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye but didn’t look up until he heard the familiar laugh as you snuck in front of him to grab your favourite. He asked if you had a hot date and you practically snorted, saying the only company you had that night was a pair of sweats and your couch. You then raised a playful eyebrow and teasingly asked if he’d been stalking you and his cheeks instantly tinged pink, nearly fumbling his words as he tried to explain he lived around the corner. Your hand on his elbow suddenly brought him back down to his senses and he was able to laugh it off when he clued in that you were completely joking, explaining you’d been wondering the same thing.

Upon the discovery that you were in adjacent neighbourhoods and that you worked from home, you exchanged phone numbers. On the off chance the jet was delayed, you could pick up Jack from school, stopping at the park for an hour until Aaron was home, maybe even get started on dinner and homework. If there was a last minute case and Jessica was still at work, you’d head over to be the in between buffer so Hotch could leave right away. He was insistent on you calling whenever you needed anything, he picked up your mail when you went on vacation, helped out with the leaky pipe in your laundry room and came in very handy when it came to changing the light bulbs you couldn’t even dream of reaching.

Currently, Jack was away at summer camp and Aaron was swindled into finally using up some of his vacation time. The first few days he’d deep cleaned the house from top to bottom, next it was a similar treatment for the yard. By the time he’d reached the second Tuesday he’d ran out of things to do until he ran into you at the corner store and you suggested seeing a movie considering neither of you had anything to do and the movie theatre air conditioning couldn’t be beat. With the heat on the rise, and a plethora of summer blockbusters you continued the new tradition each night that week. Most days you drove together, Aaron either picking you up or walking you home from his place depending on the weather.

Friday you’d been out with friends for a late lunch, had a handful of errands to run and were closer to the theatre than home, meeting him there. When he asked if you needed a ride you let out a small laugh, explaining that you’d driven, but thanked him anyway, the smile evident on your cheeks as he wordlessly insisted on walking you to your car at the very least.

Car windows down you had music going on the drive home, pulling into the driveway and enjoying the song for one more chorus before finally turning off the ignition and collecting your things. You made your way through the front door, relocking it behind you and tossing your keys down onto the small table in the entry way as you toed off your shoes.

You were making a beeline through the house to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water when a couple of thumps from the other side of the wall caused you to jump, your heart leaping in your chest. You left the kitchen light off, tip toeing through the room and you realized you’d left the kitchen window ajar earlier to get some fresh air in. Letting out sigh of relief you pushed it down so it was only open an inch or two, though your eyes caught movement across the yard, a clattering that sounded like your garbage bins and your brow furrowed, wondering why the automatic security light hadn’t caught what you figured was a raccoon.

Padding across to the doorway you flicked the light switch a couple of times, normally if the light was activated already that did the trick, but this time the yard remained pitch black.

“For fuck’s sake.” You muttered, digging around in a cupboard until you found a spare bulb before unlocking the back door and stepping onto the porch. Reaching up you went to unscrew the bulb and let out another annoyed sigh that it was actually just loose, so you screwed it back in, shielding your eyes as it burst to life.

The screen door swung shut behind you as you stepped back inside and you noticed a small duffle bag on the edge of the porch that at first glance didn’t look that familiar, but you didn’t really think much of it. A few people on your street often leant things to one another and you had been waiting on a couple of gardening tools, but you weren’t about to look into it now. The hairs on the back of your neck were still standing up and you were ready to be back inside behind locked doors, especially as your motion stilled and the light flicked off once again.

As you crossed through the kitchen to finally pull open the fridge you heard yet another clatter from outside and your stomach dropped when the security light flicked back on. Fridge quickly shut you backed into it, up on your toes in an attempt to peer out the window, praying it was just an animal. There was a light scuffling right at the back porch and you were so thankful for having immediately locked the door.

You were even more thankful for the lock when your eyes finally caught the movement, a hand creeping up through the railing near the duffle bag and you couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips. At the sound, the hand froze and you immediately leapt forward, slamming the kitchen window all the way shut and you saw a shadowy figure dart through the outskirts of the yard, just out of reach of the light. Your heart thundering in your chest you were honestly surprised you were able to dig your phone out of your pocket and find Aaron’s contact.

“Hotchner.”

You felt a brief wave of relief wash over you at how quickly he answered, “I’m really wishing I’d taken you up on that ride now…”

“Why?” His voice immediately tensed, “what’s wrong?”

“There’s someone in my yard…” you let out a breath you’d been holding when the light outside flicked off, your shoulders starting to relax, “pretty sure he was there before I got home.” A crash echoed through the air and you jumped, your voice wavering when you spoke again “fuck he’s still here.”

“I’m already on my way, keep the doors locked, the lights off and stay away from the windows.”

“Yeah.” You muttered, heart racing as you heard his car start through the phone and he assured you he’d be right over before the phone line clicked.

Trying to keep your breath calm you kept your eyes trained on the window, backing into the pantry door so you were concealed by the fridge but could still see if the light went off again. It was only a matter of moments later you heard a car squealing to a halt out front, the door slamming shut followed by Aaron’s voice. You caught his shadow moving around the side of the house and the light in the backyard flicked back on when he announced himself, the gate booted open and you were just able to see someone launching themselves over the back fence into the alley before running off. All they needed was the threat of a federal agent and the assumption of a gun to peel off into the night.

You felt your breathing calming down as the sound of running got further and further away, finally dropping down into a chair at the kitchen table. Aaron, being Aaron, wasn’t satisfied with just running the perp off, doing a full sweep of both your front and back yards, checking the alleyway, under the porch and any nooks and crannies anything or person could possibly have been stashed. You heard him on the back step and glanced up to see him sifting though the duffle bag, a frown on his face, his lips pressed into a firm line. With a huff he scooped up the bag and sauntered across the yard, dropping it on the other side of the fence with the garbage before making his way back to the door. A brisk knock echoed through the kitchen followed by his voice,

“He’s gone, it’s just me, Aaron.”

You couldn’t help but let out a breath of a laugh, as if you hadn’t had your eyes on him the entire time, making sure everything was okay. Crossing the room you finally turned the kitchen light on, unlocking the door and letting it swing open.

“Hey.” You smiled softly, “thanks.”

“Of course.” His lips formed a tight smile as he stepped into the house, locking the door behind himself, “just to be safe I want to do a sweep inside, stay put.” His hand squeezed at your elbow as he moved past you and you were left awkwardly standing in your own kitchen until he returned.

“No psycho killers?” You asked, a shaky laugh in your throat.

“All empty.” He nodded, his features softening as he noticed the rapid rising and falling of your chest, “are you alright?”

“Yeah, sure.” You tried to wave him off but he took a step closer to you.

“Come here.” He crooked his hand and you surprised yourself with how quickly you closed the gap between the two of you, enveloping yourself in his arms. Aaron squeezed at you tightly, tucking you under his chin and just letting you breathe until he felt the tension begin to melt away from your body. “It’s alright. He’s gone and I highly doubt he’s coming back.” His lips brushed against the top of your hair as he spoke and something about it calmed you even further, finally pulling out of the embrace.

“What was in the bag?”

“Trophies.” He replied with a sigh and he only caught himself when your eyes widened. “No, no, not those kind of trophies.” His hand squeezed at your shoulder, “sorry. Keepsakes, prizes, expensive things that can be pawned or sold to the highest bidder. My guess is he was only here to get your valuables, you spooked him coming home and he just wanted the bag back, he probably hit a few houses on the block before here.”

“God he was on the porch.” You shivered, “probably right as I walked in.”

“And your instinct was to grab a light bulb?” Aaron’s lips twitched up in a teasing grin and your brow furrowed until you followed his gaze and realized you hadn’t let go of the object yet.

“No.” You huffed, “the backyard light wasn’t working, I went to change it but it just needed to be tightened.”

“You were out there?”

“Yeah.” You shivered again, this time heavier, “he was probably less than a foot away. God, that was stupid.”

“Agreed.” He frowned in your direction, “that happens again you call me right away, alright?”

“You think he loosened it?”

“Most likely. Easier to stay in the darkness, not alert the neighbours of anything weird. You’ve always said Mrs. Ferguson was a bit too nosy.” His lips flicked up into a grin again and you let out a small laugh, “he probably cased the neighbourhood, have you been keeping the same daily routine recently?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, “movies with you. But we almost always go at the same time and tonight’s movie wasn’t any shorter or anything, so why would I have been home before he expected it?”

It was Aaron’s turn to fumble over his words, his cheeks turning a pale shade of pink while he quickly ducked his gaze, letting out an awkward laugh before he glanced back up at you. “I guess now would be the proper time to admit that when I drive, I tend to take the scenic route…”

Your head titled in a curious and adorable way that didn’t help the burning in Hotch’s cheeks, “what? What’d you mean?”

God you were absolutely going to be the death of him and he knew it. This summer had finally brought something to the edge for Aaron and he’d been holding back, happy with the time he got to spend with you. The evening hangouts had began to start to feel more and more like dates with each one that went passed and he’d been hoping that you would start to think the same and be the one to break the tension. Instead, he found himself feeling flustered, standing in your kitchen at nearly midnight having to explain it to you.

“Don’t get me wrong, the movies are great, but there’s something about the way you light up afterwards that just makes me smile.” He started and you felt a fluttering begin in your stomach, one that finally wasn’t due to fear, “hearing you gush about things, delve so deep into characterization or the cinematography of it all, seeing you so passionate about it.. it just makes me happy. Honestly, it’s my favourite part of the day.”

“Oh…” you replied, the realization washing over you and for a moment Aaron was afraid you were about to step back, ask him to leave, but then you giggled and the smile broke out on your lips, “so you’re just a big ole’ softie?”

He shook his head, the smile bright on his cheeks, “I’ve grown to adore the time we spend together. I was planning on taking a detour tonight too, Pintango just launched a lavender honey flavour this week—”

“And you remembered that I couldn’t shut up about wanting to try it after the movie last week…” you felt your cheeks heat, “embarrassing on my part yet endearing on yours.”

“And lucky on life’s behalf that it didn’t happen, you’d be down a few heirlooms and pieces of technology.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” You wrapped you arms around yourself, “my adrenaline’s high enough lord knows I’m not gonna be able to sleep anytime soon.” With a sigh you glanced across at him, “don’t suppose you feel like sticking around for a bit? Keeping me company while I ramble on and on about useless facts?”

The sly smile on your cheeks nearly melted Aaron and he laughed softly, “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”

He followed you out to the couch, letting you get comfortable while you voted on a number of different movies before finally settling on one. A movie and a half later and you were relaxed into the crook of his arm, his hand just daring to softly play with your hair. You let out a long yawn, sinking even further into his side and he chuckled softly.

“You should get to bed, get some actual rest.”

“I’m still on edge. I don’t want to have to call you to come running for every bump in the night.”

This time Aaron did squeeze at your shoulder, shifting on the couch so you were forced to sit up straight and he could catch your gaze.

“I meant it when I said I wasn’t going anywhere, at least not until sunrise. That creep’s likely going to come back for his bag, that’s why I dumped it in the alley rather than bringing it inside. I don’t want you to be alone for that.”

“Mmm…” you hummed, a sleepy smile on your cheeks, “you’re sweet. Thank you.” Leaning in, your lips brushed against his cheek and Aaron felt his stomach do a flip flop. He squeezed at your hand, giving you a soft smile as you finally stood up off the couch. “Make yourself at home.”

“Sweet dreams.” He replied and you weren’t sure whether it was his words or the sleepiness that was making everything feel warm and fuzzy as you made your way to the bedroom.

It was a few hours later when you rolled over, only awake enough to shift your body into a more comfortable position until a thump outside had your eyes shooting open. It was very quickly followed up by the hissing of two cats and you let out a huff, rolling back onto your side.

Your bedroom door was left cracked open and there was a sliver of light and the tiniest hint of noise coming from the living room meaning Hotch was likely still awake. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, reaching for a hoodie to tug over your head before you padded out to the living room, finding your overnight company peering out the window blinds. At the sound of your footsteps he glanced back over to you, his body relaxing.

“Did I wake you?”

“No,” you waved him off with a small yawn, “couple a cats outside my window.” You covered a second yawn with your hand and Aaron barely moved from his spot, curious as to why you were up already. You glanced from him to the couch, a mug of coffee on the coffee table, and finally to the television. “Hey…” you started, picking at the sleeves of your hoodie, “I get you’re doing the whole protective thing—and I appreciate it! I really do…but uh.. there’s no reason for you to stay awake all night.” You took a breath, the butterflies in your stomach fully awake and doing laps, “might as well come to bed.”

“Oh, well I was just going to wait until morning, head home to nap…” He started, unsure of what he even wanted to say. He was pretty sure you’d just woken up, and there was a pretty high change that your choice of words weren’t exactly what you intended, “but if you’re feeling okay, I could make up the couch?”

“Aaron.” You laughed, “the sun’ll be up in a couple of hours anyways, you need to sleep too.”

“I still want to make sure you’re safe, I’ll be alert out here.” He offered and you chuckled once again.

“And if he comes in through the bedroom window? No better place to protect me than right beside me.” You extended out your hand, “c’mon, humour me? Maybe I talk in my sleep and you’ll get to listen to more of those ramblings you seem to adore so much.”

It appeared the lack of adrenaline coursing through your veins and a couple hours of sleep made you not only fully comprehend what Aaron had admitted to earlier, but much more ballsy about acting on it. He laughed softly, feeling the heat creeping up the back of his neck and after glancing between you and the couch he knew that the latter was going to do a number on his back if he actually slept on it. So he flicked off the television, scooped up his phone and your hand slid into his like a glove so you could lead him to the bedroom.

You wordlessly climbed back into your bed, curling up on your side, letting out a soft sigh as you nuzzled into the pillows. Aaron watched you for a moment in the low light, a warmth blooming through his chest at just how at peace and comfortable you were with him around and he realized maybe there was something he liked even better than your ramblings.

“If you’re just gonna stand there and stare at me all night maybe I should kick you back to the couch.” You teased, your eyes cracking open and he let out a huff of a laugh, shaking his head as he snuck under the blankets.

“This okay?” He asked, trying not to take up too much of your space.

“Yes.” You replied, a smile on your lips as your eyes fell shut again, “but I can’t be held responsible if we wake up cuddling.”

Aaron chuckled, relaxing into the pillow as his breathing finally began to slow, chest rising and falling at the same time yours did, lulling him into sleep quicker than he could have imagined.

The stream of light coming through the blinds and the chirping of a bird outside your window was what woke him up first, his eyes scrunching slightly before they finally opened. His lips curved up into a grin, as it certainly did seem like you wouldn’t be the one responsible for any cuddling. You’d barely moved from where you’d curled up the night before, just rolled over to face the window, yet Aaron found himself wrapped around your back, arm circled around your waist, his head barely on his own pillow.

He shifted slightly, attempting to stretch out the stiff parts of his body without moving entirely and waking you up. However his attempts proved futile as you let out a soft groan, eyes scrunching at the brightness of the room before you stretched out your legs and rolled over to face him, a sparkle already in your eyes.

“Morning.” You murmured.

“Morning.” He replied, smiling softly.

“So not only are you a softie, you’re a sleep cuddler… what other secrets are you hiding?” You asked with a tease and he laughed.

“Would you believe me if I said I crocheted in my downtime?”

“Not in a million years. You don’t have any downtime.” Laughing, you swatted at his chest before sitting up, fully stretching your body out with a soft groan.

“Guess that one was a little too obvious.” He replied with a chuckle, sitting up at the sound of his phone pinging. He swiped open the notification as you swung your legs out of bed, scrolling through a couple of things on your own phone as you padded toward the hallway.

“Work?” You asked, his footsteps following you down the hallway toward the kitchen, “or do you have time for coffee?”

“No.” He pocketed his phone, “but unfortunately, also no. I promised Garcia I’d help her install one of those cat wall climbing, enrichment, obstacle courses.”

“Cute.” You shot him a smile before scooping out the appropriate amount of coffee for yourself.

“But if you’re free tonight…” he stepped toward you as you turned back to face him, “maybe I could pick you up, we could go get some ice cream?” Somehow Aaron’s heart wasn’t thundering in his ears this time and the smile you looked up at him with really was about to make him melt.

“I’d like that.” You replied, the butterflies in your stomach calmed, spreading warmth through your entire body.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Then it’s a date.” Smiling, his hand reached out, smoothing back a piece of your hair before trailing down your cheek, “I’ll see you at seven.” His hand on your chin he tilted your head to the side, lips brushing against your cheek, lingering for just a moment before he stepped back. You couldn’t help but smile at the slight blush on his cheeks as he gathered his things and headed toward the front door.

“I’ll see you at seven.” You repeated his words, “and Aaron?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t ever be afraid to call.”

“Oh believe me, I won’t.”

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moonstruckme · 8 months ago

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hiii I'm just here resubmitting my request<3 so maybe r was in a fire (a small or large one, u decide), james was called and when he finds out it was her he gets sooo worried and she goes to the hospital or something? thank u!!

Thanks for requesting my love!

cw: fire, paramedics/ambulance, symptoms of smoke inhalation

firefighter!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

James starts to stand you up when the ambulance turns onto your block.��

“Jamie, don’t bother them.” You feel a cough building in your chest, but you repress it. “I’m f—fine.” It escapes on the last syllable, and you can barely look at your boyfriend as he raises his eyebrows at you, incredulous.

“Humor me,” he says simply.

