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not dating huh? - xu minghao imagine
let me start this fic of by saying CONGRATTTTSSS TO SVTđ„șđ„șđ„ș gosh i'm so so so proud of them, they deserve all those awards and all the recognition. ahhh i'm just so happy for themđđ„șđ€
i have a few more scenarios lined up, i was working on some of them while I was gone so expect a few more to be posted on the following daysđ€ oh also... i'm seeing svt on january đ±đ anywaysss that's all i hope u enjoy this one!
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Youâre standing in the middle of the cafĂ©, a half-empty cup of coffee in front of you, stirring absentmindedly as you glance around the room. Itâs one of those quiet afternoons, the kind where people come to catch up or work, the hum of quiet chatter filling the air. You're talking to Minghao, and for the hundredth time, heâs insisting that you two are not dating.
âI told you, Iâm not your boyfriend,â Minghao repeats, leaning back in his chair, his fingers tracing the rim of his own coffee cup. His eyes are playful, but there's a hint of something softer beneath that mischievous glint, something youâve come to recognize and ignore... for now.
You raise an eyebrow at him, trying to keep the amused smile on your face from turning into something else.Â
You've heard this a lot from Minghao recently. It's the constant not dating mantra, but every time he says it, heâs practically glued to your side. You donât think anyone else believes him, either, but no one dares to ask.
âOkay, then,â you say, your voice deliberately casual. âSo, youâre not my boyfriend, but youâre still following me around everywhere?â
He shrugs nonchalantly, though his lips twitch into a smile. âThatâs just because I enjoy your company. Not the same as being a boyfriend, right?â
You can't help but laugh. You donât even try to hide it this time. Minghaoâs insistence is almost ridiculous, especially when he practically becomes your shadow. The two of you do everything togetherâgrab lunch, watch movies, wander through bookstores, share inside jokes no one else getsâand yet, every time you bring it up, he acts like youâre being dramatic.
You lean forward, lowering your voice in a teasing tone. âSo, if youâre not my boyfriend, then what exactly are we doing here? Just two people who happen to be spending all their time together?â
Heâs quiet for a moment, staring at you. Then, his expression softens, like heâs considering something.Â
âWeâre⊠friends,â he says, but the word sounds strangely hollow coming from him.
You roll your eyes. The word friend doesnât even come close to covering what you two are. But you donât push it.Â
Not yet, anyway.
âWell,â you say, sitting back in your chair and crossing your arms, âI guess I canât argue with that. But, Iâm not gonna lie, itâs a little weird, donât you think?â
Minghao raises an eyebrow, his voice laced with humor. âWeird how?â
You take a slow, deliberate sip of your coffee, letting the silence stretch for a moment, before you lean forward and say the words you know will make him react.
âWell, I mean, if weâre âjust friends,â then why do you always call me babe?â
He chokes on his coffee. You canât help but grin at the sight, watching him scramble for a napkin as his face flushes. Minghao clears his throat, looking at you in mock offense.
âI do not call you babe.â
âOh, really?â you challenge, raising an eyebrow.Â
âWhat do you call me then, hmm?â
âI⊠I call you your name?â he says, though it sounds more like a question than a fact.Â
âYouâre you. I donâtââ
âYou totally just said âbabeâ last week,â you cut in, leaning closer to him with a smile. âSo, donât lie.â
He sighs in defeat, leaning back in his chair again. âFine, I admit it. But that doesnât mean weâre dating, okay?â
You can see the faint blush on his cheeks, and it only makes your teasing grow stronger. You decide to push a little more, just to see how far you can take this.
âWell, babe, letâs go,â you say, standing up suddenly, picking up your purse. âWeâre leaving. This place is too boring anyway.â
You say it with a grin, making sure to emphasize the word âbabeâ as you glance down at him, just waiting for his reaction. Youâre fully expecting him to say something, to try to deny the whole situation again. But instead, Minghao doesnât even hesitate. He just stands up, his eyes locking onto yours, and then, as though itâs the most natural thing in the world, he follows you toward the door without a word.
The bell above the cafĂ© door jingles softly as you step outside, the cool air hitting your skin as you walk briskly down the street, Minghao right behind you.Â
You can feel his presence there, just a few steps behind you, and you wonder if heâs as calm as he appears, or if heâs just trying not to make this more complicated than it already is.
âSo,â you ask, breaking the silence. âWhere are we going?â
He shrugs again, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. âI donât know. You said we were leaving, so Iâm just following you.â
You glance back at him, his easy smile lighting up his face. Itâs hard to tell if heâs messing with you or being completely serious. Either way, you canât stop the flutter in your chest.Â
The dynamic between you two has always been strange, but thereâs a certain comfort in it, something youâre not quite ready to let go of.
âYeah, well, if weâre not dating,â you mutter under your breath, âyouâre definitely acting like you are.â
Minghaoâs laugh reaches your ears before he says, âI told you, weâre not. Iâm just⊠following my favorite person around, okay?â
You stop in your tracks, turning to face him. His expression is as serious as it ever gets, and you canât help but wonder if thereâs more to this than heâs letting on. Youâve been friends for so long, and even with all the teasing and back-and-forth, you canât deny that the connection between you two runs deeper than anything youâve ever had with anyone else.
You look up at him, your eyes searching his face, trying to figure out if heâs playing with you or if thereâs a hidden truth behind his words. After a beat, he looks at you with that same look he always gives you when heâs not sure how to say something: a quiet sincerity in his gaze that makes your heart skip a beat.
âIâm not dating you,â he repeats, but this time, his voice is softer. âBut if I was, it would be a good thing, right?â
You smile, stepping closer to him. âYeah,â you reply, your voice a little more tender than before. âIt would be.â
And for the first time, you both stand there in that strange, unspoken space, where neither of you says anything else. But neither of you needs to. Because the truth is already there, unspoken, in the way Minghao watches you, in the way you both keep walking forward together.
Not dating, huh? You both know better.
#fic#story#fanfic#au#svt#seventeen#svt the8#seventeen the8#seventeen minghao#svt imagine#svt scenario#svt fluff#svt reads#svt x you#svt x reader#seventeen imagine#seventeen scenario#seventeen fluff#minghao imagine#minghao fluff
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A Masked Promise
Ch. 3
Dick Grayson (Nightwing) x Reader
Somehow, the universe always seemed to be watching your every move and throwing you curveballs. So when you had told Dick Grayson that youâd be doing your part in trying to find Rachel, of course, you just had to run into her in a dark alleyway.
 You were only keeping a watchful eye for her on the news and the shady districts you passed through on your way home. But then, one dark night, as you walked through the damp alley a couple of blocks away from your place, you heard a rustle. At first youâd thought it was just a couple of dumpster cats scavenging for foodâbut as youâd peeked around to catch a glimpse and perhaps feed the cats the cafeâs leftovers you were carrying, youâd found a young girl instead. She was huddled under a couple cardboard boxes, trying to generate heat in the cold, wet night.Â
Carefully, you inched closer to her. She had yet to notice you.Â
 âHi.âÂ
The girl whirls around in panic, her hands splayed out in front of her in an odd display of defense.Â
 âGet away from me!âÂ
Your eyes adjust in the dimness. Squinting, "Rachel?" you whisper.Â
The girl seems to tense up even more. âHow do you know my name?âÂ
âI saw you on the news," you tell her. Her eyes widen as she tries to plan an escape, but you beat her to it. âI donât want to hurt you, I promise. I wonât turn you in. I swear.â
This makes Rachel freeze. âWhy should I believe you? You could lead me right to the police right now if you wanted to.âÂ
âI swear, I wonât do that. Actually, a friend of mine wants to help you. He sympathizes andââ
 âFuck his sympathy," spits the purple-haired girl. âYour friend can go to hell with his pity.âÂ
"No, Rachel, he doesnât pity you. Iâ I think he understands how you feel. He also knows what it feels like to be alone and to not have anyone to trust. Please, come with me. You can stay with me at my apartment, have a nice warm shower, clean clothes, and food. I promise I wonât let you get hurt.â
 She huffs in frustration but seems to finally concede to the thought of a warm place to stay this frigid night. "Okay, butâbut remember that I killed my mom, and I can kill you too if you betray me.âÂ
Your heart breaks a little as you hear her say those words. She didnât kill her mother, yet she carried the guilt of the action. âRachel, I know you didnât kill your mom, okay? You donât have to pretend in front of me," you whisper softly. Her breath shakes as she soaks in your words.Â
 You reach out a hand and help her up. âWhy are you helping me?" she asks out of the blue.Â
 âI guess⊠I also know what itâs like to be all alone and not have anyone to fall back on. And I would never wish that kind of loneliness on anyone,â you shrug.