You let him pull you up this time, and he presses a kiss into your hair even though you smell like pollution. James has stripped out of his bulky jacket, but the heavy pants still hang from suspenders wrapped around his black t-shirt. The fabric swishes against your leg as you make your way over to the ambulance.

“We need oxygen,” he says without prelude, though not unkindly, nodding at the paramedic that gets out first in greeting.

As if to punctuate this, your throat pinches warningly, and you let out a couple of meager coughs. James’ arm contracts around your waist.

The paramedic seems to trust his authority, nodding for her partner to get something ready in the back while she walks over to you.

“Look here please,” she says.

You obey, flinching slightly when she points a pen light in your eyes. James’ hand migrates up to your shoulder, rubbing lightly.

“Any dizziness?”

“No,” you say, coughing a bit.

She clicks her light off. “Nausea or vomiting?”

“No.”

“Headache?”

“No.”

James cuts a look your way. “Sweetheart,” he says softly.

“I did have a headache,” you amend, “but it went away.”

“Chest pain?”

“A little,” you admit.

“Shortness of breath?”

“I don’t…” You look to James, then feel stupid. It’s not like he knows. “I don’t think so?”

“Coughing?”

“Yes,” James says emphatically.

The paramedic gives him a funny look, then asks you, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirm. A little cough works its way out of your lungs as if to prove it.

James looks a bit chastised. He rubs your back, touch both firm and comforting.

She gives you both a smile. “Come sit back here, please.”

You follow her into the back of the ambulance, perching awkwardly on the gurney in the middle.

“It seems like you have relatively mild symptoms of smoke inhalation,” she tells you. Her partner passes her a mask, and she holds it over your face for a few seconds before letting you do it yourself. Her fingers press to your wrist. “Your eyes are irritated, but it’s a good sign that your headache went away already. There’s probably not much more we can do other than give you oxygen. Your other symptoms should ease on their own.”

You nod your understanding, relieved even if you’d been the one saying you didn’t need any help. With James, it’s typically best if only one of you shows your worry at a time. And he’s plenty worried enough for both of you right now.

You glance over at him, standing outside with his arms crossed. It’s doing crazy things to his biceps, and you think that usually he’d grin if he caught you checking him out like this but now he looks like he might start tapping his foot impatiently. You feel guilty for getting him in such a tizzy.

The paramedic finishes with your pulse and follows your gaze. “That your boyfriend?” she asks.

Your breath fogs the mask. “Mhm.”

“He seems fairly rattled,” she notes. “I supposed it’s probably not typical to get called to a fire at your girlfriend’s place, though.”

“Yeah,” you sigh.

You’d already been sitting out on the lawn when James’ crew had arrived, the fire already put out and your front door left open. Smoke rolled out of it in one thick, relentless wave. You still have no idea how a fire that couldn’t have been burning more than fifteen minutes had created so much. You suppose James could tell you if you asked him later.

The others had run inside, but James had gone straight to you. His chief wanted to confirm with you that there was no one else in the home (there wasn’t) and that you’d gotten out quickly (you didn’t have a great answer for that one). Like pulling teeth, it came out that you’d fallen asleep with dinner in the oven, and it was only by coincidence that someone had called your phone and the ringing woke you up. You’d turned off the oven and dumped cupfuls of water on your flaming dinner until it went out, but the smoke had spread throughout your home and your neighbor had already called emergency services.

This led to you having to admit you hadn’t replaced the batteries in your smoke detector, which had led to a fervent lecture from your boyfriend that you doubt you’ve heard the end of. It was only the arrival of the ambulance that had distracted him.

The paramedic sitting next to you jerks her chin toward James. That’s all it takes to get his attention, since he’s watching you like you’re going to float away if he doesn’t keep a close eye on things.

“You can come up here,” she tells him.

James clambers up quickly, giving her a terse smile at half his usual wattage as she moves to let him take her place next to you.

“Hey, angel.” He takes the mask from you, holding it to your face himself. His other hand slides down the inside of your forearm and interlocks its fingers with yours. “Is she okay?” he asks the paramedic you’d spoken to.

“Her symptoms are minor,” she assures him. “I wanna keep her on oxygen for ten minutes or so before checking her levels, but she’ll be fine.”

James nods in thanks, but his sigh ghosts over the shell of your ear when he leans his brow against the side of your head. The paramedics conveniently find other things to do, and you’re grateful for it.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him quietly.

“I think you should stay at my place tonight,” he says, matching your tone, “if that’s alright with you.”

“Yeah,” you laugh a little. It provokes your lungs, and a cough follows.

James winces. Kisses your cheek softly.

“Yeah,” you try again. “That sounds good, thank you.”

“The next time you set foot in your place, I’m going with you and installing new smoke detectors.”

Now you wince. “Fair enough.”

“And I don’t think you should ever cook or nap again.”

“That seems a bit far.”

“I dunno, I think I’m being reasonable.” He kisses your cheek again, lingering this time. “I’d prefer to wrap you in some sort of fireproofed bubble wrap, but I think this is a compromise we can both live with, no?”

You smile, and you can’t tell if your chest hurts because of your smokey lungs or the raw quality to James’ teasing, but it helps when he smiles back.

“What if,” you say, “you cook, and I nap. Would that satisfy you?”

He mulls this over for a second. “For now,” he decides. “I think I’d still like to work on fire-proofing some bubble wrap in the meantime, though.”

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hapfish · 2 months ago

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@traumas-tmntober-2024's Risetober 2024 Day 4: Desperation!

another firefight by @remedyturtles fanart. totally obsessed, got to rave about you to taizi earlier too im just so invested

again, such an amazing fic but pls read the tags before starting. this art only had mild blood so i didnt hide it liek the last one but if i missed and trigger warnings in the tags please let me know and i will add them to this post! spoilers for chapter 15 i think

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EPISODE 7 — BOUNTY HUNTER & FIREFIGHTER ! — featuring shiu kong (3.9k words) & toji fushiguro (4.7k words) content warnings: all of this is implied as roleplay, bounty hunter toji (reader has a bounty on her head), firefighter shiu (reader is a civilian), cnc & dubcon, fingering, clothed sex, dumbification, begging, bondage, accidental stimulation, abduction as seduction, breath play, marking, dirty talk, mindbreak, heavy corruption kink, bimbofication, dacryphilia [aroused by crying], oral (m. receiving), cock slaps u in the face lol, gaslighting + guilt-tripping [??] + manipulation, dom! toji, sadistic dom! shiu, creep/perv! shiu — kinktober masterlist ♰ general masterlist

SHIU's boots hit the pavement in a steady rhythm, the cigarette hanging lazily from his lips as he takes another slow drag, the smoke curling into the cool evening air. it’s been a long shift at the station, and he’s finally off duty, unwinding with a walk through the quiet back alleys of the neighborhood he knows like the back of his hand. ironic that a firefighter’s go-to stress relief is something that could start a fire, but hey, everyone’s got their vices.

his gaze drifts upward, eyes catching on the odd sight in one of the buildings above — a pretty little thing stuck half out of a third-floor window, struggling to get free. his eyebrows raise in mild curiosity, but he doesn’t rush. there’s no real danger here, not yet, and he takes another puff of his cigarette as he watches you fumble, clearly distressed but not in any immediate peril.

still, something about the situation tugs at him. maybe it’s the way your body twists in frustration, the subtle way your hips move as you try to wiggle out of the jam you’ve gotten yourself into. or maybe it’s just the fact that he’s a firefighter, and it’s his job to “save” people like you. whatever the case, shiu decides he’s got time to play the hero.

he flicks the ash from his cig before tucking it between his lips again, making his way over to the building. when he reaches the base, he calls up to you, voice low and rough with a hint of amusement.

“need a hand, sweetheart?”

you freeze, your head snapping down to look at him, wide-eyed and flushed, clearly embarrassed at being caught in such a predicament. “uh, y-yeah… i — can’t get out.”

shiu takes his time, eyes lingering on the way your body is pressed against the window frame, your hips caught in just the right way to highlight the curve of your ass. he takes one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it away, slowly moving toward the fire escape.

“lucky for you,” he drawls, climbing the rickety ladder with ease, his muscles flexing under his jacket as he makes his way up, “i’m off duty, but i think i can make an exception.”

it doesn’t take long for him to reach your window, and as he steps onto the narrow ledge, he gives you a once-over. up close, you’re even more irresistible, your skin flushed from exertion and embarrassment, your breath coming in short, nervous gasps. shiu smirks, his hand reaching out to grab your hip firmly, pulling you toward him in a way that’s far more intimate than necessary.

“there we go,” he mutters, his grip tightening as he helps ease you out of the tight spot you’re stuck in. “just stay still, i’ll get you outta here.”

his hand moves to your waist, strong and unyielding, and you feel the press of his fingers digging into your skin as he guides you out of the window. you try to ignore the fact that his hand lingers a little too long, his grip a little too possessive, but it’s hard to miss the heat of his body pressed so close to yours.

as he maneuvers you out, you catch a whiff of his cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes, and the soft ash falls onto your shoulders, dusting your bare skin as he works. “oops,” shiu chuckles, flicking another bit of ash off your back. “sorry about that, babe. part of the job, i guess.”

you swallow hard, trying to keep your thoughts straight as he finally pulls you free from the window, but the sensation of his hand gripping your hips, and the fact that you’re practically in his arms now, makes it difficult to focus on anything but him.

“you’re all set,” he says, though he doesn’t let go just yet. his hand slides down your hip, fingers grazing the bare skin of your thigh, and you feel the heat of his touch burn through you. he’s still got that smirk on his face, like he’s enjoying this just a little too much.

then you notice the firm press of something else against your leg — the unmistakable bulge straining against his pants.

your breath catches, and shiu’s eyes flicker down to where you’ve realized just how much he’s enjoying the situation. his smirk widens, and he leans in a little closer, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, “don’t worry about that. it’s just… part of the job too.”

his hand tightens on your hip, pulling you flush against him for a moment, and the hard length of him presses insistently against your thigh. his eyes lock onto yours, dark with a hunger that’s hard to ignore.

“so… you good?” his voice is low, gravelly, full of heat. “or maybe you’re still stuck, hmm?”

shiu bites back a groan, the smirk faltering for a moment as you blink up at him with those wide, innocent eyes. he can practically see the gears turning in your head, your gaze flicking from his face to the bulge pressing against your thigh. your cheeks are flushed, and there’s a panicked sort of concern that flashes across your expression.

“oh my god,” you breathe, stepping back slightly, hands flying to your mouth in a gesture of pure shock. “i-i didn’t mean to hurt you! i didn’t think...”

shiu stares at you, trying to process what you’re saying. hurt him? hurt him? you didn’t hurt him in the slightest — in fact, if anything, you’ve got him so riled up he can barely think straight, his cock straining painfully against his pants as he watches your sweet, innocent little face crumble into guilt. the way your lip trembles and the first tear wells up in the corner of your eye is almost too much for him to handle.

“h-hurt me?” shiu chokes out, struggling to keep the amusement out of his voice. he runs a hand through his hair, trying to stay composed even as you look like you’re about to fall apart at the seams. “nah, sweetheart, you didn’t —”

“no, no!” you cut him off, and to his absolute disbelief, you take his hand and pull him inside your apartment, practically dragging him through the door. “you’re hurt! your… your thing — i must’ve bumped it, and now it looks all swollen! oh god, i’m so sorry! please — come in, sit down, let me help you!”

shiu’s eyes widen in disbelief as you pull him into your cozy little living room, your panic ramping up with every step. it’s almost comical, the way you’re fussing over him, but there’s something about your innocent concern, your big, fat tears streaming down your cheeks as you rush around trying to help him, that makes his cock twitch even harder. he groans inwardly, feeling his self-control slipping away.

you’re completely misunderstanding the situation, and instead of clearing it up, shiu can’t help but lean into it. there’s a darker part of him that enjoys watching you spiral into guilt and worry, knowing damn well that you’re so far off base it’s ridiculous. it’s kind of cute, really — how naïve you are.

“hey, hey, calm down,” he mutters, his voice dropping lower as he watches the tears fall from your eyes. “you didn’t hurt me, sweetheart. you don’t need to cry.”

“but i did!” you practically wail, your hands flying to your face as the tears come faster now. “i was so careless, and now you’re in pain because of me! i’m so, so sorry!”

shiu groans softly, his patience wearing thin as the sight of you crying — actually crying — because you think you hurt him makes something dark and primal stir inside him. the urge to corrupt that innocence, to push you just a little further, is growing too strong to ignore. he steps forward, reaching out to gently cup your face, his thumb wiping away the tears as they spill down your cheeks. the warmth of your tears against his skin sends a shiver down his spine, and he grits his teeth, trying to keep his composure.

“sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice soft but with a dangerous edge. “you didn’t hurt me. i promise.”

your lip wobbles, and you look up at him with wide, teary eyes, sniffling softly. “b-but… you’re... swollen. and i don’t want to make it worse. please, i have to do something to help. anything!”

and there it is. the way you so earnestly offer to help him out, completely oblivious to the real situation, has shiu’s cock twitching again, his resolve cracking under the weight of your words. anything? you have no idea what you’re asking for, but the thought of you — this sweet, innocent girl — offering to “help” him out in your naive little way is too tempting to pass up.

shiu’s eyes darken, his thumb still brushing against your tear-streaked cheek as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “anything, huh?” his voice is low, almost a growl, and he can feel the way you tremble at his proximity. “you really wanna help me out with… my injury?”

you nod quickly, wiping at your tears with the back of your hand, clearly determined to make up for what you think you’ve done. “yes! i just… i feel so bad, and if there’s anything i can do to make it better…”

shiu chuckles darkly, his hand sliding down from your cheek to grip your waist, pulling you closer until you’re pressed against him, the hard length of his cock throbbing against your thigh. you gasp softly, your breath hitching as you feel just how “swollen” he really is.

“well, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “there’s one way you could help. but… you might wanna brace yourself. it’s a real hands-on kinda job.”

you freeze for a moment, your mind clearly trying to catch up with the implications of his words. but before you can say anything, shiu’s hand slides lower, gripping your hip in a vice-like hold as he presses himself harder against you, making sure you can feel just how badly he needs you to “help.”

“you think you can handle that?” he teases, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “’cause you’re the one who offered, babe. and i’d hate to see you cry again if you don’t follow through…”

your face flushes, more tears welling up in your eyes, but this time, there’s something different in the way you look at him — something nervous, yes, but also curious, like you’re starting to understand what he’s really asking. you swallow hard, your body trembling slightly under his grip.

“i… i’ll try,” you whisper, your voice soft but full of determination. “i don’t want to let you down.”

shiu grins, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he growls, “oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. you’re gonna do just fine. now, let’s see what those pretty hands of yours can do.”

shiu watches as your wide eyes blink up at him, still glossy with tears, so eager to help but clearly so unsure of yourself. he can’t help the small smirk tugging at his lips as he pulls back slightly, letting his hand drift down to the hem of his pants. your gaze follows the motion, and your cheeks flush, but there’s no turning back now — not with the way he’s looking at you like you’re the answer to all his problems.

“alright, sweetheart,” shiu mutters, his voice low and soothing, like he’s coaxing you through something innocent. “just take it slow, okay? this is all new for you. don’t stress — i’ll guide you.”

you nod quickly, biting your lip, clearly wanting to make things better, to somehow “fix” the situation you think you’ve caused. your trembling hands move to help him out of his pants, and as the waistband slides down, shiu’s cock springs free, thick and heavy, smacking lightly against your cheek as it finally escapes his boxers. the sudden contact startles you, making you flinch back slightly, eyes widening in shock.

“o-oh!” you gasp, one hand flying to your cheek, where the tip of his cock just brushed. “i-i didn’t mean to —”

shiu chuckles, shaking his head as he reaches down, his large hand cradling the back of your head gently, guiding you back toward him. “it’s alright, babe. nothing to worry about.” his voice is smooth, almost sweet, though there’s a darker undertone, something simmering just beneath the surface. “that’s part of the process. gotta get familiar with it if you’re gonna help, right?”

you nod again, a nervous swallow following, as you look up at him, clearly unsure of what to do next. your lips part slightly, like you’re about to ask another question, but shiu’s thumb brushes over your bottom lip, silencing you before you can speak.

“now,” he continues, his tone soft but firm, almost like he’s giving instructions during a drill. “i know it seems strange, but trust me. you’ve gotta use your mouth. that’s how you’re gonna fix this… injury.”

your brows furrow in confusion for a second, but the tears welling up in your eyes again keep you from questioning him too much. he’s the firefighter, after all — he knows what he’s doing, and you’re just trying to help, right?

“you can do that for me, can’t you?” shiu asks, his voice taking on a softer, more coaxing tone as his hand gently guides your head forward, positioning you just inches away from his cock. “i promise it’ll make me feel better.”

his thumb traces your cheek as he watches you carefully, waiting for your response, his cock twitching slightly in anticipation as he feels your warm breath ghost over him. it takes a moment, but you finally nod, the determination in your teary eyes making his chest tighten in the best way possible.

“good girl,” shiu murmurs, his fingers tightening ever so slightly in your hair, just enough to keep you in place. “real sweet of you to help me like this.”

you take a deep breath, your lips parting as you inch forward, clearly trying your best to follow his instructions. the first tentative touch of your lips against the tip of his cock sends a shiver through shiu’s body, and he has to hold back a groan as he watches you — so innocent, so eager to help — try your hardest to do something you clearly have no experience with.

“yeah, just like that,” he mutters, his voice thick with approval as you take him into your mouth. “see? you’re doin’ great already.”

your tongue flicks nervously over the tip, and shiu lets out a low, rumbling groan, his fingers tightening in your hair as he gently urges you to take more of him. you hesitate for a moment, your cheeks puffing slightly as you try to adjust, but shiu’s gentle guidance keeps you from pulling back.

“don’t worry about gettin’ it perfect,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost soothing. “i’ll help you along. you’re just tryin’ to make me feel better, right? that’s all you need to focus on.”

you nod slightly, your lips sliding further down his length as shiu’s hips shift forward just a bit, guiding you deeper. the warmth of your mouth around him is almost enough to make him lose control, but he holds back — for now. you’re still learning, after all.

“mm, there you go,” shiu groans softly, his head tilting back as you continue to move your mouth over him, your soft whimpers mixing with the wet sounds of your lips working him over. “you’re a natural, babe. keep goin’— that’s it.”

your hands move to grip his thighs for support, your small fingers digging into his skin as you try your best to handle him, but he can tell you’re struggling, the tears starting to well up in your eyes again.

shiu’s hand tightens in your hair, pulling your head back slightly, just enough for him to look down at you. your lips are swollen, your eyes glossy with unshed tears, and it’s a sight that nearly makes him lose it right then and there.

“fuck,” he mutters, his voice low and rough as his thumb wipes away another stray tear from your cheek. “you’re doin’ so good, sweetheart. keep it up, yeah? i’ll let you know when i’m feelin’ better.”

he smirks down at you, enjoying every second of your sweet, innocent attempt to “help” him, fully aware that you’ve got no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. but you’re so determined, so earnest in your efforts, and shiu knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger.

your soft whimpers fill the room as you continue to work your mouth over shiu’s cock, the warmth of him growing heavier and thicker between your lips. confusion knots your brow as you feel his “injury” pulse and swell, growing even more than it had before, pressing insistently against the back of your throat. your heart races with panic — why was it getting bigger? is he in more pain?

tears well up in your eyes again, and you glance up at shiu, worried that you’ve somehow made things worse. but to your surprise, instead of looking hurt, his head is tilted back, a low groan rumbling in his chest, his hand still gently gripping your hair.

“sweetheart, you’re doin’ just fine,” he murmurs, his voice thick and rough as he looks down at you, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smirk. “don’t worry about it — just keep goin’, yeah? faster now, that’s it.”

his reassurance confuses you even more, but you trust him — he’s the firefighter after all, the professional. if he says he’s alright, then maybe this is just part of the process, right? maybe his injury has to get bigger before it goes away. your lips tremble around him as you try to hold back the sniffles, nodding slightly as you pick up the pace, moving quicker just like he asked.

shiu’s groans grow louder, his grip on your hair tightening as his hips start to move in sync with your rhythm. each thrust into your mouth sends waves of heat through your body, but you’re too focused on “helping” him to notice much else. you’re determined to fix whatever’s wrong, to do whatever it takes to make him feel better.

but then… something changes.

a sharp, guttural moan escapes shiu’s lips, his body tensing up as his cock throbs hard inside your mouth. his grip on your hair tightens even more, pulling you closer until your nose is almost pressed against his stomach. you feel the thick length of him twitch violently, and before you can even process what’s happening, shiu lets out a low, strained groan — his body jerking as a hot rush of liquid fills your mouth.

your eyes go wide, and you freeze in place, your lips still wrapped around him as the warmth of his release spills over your tongue, thick and heavy. it’s overwhelming — the taste, the heat, the way it floods your mouth all at once, making it hard to swallow. you try to pull back, but shiu’s hand keeps you in place, his fingers tangled in your hair as he rides out the last wave of his release.

you whimper softly, tears streaming down your face as you try to make sense of what just happened. did you… break him? was this supposed to happen? you can feel his “injury” slowly softening in your mouth, and your confusion deepens. did you do something wrong?

“shit,” shiu breathes, his voice hoarse as he finally releases his grip on your hair, allowing you to pull back slightly. you gasp for air, your chest heaving as you look up at him, lips still glistening with the remnants of his release. the taste lingers on your tongue, unfamiliar and thick, and you swallow hard, trying to clear your throat.

“w-what happened?” you whisper, your voice shaky, your eyes wide and glossy with tears. “did… did i break it? i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to…”

shiu chuckles, the sound low and rough as he looks down at you with a satisfied grin. his hand comes up to gently wipe away the tears still streaming down your cheeks, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips.

“nah, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “you didn’t break a damn thing. you actually did real good.”

you blink up at him, confusion still clouding your expression. “but… all that stuff came out… is that supposed to happen?”

shiu smirks, his thumb tracing the edge of your lip as he looks down at you, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “yeah, babe. that’s exactly what’s supposed to happen. you fixed me up real nice.”

you blink up at shiu, your lips slightly swollen, cheeks flushed, and his salty release still lingering in your mouth. a small, uncertain smile tugs at your lips as you wipe away the tears that had streaked your cheeks. you really think you’ve done it — you’ve helped him. that warm feeling of satisfaction bubbles up in your chest, and despite the confusion swirling in your mind, you look up at him with hopeful eyes.

“did… did i do it?” you ask softly, your voice still shaky but filled with a strange, innocent pride. “you’re better now, right? your… injury?”

shiu just stares down at you, his dark eyes hooded, a heavy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. his chest is still rising and falling as he catches his breath, and for a moment, he doesn’t say anything, just looks at you like he can’t quite believe what just happened. you’ve completely misunderstood the situation, but the way you’re so proud of yourself — so happy — sends a different kind of satisfaction rushing through him.

“yeah,” shiu murmurs, his voice low, almost breathless as he leans down, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “you did real good, sweetheart. better than i expected.”

your heart swells at his words, and your eyes light up, the weight of guilt lifting from your shoulders as relief washes over you. you’d helped him — you’d really made it better, and now he’s okay again. your hands fidget in your lap, feeling warm and a little giddy as you try to contain your excitement.

“i’m so glad!” you breathe, your voice bubbling with genuine joy. “i was really worried… but i’m just so happy you’re alright now!”

shiu chuckles, that deep, rough sound vibrating through his chest as he reaches down to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your lip. there’s something wicked in his gaze, but you’re too swept up in your relief to notice the glint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

“yeah, you helped a lot,” he mutters, his voice a little teasing now as he strokes your cheek. “you’re a real lifesaver, babe. can’t thank you enough.”

his words make your heart flutter, and you feel your cheeks heat up as you smile up at him, so genuinely happy that you’d managed to help him. he’s your savior, after all — the strong, capable firefighter who had saved you. the fact that you could return the favor fills you with a warm, comforting pride.

“i just wanted to help,” you murmur, still looking up at him with those wide, innocent eyes. “i didn’t want you to be in pain…”

shiu grins, his fingers trailing down to your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze fully. “trust me, sweetheart,” he says, his voice dropping to a low rumble, “i wasn’t in pain. you took care of me real good.”

you beam at him, so pleased with yourself, completely oblivious to the deeper, darker satisfaction in his eyes.

you never thought your day would take such a sharp turn.

one moment, you're minding your own business, and the next, you're being hunted by one of the most notorious bounty hunters out there: TOJI FUSHIGURO. your heart pounds in your chest as you dart down the dimly lit alleyway, the heavy thud of toji’s boots echoing behind you. his presence is suffocating, his reputation alone enough to freeze your blood.

“you’re not gonna get far,” his voice is low, rough like gravel, taunting. you chance a glance over your shoulder and catch the sight of his imposing figure closing in. he moves with a lethal grace, like a predator enjoying the chase. it should scare you more, but for some reason, your body reacts in ways you can’t quite understand — a mix of fear and something else.

you pick up speed, your breath ragged, but it’s no use. toji is faster, stronger, and soon, you feel the heat of his presence right behind you. a sharp gasp escapes your lips as you’re yanked backward, your back colliding with his hard chest. his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close, trapping you effortlessly.

“gotcha.” his hot breath fans your neck as he whispers the word, voice full of satisfaction.

you struggle, but it’s futile — he’s too strong, his grip unyielding. toji's lips twist into a smirk you can’t see but can feel against your skin. the thrill of the hunt pulses in his veins, but something else stirs within him as he holds you close. he expected you to be a quick, simple job, nothing more. but now, with you squirming in his arms, breathing heavily, your scent filling his senses, he feels a tug of desire he didn’t anticipate.

“ya feisty,” he mutters, his lips brushing dangerously close to your ear. “but i like that.”

your mind races, torn between wanting to escape and the strange magnetism pulling you toward him. his fingers dig slightly into your waist, his touch firm but not painful, and for a moment, you wonder if he’s doing this on purpose. then, he spins you around to face him, your hands pressed against his broad chest as you try to push him away.

his eyes are dark, filled with something predatory, but there’s a flicker of something else too — something that sends a shiver down your spine. he tilts his head, taking in the sight of you up close, and his smirk widens.

“what’s the matter? scared?” he taunts, but his eyes betray a different kind of hunger now.

you bite your lip, refusing to answer, trying to steady your breathing. his gaze drops to your lips, and his smirk falters for a split second. it’s then you realize just how close the two of you are, bodies pressed together in the dim alley. there’s a tension in the air, thick and charged.

“this wasn’t part of the plan,” toji murmurs, more to himself than to you. “but damn, you’re making it hard to focus on the job.”

his words hang in the air, and you can feel the shift in him. he’s no longer just the ruthless bounty hunter — and you’ve become something more than just a paycheck. and the realization sends a jolt of adrenaline through you.

but it’s not entirely unpleasant.

toji's grip on your waist tightens as his smirk fades, replaced by something darker, more intimate. you feel his muscles ripple beneath your fingers as he holds you in place, your bodies pressed flush together. his eyes burn with a raw intensity that makes your skin tingle, and you can feel his breath against your lips, hot and unsteady.

"you have no idea what ya doin' to me," he mutters, his voice rougher, deeper than before. there's something magnetic in the way he speaks, like he's losing control, and it sends a shiver down your spine. he leans in closer, his lips barely grazing your neck, and the heat of his breath makes your skin prickle. "i should be dragging you off right now, but here i am… distracted."

you gasp softly as his hand moves, sliding from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you even closer. your body reacts without thinking, your hips brushing against his in the confined space, and you feel him tense up immediately. his hand tightens around your wrist, holding it against his chest as his other hand curls possessively around your back.

"fuck…" he mutters, the curse more a growl than a word. "you're trouble, ya know that?"

your heart skips a beat when you feel his dick pressing against your thigh, and his eyes darken as he watches your reaction. there's a flash of something primal in his gaze, and suddenly, it feels like the world has shrunk down to just the two of you, breathing in sync, heat pooling between your bodies.

"you keep moving like that," he whispers, his voice low and filled with warning, "and i'll forget ya supposed to be a bounty."

he's teasing, but there's a dangerous truth to his words. you feel his hand slide up your back, fingertips brushing your spine, before wrapping around the back of your neck. toji's thumb presses against your pulse, feeling the rapid beat of your heart under his touch. his lips graze your ear as he speaks again, sending another shiver down your spine.

"let's see if you can stay still f’me."

before you can react, his hand tightens ever so slightly around your throat, just enough to make you gasp, your body instantly reacting to the pressure. your breath hitches, and you feel your head tilt back, giving him access to your neck. a low, rumbling chuckle escapes him, and you can feel his lips press softly against your skin, trailing down your throat.

"good girl," he murmurs, his voice sending shockwaves through your body.

his teeth scrape lightly over your pulse, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan. toji’s hand remains firm around your neck, not squeezing but holding you in place, like he's testing how much you can handle. it’s intoxicating, the way he’s playing with you, pushing you to the edge of something you’re not sure you should want.

but you do.

"ya likin' this more than you should," he muses, his lips brushing over your collarbone, and you feel him suck lightly at your skin, teeth teasing before pulling back. "don’t worry, you’re mine now. i’ll take care of ya."

his words are a possessive promise, and they echo in your mind as his mouth moves lower, marking you with soft bites and gentle kisses. the sensation of his lips and teeth on your skin is almost overwhelming, leaving a trail of warmth wherever he touches. you squirm in his arms, your body responding involuntarily, and he tightens his hold around your throat just enough to make your breath stutter.

"stay still," he growls softly. "or i’ll make sure you can’t run ever again."

you feel the pressure ease, and his thumb strokes the side of your neck in a way that’s almost soothing. it contrasts the sharp edge of his control, and you find yourself melting into it, body trembling against his. his hand releases your throat, sliding down to grip your waist again, but he leans in to whisper against your lips.

"ya don't need to be afraid of me. not if ya behave."

there’s a possessive gentleness in his voice, a promise of protection that seems twisted given the situation. despite everything, there's a tenderness in how he’s handling you. the contradiction is dizzying. he brushes his thumb across your lower lip, and you instinctively part your mouth, your breath coming in shallow, heated gasps.

his lips crash into yours suddenly, and it feels like everything else fades. you can taste the heat, the hunger behind the kiss, and it makes your head spin. toji pulls you tighter against him, his body pressing you against the cold wall, but his lips… they’re surprisingly soft, his touch somehow affectionate amidst the heat. it leaves you feeling unsteady, vulnerable.

when he pulls away, his gaze locks onto yours, and there's something almost dangerous in the way he looks at you. a smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as he watches the way you’re panting, flustered, lips swollen from his kiss. toji wipes his thumb across the marks he left on your neck, admiring the way they stand out against your skin.

"you're mine now," he whispers, eyes glinting with satisfaction. "whether you like it or not."

with a sudden movement, he picks you up effortlessly, throwing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. the world tilts as you let out a gasp, but toji doesn’t stop. his grip is firm, but there’s no malice in the way he holds you, like he’s more determined to protect you now that he’s claimed you.

“you’ll thank me for this later,” he promises, that smug confidence dripping from every word as he starts to walk. “after all, who could take better care of you than me?”

and as your body starts to relax against his, you realize — maybe he's right.

toji carries you like you’re nothing more than a prize he’s claimed, his arm locked tight around your waist as he heads towards wherever he plans to take you. your mind is still spinning from the heat of his touch, the intensity of his kiss, and the way he marked your skin as his. but there’s a part of you that’s trying to fight back, to not give in so easily, though each time you struggle in his grip, it feels weaker than before.

“you can squirm all ya want, sweetheart,” he mutters, his voice dropping low as he keeps walking, not even bothered by your attempts to resist. “it’s cute, but we both know you’re gonna break real soon.”

you bite your lip, trying to steady your breathing, but it’s like he can sense your hesitation. toji tightens his hold just a little, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as he glances down at you.

“look at you, all quiet now,” he teases, voice dripping with arrogance. “guess that smart little mouth of yours isn’t so smart anymore, huh? don’t worry, baby, i’ll do all the thinking for you soon enough.”

you swallow hard, your heart racing as you try to focus, but the way his words roll off his tongue, that rough, teasing edge — it's messing with your head. his hand slides down to your thigh, gripping it possessively as he continues walking, and it’s like every touch from him is chipping away at the defenses you barely have left.

finally, he pushes through the door of what looks like an abandoned warehouse, the heavy metal creaking as it slams shut behind him. the space is dark and empty, except for a few scattered pieces of old furniture, and in the middle of the room is a worn leather chair with thick ropes coiled neatly beside it. your stomach drops as he sets you down, but his touch is still surprisingly gentle.

“sit,” he orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.

your legs feel like jelly as he lowers you onto the chair, the leather cool against your skin. he crouches in front of you, eyes locking onto yours with a dangerous glint, as he grabs a rope, pulling it taut between his hands.

“i’ll make sure you don’t get any ideas about running,” he says with a smirk, fingers moving quickly as he starts to tie your wrists to the arms of the chair. his hands are skilled, firm, but there’s still that strange tenderness in the way he secures the knots, like he doesn’t want to hurt you — just keep you in place.

you try to wiggle your hands, testing the restraints, but they’re tight. too tight to escape. the realization sends a wave of nervousness through you, though it’s mixed with something else — something that makes your body heat up under his gaze.

toji stands up, admiring his work, before trailing his fingers along the length of your arm, slow and deliberate. “there we go,” he hums, his voice low and almost affectionate, like this is all just part of some twisted game to him. “now you’re not going anywhere.”

he steps closer, leaning down until his face is inches from yours, his breath hot against your cheek. “ya know, i was gonna make this quick,” he whispers, his tone dipping lower, more intimate, “but now… now i think i wanna take my time. break you down nice and slow.”

your breath hitches at his words, your body betraying you with a shiver. toji notices, of course, and a wicked grin spreads across his lips. he reaches up, cupping your chin roughly, forcing you to look directly into his eyes.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” he taunts, thumb brushing over your bottom lip, his touch almost too much. “bet you’re already getting wet just thinking about what i’m gonna do to you. don’t lie to me, sweetheart. i can see it in your eyes.”

you try to protest, but your voice falters, and toji laughs —a dark, low sound that makes your head spin. “don’t worry, baby, ya don’t need to think. just lemme handle it.” his thumb pushes past your lips, slipping into your mouth, and your eyes widen as he forces you to suck on it, watching your every reaction with that same predatory gaze. "that’s it, good girl. see? when you don’t think, you’re so much easier to handle."

you’re losing yourself in the haze of his dominance, and it feels like each passing second, your mind gets foggier, your body more responsive. he pulls his thumb from your mouth, trailing it down your throat before pressing it against the hollow at your collarbone.