 âWell⊠You know my name, but I donât know yours. What do I call you?â
 âY/n.â
âŠ
 Unfortunately, you had no way to contact Dick Grayson, so you decided to wait it out and take Rachel with you to work the next day.
"Okay, Rachel, Iâm going to need you to stay in the backroom. My coworkers canât know youâre here, but Iâll come back to you once Mr. Gr-My friend is here. Deal?âÂ
She nods reluctantly. You give her your phone. âHere, use this to keep yourself busy. Play some games or read something. Stay safe, Iâll be back.â
âŠÂ
Not long after, Mr. Grayson walks in around his usual time. Â
âWelcome to The Chariot! Would you like an order of your usual?â
He nods curtly, swiping his credit card for payment. As he turns to leave, you remember Rachel.Â
Reaching out quickly, you grab his elbow. âWait!â
He gives you a funny look, eyes glancing down to where you held him. Hastily, you release your grip and brush your hands down your apron nervously. âSorry. Um, wait. Can you meet me behind the counter? I have something to tell you.âÂ
Dick squints at you in confusion. Â
âPlease? Itâs important.â
He looks around the sparsely populated cafe and follows you around the front. You drag him unceremoniously to the backroom.Â
âWhat is this about?" his deep voice resounds behind you as you peek through the door to the backroom.Â
âUm, yeah. So, uh, remember that girl you were telling me about? The one you wanted to help?â
A perfect, thick eyebrow rises. âRachel?â
âYeah, Rachel. So, funny story, I actually found her last night, and sheâs been with me since then. I told her that I have a friend that wants to help her, and sheâs still apprehensive, but sheâs willing to meet you.â
Dickâs eyes widen at this. âAre you telling me Rachelâs in there right now?â
You nod quietly, biting your lip. He makes a move toward the door, but you grab his arm again.Â
âWait! I need to know that you wonât hurt her. And that you wonât turn her in to the authorities. Sheâs been through a lot, and I think she could use some honesty.â
Dick sighs as he looks to the ground for support. God, he could kiss you right nowânot only for making his job easier and finding Rachelâbut for having such a big heart. He hopes that the action of looking down masks his smile. Once heâs collected himself, he faces you once again.Â
âY/nâ, He breathes. âI wonât hurt her or put her in harmâs way. You donât know how much youâve helped. Both of us.â This time youâre the one searching his eyes for any sign of dishonesty. âI promise," he says. You finally loosen your grip and gesture for him to walk through the door, following after him.Â
Rachel seems to notice the commotion and stands up. âY/n?â
âHey Rachel. This is the friend I was telling you about.â
Dick reaches his hand to shake. âIâm Detective Grayson.â
"Detective!" Rachel turns to you furiously. âYou promised you wouldnât turn me in! You bitch! I shouldâve killed you last night!â
âHey, hey, hey," Dick intervenes. âIâm off duty, and Iâm not taking you to the station. Just let me explain.â Heâs trying to damage control, but youâve already taken the blow. You stand silently on the side.Â
 âI think Iâll leave you two to it. My break ends in two minutes anyway.â Dick watches your retreating form and sighs.
 âLook, Rachel. You shouldnât have said those things to her. She only did what she thought was right, and Iâm not going to turn you in. Iâm working on a personal case, trying to find kids like us.â
âUs?â
âYeah. Misunderstood, weird abilities, orphans, all of the sort.â
Rachel scoffs. âYou have abilities?âÂ
âNot like you do, but yes. And before you ask how I know about your abilities, I did my research.â
Rachelâs skeptical as she allows him to continue. âThereâs something big coming; I can feel it. And I need all the help I can get to protect the citizens of this country.â
"And how do you know I can help, not just cause more damage?â
âIâm going to train you.â
â...Okay⊠and assuming I believe you, how many people do you have on your so-called âteamâ as of right now?â
âYouâre the first. I have more, but theyâre a little further from the coast, and I was in the area.â
â...â
 âŠ
âI should apologize to her, shouldnât I?" Rachel asks Dick as he leads her out of the room.Â
âYes, you should. She did her best to help, not knowing what else to do and putting herself in potential danger. I donât think she deserved that outburst.â
"Fine, I'll apologize," huffs Rachel. âYou know, youâre such a dad. You got any kids?â
âJust you," he quips back.Â
Someday I might have some of my own with Y/N. Wishful thinking, but one can hope.
#fluff#smut#lovers#dick grayson x female!reader#dick grayson x you#dick grayson x reader#dc titans#dick grayson x oc#dc robin#dc fanart#dick grayson#dcu#nightwing x y/n#nightwing x you#nightwing x reader#nightwing#batman#x reader#relatable content#richard grayson#teen titans#titans hbo#brenton thwaites#x yn#imagine#self insert#domestic fluff#relationship#slow burn
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The lack of Swiss in the movie has driven me to create this.
I donât know what the Ghost Chappell Roan overlap is but I hope you enjoy Super Graphic Ultra Modern Swiss.
#the clip of him and the guitar and the clip of him falling were the two things plaguing my mind when I made this#and then I just dove into the folder of Swiss videos I have saved in my phone#some of these are mine and some have credits but let me know if one is yours#nameless ghouls#the band ghost#ghost band#swiss ghoul#swiss and his guitar#swiss army ghoul#swiss ghost#chappell roan
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so frustrated bc I need to break up w my personal trainer fr But he's experienced w helping people recover from injury and I want him to coach me through getting back into lifting after top surgery
#oisĂn.txt#oisĂn.n#i don't even have a surgery date yet tho. they haven't called to let me know if there's any openings#i saw my trainer for the first time in like 5 months on the 3rd bc his schedule had literally allowed no overlap w mine#and i was billed out for a bunch of sessions i couldn't schedule and he kept forgetting to update my workout routine like#just to extend the workout for extra days in the app so i could track it. not even add anything like I'd send him multiple msgs like#hey zach can you schedule some more workouts. and he'd be like oh yeah sure and then not do it#and then left me on read when i asked about afternoon availability until After I'd paused my membership and then he was super apologetic.#anyway i finally came back bc i wanted to prep for surgery better#and today was my second session back and he literally canceled on me ten min before the session when I'd already taken off work#and walked there. which. thank god i was able to leave work early instead of lyfting bc if i'd put $40 on my credit card#for no fucking reason i'd have lost my entire mind#he did refund the session and credit me for a free one but i know it's just bc he doesn't want me to immediately dump him again but.#zach. buddy.
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Free Manual Wheelchair Reference Models
ID: A banner with grey 3D models of 5 kinds of manual wheelchairs in a line in front of the disability pride flag and text that reads "Manual Wheelchair References" /End ID
For disability pride month, I decided to release a pack of 3D manual wheelchair models.
The pack includes 5 wheelchairs:
2 Active urban-style chairs (one of which includes a smart drive)
1 off-road active chair
1 children's wheelchair
and 1 standard "hospital" wheelchair).