“you’re already starting to beg, and i haven’t even touched you properly yet,” he says with a chuckle. his hands move quickly, yanking at your shirt until it tears down the middle, exposing your chest to the cool air of the room. your nipples harden instantly, and toji’s eyes darken with lust.

“look at you,” he growls, leaning down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. the sensation rips a moan from your lips, and you arch involuntarily against the ropes. his tongue flicks over the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight through your core, and your mind begins to melt, overtaken by the sensation.

“i knew you’d be easy to break,” he murmurs, switching to your other breast, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp. “you’re already dripping for me, aren’t you? bet if i touched you right now, i’d find you soaking wet.”

your breath comes in shallow gasps, your body on fire, and you can’t stop yourself from whimpering. it’s like he knows exactly how to push you to the edge, unraveling your thoughts with every touch, every word.

“say it,” toji demands, his voice rough, possessive. “beg f’me.”

you bite your lip, trying to hold onto some shred of dignity, but it slips away as he leans closer, his mouth brushing against your ear.

“you’re gonna break, sweetheart,” he whispers. “you can pretend all you want, but you’re already mine.”

“please…” you gasp, the word tumbling out before you can stop it.

toji’s grin widens, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction. “that’s what i thought,” he murmurs, sliding a hand down your body, stopping just above the waistband of your pants. “but i need more than that. ya want me to touch you, baby? then beg properly. let me hear how much ya need it.”

your mind is foggy, hazy from his touch and his words, and before you know it, the words slip from your lips.

“please, toji — touch me… i-i need it.”

he lets out a low chuckle, clearly pleased with how easily you’ve crumbled. “that’s a good girl,” he murmurs, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your pants, brushing against your slick folds. “so wet for me already. fuck, you’re practically begging to be ruined.”

your body jerks as he finally touches you, his fingers expertly finding your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that make your head spin. “you were made for this,” toji growls, his breath hot against your ear as his fingers work you over, your moans filling the empty space around you. “made to be fucked until you can’t even think.”

“please,” you whimper again, your body trembling against the ropes as the pleasure builds, and you can’t help but beg for more.

“that’s it, keep begging,” toji orders, his voice rough with lust. “you’re mine now, baby. all mine.”

toji’s fingers move with a slow, teasing precision, drawing out every bit of pleasure he can as you writhe in the chair, bound and at his mercy. each movement of his hand sends sparks through your body, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you buck against him, desperate for more. the ropes hold you firmly in place, and the way you’re tied only adds to the tension coiling tighter in your core.

“fuck, you’re close, aren’t you?” toji’s voice is thick with smug satisfaction, his fingers sliding through your slick folds as he focuses on your clit, rubbing in just the right way. “you’re so fucking tight, dripping all over my fingers. gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

you can’t even think straight anymore, your mind clouded with heat and desire, all focused on the feeling of his fingers pushing you to the edge. you nod frantically, unable to form words, only desperate, breathless sounds escaping your lips.

toji chuckles darkly, leaning closer until his lips are at your ear. “beg for it,” he demands, his tone rough and commanding, but there’s something almost playful underneath. “tell me how much you need it. tell me how much you want to cum for me.”

“please… p — please, toji…” you gasp, your voice barely more than a whimper as your body tenses, muscles coiling tight with the impending release. “n-need it… p — please… let me cum.”

his eyes darken, and his lips curl into a wicked grin. “that’s it, good girl,” he growls, his fingers pressing harder, faster, sending you right to the brink. “cum f’me. show me how much you love this.”

pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave, and you moan loudly, back arching against the ropes as you finish on his fingers. your mind blanks, vision blurring as your orgasm rips through you, and you tremble in the chair, held captive by the overwhelming sensation. your thighs clamp around toji’s hand, but he doesn’t stop, fingers working you through the high, milking every last bit of your release.

“there we go,” toji mutters, voice full of smug satisfaction as he watches you fall apart for him. “that’s what i like to see.”

you barely have time to catch your breath before toji stands up, wiping his slick fingers on his pants with a low growl. his gaze is burning with a mix of impatience and hunger, his body practically vibrating with the need to claim you fully. he glances down at you, tied to the chair, your body still trembling from your orgasm, and his lips curl into a predatory smirk.

“‘m not done with you yet.”

before you can even process his words, toji’s hand moves to your throat, fingers wrapping around your neck with enough pressure to make your breath hitch. it’s not painful — just enough to remind you of who’s in control. his thumb presses lightly against your pulse, feeling the rapid thrum of your heartbeat under his grip, and the sensation makes your head spin.

“look at you,” he growls, tightening his hold just slightly as he leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “already so fucked out, but we’ve barely started.”

your mind is still foggy from the high of your release, and you can only whimper as his grip on your throat sends a new wave of heat straight to your core. your breathing becomes shallow, each breath more labored under the pressure of his hand, and it’s like the lack of air only heightens the sensations rushing through your body.

toji’s free hand moves down to your hips, fingers tugging roughly at your panties, yanking them to the side with an impatient growl. “i don’t have time to play nice anymore,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust as he fumbles with his pants, shoving them down just enough to free himself.

you barely have a second to register what’s happening before he presses himself against your entrance, his cock hot and hard. the head of it pushes against your slick folds, teasing, but the impatience in his movements makes it clear he’s not going to wait long.

“fuck, you’re so wet for me,” toji groans, his voice strained as he pushes inside, the thick length of him stretching you open. “tight lil’ — mmgh — pussy was made f’me.”

you gasp at the sudden intrusion, your body still sensitive from your earlier orgasm, but the stretch of him inside you is too much to fight. it feels overwhelming, intense, and yet the way he fills you has you crying out in pleasure, your legs instinctively trying to wrap around him, though the ropes hold you back.

“yeah, that’s it,” toji growls, his hand tightening around your throat as he thrusts deeper, his cock sliding in with an almost brutal pace. “take it. take all of me.”

his movements are rough, desperate, like he’s losing control of himself, and the force of each thrust pushes you back against the chair, your body jolting with every snap of his hips. your mind is hazy, clouded with pleasure and the pressure of his hand around your throat, making each breath a struggle. but it’s intoxicating, the way he’s fucking you — fast, hard, and completely dominating.

“you’re mine,” toji mutters between gritted teeth, his pace quickening as he drives into you with reckless abandon. “this body… this pussy… all fuckin’ mine.”

your vision blurs as the pleasure builds again, your body reacting without thought, clenching tight around his cock with every thrust. you can barely form words, but the sounds spilling from your lips are enough to let him know just how much you need this — how much you need him.

toji grins, watching you fall apart beneath him, and he tightens his grip on your throat just a little more, cutting off your breath for a brief, dizzying second. “gonna cum f’me again, baby?” he taunts, his voice rough and full of arrogance as he slams into you harder, the slap of his hips against yours echoing through the empty warehouse. “gonna cum all over my cock like a good little slut?”

you can’t answer, not with the way his hand is pressing against your windpipe, but your body reacts, trembling, your walls tightening around him as you hurtle toward another release. he’s hitting every spot perfectly, driving you higher and higher, and the lack of air only intensifies the sensation.

“that’s it,” he growls, leaning down to bite at the skin of your neck, marking you again, leaving bruises in his wake. “cum for me. fucking beg for it.”

the words tear out of your mouth, ragged and breathless. “please… p-please, toji… lemme cum… can’t — need to…”

toji groans at the sound of your begging, his cock twitching inside you as he slams into you one last time, pushing you over the edge. the force of your orgasm hits you like a freight train, and your body shakes violently as you cum around him, your vision going white from the intensity of it.

“fuck,” toji grunts, his pace faltering as he follows you over the edge, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his release. he grinds against you, his hand still wrapped tight around your throat, keeping you on the brink of suffocation as you both ride out the high together.

when he finally loosens his grip, your body slumps in the chair, completely spent, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.

toji pulls out slowly, the mix of your release and his dripping down your thighs as he tucks himself back into his pants, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. he looks down at you — completely wrecked, body trembling, bound and marked up with bruises from his hands and mouth. you can barely move, your breathing still heavy and ragged as you slump against the ropes, completely spent.

“fuck,” toji mutters, running a hand through his messy hair, clearly pleased with himself. “ya really are somethin’ else, y’know that?”

he watches you for a moment, eyes dark and hungry as they trace over every inch of your body, and the way he looks at you makes your skin heat up all over again. there’s still that predatory glint in his eyes, but there’s something softer now, almost like he’s considering something he shouldn’t be.

then, he remembers. the bounty. the reason he was after you in the first place.

toji sighs, dragging a hand down his face as he glances around the warehouse, like the weight of the job is finally hitting him. “shit,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “was supposed to hand ya over, wasn’t i?”

the reminder makes your heart skip a beat, the reality of your situation sinking back in through the haze of pleasure. you’re still tied up, completely at his mercy, and there’s someone out there who paid a pretty price for you to be delivered — someone who probably doesn’t care about your well-being as much as toji has. your pulse quickens, a flicker of fear running through your exhausted body.

toji glances down at you, and for a moment, something like hesitation flickers across his face. his jaw tightens, and he steps closer, crouching down so he’s eye-level with you. his hand reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture, like he’s still debating what to do with you.

“huh,” he mutters, his eyes narrowing as he watches your expression. “was gonna drop ya off and be done with it. get my cash, move on to the next job. simple, right?”

he trails a finger down the side of your neck, following the bruises he left, and you shiver at the contact, your body still sensitive from everything he put you through. toji’s lips curl into a half-smile, almost amused by your reaction.

“but now…” his voice drops lower, that dangerous edge creeping back in. “i’m thinkin’ maybe i’ll keep ya around for a lil’ longer.”

your eyes widen, a mix of confusion and something else — something darker — swirling in your chest. you can’t help the way your body reacts, your heart pounding in your chest as toji leans even closer, his breath warm against your ear.

“you’re fun,” he whispers, his tone full of that familiar arrogance, “and i haven’t had my fill yet. so, how about we make a deal, sweetheart? i’ll hold off on handing you over… just for a bit.”

he pulls back, his hand sliding down to grip your chin, tilting your face up so you’re forced to meet his gaze. his eyes gleam with something predatory, something possessive, and you know in that moment, he’s not asking for permission. he’s already made up his mind.

“don’t worry,” toji murmurs, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips. “you’ll still be mine for a little while longer. and who knows… maybe by the time i’m done with ya, i won’t feel like handing ya over at all.”

he chuckles, leaning down to press one last rough, possessive kiss to your lips before he stands up, already moving to untie the ropes from your wrists. you don’t miss the way his eyes linger on you, the hunger still burning in his gaze.

“get some rest,” he says casually, like it’s nothing, his voice slipping back into that arrogant, teasing tone. “we’ve got plenty of time for round two.”

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animeyanderetalker · 5 months ago

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Darling returning to their house after having bought some groceries only to find Jinpachi standing outside their smoking apartment with firefighters surrounding him, holding a burnt pan in his hand:

Darling: "What?! Did?! You?! Do?!"

Jinpachi, staring with mild disdain at the burnt pan he is holding: "It started off fine...and then it was suddenly on fire."

Darling: "You set my kitchen on fire!!"

Jinpachi, pushing up his glasses: "That is incorrect. I didn't set fire on your kitchen. Fire was all of a sudden on your kitchen."

Jinpachi and darling staring at each other whilst darling contemplates murder through strangulation by using the hose of the fire truck.

Jinpachi: "I assume I'm forbidden of using the kitchen from now on?"

Darling: "Yes. Yes, you are."

#yandere blue lock #yandere bllk #yandere x reader #yandere ego #yandere ego jinpachi #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #ego x reader #ego jinpachi x reader #yandere crack post #jinpachi still got his yakisoba don't worry #darling 'lovingly' prepared it for him #he at least handled everything with the insurance #well...not really actually #poor anri had to do it for him because he told her to do so

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fictionalgap · 1 year ago

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Roommate: Too sick (chapter 1)

Pairing: Hazel Callahan x Reader

Summary: Hazel, you, PJ and Josie got accepted in the same college and were living together. You didn't know that Hazel was such a mother hen till you became roommates. You tried not to get too flustered while she took care of you.

Warning: 18+ Themes

Warning: Swearing. Mentions of vibrators and alcohol. This fic most likely contain smut scenes in later chapters.

Other Chapters: Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5

Song Recommendation: Crush - Tessa Violet

PJ, Josie, Hazel and you all wanted to go to same college and accepted which you all were super excited about. It has been months since you share the same place. Four rooms, living room and kitchen are combined and two bathrooms. Of course only one has a shower. But still thank god It's two bathrooms.

It has been a real experience living with them for you.

It's usually Josie and you who cooks. PJ and Hazel were officially banned from the kitchen. Well, not the fridge. But you know, the stove…

It was decided by Josie and you when Hazel and PJ tried to make Hazel's grandmother's recipe. They were alone at home when it happened. PJ wanted to help Hazel to cook, for the first time in forever and it did not end well. You were the first one who found out this incident. You were going to a friend's to study but you realized you forgot your phone at your guys place so you went back and saw the the huge ass smoke and firefighters and a frantic Hazel and PJ on the street.

Sundays were cleaning days. Everyone cleaned their own room, except PJ. Her room was the messiest and most dust producing room which made the whole place worse. All of you argued with her regularly about this but she swore that she cleaned it regularly.

One time she took Hazel's shirt to wear it for a date which she never asked Hazel If she could take it and of course PJ being PJ, forgot to give her shirt back.

"Ugh, I couldn't find it, okay. Just look into my room."

"What do you mean look into your room? If I go there, I don't know If I will be able to come back! Have you seen your room?"

"It's literally a black hole that is disguised as a pile of stuff." You stated with a smirk.

"It's a PJ hol-" Josie was about to smugly say,

"Okay! That's enough! I got it, okay!" until PJ interrupted Josie.

You told Hazel you would help her looking for her shirt which was an encouragement for her cause God knows, It takes lots of courage to go in that room.

You and Hazel started to look for the shirt in PJ's room.

"Oh…Oh my god! OH MY GOD!" Hazel shouted. Hazel put her hands onto her head and moved backwards with worried eyes.

"What? You found i-, Oh my god! What is this!" Hazel gagged as she sat down on the floor and you looked at the thing for a while, not believing what you see.

You snorted and laughed hysterically. "Josie! Josie, come here!" You screamed and held your stomach as Hazel groaned as she was in pain.

"What? Guys, why are you-, Hazel are you okay?" Josie kneeled down next to Hazel.

"I wish I never came here." Hazel's bottom lip quiverred as her eyes got teary. She layed on the floor in fetal position, color drenched out her skin.

Josie left Hazel's side to see what you were trying to show her and she saw the 'thing' and froze in her place like three minutes then PJ came into the room.

The 'thing' was a vibrator. A baby blue vibrator with a silicone layer which was covered a mild green to a dark green mold. Plus tiny flies were on it. You didn't know how many.

"What's this all fuss about, huh? My room's messy I got i-. Hey, I was looking for this… I guess I have to get a new one." she sighed and got out of the room with a moldy vibrator.

"You guess?" you aand Hazel shouted at the same time.

We all got out of her room. Hazel recovered from this incident once she calmed down. As for Josie, we all knew she would never be the same after this incident. Except PJ, who thinks vibrators getting moldy is only natural so she didin't understand the trauma she caused.

Hazel never found her shirt as PJ never cleaned her room. You thought she wouldn't want it back anyways.

You would still laugh whenever you remembered this.

College was never really boring with your roommates. You thought your friends at college were cool but your roommates were TRULY one in a million.

For you, Hazel was one of a kind.

You knew you needed to wear something more suitable for autumn but you didn't want to look like a buritto, going to the parties. It had a cost.

You coughed and it sounded like as If you were an animal who's in pain and about to die. You sneezed into the poor napkin as you layed down on your bed. 'How It was possible to be tired while you were laying down all day?' you thought as you sneezed again. You got up and opened the window. It was cold but you needed fresh air too.

You were upset that you missed your classes. You mailed your professors and they let you know It's okay. You would take your notes from your friends anyway.

You thought of last night. PJ interrupted Hazel's studying last evening, again. You were glad that you studied at library earlier. It was quiet and PJ-free. You liked your friend but she usually would convince you all to watch a movie, play a board game or go to a party. Or she would simply talk to you not caring If you listen or not.

Flashback

"Come on! Barry is giving a huge ass party. There is booze, there are girls, there are-"

"PJ, you are with Brittany. You remember, right? " Josie interrupted.

"Yeah…but no one says you can't look. I am not gonna eat them. I'll just… observe them. Just a small feast for my eyes since she decided to went to a college far away." PJ crossed her arms with a frown.

"You can always video chat with her." Hazel pouted.

"It's not the same thing, Hazel!" PJ yelled, frustrated.

"Yeah but what would she feel If one of us accidentally told her what you have said about party and girls and observing them…" you said with a playful smirk.

PJ raised her brows. "I'd probably beat the shit out of you."

"Ugh, that's harsh." you scoffed.

"Anyways, we should get ready. Move your asses, now!" PJ said as she walked to her room to get ready for the party.

"Are you going, Y/N?" she looked at you with puppy eyes.

"Yeah… I would try to convince you to come but I don't want to interrupt your studying." you said with sad eyes.

Hazel played with her rings. " I had swimming practice. If I wouldn't, I could study with you earlier."

"Study with me?" You raised brow. How did she knew you studied? Did she saw you?

"Yeah…library is on the way to pool so… a-and you always study on the same corner next to window." She played with her rings nervously.

'She saw me all the times...' you gulped to the thought. You looked at her hands, not being able to face her. She was playing with her rings nervously until she catched you watching them. Three, maybe four seconds passed when you realized she saw that you were looking at her hands. It could be just because you liked her rings.

In a totally straight way, obviously.

You averted your gaze and got up from your seat. "I didn't realize you saw me." you chuckled nervously.

"Yeah…I never told you and you look very focused during studying so…" she nodded her head to herself.

"Hm…we can always study another time If you'd like… Well, not here though, cause-"

"PJ?" she smiled widely.

"Yeah." You answered her smile with yours.

"I am going to change now. Have a good study session." you said and walked to your room to change your clothes.

You walked to your room and after spending five minutes in front of your wardrobe, you wore a white crop top, black baggy jeans, black converse and a black denim jacket. You left your hair down.

"Nice…" PJ said with a smirk.

"Thanks. You too." You checked her clothes.

"Isn't that a little bit thin though? You might get cold." Hazel said pointing your crop top. You blushed at what she said.

She was changed her clothes as well.

Josie pointed at Hazel. "Are you coming?"

"Yep."

PJ smirked coyly." That's the spirit!"

"Weren't you going to study?" you raised a brow.

"I'll study tomorrow. I'm not gonna drink much tonight, anyways." she said, looking at your clothes. "Really, Y/N, you'll get sick. "

"It's fine… We have a ride." you sighed.

"Even I don't worry that much for my girlfriend, Hazel." PJ wiggled her brows playfully with a smirk.

You couldn't help but blushed at what PJ said. You saw Hazel was looking down at her shoes and Josie was smiling at both of you.

Josie's smile ended with her phone ring. "Our ride is here. Let's go."

End of the flashback

You didn't know If this was cold or flu but Hazel was right.

You got sick and everything hurt. Moving hurt. Your head hurt. Your eyes felt like they were pierced. Your ears hurt. You could hardly breathe. Whatever this was, It was draining the shit out of you. You hated that you were wrong but you loved that Hazel was all around you. You also felt guilty about it cause she was interrupting her studying by checking up on you, getting you water, food, making you herbal teas every half an hour…

The thing about Hazel, she turns into a mother hen whenever someone gets sick. Especially when you were sick. You thought it was because you were closer with her than PJ and Josie.

You still rememeber the first week of moving here, you had a migraine attack. She went to the pharmacy without anyone noticing and came back with painkillers and a migraine stick.

And she massaged your temple till you fell aslept. You didn't know If you imagined something touching on your forehead. Preferably her lips. But you thought It was probably a fantasy of yours or a dream.

Of course, you were very pleased with her taking care of you. So you didn't mind getting sick. Maybe even It led you to wear thinner clothes. Not on purpose though.

Subconsciously.

You didn't really wanted to admit it but the idea of someone taking care of you, turned you on a little bit.

The idea of Hazel taking care of you, burned and twisted the parts of you, which you never knew that existed because you had a slight crush on her.

Just a tiny one…

Hazel knocked the door three times.

"Come in." your voice came out shaky.

Hazel came into your room with a smile.

"Hazel you don't have to check up on me every hour." you coughed as you said.

Hazel grabbed a chair with her one hand and placed it next your bed with a smile. She became more musclar and the veins on her arms looked like they were going to pop since she decided to join the college's swimming team. You were very enthusiastic about her decision.

She had a bowl in her hand. You looked up to her and saw her pouting.

"I'm so close thinking you don't want me here, Y/N."

'Well, fuck me!' you cursed to yourself for making her think that. You didn't think she was joking.

"Of course I want you here, Haze. It's just you couldn't study last night and now you can't study because of me." you explained quickly.

She grinned. "I know you do. And I am studying very well and I need breaks too, you know."

She usually took things at face value so It made you shocked to see her saying something without meaning it.

"Well you said it seriously so I thought-"

"I was joking." She took the strand of hair which was front of your nose and placed it behind your ear.

She beamed at you for a half a minute. You felt your heart beating very fast.

"Yeah… What's that?" you pointed to the bowl in her hand.

You noticed a spoon in Hazel's hand and the bowl was smelling really good.

"Chicken soup. I squeezed some lemon in it too."

Your eyes widen at what she has just said.

"No, no, no! I didn't make it! I ordered it. Don't worry. I made a promise to you and Josie and I remember." Her eyes widened as well.

You chuckled. "Okay. Cool. Uhm,… thank you Hazel." You sit up staright in your bed and you were going to took the bowl from Hazel's hand but she didn't give it to you.

"Ugh…?" You have her a confusing look.

"Let me feed you, please. " She made a puppy face.

"Y-you don't have to." you stuttered. Honestly, even your arms hurt when you moved them. And you would definitely not mind her feeding you. It was just you were afraid to make a fool of yourself.

"You seem really tired. Come on. " She pouted again.

"Ugh…okay but stop making that face." you said you averted your gaze.

"What face?" she grinned. Maybe she actually knew what she was doing.

"You know what you're doing, don't you?" She ignored your question and sighed as she blew the soup little to make it colder.

"Open up." she smiled as she held the spoon full of soup to you.

You drinked the soup and It was delicious. You would drink whatever she gave anyway.

"Thank you Hazel. Soup felt really good." you smiled gratefully to her. Your cheeks burned but It was okay that your cheeks were pink because you were sick so she wouldn't think it that way.

"Of course. Least I can do." She smiled at you for a moment as you held eye contact with her. "Oh, I forgot the vitamin!" she said as she got up and left your room.

"What? You ordered vitamin too?" you yelled for her to hear you from the other room.

She came back with a vitamin c supplement in her hand.

"No, I went to the pharmacy."

"Hazel you spent too much time. You go study now!" You scolded her.

"Okay, okay! And It was a ten minute walk. It's not much. Plus walking in fresh air is a good break time."

"Here." She held the vitamin your lips and you felt bold and took it with your lips while keeping eye contact with her.

It was awkward.

In a sexy way.

Her body froze except her eyelids, they blinked a couple of times until she gave you a glass of water to swallow the pill.

She cleared her throat. "So, I'll go study now. If there is anything you need-"

"I'll tell you. I know."

"Okay." she said as she rushed out of the room.

'Fuck.' you told yourself and laid down on your back as you wait for sleep.

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan fanfiction #hazel callahan #bottoms movie #bottoms hazel #bottoms 2023 #lgbtq #sapphic

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watchyourbuck · 5 months ago

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my predictions for 911 s8 based on show predictability and what I think were easter eggs throughout s7

bucktommy sex scene (implied or other)

eddie vs gerard

mara adoption at the end of the season

new madney baby (also end of the season)

eddie big (queer) emotional break

short but important ravi arc

buck firefighting accident + mild injury

bathena temporary housing problems

chris mid season return home

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novamariestark · 4 months ago

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Stress Relief...

Summary: Over the last 9 months, your life has changed a lot, it was hard not to feel stressed, but after meeting quite possibly the sexiest guy you'd ever met at Molly's, stress was the last thing on your mind

Warnings: age gap, smut, unprotected sex (wrap b4 you tap), drunk-ish sex

Word count: 3354

Fandom: Chicago P.D

Pairing: Hank Voight x halstead!reader

[A/N] I've been wanting to write for Hank a long time, but every time i watched Chicago P.D to get ideas and inspiration, I got distracted 🤣, It's very hard not to

You were a creature of habit. Always have been. So it didn’t take long for everyone to learn them. One particular habit was your nightly trip to Molly’s. The firefighter bar. You met Herrmann in the ER one day and you became friends. He was quite possibly the sweetest person you’d ever met. He was also the only one who knew your full past.

You weren’t always here in Chicago nor were you aware of your brothers, Will and Jay. Up until 9 months ago you didn’t know that they existed. You were an orphan, or at least that’s what you were always told and you had no reason to think otherwise. But sure enough, after a trip to Chicago and one freak accident that took you to the ER, you found them. Well one. Your older brother Will. How he found out, you still didn’t know but he did. Shortly after, you met Jay, who apparently is your twin brother.

You spent as much time with them as possible before leaving for your college graduation, promising to visit. Little did you know that they were coming back with you. You didn’t find out until they “dropped you off” at the airport the next day but with bags.

“You think we’d miss our little sister’s graduation?” Will asked smiling warmly.

"Seriously?" you asked, your face lighting up like a child's on Christmas morning.

Will chuckled, ruffling your hair, "Of course. We wouldn't miss it for the world."

As soon as your flight number was called, you all boarded the plane, excitement bubbling under the surface. You couldn't believe it. Just a week ago, you thought you'd be walking across the stage to receive your degree with no one in the crowd cheering for you. But now, you were going to have two people there, and not just anyone—your brothers.

As you settled into your seat, you glanced over at Will and Jay, who were chatting animatedly about the plans for the weekend. The reality of the situation finally hit you, and felt a smile creeping up your face. You'd spent so much of your life moving from place to place, rarely feeling like you truly belonged anywhere. But now, it felt like you finally did belong.

When the plane landed, you turned to your brothers with a smile. "I'll head home and change, and then I'll meet you both at the hotel with my husband," you said, still riding the high of excitement from the journey.

They nodded, and after a quick hug and a promise to catch up soon, you headed off towards your apartment. You didn’t live so far away, so you decided to walk. As you walked up the driveway, you noticed your husband's car was there. A small, happy smile crossed your face.

You unlocked the front door and stepped inside, calling out a cheerful greeting. "I'm home!"

But there was no response. The house was eerily quiet, and an uneasy feeling began to settle in your stomach. You walked through the hallway, your footsteps echoing in the silence. As you approached the bedroom door, you noticed it was slightly ajar. Pushing it open, your eyes widened in shock.

There, on the bed, was your husband—tangled up with another woman. It was almost too surreal to process at first; your mind struggled to comprehend what you were seeing. They both looked up, startled by your sudden entrance. Your husband quickly pulled away from the woman, but he didn't seem particularly shocked or apologetic. Instead, he simply stared at you. In fact, a look of mild annoyance was plastered on his face.

For a moment, you just stood there, frozen, as a tidal wave of emotions crashed over you—betrayal, anger, sadness. You felt like you had been punched in the gut. You'd been so excited to share your news with him, and now this?

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to speak. "I'll be back for my things," you said, your voice surprisingly steady despite earthquake of emotions rattling inside you. You didn't wait for a response. You turned on your heel and walked out, grabbing your car keys on the way out.

As you got into your car, your hands were trembling. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you wiped them away and started the engine. You drove to the hotel in a daze, trying to shake the image of your husband and the other woman from your mind. How you didn’t have an accident was beyond you.

Needless to say, they were furious when you showed up at their hotel room in tears. You had tried so hard to hold it together, but as soon as the elevator doors closed behind you, the dam broke. The tears came fast and hard, and you struggled to keep your sobs quiet as you rode up to their floor.

When you reached their room and knocked, Will opened the door, his smile fading instantly when he saw your tear-streaked face. Without a word, he pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around you protectively. The warmth of his embrace made you feel better, even if just for a moment.

Jay quickly crossed the space between you, "What happened?" he asked, his voice tense.

You tried to speak, but your voice caught in your throat. The pain was too raw, the words too painful. Instead, you just shook your head, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks. Will held you tighter, his hand gently rubbing your back in a soothing motion.

"He... he was with someone else," you finally managed to choke out between sobs, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jay's face turned red with anger, his fists clenching at his sides. "What?" he nearly shouted; his voice filled with fury. He took a step towards the door, clearly ready to confront your husband. "I'm gonna kill him," he muttered under his breath.

Will, still holding you close, turned to block Jay's path. "No, Jay," he said firmly, "This isn't the time. She needs us."

"I don't know what I'm going to do," you said, more tears streaming down your face as the realization hit you—you were now possibly homeless. You felt the weight of everything, slowly crushing you. But you needn’t worry about anything.

Jay offered you a place to stay and went back with you to collect the rest of your belongings. He was also there when you filed for divorce. Despite his assurances that he didn't mind you staying with him, you started looking for a place of your own. When you thought you had found one, Jay insisted it "wasn't safe enough" for you. So, almost nine months later, you’re still living with him. It had been a long time since you had a brother around, and you'd forgotten how much of a nuisance they could be��but you loved it.

You're now a nurse at Gaffney, the same hospital where Will works. While you love being near your brothers, the ER can be incredibly stressful, and when it gets overwhelming, you find yourself at Molly's, sitting on your usual barstool. Herrmann could tell just by the look on your face which usual you needed. You had two orders: one for a good day and one for a bad one. Clearly, today was the latter.

You smiled as the drink appeared in front of you. "Thanks, Hermie," you said, picking up the shot glass and downing it in one go, welcoming the familiar burn.

"No problem, kid," he said, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Wanna talk about it?" You shook your head, offering a grateful smile. He casually draped the towel over his shoulder and placed another drink in front of you, a glass of coke with double vodka, "You know where to find me if you change your mind."

You nodded once more as he moved to serve other patrons. You let your eyes leave their place on the glass and wander around the bar. Many people were regulars, in fact all of them were except for one.

He caught your eye immediately. He was quite possibly the hottest person you’d ever laid your eyes on. He was definitely older than you, by about 20 years but damn you didn’t care. His short, neatly trimmed hair was greying slightly but it only made him sexier. As you continue to admire him you could feel yourself being pulled from reality as your eyes trace his strong jawline. They then made their way further south to where the luckiest pieces of clothing hugs him. Especially the leather jacket. You love leather jackets. You’re not sure why but when they are wrapped around men like that, do you need a reason?

He must have felt your eyes on him because his flicked over to them. You quickly avert your eyes back to your glass, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks and you hope that it’s dark enough so no one can see.

You want to talk to him, but you feel you need some more liquid courage. You continued to drink your double vodka and coke and when you finished you signalled for a refill but just coke this time. You picked up the drink and made your way over to the man and sat beside him.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you here before,” you said, trying to make yourself sound like you weren’t completely freaking out on the inside.

“It’s not my usual place,” he replied with the deepest gravelly voice you had ever heard. You had to squeeze your thighs shut because of the effect it had on you.

Nevertheless, you try and ignore the feeling and held your hand out to him, “I’m (y/n)” you said with a small smile.

“Henry” he replied, placing his hand in yours. The rough skin on his fingertips felt good against your soft skin. You couldn’t help but think where else they’d feel good.

You both talked for a while as more people started to filter in. It started to get really loud and you wouldn’t mind going somewhere private with Henry. So you asked, “Hey, wanna go somewhere quieter,” you bite your lip hoping he says yes... And he does.

The drive to his was quiet, I left you to your thoughts. This wasn’t what you intended when you left the apartment tonight but hey apparently sex is a great stress reliever and you have a feeling you are about to be well taken care of.

You shoot Jay a quick text to let him know you are okay and as you press send you stopped. He’s a gentleman and opens the door for you and holds his hand out for you to take.

You take it and you get out of the car, following him into the house, his hand on the small of your back guiding you towards it.

The next few moments are a blur. As soon as the door shut, his mouth was on yours. The kiss started off tender but slowly got more passionate. You certainly weren’t complaining. He slowly guided you towards the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours. You had no idea where in the house you were until the back of your legs hit the cool sheets. His hands moved from your face to the zipper on your dress pulling it down swiftly. He slid the small straps down your arms as you fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. The dress dropped from your frame and pooled at your feet, leaving you in just your underwear. When you undid the last button, you slowly removed both the shirt and the leather jacket. You let your hands follow the garments until they landed on his belt. Your mouths were still attached. You could taste the whiskey on his tongue and he could taste the vodka on yours. You continue fumbling with his jeans until thy joined your dress. His hands glide down your body until they reach your ass, you moan as he gives them a firm squeeze before lifting you up.

He turned and sat on the bed, so you were straddling him. You could feel him beneath you and you couldn’t help but grind against him. When he groaned you felt your pussy yip as if it had just been shocked. Was anything this man did not sexy?

Your tongues continue to battle each other as your wet core rides his clothed hardness. Until you couldn’t take it anymore. You stood only to remove your panties. He removed his boxers quickly before you climbed back on top of him, wasting no time sinking down on him.

“fuck* you breathed, the word falling from your lips as your head falls back.

His hands hold your shoulders, slamming you down harder on him. You were already seeing stars and you had barely started.

His lips attached themselves to your neck, licking and nibbling at the soft flesh. They then trailed lower towards your still covered breasts. He kissed the valley between but made no movement to take off the piece of fabric in his way. So you reached behind you and unclasped it, discarding it with the rest of your clothes.

He smirked against your skin taking one in his mouth, sucking hard on the sensitive nub, his hand played with the other, rolling it between his thumb and index finger. Then he switched, giving them equal attention.

Without warning, he stood up and chucked you onto the bed, leaving you feeling cold and empty. Your hand went to your clit to give you something as he climbed towards you. Eyes locked on you as if you were his prey.

His hand slowly runs up your thigh until it reaches your hand. He looks at you and you move your hand and rest it on your stomach. His hand replaces yours. Teasing you. One finger gliding through the lips, dipping it ever so slightly into your wet hole.

“Please” you whimpered as his fingers continue to tease you.

With a smirk, he enters you fully, making you arch off the bed. He starts to move in and out, your body begging for more. You can’t help but let out a low moan that echoes through the room.