All the wheelchairs are based off either wheelchairs I or friends of mine have used
Downloadable here!
or on the Clip Studio Paint Asset Store (ID 2097442) (there's been an issue with the CSP version, but the models in the download folder can be imported into clip studio paint until I can fix it)
More info about the download contents below:
The first download link includes the original .Blend file with all 5 chairs, as well as individual .obj or .fbx files the chairs (All but 1 have an .obj file, as they're only meshes. The chair with the smart drive is rigged, which is why it has an .Fbx file instead so it will retain that information) as well as a "read me" file that explains in more depth what kind of disability/character/lifestyle each chair is made for (These are just what I had in mind when I designed them, they are usable by other characters who don't fit the suggestions for the most part!) I wanted to include the Read Me contents in the CSP Asset Store listing, but CS said it was too long lol.
Also, as the title says, these files are free to use! While it's not mandatory, I would appreciate credit if you use them (or even just a tag so I can see the cool art you make with them!!)
I actually made these ages ago, the original plan was to use them in a series of posts then release the pack, but I never got around to making the series and so they've just been sitting here. I took a day off from art fight attacks to clean them all up and get them ready to post. If you experience any issues, let me know and I'll try to fix it up.
I had a couple more that were supposed to be in the pack including a sports (basketball/Tennis) wheelchair and some different styles of wheelchair, but I think the files corrupted so once I fix (or remake) them, I'll probably make a second pack.
If you have any issues, please let me know!
#Writing Disability With Cy Cyborg#Disability in art#wheelchair#wheelchair user#disability#disabled#disability representation#mobility aids#drawing disability#drawing wheelchairs#art reference#art resources#Resources#manual wheelchair#art stuff#disabled artist#3d#3d model#blender#disability awareness#disabilities#disability in media
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PR nightmare | oscar piastri
paring: oscar piastri x singer!reader
summary: y/n is considered a pr nightmare. letâs watch her get into her first relationship.
notes: yet another repost from my old account, i tired to make it exactly the same, enjoy!
â y/n has posted new pictures!
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yoursername: my manger told me to tell you guys that the illuminati is NOT real and i was just joshing around !! đđđđ
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user1: ugh this is SO BELIEVABLE
user2: | WAS WAITING FOR THIS POST
user3: yeah let's all ignore the "i wrote songs about an f1 driver!!!!"
user4: the pictures đ
yourmomsuser: pic credits?
yoursername: you're like 60 why do you know what pic credits are ??
user5: the illuminati is totally real đ
mclaren: đ
yourusername: NO THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING PLS LOOK AWAY
user6: no offense, but how did you stumble across F2 oscar???
yourusername: my brother is like a HUGE f1, 2, AND 3 nerd and he always forces me to watch races with him đŁ
yourbrothersuser: you literally ask me to tell you when oscar's back on the screen???
yourusername: okay kill yourself????
yourbrothersuser: @/yourmomsuser
yourusername: GOD YOU ARE SUCH A SNITCH
ynupdates: y/n and her brother; jacob, were seen at the airport earlier today, she later posted the picture on the right, on her story, confirming that she is in fact traveling. y/n has no shows coming up, and she rarely travels with jacob. thoughts?
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user7: guys guys..the monaco grand prix in literally in two days.
user8: SHES GOING TO THE GRAND PRIX. I KNOW IT.
user9: why's her brother kinda??
user10: you can't even see his face đđ?
user9: I CAN JUST TELL
user11: everyone saying she's going to the grand prix are like getting my hopes up??????
user12: WATCH HER GO SOMEWHERE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT đ
user13: okay guys..but we never talked about what songs could be about oscar
user14: IVE DONE SO MUCH THINK ABOUT THIS!!!
user13: GIRL PLEASE TELL
user14: OKAY OKAY!! one that REALLY stands out to me is "my love mine all mine" because, we all know y/n has never had a boyfriend before, SO when she writes love songs, obviously people speculate that she's in a relationship
user14: WHEN SHE WAS ASKED ABOUT THE INSPIRATION FOR "my love mine all mine" she said "i sadly do not have a boyfriend yet. but there is someone i've had my eye on for some time." SHE COULD HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT OSCAR AND WE DIDNT EVEN NOTICE
user15: istg if y/n doesn't show up in the paddock tomorrow, i will throw a fit.
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yourusername: i could tell you where i am and what im doing, but its funny reading the theories
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user15: are you going to a secret illuminati meeting user16: pls y/n pls just tell us
user17: this is cruel AND YOU KNOW IT
user18: pls lord, let y/n go to the monaco grand prixđđ
user19: there's no way she ISNT going to the grand prix, i mean she's with her brother, and he's literally like the biggest f1 fan ever?? why else would they be traveling together
user20: maybe they're traveling together because they're siblingsđđ ?? it doesn't have to connect to f1
yourbrothersuser: y/n pls put the phone down. i need a good nights rest for tomorrow.
user21: TOMORROW ???? IS ??? THE ???? GRAND ??? PRIX ??? ARE ???? YOU ??? GUYS ???? GOING ????
ynupdates: it seems like the rumors are true! y/n and jacob are currently at the grand prix!
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user 22: 1 FUCKING KNEW IT
user23: everyone knew it...
user24: WHOO CAREEESSS oscar and y/n interaction WHEN ???
user25: ugh i NEED grid x y/n interactions RN
user26: y/n this, oscar that. WHAT I NEED IS TO SEE Y/NS BROTHER MEET MAX
user27: omg can you imagine how happy he is rn
â mclaren has posted new photos!
liked by yourusername, f1, yourbrother, landonorris, oscarpiastri and 837,938 others!
mclaren: monaco was a dream! thank you y/n for joining us view comments below!
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user28: 1 SHOULVE BEEN THERE. I COULDVE METY/N. THAT SHOULDVE BEEN ME.
yourusername: thank you for having međ§Ą
user29: okay now make oscar and y/n kiss
yourbrothersuser: thank you for making my dream come true đđ
redbullracing: @/yourusername our garage next
yourusername: i think @/yourbrothersuser would enjoy that more then i ever could
redbullracing: he's always welcome to join đ
yourbrothersuser: AHHHHHH OMG OMG
user30: okay now more grid x y/n content
user31: the way this became like a meet and greet for y/n was INSANE
user32: who would've thought there would be so many y/n fans at a F1 race??
user33: everyone's a y/n l/n fan.
â y/n has posted new photos!
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yourusername: do you think he'll try weed with me now that he's my boyfriend?
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user34: EXCUSE ME BOYFRIEND???
user35: OMG Y/N GOT HER FIRST BOYFRIEND!! ĐĐĐĐĐĐ
user36: OSCAR AND Y/N??? HELL YEAH
user37: okay let's just pretend that doesn't say what it says đ
yourmanger: y/n please change that caption.
yourusername: i don't know how âčïž
user38: WHO CARES ABOUT THE CAPTION!!! Y/N AND OSCAR SHIPPERS RISE
mclaren: in case that caption isn't a joke, y/n please refrain from getting our drivers high.
yourusername: YOU GUYS ARE NO FUNN
user39: i love how public y/n is. like she genuinely acts like she doesn't have millions of followers
oscarpiastri: love i already told you, we cant get high.
yourusername: YOU WOULD IF YOU LOVED ME.
maxverstappen1: i'll get high with you y/n đââïž
redbullracing: no you will not.