“Oh, baby, you like that?” he whispers in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

You nod your head, unable to form words as pleasure overtakes you.

He slammed into you, hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the darkness. You dig your nails into the bed, trying to hold on as he fucks you into oblivion.

You’re not sure how long it goes on, but you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

And just as you’re about to go over, he pulls out and flips you onto your stomach, pushing your legs apart. You know what’s coming next, and the few second wait is almost too much to handle. He slams into you from behind, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drives into you, over and over again.

You bite the pillow to muffle your screams as he takes you roughly, your body trembling with every thrust. You can feel yourself about to cum, and you know it’s going to be the best fucking orgasm of your life.

Finally, with one last, hard thrust, you do. Your orgasm rips through you like a tornado in a trailer park, leaving you a trembling mess on the bed. Henry follows shortly after, his own groan of pleasure muffled against your neck.

The two of you collapse onto the bed, both panting and sweaty. You lay there for a moment, trying to catch your breath, before you feel him roll over and wrap an arm around you.

The next morning you open your eyes, and you don’t recognise your surroundings. Your eyes squeeze shut as the bright light burns them and you become aware of the arm draped across your bare waist. Its then you remember the events from last night and it wasn’t just an amazing dream.

As your mind replays the sex a tone begins to sound. You knew it wasn’t your phone. The arm removed itself from your body and the sound stopped shortly after.

You turned to look at him, “hi,” your voice is small and unsure. You hadn’t done anything like this before so you didn’t know the protocol.

“Hey... I uh... Got to get to work,” he said removing the covers and going to get changed, “I’ll take you to get your car,”

“Thank you,” you smiled as you grab your outfit off the floor and quickly threw it on. You got your phone out your bag and checked the time, “shit,”

“What’s wrong?” Henry asked turning around as he continued buttoning up his shirt.

“Nothing, just my brother might have left for work already and he hasn’t given me a spare key,” you groaned inwardly. You couldn’t show up at the hospital looking like this.

As soon as you both were ready, as promised, Henry took you back to Molly’s to get your car. Much to your disappointment, plans were not made to see each other again.

You got in your car and drove as fast as you could without breaking the law but when you got there it was indeed too late. Jay had already gone to work. You got back in your car and headed to his workplace. What a first impression you were going to make. You haven’t met any of Jay’s colleagues and dressed in last night’s outfit and possibly smelling like sex.

You took a deep breath as you walked through the doors and up the steps to find a huge desk in front of you. You watched as the woman gave a sarcastic reply to a couple of patrol officers and you tried to stifle a laugh but failed. Her eyes flashed over to you, “Can I help you?” she asked in a tone that would probably send the uniforms running but you just give her your sweetest smile.

“I’m looking for my brother, Jay Halstead,”

“Oh, so you’re the mini-Halstead,” she said with the same tone, “Lets hope you aren’t like the other two,”

“Well, I’m a female,” you shrugged “Thats a difference,”

She pointed to another set of stairs leading up to a gate, “He’s up there,” she said resting her hand on the button waiting to buzz you in.

As soon as you hear it buzz, you open the gate and head up the rest of the steps. Jay spotted you before you got to the top.

“Look who decided to show up,” he called out. Everyone in the room turned to look at you and you kinda felt a little exposed. They probably thought you were a prostitute or something.

“Jay, I don’t have time for this,” you said walking over to his desk, your palm held out ready to receive the keys, “I’ve got to go to work,”

He fished the keys from his pocket and tossed them up in the air, a smug grin on his face, “Come home at a reasonable time then,”

“Or you could have gotten me a key cut, asshole,” you said rolling your eyes as you put the keys in your bag. When you looked back at your brother, he was looking at you funny, “What?”

“Where did you get that jacket?” he asked pointing to the leather jacket Henry gave you. You had forgotten you were wearing it.

You shrugged, “Just a friend,” you replied nonchalantly. Jay went to say something else when a voice spoke from behind you. A familiar one. You turned and sure enough, there he was, “Henry?”

It didn’t take a detective to connect the dots. You had slept with your brother’s boss. You hadn’t meant to. You had no idea who he was. But the thing is... You want to do it again. You want to fuck him again.

[A/N 2.0] Part 2?

#female reader #reader insert #chicago pd #hank voight x reader #hank voight #halstead sister

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 11 months ago

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Yandere Concepts Masterlist

Be aware that these are fiction works made for entertainment purposes. It includes yandere behaviours and several triggers so make sure to READ THE WARNINGS at the beginning.

I do not support any of these toxic behaviours.

Reader is always female.

▶ Yandere Teacher - (Non-Con)

▶ Yandere Criminal - (Kidnapping)

▶ Yandere Police Officer (Manipulation/Power Abuse)

▶ Yandere Hater (Incel; Hate)

-> He tries to kidnap you

▶ Yandere Actor (Obsession; Manipulation)

▶ Yandere Step-Brother (Stepcest; Creepy/Obsession; Mild Manipulation)

-> Drabble (Noncon)

-> Jealousy Drabble (Blackmail)

▶ Yandere Firefighter (Manipulation; Memory Loss)

▶ Yandere Boss (Noncon)

▶ Yandere Coworker (Obsession; Creepiness)

▶ Yandere Lawyer (Obsession; Misogyny; slight Power Abuse)

#masterlist

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buddie-fic-recs-this-way · 6 months ago

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what are your fav buddie au’s? i’m looking for like cute/ mild angst but with a happy ending? for reference i like the au’s where neither one of them is a firefighter, like they’re a chef or a barista or a teacher, stuff like that! but i also like when one of them is a firefighter and one isn’t! honestly im not picky i’m just on a “fluff buddie getting together au” kick right now lol!!!❤️❤️❤️

well you have come to the right place! au's my most beloved. i'm also known as the au queen 😂 (since i'm combining these asks, i'll put which one's are angsty) i tried to stick to more “normal jobs” so i hope these are what y’all are looking for <33 as always if anyone else has other recs, please feel free to add them!

pick a star on the dark horizon (follow the light) Bob_loblaws_lawblog @bi-buckrights (army buddie/angsty)

winner takes it all buddiefication (pumpkincreamcoldbrew) | (hockey buck/baseball player eddie/ light angst)

now our love lives in the radio | heartbeatdiaz @loserdiaz (college au/ radio host buck/ fluffy)

traded | Princessfbi @princessfbi (hockey buck/ bartender eddie/ light angst)

falling for you (when you're miles away) | MonsterRae1 @monsterrae1 (long distance relationship/ buck is a course teacher for LAFD/ angst)

cordolia verse (bakery au) | MonsterRae1 @monsterrae1 (baker!eddie/barista!buck/ fluff)

kiss me before it's over (if only for a minute) | Bob_loblaws_lawblog @bi-buckrights (baseball buddie/light angst)

come love, | colonoscopys (business man buck meets bodyguard eddie/ angsty)

don't play games (come my way) | letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (buisnessmen buddie/light angst)

a wednesday in a café (i watched it begin again) | MonsterRae1 @monsterrae1 (nurse!eddie/firefighter buck/coffee shop au/fluff)

made your mark on me (a golden tattoo) | heartbeatdiaz @loserdiaz (tattoo artist!eddie/fluffy)

wastin' my time when it was always you |heartbeatdiaz @loserdiaz (childhood friends to lovers/navy seal buck/angsty)

eyes like sinking ships (in waters so inviting) |heartbeatdiaz @loserdiaz (lifeguard!buck/more fluff than angst)

falling slowly; sing your melody (i’ll sing it loud) |Princessfbi @princessfbi (musician!buck/bodyguard!eddie/angsty)

hearts, hooves, and healing | mansikka @redlightsandicedtea (neither are firefighters/horse sanctuary/fluffy)

your name is written in the sand | lecornergirl @clusterbuck (lifeguard!buck/fluffy)

let my ink stain your pages |letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (author!buck/detective!eddie/fluff & angst)

steppin' into fate | r_holland @onward--upward (hockey buddie/fluff & angst)

i don't mind waiting (if it's for you) | Princessfbi @princessfbi (detective!eddie/bartender!buck/angsty)

a picture is worth a thousand words (but love is undefinable) |extasiswings, letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @extasiswings @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (model!buck/photographer!eddie)

teardrops could be bottled | Princessfbi @princessfbi (model!buck/photographer!eddie)

string of hearts...| ReallySmartLadyMarieCurie (plant shop owner buck/firefighter eddie/fluff)

what if you're someone i just want around... |ReallySmartLadyMarieCurie (boxer!eddie/firefighter buck/angsty)

pin me to the wall, i'm an art piece | whiskis @angela-feelstoomuch (models buddie/fluff & angst)

cowboys, jorts and building shit |Ineedapuppyandsomevodka (houseflipper!buck/carpenter!eddie/fluffy) @ineedapuppyandsomevodka

frequent flyer | whileyouresleeping @whileyoursleeping (eddie is a firefighter/buck is not/fluff)

coastlines | browney3dgirl6 (surfer-shopowner!eddie/firefighter buck/ agnsty) a lil self promo; i would list more but 99% of what i write is au's like this 😅 if you want me to make a separate post of all of them, just lmk 🫶🏻)

#buddie #buddie fic #evan ‘buck’ buckley #eddie diaz #911 abc #fic recs #au’s #anyone have any suggestions?#sorry i love angst 🙈#they all have fluffy endings though!!

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kinardgo · 4 months ago

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Jee having fun with her uncles Buck & Tommy!

Maybe Buck feeling a little 🥰😍 watching Tommy being in 'competent dad mode', even though he's not ready for their own 😂

okay this is everything actually if season 8 doesn't give us tommy playing with jee and buck noticably ovulating across the room i will riot

bucktommy / rated g / mild warning for non serious accidental injury to a child

"-and take a nice, deep breath for me. This is going to sting a little, okay?"

It takes a few seconds for Buck's brain to come back online as he re-enters his apartment. It's been a quiet day so far, as quiet as any day off looking after his curious, hyperactive niece can be. They'd watched some TV, leaving some irritating cartoon pop song ingrained in his head, probably for the next week at least. Had some lunch. Afterwards, Jee-Yun had proclaimed her desire for ice cream with all the certainty of a biblical saint. Buck, a little soft hearted from an easy day surrounded by people he loves, agreed to go to the shop in search of some.

Maybe it's lulled him into a false sense of security, because he stares at the scene in his kitchen with a blank expression for a full three seconds before he galvanizes into action.

Jee's up on the kitchen counter, a little teary eyed, her bottom lip wobbling, blood trickling down her skinny calf.

"Woah, woah, hey," he says, rushing to Tommy's side, where he's crouched in front of the counter, "What happened?"

"Someone," he says, eyeing the slightly sheepish looking girl, "decided to ignore me when I said running full pelt around the place would end in tears."

"I'm sorry, Tommy," Jee says, her voice shaking.

"It's okay, chica. You're not in trouble. Tripped over the rug," he adds lowly to Buck, "Limbs everywhere, slid five feet, the whole ten yards."

Now he's a little closer up, he can see that. Her knee is all scraped up, a messy graze, but nothing deep. There's a little mark on her elbow, but no blood. Kids bounce, Hen once told him. Buck kinda wishes Jee would stop trying to test that theory out on him though.

"Now, stay nice and still while I get this cleaned up, okay sweetheart?" Tommy eases, turning his attention back to Jee, the full effect of his Cool And Unphased Firefighter Pilot shtick aimed at a tiny little person who doesn't even have a fully developed concept of consequence yet. It feels unfair. Buck's a whole ass adult and it's enough to make him spacy, "Do you know what this is?"

Jee looks from the antibacterial wipe in his hand, to Buck, and back to Tommy nervously, "No."

"This is a special kind of cloth that can get all the yucky stuff out of your cut, get it nice and clean."

"Like soap?"

"Kinda like soap, yeah," he nods, smiling, "It's gonna hurt a little bit, but that's how you know it's working. Ready?"

She nods, hands fisting in the skirt of her pink dress anxiously. Tommy swipes over the graze of her cut quickly and gently, efficient but effective.

"Brave girl, Jee," Buck murmers, rubbing a hand soothingly up her arm.

"Yes, she is," Tommy agrees, "Now, I'm going to put a plaster on this. Hold still for me-" She holds herself dutifully, solid like a rock, as Tommy smooths the dressing over the knee. It's probably overkill, but Buck knows that the power of belief in healing is almost as important as the actual healing bit.

"You did so good, Jee," Buck says, straightening up to plant a kiss in her hair. She giggles, grasping at him with her pudgy hands, "And so did you," he says, kissing him on the cheek. Jee shrieks with laughter the way she always does when Buck dares to show any kind of affection to anyone but her.

"Now, you," Tommy says, sweeping Jee off the counter, "Get settled on the couch, because it looks like your Uncle Evan got some cookie dough vanilla that's got your name all over it, kid."

Jee's face splits with a grin so wide it looks like it might hurt, then throws her arms around Tommy's neck, burrowing her face in his shoulder with a happy little sound, "Thank you, Uncle Tommy," The words are muffled into the collar of his shirt, but Tommy clearly hears loud and clear if the way his face scrunches up in delight is any indication.

Something heavy and dense swoops straight through the middle of Buck's core, through his chest and out through his stomach. Too much, too fast, too soon. Tommy gives Jee a final squeeze, swaying her a little so her tiny legs flop around, giggling happily until he puts her back down.

Jee cuddles up with a pillow on the couch, something that looks like elves on an acid trip playing on the TV while Tommy washes his hands and puts the first aid kit back in the cupboard and Buck gets three bowls of cookie dough ready for a good ol' fashioned sugar binge.

"She adores you."

Tommy looks up, even as Buck keeps his eyes resolutely on the ice cream.

"She's got a big heart," he says fondly, before adding, "Must be a Buckley family trait."

"She's a good kid," Buck grins, turning to look over at Jee, hugging one of the sofa cusions to her chest, so big against her that she can rest her chin on it.

"Yeah. Do you want kids?"

The ice cream scoop skids across the counter out of Buck's hand when he jerks in surprise.

Tommy laughs quietly, ducking his head to kiss his shoulder, "Not right now, Evan. Just... curious. You're good with her."

"So are you," he fires back. He knows he's being stupid, that he's acting defensive, and he doesn't even know what about. Jesus, he sucks when someone catches him off guard, "Do you want kids?"

It doesn't look like it bothers Tommy, who just grins like he knows better than to take Buck's knee-jerk panic personally. Probably because he does.

"Yeah. One day."

Buck can't help smiling back, "Yeah. One day."

They all squeeze onto the couch, Jee tucked in between them with enough sugar shovelling into her mouth for Maddie to have reasonable justification to murder him later. It's probably not how he would have described his ideal afternoon, but he can't find fault in it.

#bucktommy #tevan #911 #**writing #bucktommy tag #evan buckley #tommy kinard #thank you so much for the prompt this was very sweet to write!!!! <3

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zepskies · 1 year ago

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Smoke Eater - Part 14

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

AN: Welcome back! Get ready for some more detective work, a pinch of Jo drama, another fire, and the reader finally meets John Winchester...

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Word Count: 7,500 Tags/Warnings: Angst, fire hazards, threats, and hurt/comfort.

Part 14: “Message in a Bottle”

A week before Christmas, John Winchester left his house for work before the sun had even risen in the sky. It was still dim when he stepped out onto his porch, which is why he didn’t see it at first.

He heard the clink when his boot kicked at something metallic.

He glanced down and found a small badge lying on the ground. He bent to pick it up, and on further inspection, it was a fire department’s badge. A replica, probably, because it had Dean’s number on it: 20579.

The badge was also splattered with blood.

Later at his office, John handed it over to his partner for his inspection.

“It’s actually paint,” John said. “Forensics looked it over. No prints, of course.”

“That’s a shame,” Cas said. His tone was mild, but his face was as grave as John’s as he considered the crimson-stained badge. They stood together in the bullpen of the 84th Precinct.

“And I got this little present a few days ago,” John admitted quietly. He grabbed a folder off his desk and showed Cas its contents: a picture of Sam leaving the courthouse while talking on his cell, climbing into his car. Someone was watching his sons.

“I already have a police detail on him,” John said, heaving a sigh. “I requested approval for Dean’s this morning.”

Cas’s frown was deepening, along with his furrowed brows. “We may need to ask for backup on this.”

John shook his head. “Rufus won’t give it to us.”

Their esteemed Lieutenant thought John was on a vendetta with a ghost, stirring up a conflict of his own making. He only approved a temporary police detail for Sam, with the condition that John stopped what he was doing, let the Fire Department handle the serial arsonist, and let this blow over.

But Rufus should’ve known better than that by now. This was personal, and John wouldn’t tolerate these yellow-bellied threats to his family.

“Azazel’s applying pressure, hitting your weak spots,” Cas said, perhaps pointing out the obvious.

“So let’s hit him back, goddamn it,” John growled. He threw down the folder back onto his desk.

“How?” Cas asked. “We still don’t know who Azazel is.”

The other man thought hard, rubbing a hand over his mouth, and feeling the overgrown stubble. He didn’t remember the last time he’d shaved.

“How’s your progress on questioning Savage & Co.?” he asked.

“Stalled. Nick Savage has lawyered up,” said Cas.

His face slackened from frustration to realization. He didn’t seem happy about his next idea, but it looked like he had one.

“Though now that I think of it, we may be able to apply some pressure of our own,” he said.

John raised a brow and crossed his arms. “How’s that?”

“Dean’s girlfriend works there, if you remember,” Cas said. “Something happened this past weekend at her company Christmas party.”

John nodded, despite his frown. He was set to meet you in a week, but it looked like they might need to question you before then. What a pleasant first meeting that was going to be.

But if you had anything on Savage, on the company, or even better, if you were willing to wear a wire, that could be the break they needed to get some headway on this case. They could squeeze Savage for any information he might have on Azazel—like his real identity.

“Tell me,” John said.

You returned to work on Monday with steel in your veins (and a taser in your purse).

You had about an hour of peace in your office, catching up on your emails and calls. Then there was a knock on your door before it pushed open without your consent.

Damn it, should’ve locked it. Your lips pursed when Nick Savage came in.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you said firmly. Already you were opening a drawer in your desk, reaching into your purse.

“It’s my goddamn office,” Nick replied lazily. But he crossed his arms and stopped just behind the spare chair that sat in front of your desk. It gave you a good few feet of distance.

You stared back at the man with hidden satisfaction through your disdain. It seemed Dean’s threats got to him.

“Just thought I’d let you know that Josh’s been promoted to Senior Sales Manager,” Nick said. He checked his watch absently.

Your teeth clicked in irritation, but you let it pass. He was just trying to get a rise out of you, and you no longer gave a fuck about this company anyway. What you told Dean before was the truth: you were now here just to collect a paycheck, until you could find a new job.

“Good. He’s been working hard, kissing your ass,” you said with a fake smile. “Now if you don’t mind, I have a lot of work to do.”

Nick made the mistake of taking a half-step forward. Your hand subtly clenched on the weapon in your purse, but you tried your best to seem relaxed. In control of yourself. This was your office that you’d occupied for three years.

This was your space, and this man didn’t control you.

“Take one step forward, and I will quit today,” you threatened. And then you bluffed.

“I’ll call Mr. Greenway,” you said. “In fact, he offered me a job last month. Then I’ll make a few more calls, and I’ll take all of my accounts with me. I’ll kill your fucking sales team and leave Josh to continue sucking your lackluster tequila dick.”

Nick stared back at you with thinly veiled shock. You’d always been “no nonsense,” but you’d never spoken to him like that before. He smirked.

This was why he liked you. And hated you.

“All right,” Nick said. He didn’t come any closer, but he did rest his hands on the back of the chair. “How about I buy out your friend Greenway. His whole damn company. And then I’ll blacklist you with every other company that calls for a reference. Even the ones that don’t call.”

Your eyes widened incredulously. He had the gall to wink at you, boiling your blood.

“I’ll fucking sue you,” you said, hating the slight tremor in your voice.

Nick rolled his eyes. “This again? Please.”

You couldn’t help it. Your temper snapped, and you pushed away from your desk to stand up. You gripped the edge of it to steady yourself. You quirked a humorless smile.

“As it happens, I know a damn good lawyer,” you countered. “He puts murderers in jail every day. I doubt he’d struggle too much with a corporate asshole. And I’ll remind you, Dean’s father is a police officer. I’m sure he’d like nothing better than to lock you up after I report you for what you did. And I will.”

Nick scoffed at that, his eyes narrowing.

“If you take it there, I’ll have every resource at my disposal to make your life a living hell. I’ll drag this out for years. Until you’ve got nothing but your boyfriend’s charity to keep you from living in a fucking box.”

You were seething, trying to stay in control. He knew it too, and he smirked at you. He pushed away from the chair and started to leave.

But then, he tossed you a smug look over his shoulder.

“Just remember,” he said. “You could’ve just spread those legs for me.”

It took everything you had within you not to hurl a stainless steel stapler at the back of his retreating head.

“A double please, Ellen. Dry, lots of olives,” you requested.

After a ridiculously long day at work, you were now trying to let go of your frustrations at the Roadhouse, while you still had the money to drink. You rubbed through the ache in your temples.

“Long day, hun?” Ellen asked you. Her eyes were sympathetic as she made you the martini you ordered. You gave her an attempt at a smile.

“Long life,” you muttered.

“Hmm. Asshole boss?” she surmised.

You met her gaze with a note of suspicion. “Did Dean tell you…”

You knew he’d told his brother about what happened at the Christmas party. And you had a feeling he’d told Cas as well, to try and see what you could do from a law enforcement standpoint. The first step was filing a report. Now you knew, however, that you couldn’t. Not if you wanted your life to remain in one piece.

“Nothing, hun,” Ellen shook her head. “You’ve just got that look. I reckon every woman in the world has worn that face. Usually because of a man.”

You sighed and chuckled at the same time. It loosened some of the tightness in your shoulders.

“Yeah, well. This one’s a rat bastard in human clothing,” you replied.

“Ooh, sounds like my old biology professor,” Jo chimed in. She was drying out some newly clean glasses behind the counter along with Ellen. “He had a reputation for scoping out freshman girls.”

You made a gagging sound as you reached for the delectable martini glass Ellen slid your way.

“Men are disgusting,” you said. Jo snorted.

“99.8% of them, yeah,” she said. But her gaze drew towards the door when Dean Winchester came in. And she added, “A few of ‘em are all right.”

Was it just you, or was there a softer look in her blue eyes when she noticed Dean?

You were soon distracted though, giving your boyfriend a smile to try and cover up how exhausted you were, in every sense of the word. He greeted you with a warm hand along your lower back. He dropped a kiss to your forehead.

“Waiting long?” he asked.

“No, just a few minutes,” you shook your head. You laid a hand on his thigh when he took a seat next to you at the bar. “How was your shift?”

This week he was on three 12-hour shifts instead of his usual 24-hour shifts, which meant you got more of him in the evening.

“Fine. Just a couple of accidents to clear off the road, nothing major,” he replied. He ordered a beer from Ellen and gave Jo a smile. He was surprised to see mother and daughter working civilly together under one roof, after the scene he saw last week.

“How’s the studying going?” he asked Jo, once Ellen was out of earshot to serve further down the line. He turned to you and filled you in. “Jo’s gearin’ up to hit the Police Academy.”

“Oh wow, that’s great!” you remarked.

Jo glanced over at her mom, but then she smiled, looking back at you and Dean. She focused on him.

“The test is in a few weeks,” she said. “I think I’m ready, but I don’t know…”

“You’ll be fine,” Dean said, with easy conviction. “You’re stubborn enough to know it’s what you want. So I got no doubts about you.”

Jo’s smile was warm, with a hint of shy and gratefulness. You smiled at Jo encouragingly, but inside, you had a familiar unease churning inside your gut.

Dean then turned to you with expectant brows. His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from your cheek, curling it behind your ear.

“And how was your day?” he asked. His tone was quieter, laced with double meaning.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Jo moving on to another waiting customer with a small sigh.

You met Dean’s gaze and you nodded. “It was fine.”

His brows rose a touch higher. “Very convincing. You took the taser with you, right?”

You sighed and had to smile a little. His concern warmed you, made you feel protected, even though you’d had to do that part yourself today. You soothed a hand over his chest, between the open panels of his plaid shirt.

“Yes, I did. I’m okay, baby. We’re at a standstill,” you said. And you reminded him, “I can handle myself, you know.”

Dean nodded, sighing through his nose. His hand rubbed up and down your back, whether to comfort you or himself, you didn’t know. Your fingers curled into his shirt, and you smiled up at him, just before you tugged him down for a kiss.

It was slow and sweet, until you became a bit more than sweet, grazing his bottom lip with your teeth. His hand came up to cup the back of your head as he accepted the warmth of your kiss.

You knew that you couldn’t tell Dean what happened this morning in your office. He’d likely go for the Halligan in his trunk and beat Nick Savage within an inch of his life.

While the idea appealed to you for several reasons, you didn’t want to be the reason Dean lost his badge, or ended up in jail.

So over a couple of drinks, you distracted him by having a healthy debate over what you two were going to have for dinner later: sushi or pizza.

You ultimately won with sushi. (Or maybe he let you win. Either way, you were getting salmon rolls tonight.)

Still, you had that uneasy feeling when you and Dean left the bar. You wondered how the hell it had taken you this long to notice the starry look of longing in Jo’s eyes.

You fell into step with Dean as you two headed for the sushi restaurant down the street. It was already dark out, but even on a Tuesday night, the streets and sidewalks of downtown were busy.

“Can I ask you something…potentially uncomfy?” you said.

Dean’s head turned to you, with a raised brow.

“Uncomfy?”

You let out a breath, and you could see it on the December chill in the air. Your hands were tucked into your pockets, and so were Dean’s in his.

“Did you and Jo ever have a thing?” you asked.

Dean blinked, but then his lips pressed together. “What makes you say that?”

You sent him a suspicious look. You’d known him long enough to know when he was hedging.

“Just please, answer the question,” you said.

He blew out a breath. After a moment, he nodded.

“Yeah, for a few weeks,” he admitted.

You sighed. That sure explained a hell of a lot. And really, with his track record, you couldn’t be surprised.

“You dated her, or you hooked up with her?” you clarified. Dean shot you a look.

“Dated,” he said, rubbing a hand over his mouth.

Your brows furrowed. “When?”

He’d told you that he’d been in one relationship before, briefly…

“About a few months before I met you,” he said at last. But he saw the incredulous, almost upset look on your face. “Obviously it didn’t work out.”

“You couldn’t have told me that earlier?” you asked. Your hands slipped out of your pockets to gesture at him. “How did it end?”

The man sighed, looking up at the sky.

“Come on, Dean,” you prodded.

“All right,” he placated with a hand. “It didn’t end great, put it that way.”

You couldn’t help a frustrated huff. You crossed your arms and kept walking beside him down the street, albeit in silence.

Dean glanced at you in slight exasperation. He was with you now. Why did it matter to you so much?

“She still has feelings for you,” you said, though you still weren’t looking at him.

“How do you figure?” he asked. But if he was honest, even he knew the truth.

“Because I could see her eyeing you like a honey glazed ham,” you snipped. At that, he let out an incredulous chuckle.

“Are you jealous?” he teased.

You stopped walking and looked up at him, frowning. “Do you want me to be?”

Dean stopped as well. He sobered, realizing you weren’t in the mood for jokes. You’d been through a lot recently, and he knew then that you didn’t need this kind of stress on top of everything else. He drew closer and gently grasped your arms.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. Though he thought to himself, I’ll talk to Jo if I have to.

Your lips pursed in frustration, but he soothed his hands up and down your arms. His touch plied you, along with his smile.

“Hey,” Dean said, dipping his chin so he could catch your eyes. “You should know how I feel about you by now.”

You sighed and nodded in agreement.

“Mhmm,” you replied.

He wasn’t satisfied.

“Okay, listen,” he said, squeezing your arms and earning your eyes on him. It took him a moment, letting out a breath, but he was honest.

“I love you," he reminded. "And if that damn elevator hadn’t broke down on you, I’d still be missing something in my life.”

…Damn it, you thought, even as a blushing smile grew across your face. Dean Winchester was too smooth for his own good.

But you also saw the sincerity in his eyes. You couldn’t help but be warmed by his words, down to your toes.

“There she is. All right,” he said with a grin. He nodded in satisfaction and gathered you into his arms. “My soft girl again.”

Your smile deepened, but you still pinched his side, making him flinch and laugh. You held him back and looked up at his handsome face. He still looked amused and his eyes were warm. You leaned up on your toes for a kiss that lingered on wind-chilled lips.

“I love you,” you whispered back, against his lips.

His smile against yours was your answer.

Two hours and two salmon rolls later, Dean drove you home. You had taken an Uber to the Roadhouse, which reminded him that he needed to make another trip to Singer Salvage.

He’d been scoping out potential cars to fix up for you. He’d even recruited Bobby’s help to find something good, something with strong bones. Dean could do the rest.

Even after he watched you get inside your house safely, he let out a subtle breath before he peeled away. He wished you were coming home with him tonight. More often, he was feeling your absence when you weren’t in his bed. But it also reassured him, that he knew you were safe with him and Sam at their apartment.

He later found his brother eating leftover chicken parmesan at the kitchen counter.

“Why’re you eating standing up?” Dean asked, tossing his keys onto the counter. He reached into the fridge for a beer. “You look like Big Bird if he wore a suit.”

Sam sent him a dry look. “I don’t know. Force of habit.”

He barely had time in his day for an uninterrupted coffee, let alone a meal. When Dean wasn’t here, Sam fell back onto his work habits. He took his plate and actually went to the table.

“You eat already?” he asked. Dean nodded and said he’d eaten with you.

“Oh yeah? How’s she doing?” Sam asked.

Dean sighed and sank down heavily onto the chair opposite his brother. He rubbed at his forehead.

“She’s okay, considering,” he replied. But he knew you hadn’t told him the whole story about how your day went at work. Whether you were trying to spare him, or protect him, or yourself, it still drove him up the wall. Knowing Nick Savage was still your boss, and he was there, an ever-present threat just a few floors above you in that building…

It made Dean’s skin crawl. It had his teeth grinding and coiled his spine tight with repressed rage. And worry.

He met his brother’s eyes. Sam had been watching him, hiding his wariness.

“What can we do about him?” Dean asked. He knew he didn’t have to explain who he was talking about.

Sam started to shake his head, but Dean wouldn’t have it.

“I mean it, Sam. Because I almost…” His hand and forearm clenched and unclenched on the table. He could almost feel the way his arm had pressed into Nick’s throat, slowly but surely crushing his trachea. Just a couple of minutes more, and Dean could’ve done it. In that moment, he saw it so clearly.

It was the first time he’d ever wanted to take a man’s life.

“I know,” Sam said. His brows furrowed in sympathy. “But you did the right thing.”

Dean’s lips pursed as his hand once again fisted on the table.

“If I hadn’t been there,” he said. “If I had been just a few minutes off…”

These were the what ifs that kept plaguing his mind, ever since the party. Sometimes, it added to the catalogue of waking nightmares that wouldn’t let him sleep.

“And now she’s gotta go back there, every day, where that animal is just waiting for an opportunity,” Dean gritted out. Then his fist dropped more heavily onto the table, rattling Sam’s silverware.

Sam held the table steady and looked at his brother, calm but firm.

“You can’t touch Savage,” he said. “Don’t even go near him. Whatever you do, he’ll use it against you, and potentially against her. Unfortunately, she’s got the best plan right now.”

Dean looked up at him with angry eyes.

“Wait him out,” Sam said, “until he makes a mistake he can’t easily cover up. In the meantime, she’ll find a new job and get the hell out of there.”

Dean forced a sharp breath through his nose. He leaned back in his chair and tapped his fist more calmly on the table.

“I don’t have to like it,” he said.

Sam nodded in agreement. “No, you don’t.”

The fire was wild. It was eating up the four-story apartment building in a full blaze. The Truck 79 team was geared up outside of it, with Chief Singer already calling out instructions along with Dean.

Benny and the Rescue Squad were already on the roof, rappelling down to get the ones trapped on the top floors out through the windows. Dean was on the ground. He had Gordon, Jack, and a few others behind him. Meg and Chuck were on standby, waiting for the firefighters to pull out any residents still trapped inside.

Dean had to wonder if he was walking into another arson, like the Richardson fire. Against his will, he thought of that day. He thought about everything his father had told him about that arson, about Azazel and his mom’s death. He thought about you, working for a man who was potentially tied to Azazel.

“Winchester,” Gordon tapped him on the arm. “You good?”

Dean glanced over at him, then nodded.

“Yeah. Let’s rock and roll.”

When Dean was at work, he couldn’t let the outside world into his mind. All he could let himself focus on was the scene ahead after he put his mask on.

Inside the first floor of the building was like entering a living furnace. It was hot as shit, and layers of smoke choked the room. The mask was the only reason Dean could see, let alone breathe.

He turned to Jack. “All right, take it room by room. Stay close. We don’t got a lot of time.”

Jack nodded his agreement, and Dean split his team. A few of the others took the first floor on his orders. Dean, Gordon, and Jack would take the old stairs to clear the second floor.

Fuck. This whole place is just wood and plaster, Dean thought, shaking his head. These old buildings were all the same. Easy to build, easy to knock down. And usually they weren’t up to code, often thanks to cheap property owners.

He got apartment 201 open with his Halligan. The shoebox studio was smokey as all hell, but it was clear of any tenants. Gordon moved on ahead quickly, but Dean’s brows furrowed as he listened to the unsteady creaking of the floorboards. He moved more carefully forward.

Until he felt the warmth under his boots, saw the orange glow underneath a thin patch of flooring.

“Walker, wait!” Dean called, at the same time he held Jack back.

He reached out, just as the wood floor splintered and broke underneath Gordon. His eyes flashed wide just before he fell.

Dean dove for him. His Halligan clattered away, but he managed to grab onto the man’s sleeve before he disappeared. Gordon grabbed onto Dean’s arm and nearly pulled him down too. Luckily, he managed to grab onto the splintered edge with his other glove-covered hand. He gritted his teeth at the strain of the other man hanging off his shoulder, but he didn’t dare let go.

Jack grabbed Dean’s belt to keep him from sliding further down. It let him grab onto Gordon with both hands. The men panted for breath; Dean had a better vantage point to see that the middle of the ground floor below was engulfed in flames. The glow of it flared in the corner of Gordon’s eyes. He could feel the heat making both of them sweat.