#oscar piastri social media au#oscar piastri smau#oscar piastri x y/n#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri fluff#oscar piastri f1#f1 x female reader#f1 x y/n#f1 social media au#f1 x you#f1 imagine#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader
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gojo isnât the type of person to flaunt about how much money he has.
sure heâs wealthy, and boy he knows it. but why would that be of any concern to anybody else.
i definitely think his love language is gift giving, so he buys you a lot of expensive shit pretty much any chance he gets. weather itâs some expensive jewelry or something that reminded him of you.
point is, you know he has money, but exactly how much is uncertain to you. both of you never really talked about money, it all kind of sorted itself out naturally.
you tried to bring it up once, when you moved in together. you moved into gojos apartment so you had offered to help out with rent, but he shushed you pretty quickly, telling you not to worry about it and that it was no way near an inconvenience for him.
so instead you did more things around the house, it was your way of paying him back.
you had been dating for five years and living together for about two, when you found out just how rich your boyfriend actually was.
it was your five year anniversary and satoru wanted to make it special. so he had taken you out for dinner to a nice fancy restaurant.
"how was your food?" he asked, arms tucked underneath his chin looking at you as you finished your plate.
"good" you answered with a smile. yes your food was good, and yes the restaurant was nice. but after 3 hours of sitting there, watching the waiters put on a show and what not, you were ready to go home and have your man all to yourself.
a grin formed his face reading your thoughts exactly. when the waitress came to get your plates gojo made sure to ask for the bill, and 3 minutes later she was back with the check.
he fumbled through his wallet searching for his credit card. he paused for a second looking up at you, then back down to his wallet pulling out a card you didnât recognize.
this credit card was black, while the one that you knew was a basic gold one. of course you knew the significance of the card he had just retrieved from his wallet (and the waitress very obviously as well, by the way her face changed at the sight of it) but you didnât know that your boyfriend possessed such a card. he hadnât mentioned it once.
âso, how is it that i did not know about your black amex card?â you asked discreetly. you werenât trying to pry on him but you were genuinely curious about it.
âI guess because I almost never use it?â he said, looking at you without turning his head. âwhy?â he asked pulling your body closer, a small smirk forming.
âjust curiousâ you answered cuddling into him.
âyou sure?" he asked raising concerned brow.
"yea, i just didnât know you had two cards."
"actually," he paused grinning. âi have three, or rather two and a half."
you pulled back confused. satoru lifted himself up a little bit, enough to reach over to the night stand to grab his wallet. he took out another card which you did not recognize.
"here," he said handing you over the card. âi set up a dual account for us. i know you have your account and youâre good, but you know. just in case." he smiled happily.
"i canât accept this satoru. how the hell can you manage three accounts?"
"itâs fine baby, itâs yours as well as mine. you donât have to feel bad about it. presides i donât ever use my black card, i donât need it. i just forgot mine at home earlier."
you knew the requirements or reasons to get to own a card like that, yet he rarely used it? what kind of things did he buy with this card? okay, yea. this boy had money.
later that week, after getting all of the account information from satoru, you decided to register with your phone just to have a view of the account. and god let me tell you, you almost dropped your phone.
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RIDE ME!
synopsis: (cowgirl! au) what's better than riding a horse? a cowgirl.
featuring: navia, dehya, shinobu, clorinde, beidou, arlecchino
rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)
warnings: sub! afab fem reader, strap ons, riding, reader on top for the most part, teasing, strap ons refered to as c.o.ck and other synonyms, pet names, possessiveness, jealousy, potential poor translation of french from google translate (navia), slight cunnilingus (shinobu), size kink (beidou), handcuffs (clorinde), degradation (clorinde, arlecchino), usage of whore/slut (clorinde, arlecchino), captor x prisoner dynamic (arlecchino), belly bulge (beidou), may be ooc.
art credits: black lagoon
NAVIA
âOh my, your cute little legs are shaking so much, ma cherie!*â
Navia giggles to herself when you find yourself panting and struggling to take all of Naviaâs length inside of you. The thick toy causing your throat to tighten and whine, because Navia just had to pick something so damn big and long to shove up your pussy.
âN-NaviaâŠâ you grit through your teeth, some of the air knocking out of your lungs when the woman suddenly bucked her hips forward. âYessss?â She replies nonchalantly, a smug look on her face when she sees the way you were struggling to properly ride her. âDidâyaâŠhave to choose the biggest toy you could find?â You groan while glaring down at her sarcastically.Â
âOh honey, stop complainingâŠâ Navia giggles, grabbing your hips and ripping a moan out of you when she begins bouncing you on her own. âYouâre a big girl, so you can take a big dick on your own, hm?âÂ
With each riveting thrust, Navia had you bouncing on her hips like you were some excited little bunny, a look of pure satisfaction on the cowgirlâs face when she got an up close view of your pussy swallowing her cock each time you moved up and down. The sight was utterly breathtaking for the legendary cowgirl of your town, and you saw that she was in fact drooling a little bit from the way your cum was dripping down her shaft.Â
âOh, baise-moi, tu es si belle*.â Navia mumbled under her breath, eyes glazing over in a mesmerized way. âI canât believe youâre mineâŠâ
She chuckles at the way your body twitches from the constant hammering of her hips, so she decides to cut the tension a bit by grabbing her cowgirl hat lying on top of the night stand and placing it over your eyes.Â
âThere, now you look like a proper cowgirl.â Navia giggles, clutching your hips and smiling at the way her oversized hat tilts forward to cover your eyes. âNow ride me properly, you silly cowgirl. No horse is too big for you to tameâŠâ
She lets out another cheery smile and continues to brutally thrust her hips at that.Â
English translations taken from Google Translate: *my love, *fuck me, youâre so beautiful
DEHYA
â(Chuckle), is the princess unable to tame this bull on her own?âÂ
Dehya smirks cockily at the way you trembled like a leaf on top of her, the look of pure determination on your face as you attempted to get all seven inches of her strap deep inside you. You wouldâve gotten all of it fitting snugly by now, but Dehya had been teasing you for the entirety of your session, smirking and gently patting your hips in a condescending manner, that really had you distracted to the point you struggled greatly with even fitting the first few inches.
âOh, princessâŠâ Dehya chuckles, eying the way your pussy was just drooling over her shaft like it was trying to lube itself as much as it could. Probably because it needed that much lube in the first place, and the sheer amount of precum you were excreting was enough to make your ears go hot in shame. âIâve never seen you produce so much slick without orgasming, darlinââ
âShut upâŠ!â you whimpered, giving Dehya a snarky glare. âIâm not used to riding you on top!â
âItâs really not that hard, babe,â Dehya sighs, rolling her eyes playfully. âTrust me, riding a woman is a lot easier than riding a bull, and I know from both experiences.â She clicks her tongue and winks at you. âSo why donât you give it another shot, come on, I know you can do it.â
She gives you an encouraging pat on the ass and leans back, making sure to stretch her stomach a little bit so her abs could shine under the sunsetâs rays. The sight of Dehya looking so relaxed and confident in you gave you the little boost you needed to ease up and slowly slide down to the hilt.Â
With a strangled gasp, you let out a pretty little whine that made Dehya practically groan with pleasure. âSuch a pretty noise you made there, princess,â Dehya husks, trailing one of her thumbs to push at your clit. âCan you make more? Youâre usually singing like a canary by nowâŠâ
She chuckles and helps you ease down the rest of her cock, noting the tiny twitch in your legs as you struggle to ground yourself to reality. âAh, poor thingâs all tuckered out just from sitting down,â Dehya grins, sitting up slightly to whisper in your ear. âWould you like this bull to help ride for you?â
When you were unable to respond, feeling too unbearably full from her cock, Dehya smirks and shifts her hands to rest on your hips. âI guess thatâs a yes from the pretty little lady.â
Holding you close to her muscled body, she begins to thrust upwards at a brutal place, tip hitting so deep inside you it had you bouncing till you werenât even moving on your ownâŠ
SHINOBU
âHaving difficulty, sweet thing?â Shinobu whispers in that raspy voice of hers, eyes glinting forwards at you like a cat, as she watches the way you involuntarily jerked at her thrusts from her strap on pounding inside you. Shinobu was by no means a gentle woman of any kind, yet when it came to you, the sweet darling bachlorette of small town Inazuma, the outlaw was considerably generous to you, given by the fact that she could wreck your delicate pussy at any time she wanted.Â
With that in mind however, Shinobu was being awfully patient with how long it took for you to adjust to her strap. The toy was not even breaking five inches, yet when you tried to stuff it inside you from the top âeager to ride Shinobu like a first time rodeo galâ you almost cried from the sheer stretch you felt of her shaft spearing you open.Â
âOh, babyâŠâ Shinobu hummed to herself out of pity, reaching a hand forward to ease your walls a little more by playing with your clit. âYou gotta loosen up, babe. Iâm about to slip right out again if youâre this tight right nowâŠâ
âS-SorryâŠâ you grimaced, trying desperately to get your body to relax. âI donât know why it wonât go inâŠâ
âYouâre too tense, babe.â Shinobu chuckles, pulling her bandanna down to slip her long tongue out to lick at her teeth. âDo you want me to help you? I certainly can, all you need to do is askâŠâ
With the way she was licking her teeth seductively and showing off her impressively long tongue, you felt your cunt drip a bit more as just the sight of it had you drooling out of arousal. âYes please,â you mumble softly, letting Shinobu lift you off her cock and place you back down on the bed. She eased herself lower so that she was now eye level with your cunt, and began licking slow, languid strokes with her tongue until she was able to see your folds loosen up a bit.