The wood flooring under Dean creaked ominously, but before anyone could move, it broke further. He almost lost his grip on Gordon as his torso hung over the edge. He managed to get a new stronghold under the other man’s arm, and Jack did his best to keep Dean from falling by pinning his legs down. Jack was strong, but he was still a smaller man than Dean.

“Jack, call for backup!” Dean gritted out. Jack nodded behind him and radioed in for help.

Gordon stared up at Dean with wide, but resigned eyes. “The floor’s gonna cave before you can pull me up.”

Dean stared down at him, even as lines of sweat poured down his forehead from within his mask. They both knew that if that happened, Dean would be pulled along for the ride down, maybe even Jack too. Dean gave a sharp shake of his head.

“Just hold on. Backup’s comin’,” he said. All his strength was going into keeping a firm grip on the man’s arm and jacket. He called to Jack over his shoulder. “Can you get next to me and grab him?”

To his credit, Jack tried. But the jagged edges of the floor around Dean were unsteady, creaking and groaning under Jack’s added weight, a bit too much.

“Stop, stop!” Dean shouted, halting Jack’s movements.

Gordon licked his dry lips and blinked sweat out of his eyes. “This might be the part where you let go, Winchester.”

Dean took exactly a beat to process his shock. Then he glared down at the man.

“Shut the hell up, Walker. You don’t let go, you hear me?” he barked. “Jack, grab the back of my jacket and my belt.”

Jack followed the order, and a combination of him pulling Dean up and Dean straining every muscle he had to heft up Gordon slowly, painfully, brought them back up and over the ledge.

Jack had an easier time then of helping Dean pull Gordon the rest of the way out of the hole.

And the rest of their Truck crew came to help them onto their feet, before the fire consumed the rest of the second floor.

Once Dean was out of the building, he took off his mask and breathed in cooler air on his face. He made a beeline for the fire truck. In the back was a cooler, and grabbed a bottle of water to dump over his overheated head and face while he caught his breath. Gordon and Jack were following suit, and the men stared and one another. All of their faces said the same thing.

We made it. We’re alive. That was almost fucked.

Gordon’s gaze met Dean’s, sobering further. For a moment, he looked like he was searching for words.

“How’s your shoulder?” he asked eventually.

Dean nodded, rotating his right arm. He was going to feel that bitch tomorrow.

“Fine,” he said. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Gordon nodded. Another hesitation, followed by an honest gaze. “Thanks, Lieutenant.”

Dean’s face broke into a smile, wry but also genuine. “Yeah, thank me by layin’ off the burgers.”

He swatted the other man’s stomach and went for three more waters. He handed two of them to Jack and Gordon. One was smiling, while the other just smirked and shook his head.

“You callin’ me hefty?” Gordon remarked. “I’m averaging 6% body fat, man.”

Dean scoffed. “Yeah, right. What’re you, the Rock? That’s why you almost sunk.”

He dropped his fist into the air and made an exploding sound. Jack was wide-eyed, but Gordon just chuckled. They started making their way to the front of the truck to start packing up their gear. The Truck and Rescue teams had done what they could, and all the residents that made it out of the building were being seen to by the paramedics.

“I’d rather be weighed down by muscle than all them Little Debbie’s you’ve been putting away at the station,” Gordon shot back. “Cheap cake is not your friend.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “All right, that’s just uncalled for.”

“Dean,” Chief Singer called, beckoning him over with a hand. His free hand wore a glove as he held something steaming.

Dean nodded at his men and joined Bobby outside his department-issued SUV. Dean’s gaze focused on the bottle-shaped object in Bobby’s hand. There was a small digital box attached to the front, with wires wrapped around. The entire device was now blackened, but the smell of chemicals was unmistakable.

“Molotov cocktail?” Dean quipped, but his face was as grave as Bobby’s. The Chief nodded.

“Lafitte pulled this out of the fourth floor,” he said. “Looks like the same kind of incendiary device Arson found at the Richardson fire.”

That night, you made dinner for Dean at your house. He was forced to explain what happened at the apartment building, and why he had his arm pinned to his side like a chicken wing. You made him sit down and relax, all while you tried to hide your worry and relief that he was mostly all right.

Later in the living room, you sat on your knees beside him on the couch and lifted the bag of ice from his shoulder. You peered at it in concern, gently rubbing your hand over the joint and surrounding muscle. Dean sighed through his nose as your gentle touch was both soothing and painful.

“Are you sure you should do another shift tomorrow?” you asked, replacing the ice. He shot you a glance.

“I’m fine,” he said.

“Right,” you said dryly. “That’s why you can barely move this arm.”

Dean rolled his eyes and made his point by raising his right arm, slowly, but easily back down.

“I’ll be up and running by tomorrow. Just need a good night’s sleep.”

“Dean, are you sure? You seem to be in a lot of pain,” you asked.

He tried to hold in his annoyance. “I think I’d know if I’m fine.”

“You forget, I know all too well what downplaying looks like,” you countered, giving him a chiding look. Dean didn’t appreciate it. He didn’t need you to mother him.

“This is my job, all right,” he said.

You gave him a steady look. Your hand moved up his shoulder to rest along the back of his neck. Your fingers slipped into his hair.

“I know that. But I’m allowed to worry,” you said. Your brows furrowed. “Please don’t get upset at me for that.”

Dean let out a breath. He relaxed against the couch and met your gaze. He knew he had no right to ask you not to worry about him.

“Yeah, okay,” he said.

To you, he still seemed a bit annoyed. You nodded and continued to gently sift your fingers through his hair. You had to wonder if his resentment was coming from a different place.

“Are you still mad at me for going back to work?” you tested.

Dean breathed out deeper this time, but he didn’t answer.

Bingo, you thought with a frown.

“Dean—”

“All I want is for you to be safe,” he said. His voice was harder as his face tightened up. His hand gestured in frustration. “This whole thing…that fucking douchebag…it’s killing me. Fucking killing me. And you know that.”

Your eyes softened, and you unconsciously bit your lip.

“Ditto,” you tried to joke. It landed flat, because your boyfriend was deadly serious.

He looked away from you with pursed lips and a frustrated shake of his head. You sidled closer to him and tried to soothe, with a hand on his chest.

“Look, I’m trying to find a new job, but it takes time,” you said.

“You could quit. You could quit right now,” Dean replied hotly.

You sighed; you couldn’t believe you had to remind him about this. “I can’t, Dean. I have bills to pay, just like you do. You think I like this situation any more than you? I’m the one who’s had to deal with this for months!”

“I know that!” Dean snapped back. “Or should I say, now I do.”

He pulled away from your touch and pushed off the couch, onto his feet. You looked up with your mouth agape as he left the room. You got up and followed after him.

“You’re leaving?” you asked in shock. You watched him grab his keys and his wallet from the kitchen counter.

“I’ve got a long shift tomorrow and I gotta sleep,” Dean said, rather gruffly.

You followed him all the way to the door, where you grabbed onto his wrist. He stopped in the doorway, glancing back at you over his shoulder.

“Dean, please,” you implored. “Don’t go like this.”

After a beat, he seemed to soften. Just enough to lean over and press a brief kiss to the side of your head.

“I gotta go.”

He left you in the doorway with tears swimming in your eyes, and he pretended not to notice them.

When Dean woke up the next morning, his shoulder still ached, and he still felt guilty. He rubbed the offending join and tried to slowly roll the stiffness out of his arm. Fuck.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes next. They blearily took in the digital numbers on his alarm clock: 5:00 a.m.

He slid out of bed and got ready for work. He definitely wanted to check in with Arson about the device that likely started that fire, and he knew his dad would need to be brought in on it. It would give Dean a reason to press John for an update on his investigation.

By 6:00, he was finishing his coffee, about ready to head over to the station. He could hear the pipes running, meaning Sam was in the shower.

Dean was startled only slightly by his phone vibrating in his pocket. His brows furrowed, but he fished it out and found your name crossing the screen, along with a smiling picture of you. He sighed.

Part of him hesitated. If you were calling just to try and convince him to call out of work, he was going to get worked up again. And he’d rather not have anything disturb his first cup of coffee of the day.

Still, he answered. “Hey.”

“Dean, did you come into the house last night?” you asked.

He didn’t like the wary, almost scared tone of your voice.

“No.” His brows furrowed. “Why?”

“Look at the text I just sent you.”

He put you on speaker so he could check his messages. Sure enough, he found a picture from you. It was of a glass bottle-shaped object on your nightstand. There was a black box attached, but its digital screen was blank. Dean’s breath caught in his lungs as his eyes widened. His heart dropped into his stomach.

“Dean, what is this thing?” you asked. Your voice was shakier, more worried. “It looks like a bomb. And it smells awful, like chemicals.”

“Don’t touch it,” he said quickly. “Get out of the house…better yet, wait for me at your neighbor’s place. I’m coming over right now.”

And I’m calling Dad.

Dean tried his best to calm you while the police and the Arson Department swept your entire house for devices, fingerprints, and any other evidence on who broke in.

You had a hand over your mouth by the front door as you watched them turn over cushions, move tables and shelves, ruck through cabinets. Your entire life turned inside out.

Dean’s hand rubbed up and down your back. You eventually had to look away and sigh. You pressed closer to his side, and he wrapped his good arm around your shoulders.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he said quietly, and kissed the top of your head. Inside, he was furious. Mostly at himself.

If anything had happened to you last night, after he left…he would’ve never forgiven himself.

So it was a welcome distraction when John and Cas’s police car finally pulled into the driveway. Dean led you outside, away from the chaos happening in your house.

“Hey, Dad,” he said, with a nod at Cas. Both men nodded back.

“Son,” John greeted, His brown eyes turned to you next. He offered you a hand. “Good to finally meet you, despite the circumstances.”

You blinked up at him and curled a stray strand of hair behind your ear, a bit nervously.

“Oh, it’s…it’s great to meet you, Mr. Winchester,” you said, sticking out your hand and shaking his.

A smile flickered across Dean’s lips. He realized then that this was the first time you were meeting his father. You were adorably nervous.

A reserved smile tugged at his father’s lips as well.

“John’s just fine.”

You smiled back, with a bit of a blush tinging your cheeks.

“Now, can you tell me what happened here?” John asked you, not unkindly.

Dean’s good humor faded away as he explained about the device left on your nightstand. He filled them in about the fire he’d responded to yesterday as well.

“What the hell is happening, Dad?” he demanded to know.

John let out a breath and nodded, swiping a hand through his dark hair.

“It’s another one of Azazel’s signatures,” he said, lowering his voice so only the four of them could hear. “It’s a message.”

“To who?” Dean asked.

“To me,” John said. “Warning me to back off the case…there’ve been other threats. I’ve finally got a police detail on Sam, and I just got approval for you. I’ll add her to the list.”

John glanced at you. Your eyes widened in confusion as you tried to hold in your fear.

“Who the hell is Azazel?” You turned to Dean. “Is this…does this have something to do with your mom’s killer?”

John’s brows shot up at his son. “You told her?”

“You’re over here talking about him too,” Dean retorted. He gathered you closer and met his father with steely eyes, to mask how his gut was churning with worry.

“You need to get this guy,” Dean said, almost through gritted teeth. “Get him now.”

John agreed with a nod.

Once again, you covered a trembling hand over your mouth. Dean squeezed your side a bit to earn your attention.

“I want you to come stay with me,” he said. His tone was boding no argument, not that you would. You nodded and fairly melted against him. Your head rested against his chest.

“Dean, this is insane,” you whispered.

He nodded and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I know. I’m sorry…I’m so fucking sorry about this.”

You looked up at him, your brows furrowing. “It’s not your fault.”

Dean met your gaze, but he couldn’t quite believe you. He was the one who kept pushing his dad for answers, to let him in on this. This was his family’s bullshit, not yours. You didn’t deserve to get dragged into it too.

The spell between you two was broken by Cas, awkwardly clearing his throat.

“We do need to ask you some questions,” he said. “About Nick Savage.”

You frowned. You peeled yourself away from Dean enough to face the detectives.

“What does he have to do with this?” you asked.

“His company is linked to a money laundering scheme, which ultimately leads back to Azazel,” Cas explained. “But we’re having trouble getting through his wall of lawyers.”

You scoffed. “Not surprising.”

However, it did worry you that Nick was possibly doing business with a criminal. Not that that should surprise you either.

“What do you want to know?” you asked.

“Well, first of all, would you be willing to file a police report,” Cas said, more gently, “regarding your assault at his home.”

Your eyes widened. Your mouth fell open slightly before you looked over at Dean. His face tightened, along with his hand on the curve of your waist.

“Why do you need me to do that?” you asked Cas.

“It’ll give us the leverage we need to dig deeper into his business,” John said. “Knock loose any shady dealings. We could get him to cough up what he knows about Azazel.”

You wanted to help, but at the same time, you were reluctant to mire yourself deeper in this. Dean saw your reservations, and he could guess why.

“Won’t that just paint a bigger target on her back?” he asked.

“We’re gonna protect her,” John promised. His eyes went from Dean, back to you. “But we need your help. This could be the break we need to get to Azazel. To find out who this bastard is.”

John could see your indecision. “All you need to do is fill out the report. Maybe get up in court to testify.”

You tightened up at that. “Testify?”

“If it gets that far,” John nodded.

“I don’t think so,” you shook your head. “That man can make my life hell without a serial killer’s help.”

You looked to Dean for support.

In the beginning, he had all but begged you to do what his father and Cas were asking. But now, this was just too much. He pressed you more securely to his side.

“Dean?” his father prodded.

“You heard her,” Dean said. “It’s her choice.”

You sighed and held onto the back of his shirt gratefully. The detectives shared a look, with John’s brows furrowing. He regarded you with a gruff, slightly strained look.

“Listen, don’t you want Savage in a cold hard cell?” he asked. “You could put him there.”

“Dad, she said no. Lay off,” Dean’s tone sharpened. Unfortunately, he knew how stubborn the man could be.

“Dean, I’m trying to nail this guy, but I’m missing pieces,” John said. “Right now, I can’t do it without her.”

“Well, figure it out,” Dean snapped.

John frowned in near disbelief. "Excuse me?"

“Look, I know where your priorities are, but mine is making sure she’s safe," said Dean. "If you can’t handle that, then we’ve got a problem!”

The strength of his retort took everyone by surprise, but no one more so than John. He hid it well behind a deepening frown.

He glanced between you and his son. You were looking up at Dean with unshed tears in your red-rimmed eyes, grateful, and holding on tight to his shirt. He still held you to him. His entire frame was tight and angry.

And John knew that he would react the same way, if he were Dean. He also knew then that he was pushing too hard.

So he sighed, and pulled out a card from his wallet. He handed it to you.

“I’m sure you’ve got Cas’s number already, but here’s mine,” said John. “Call me if you change your mind.”

“I’m sorry for invading,” you told Sam that night. He was helping you and Dean bring in your suitcases. You were pretty much moving into their apartment, indefinitely.

“You’re not,” Sam said, shaking his head. “We’re happy to have you here.”

You gave him a tired, thankful smile. “I appreciate that, thanks.”

“We’ll get to have an in-house chef,” Dean chimed in, earning more amused look from you.

“Need I remind you that I’m not an actual chef?” you said. You set down your smaller suitcase, full of shoes and toiletries, to grasp the front of his shirt. You leaned up on your toes and met him with a kiss. It was sweet, but it was also tender. His arms came around your lower back and pulled you flush against him.

He parted from you gently, afterwards pressing his forehead against yours. He let out a brief sigh through his nose.

“I’m sorry, about how I left last night,” he said.

You shook your head, despite the tears that wanted to burn in your eyes. You wanted to tell him, It’s fine. I’m fine.

But you couldn’t lie to him.

“You came back when I needed you,” you said instead. “Thanks for letting me stay here.”

You felt his fingers tangle in your hair, his hand resting along the back of your neck. It was familiar, and soothing.

“This isn’t exactly how I wanted you to move in,” he admitted. You chuckled wryly.

“Really,” he said. “…I was thinking of asking you. But not ‘til, you know, down the line.”

You softened at that. You raised up on your toes and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Then you circled your arms around his neck and hugged him close. He held you back just as tightly.

“Thank you for always being there for me,” you said. He couldn’t see your smile, but somehow, he knew it was there. But he could also hear you sniffle, and feel your body tremble with tears.

“You’re safe here,” Dean said softer into your ear. “Nothing’s getting to you, all right?”

You nodded, pressing your face into his neck. He continued to say and do whatever he felt he had to in order to reassure you that night, and make you feel safe.

All the while, he was trying to reassure himself.

AN: *burrr* That tension, huh? What did you think of her finally finding out about Jo's lingering feelings, plus a bit of Dean's resentment, him and Gordon coming to an understanding, and the reader meeting John for the first time! 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Good news though. Next time, we'll take a huge break from all this drama and have a nice fluffy Christmas special. (Plus a healthy dose of spice. ❤️‍🔥)

Next Time:

You hadn’t undressed yet from your jeans and sweater, but you crawled across the bed to come up behind him and drop a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“How’s your slugging arm?” you asked.

Dean quirked a smile at you over his shoulder. “Just fine.”

“Dean,” you said. Your tone was gentle, but warning. No downplaying.

You pressed your lips against the side of his head and soothed your hand along his shoulder and down his arm. Still, he was resistant.

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” he said.

You hummed. “Okay. I guess you don’t need a massage then.”

He paused. His head tilted just so, once again turning to you over his shoulder. You spied the edge of his piqued interest, his grin.

“Well, if you’re offering…”

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