âAtta girlâŠâ Shinobu mumbles breathlessly, gripping your thighs to keep you from squirming and pressing deep nail indents into your skin. âTastier than any ambrosia they serve at that damned barâŠâ
She groans and pulls you down to kiss at your stomach, playfully nipping the skin right above your belly button before staring up at you hungrily.Â
âDo you still wanna ride me, doll?â She asks in a husky tone.Â
You shake your head no.Â
âTch, spoiled girlâŠâ she grins and raises your legs up on her shoulders so that she can angle her strap to fuck you. âYou should be grateful Iâm so lenient on a sweet thing like youâŠâ
And with that, she has you clawing at the sheets as the outlaw prods her tip through your foldsâŠ
CLORINDE
âWhat a naughty girl, unable to keep your hands to yourselfâŠâÂ
Sheriff Clorinde smirks to herself as the jingle of your handcuffs move with every bounce you take on Clorindeâs strap. The sheriff having chosen a curved, purple dildo as a strap for you to ride on, as this was your punishment for provoking the sheriff while on duty for patrol.
How did you provoke her you may ask? Well, letâs just say parading around in a short skirt, casting flirtatious winks at the gunslinger and whispering how much you wanted her to destroy you was a one way ticket to pound town with Clorinde and your hands bound together with metal cuffs.Â
âBut Sheriff, I was only vying for your attentionâŠâ you pouted, whining when you felt her hands grip your ass and keep you seated downward on the smooth, warm, toy.Â
âVying for my attention, you say?â Clorinde raises a brow, tugging on the chain between your cuffs so that youâd suddenly lurch backwards with a yelp. âNearly the entire town saw the way you were crooning for me. Donât you have any shame?âÂ
She gave a particularly hard thrust at the word shame, grinning to herself when she saw the way you began leaking all over the toy and crying. âWhatâs wrong you needy girl, have you sprung a leak?â She teases, trailing a finger down to scoop up some of your essence. âWerenât you whining for my attention earlier? Come on, whereâs that excited spark I saw earlierâŠâ
She continues to roll her hips âalbeit at a slower paceâ before tilting her head up at you and sighing. âYou know better than to make me jealous, sweet thing.â She sits up to whisper in your ear and holds your waist a little tighter. âNavia, Furina, and practically all the cowgirls in town had seen you parading yourself in such ludicrous ways. Only I have the pleasure of seeing you, alright?âÂ
She grunts and begins to roll her hips a bit faster, practically grinding into you to the point all you could feel down there was Clorindeâs strap rearranging your insides.Â
âClorindeâŠâ you gasped when she suddenly pulled you forward to place a delicate little kiss on your mouth, completely contrasting the way she was currently pummeling you with her cock till all you could see were stars.
âThatâs sheriff to you, slut.â
BEIDOU
âWell damn, I didnât know a gal as sweet as you could take a cock this wellâŠâ
Beidou laughed as she rested back on the bed frame and placed her arms behind her head. She looked as relaxed as can be while she watched the prettiest girl in town âthatâd be youâ lazily bounce on her strap with determination. Usually the rugged cowgirl would be on top of you, molding your body to fit hers as she pounded her cock to the oblivion, but this time you wanted to try something different. Something you always wanted to do ever since watching Beidou wrangle some of those wild horses.
âI admit, when you first asked to ride me, I didnât think you were serious,â Beidou sneers, âBut after seeing how determined you are, it seems like youâd make quite the good cowgirl if you keep this up.â
She smiles and tilts your chin up to look at her, an endearing grin on the cowgirlâs face as she continues letting you âtake the reinsâ so to speak.Â
âLike Iâd ever want to ride a horse though,â you chuckle jokingly, barely hiding a moan as it slips past your lips. âIâd rather just tame a womanâŠâ
âYou already did, darlinââ Beidou smirks, pushing you down a little further till there was a slight bulge in your stomach from her cock. âYou could tame any woman out here if you could, ya little rascalâŠâ
Your body involuntarily shuddered when you felt her tip push so deep inside you, the ridged edges of her strap feeling so good against your walls, as they milked her for everything that she was worth. âGentle nowâŠâ you groaned, feeling stuffed to the brim from the way she was handling you. âIs this how you treat all the ladies you bed with?â
âNo, just this lady.â Beidou chuckles. âAm I too rough?âÂ
âNotâŠexactly.â You whimpered, steadying yourself as Beidou bucks her hips a bit harder. âI just need to get used to it, thatâs allâŠâ
Beidou smiled softly at this, before murmuring a curse under her breath and pushing her bangs back in amusement. âOh fuck me little ladyâŠyouâre absolutely preciousâŠâ
She canât stop herself from grinning before grabbing your hips and helping you bounce up and down her shaft. At the extra pressure and boost in speed, you nearly creamed yourself and cried while Beidou kept you upright in her arms.Â
âWell if youâre so lenient on me being a bit rougher, then perhaps I shouldnât be so gentle on you anymore, little ladyâŠâ
And she kept her word, having you eyes roll back in bliss as she leans forward to suck a nipple into her mouth.
ARLECCHINO
âTchâŠI see why that small town of yours was so angry at me for taking youâŠâ Arlecchino husks, the smoke from her cigar fogging up your senses while you sit upright on her lap with her cock buried inside you. âYouâre quite the sight for sore eyes, arenât you?â
She slips the cigar out of her mouth and puts it out on the ashtray beside her, blowing some smoke into your face and watching as you grimace and cough with a frown. âSensitive too,â she remarks, smirking and caressing your face with the sharp nails you were oh so terrified of.Â
âA-Anyone would grimace if they had smoke blow back in their faceâŠâ you grunt, glaring down at your captor while you rode her strap with need. âItâs rude to do that anyhow, yâknow.â
âI think youâre forgetting Iâve done much ruder things,â the bandit leader chuckles with amusement. âFor example, kidnapped you and kept you for ransom. Isnât that much worse than blowing smoke in your face, doll?âÂ
Your face scowled down at her and she only grinned at the way you were pouting. âOh, donât make that face sweet thing. Itâs not like I have you tied up and chained to a post in the desert. You willingly came in here to fuck me, so donât act so innocent nowâŠâ
She flashes you a sneering look before moving her hips a bit rougher so that you could really feel how hard and perfect her cock felt inside you. The way your lips part and glisten with barely contained drool had Arlecchino stroking her ego faster than you could come undone. The sight of your townâs prized jewel now drooling and riding her cock with pathetic need was sending the bandit leader into another state of superiority.
âOh how I wish that sheriff of yours could see you now,â Arlecchino chuckles, âClorinde was it? My, she was seething at the way I had you gripped in my arms. She looked like she would shoot me dead right on the spot if I hadnât been carrying you.â
She was on a power trip, a glistening of madness in those red, X-shaped pupils of hers, as she began bouncing you harder against her strap.Â
âYou like that though, I know. A whore like you just loves being the center of attention amongst all those rugged cowgirlsâŠâ
She scoffs and sits up to bite a hickey onto your neck, enjoying the way you squirmed and clung onto her shoulders immediately once you felt her teeth on your skin.Â
âTell you what, once that sheriff of yours comes up with the sum of money I want, you send her back a little message for me, mâkay?â She growls and practically grips your ass into her clawed hands. âI want you to show her every little bite, hickey, and scratch I leave on your body, so she knows you had fun with me in my tent. Got it?â
You nodded enthusiastically before whining at the way she was now speeding her thrusts.Â
âGood whore.â
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[The Mute Concubine]
Yandere Emperor x Female Reader: Warning: There are mentions of kidnapping, stalking, obsessive and yandere behaviors which are NOT recommended to practice in real life. Postscript: The text dividers are NOT mine, so I give credits to their respective creators.
Many years ago, Emperor Ivan ruled Zealia with a heavy hand. He had a young appearance that can be attractive to anyone who didn't know him (and even a little to those who do). He lived in his luxurious palace with his multiple wives; a group of beautiful women who had had some children for him.
Anyone would think that he had everything and couldn't want anything more, and that's what Ivan thought a long time ago despite the monotony of his life. He had a lot of money; total and absolute control over the laws of each kingdom and tribe at his disposal; beautiful women and children; good food, clothing and medicine as well as medical care.
But no, it wasn't like that. Ivan was infatuated with something again; Something was pulling him out of his dream, or ratherâŠsomeone. That someone was a beautiful young woman whom he had seen during his most recent trip.
She was quite a beautiful and delicate girl, even more so than a common courtesan or prostitute. She had a face that was difficult to forget, and a smile that easily dazzled or moved anyone. She was hired to make Ivan happy during those nights of his stay, but the next morning she disappeared. He not only slept with her, but they also played board games, showing that she was quite good at these since she beat him in the vast majority of the games, which were very silent but interesting. This made him feel more interested in researching her; However, he could not find her anywhere after her return to his palace.
The emperor did not stop thinking about her, reaching the point of dreaming about her day and night. He wanted to go out to find her, but he feared for her own reputation as her ruler. While thinking, he came up with the idea of ââcalling all the girls in his town who had the same physical characteristics as the mysterious girl who now lived in his heart.
All the girls from the town summoned to the palace, introducing themselves one by one only to be instantly rejected by Ivan. He was already starting to get bored after the long day, but he didn't want to give up. From one moment to the next, his trusted butler approaches him and says:
-Your majesty, we have found the girl you were looking for, but there is a problemâŠ- The emperor was interested. His belovedâŠwas she seriously here?, he couldn't believe it; he had to see it himself.
-Let her in, I want to see her.- The emperor firmly ordered. The butler made a gesture and the guards showed the girl in, and the emperor could not believe⊠that she was the courtesan from that time!, only dressed in a more formal or refined way. The courtesan knelt and bowed, but without saying a single word, which seemed strange to Ivan.
-So⊠aren't you going to tell me your name?- She was about to take out what appears to be a piece of paper from her sleeve, and just then the emperor's butler interrupts.
-Your majesty, I have tried to ask her name before, but the owner of the courtesan house told me that she is (Y/n) (Y/ln), and that she is⊠mute.- Ivan was surprised. He now understood why she never talked to him; She was not with bad intentions, because of bad education or because she didn't want to, but because of something that she didn't ask for at birth.
-So that was it. I like it, that awakens an aura of mystery in you that I love so much.- Ivan took her hands and carefully lifted her up. He looked at how embarrassed she was a moment ago, changing that expression to one of surprise.
From that moment on, Ivan made the mute courtesan start living in the palace with him, which made everyone look contemptuously at (Y/n), because she was a courtesan or prostitute and besides, she couldn't even speak; apart from the fact that they envied her a lot for her beauty.
This caused (Y/n) to be forced to use the emperor's hands to defend herself, in exchange for giving herself to him, a man she pretends to love in order to survive in her new environment. She cannot speak and that is true, but she has to communicate with the help of signs, servants, letters, facial expressions and even paintings. IvĂĄn loved this girl, because he was not only captivated by her mystery and high genius for board games, but also by her ability to draw and paint.
Ivan, on the other hand, was still obsessed with (Y/n). He loved spending time with her, whether sleeping with her, playing super difficult but entertaining board games, feeling like he had never felt with any of the women in her harem. For him, she is different.
She was⊠his mute concubine.
-The End.
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sleepy cramps | b.c.
summary: your cramps wake you up but channie is there to help.
wc: 1.1k
warnings: i tried to keep it gender neutral, however!! periods and cramps are mentions so read at your own risk.
a/n: omg ash knows how to post at a normal time when she's not sleep deprived *gasp* crazy right? you guys know the drill not proof read too many pet names blah blah. i have realized that i apparently need alot of comfort in my life because that is all i write LMAO. anyway! i hope you guys enjoy and as always, drink water, eat something, and take ur meds. <3
p.s. pls send me some requests i really wanna try and branch out but i have no ideas, okay love u bye. <3
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âbaby?â you hear a familiar aussie voice call out. âiâm home!â you hear him take off his shoes and set his bag down. âbaby?â he yells once more, keys jingling as he places them on a hook by the door.
you let out a grunt, hoping to signal to him where you were. you were currently bundled up half asleep in your shared bed, facing the door. you were exhausted from the day and your period, and barely keeping your eyes open.Â
the hall light flicks on before a figure appears in the doorway. you lift up your head a bit, giving him a sleepy smile before settling back into your warm cocoon of soft blankets and plushies.
he smiles before making his way to the side of bed, squatting down to eye level with you. he lifts his hand, lightly stroking your cheek with his thumb. âhi pretty.â your cheeks warm.
âhi bub.â you mumble. âyou sleepy bug?â he asks softly. you nod, a yawn escaping you as if emphasizing your drowsiness.
he smiles, leaning forward to place a soft kiss to your forehead. âalright bub, give me 10 minutes to get ready for bed then iâll come lay down okay?â you nod once more, sleepy smile still present on your face.
he moves, placing a kiss on your lips before standing to his full height. âiâll be right back!â he yelled, running into your en-suite. you giggle before relaxing into your cocoon, sleep welcoming you quickly.
once chan finished in the bathroom, he came out to find you curled up, now facing his side of the bed, soft even breathes escaping you.
he coos before making his way to his side of the bed. he lifted the sheets, sliding under them before gently pulling you to him, body melting into his.
he wraps his arms around you, âgood night my sleepy baby, i love you.â he whispers, placing a kiss on your temple, before relaxing, letting sleep take over.
this didnât last long however, chan lightly awoke maybe an hour later, to you stirring in your sleep, light whimpers escaping you. after hearing the first whimpers leave your mouth, he was very alert. he quickly looks over your body trying to determine whatâs bringing you distress.
he catches a glimpse of your face, which is contorted in discomfort. he places a hand on your cheek once more, trying to gently wake you. âbaby wake up.â he whispers, lightly tapping and stroking your cheek.
after a few seconds you finally wake, only to let out a yelp in pain, curling into the body beside you. âhey hey, baby, whatâs going on?â he said kissing your head, rubbing your back.
âperiod.â you managed to get out, trying to curl further into yourself. one arm wrapped around your lower abdomen, the other one clenched into a fist against your forehead.
you start holding your breath unconsciously, praying the pain will subside. chan notices and gently taking your fist in his.
âbreathe baby, breathe,â he says calmly, opening your fist to slot your fingers through his. you let out a jagged breath leaning your forehead against your joined hands, âsqueeze my hand if you need to jagi but, you gotta breathe baby.â his thumb stroking the back of your hand.
you take a deep breath, trying to focus on anything over than the stabbing pain in your abdomen. âdoing so good bug, just breathe.â his other hand coming up to smooth the crease between your eyebrows.Â
your breathing evens out slightly as the pain lessen a bit. a moment of silence passes before you sit up, hands still entwined. chan follows you, rubbing small circles on your back. âdid you take medicine earlier?â you nod your head. âright before you got home.â he hummed, understanding.
 âiâll be right back, okay?â he whispers, thumb rubbing the back of your hand. you nod slightly, focusing on your breathing. he leans over, placing a kiss to the side of your head before getting up and making his way into the bathroom.
you grab a pillow behind you hugging it as you wait for him to return. a few moments passed before he reemerges with your heating pad in hand. he rounds the bed, plugging in the pad before sitting next to you.
âiâm gonna move this quick, okay?â you nod, moving your arms. he grabs the pillow, placing the heating pad in itâs place. âthank you.â you mumble, leaning on him, placing your head on his shoulder. âyouâre welcome bug.â he kisses the top of your head before placing his there.
you sit there for a moment before you feel the guilt slowly creep up, the lump forming in the back of your throat. you turn your head into his shoulder as tears start to stream down your face.
âhey, hey, do you want more medicine? what can i do?â he asks, placing a hand on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles. you shake your head, before moving to put your hand in your hands.
âiâm sorry channie,â you cried. âi know youâre probably exhausted, and shouldnât have to deal with this.â you feel him move in front of you before placing his hands on your face, lifting it. âi am your boyfriend, it is my job to take care of you when you need me. and right now youâre in pain because of something you canât control.â he pauses, looking into your eyes, gently wiping the tears running down your cheeks.
âi will always take care of you, doesnât matter, time, place, if iâm tired or not, i will always help you. understand?â you nod, moving into his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, shoving your face into his neck.
he wraps his arms around your torso pulling you impossibly closer. âi love so much, jagiya. okay?â you nod your head quickly. âi love you too, more than you know.â you say into his neck, placing a kiss on his skin.Â
you both stay like that for a moment before chan pulls away slightly. he wipes your tears once more before placing a kiss on your lips. âletâs get you to sleep, hm?â you agree, moving back into the mattress.
you watch him make his way to his side, getting comfortable under the duvet. once settled, he opens his arms for you to lay down. you giggle before quickly laying on him, making sure your heating pad was still in the correct position.
you place a kiss to his jaw before settling into his chest, duvet pulled to cover both of you. âthank you, i love you so much.â he places one last kiss to your head. â you donât have to thank me, i love you so much, good night my sleepy baby.â you smile, feeling at peace. âgoodnight, channie.â you place a kiss over his heart before both of drift off once more.
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â đđđ đđđ đđđ'đ đđđđđ (đđđđ đ đđđđ!!) â
â PROF. GETO IS SO HOT AND NOW HEâS YOUR HUSBAND!! â
⧠pairing: professor!geto x f!reader (extra credit fic for prof geto series) (can be read as a standalone!!)
⧠summary: you visit your family at home, spending the night in your childhood room, and after teasing suguru all morning, your husband decides he can't wait a moment longer to have you.
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut , fluff, but also angst depictions of student/teacher relationship (only ok in fiction not irl!!!), reader was a grad student (now a professor), but age is vague, childhood room sex, semi-exhibitionism, fingering (f! receiving) sex (p in v), creampie, discussion of having kids, amateur's take on moral philsophy and ethics, fanart by @ / polariae
⧠w/c: 2,395
âSo this is your childhood room?â Suguru enters your room, glancing around, lips curling at the plushes and posters lining your shelves and walls, a collection of memories of a you he didnât know, but one that grew into the person that he loved. He could see the pieces of you scattered about the room â and his eyes found the bookshelf tucked into the corner of the room.Â
âYeah weâll be staying here during our visit,â you sigh, setting down your bag, before sitting on the edge of the bed, âthey set up the air mattress for you but I think we can share my twin bed,âÂ
He tilted his head, âI suppose if I donât mind curling up or letting my feet dangle,â and you press yourself to his side.Â
âBut itâs all worth it to have your wife by your side right?â His lips canât help but curl widely at the titleÂ
âI feel I have to remind you that you have been my wife for two years now and you canât keep using that card,â and yet his arms slip around your middle, âbut I canât complain when I have such a pretty wife,âÂ
âJust pretty?â Youâre climbing onto his lap, not missing the way his body tensed deliciously at your weight, a slight pout on your lips, âcome on, Professor, you can do better than that,âÂ
âYouâre right,â his hand drag down your sides, squeezing at your hips, âbeautiful,â he kisses the swell of your cheek, âethereal,â his lips trail to the tip of your nose, âbrilliant,â his lips chart a course down your jaw, âachingly desirable,â and youâre cupping his cheek.Â
âSure youâre not describing yourself?â And heâs snorting, right as you press a kiss to his lips, and you realize itâs been far too long since youâve kissed him last, almost two hours in fact from the time the two of you had sat down to dinner with your family â and that was an eternity you didnât want to relive.Â
And neither did he from the way he kissed you again and again and again.Â
âIâd never describe anyone but my wife like that,â he murmurs, âand how can you compare me, a mere human, to a goddess?âÂ
And your laugh is swallowed by his lips again, until heâs retreating his kisses down your jaw and neck, âand how do you plan to please your goddess?âÂ
His teeth graze the soft skin of your neck, drawing a small gasp from your lips, his fingers slipping under the t-shirt you had stolen from him this morning to wear on the ride over, âOh the way I always do,â a rumble rasp of a voice that makes heat spread from his touch, âby worshiping every inch of her, offering my praises on my knees, and giving myself to her at the altar,âÂ
âWe already had our business done at the altar,â and he laughs, shaking his head, fingers finding yours to lace with his.Â
âEvery day Iâll marry you over and over, Princess, if that means youâll be mine,âÂ
âI think I was yours from the moment you told me I was late,âÂ
âIf that means I was the object of your hatred,â and you chuckle, your other hand finding purchase on his shoulder, as you lean closer to him, noses bumping.Â
âWell, some say hatred is a thin line to love,âÂ
âThen ours might as well have been non-existent,â and his lips find yours again, eroding your quick reply with the warmth of his touch flooding your every sense. Hands slide down your sides, squeezing teasingly, as his lips curl as he muffle your delightful noises, âbecause I think I was in love with you from the moment I saw you too,â he parts your lips only to speak, and to see the ruins he had left your perfect lips in, puffy and bitten red.Â
âEven when I pestered you with questions about my papers,â he drags his thumb down your lips, before pressing a kiss to your forehead.Â
âEspecially then,â and itâs not a second before your lips find his again, sliding against his own, and heâs becoming unsatisfied with only your kisses, even he wants to have every inch of you â as he always does.Â
Heâs pressing you against your creaky mattress, springs groaning under your combined weight, and nearly screaming as the two of you shifted into place, âSugu, we canât,â you murmur, âsomeone could hear us,âÂ
And it was late at this point â a late dinner needed after they got in after 11:00 PM, and everyone had gone to bed, but still, the other rooms were only a door or two down. But still his lips are insistent, peppering kisses along your collarbone, as his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt.Â
âWe can be quiet,â he murmurs, in your ear, âIâll go slow, no one will hear,â and he didnât hide his need well, not that he was trying to â he had desperate for you since you had stolen that shirt of his, so much so that the two of you nearly ended up leaving late, since he had pinned you to the entryway wall right beside the door. You had convinced him to wait, slipping from his grasp, despite your already crumbling defenses to the hot embrace of his need.Â
And you were far too gone by the dulcet words murmured in your ear, erasing all forms of logical thoughts from your brain, âfuck,â you murmur under your breath, âif we get caughtââÂ
And his fingers are already slipping under your shirt, a gasp parting with lips as he finds bare skin underneath, warming you with his touch, as he rolls your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, âwhat will happen if we get caught? Will you punish me sweetheart?â His words are hot against your skin, lips grazing the shell of your ear, before pressing a sweet kiss against the soft spot behind it, âIâd like that, so would it be much of a punishment at all?â And he squeezes at your soft flesh before dragging his hand downwards to the button of your jeans.Â
âSuguââ you warn, and heâs undoing the button of your jeans deftly, tugging them down around your ankles, and itâs only a moment before his thumb teases you through your drenched fabric, ângh, donât tease meââÂ
âHow can I not when itâs so easy to do, sweetheart?â And his other palm drags down your waist to the swell of your hip and tugs at the elastic of your lacy panties snapping it against your skin, another yelp escaping your lips, âyou always make such pretty noises, wife,â and the term makes your cunt ache for him, and it doesnât go unnoticed, lips pressed to your neck curling in a smirk, âlike it when I call you my wife? Because you are. My perfect, pretty wife,âÂ
And he presses closer to you, hips flush against your ass, as you feel his bulge rub against you through the fabric of his slacks, âI need more,â you whine, and his chuckle makes you shiver.Â
âSo eager, as always,â his fingers drag your underwear down to join your pants, âeven when Iâm about to fuck you in your childhood bed,â he circles he sinks a finger into your needy cunt, swallowing it whole as he swallows the moan that leaves you with his lips, âcanât be too eager baby, I have to loosen you up first,âÂ
He slowly finger fucks you, the wet squelch so loud in the quiet silence of your bedroom, you would beg him to stop if you didnât want more â and from the way your juices dripped down his knuckles to his wrists, your cunt wanted more too.Â
âSuch a good girl fâme,â he murmurs, âI think your parents really like me, the model son-in-law,â he adds another finger, but your walls only beg him to stay as he pumps them in and out, âbut what would they think if they heard me fuck you open like this?âÂ
And he only wishes he could see your face, he knows from the telltale flutter of your walls, youâre growing close to release, and he could see your lovely lips parted for him, eyes blown out in pleasure or squeezed shut, and your face the epitome of ecstasy â but the soft pants that left your lips were good enough.Â
âSugu, Iâm closeââ and youâre only whining louder when he pulls his fingers from you, your body arching into his, desparate for his touch, for friction, for anything â but he only licks his fingers clean with a pop, âfuck, pleaseââÂ
You hear fabric rustle until you feel him tease your dripping entrance with the tip of his leaking cock, âWant it that bad, sweetheart? Need to cum?â And you know his lips are curled in that annoyingly smug smirk of his, âa little frustrated?âÂ
And you know he was toying you, if only to repay you for this morning with this delicious torture â your husband was a brilliant man, but as cruel with his touch as he was with his red pen.Â
âBaby,â you cry, and heâs clicking his tongue, âpleaseââÂ
âDonât be so loud, someone could hear us, remember?â And your cunt is begging, warmth trying to welcome him even as he pulls his tip away, âwould you like that? Can you be quiet for me?â And youâre nodding, a whimper leaving your throat, and finally he sinks into you, inch by inch as his fingers drag down your tongue, âgood girl,â
âSugu,â he filled you so well, stretching your cunt with his girth and sending delicious pleasure up your spine, pulsing inside as it dragged inside your sweet walls, âneed moreââÂ
And he begins to rock into you, bed squeaking traitorously as his hands drag down your front, as the slaps of your skin filled the silence of the room, and your eyes squeezed shut as if that would help you keep this dirty secret in the midst of the night.Â
âWonder if you ever thought youâd fuck your husband on this bed one day,â he kisses your neck, drawing the back of your fingers against your cheek, as his dick missed placed he only wished he could reach with his tongue, wet warmth beckoning him deeper and deeper, âif weâd make a baby in the very bed you spent growing up into the most wonderful woman Iâve ever known,â and fuck, he wasnât making it easier to stay quiet, loud whimpers and moans muffled against his fingers that your spit dripped down of.Â
And then you hear a door creak nearby, and he freezes, the moan of the floorboards as someone walked by making you tense, your pussy a vice grip around his cock, and he couldnât resist fucking you. His hips piston against you harshly, and you nearly bite his fingers as a gasp works your way from your leaping chest.Â
âCareful, baby, someone might hear us, hear you whining and begging for me to fuck you harder, and how would that look? A wife so needy for her husbandâs cock?â And heâs snapping his hips rougher making it nearly impossible for you to stay quiet as he no longer cares who hears â as long as he can make you both cum.Â
Youâre pulling his fingers from your mouth, âsâclose, Sugu, I canâtââ and god, itâs nearly enough for him to cum then and there, but no, no, he has to make you cum first â need to feel your juices drench his cock before he cums inside.Â
Heâs reaching down, right where his cock is thrusting inside to rub at your needy clit, âcum on my cock, sweetheart, need to feel your pretty pussy cumââÂ
And you do as he says with a cry of his name that he muffled with his lips, fucking you hard through your orgasm, the sounds white noise to you both now â the wet squelch of your cunt was too much, too good, and his balls tense, all too ready to cum.Â
You part from his lips only to whisper between gasps, âCum inside, Suguru, fill me, please,â and your words send over the edge with you, notching his cock deep, as he finally comes undone, hot release painting your walls white, as he moans your name in your ear.Â
Heâs fucking his cum deeper as his hips stutter against you, slowing, as he finally stills, the bed ceasing its groaning as both of your quiet pants fill the silence. Bodies sticky, he pulls out of you, groaning as he watches his cum spill from inside you, as he grabs a towel from his nearby suitcase to clean the both of you up.Â
He presses sweet kisses to your neck, âyou okay baby?âÂ
And he knows youâre pouting even before you start speaking, âIf anything heard us, IâllââÂ
He laughs, burying his face in the crook of your neck, âYouâll what? You love me too much to hurt me,âÂ
âI do, but I can tease you myself, as you know, far better than you can,â you turn to face him, your lips ghosting over his jaw while your fingers drew circles on his chest, âstudent has far surpassed her teacher on that front,âÂ
âOn every front,â and you roll your eyes, âI mean it, Princess,âÂ
âI know you do,â you murmur, âwhich is why I guess youâre so desperate to have a baby with me,â and he flushes, and not from exertion, gaze shying away, âbut lucky for you, I am too,â and his eyes snap to yours.Â
âYouââÂ
âWeâve discussed it before, Suguru,â your fingers trace his jaw, nuzzling his cheek, âweâre settled in our careers now, we bought our house. Weâve been married for two years now â do you want to?âÂ
His eyes shine impossibly, even in the dim moonlight filtering in from the window, âthereâs nothing I want more than to have kids with you, Princess, but are you sure? Itâs a much bigger decision for you than for me, itâs your body,âÂ
âBut itâs our child,â you smile, âand I know youâll be making it up to me for the rest of our lives,âÂ
âDonât know if Iâll be able to ever make it up to you for everything you do for me,â Suguru presses his forehead to yours, âbut Iâll spend my whole life trying.âÂ
⧠a/n: ahhh i've teased this fic for so long, it makes me so happy to write this!!! honestly i've had horrible writer's block and writing these two are always so easy and such a joy for me :). i hope you guys enjoy <3
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Pairing: Aaron Hotch x Doctor!Fem!reader Cw: Fluff (for real this time), LONGING (this is literally 9k words of pure yearning idek how I did that), mentions of blood, Hotch gets shot, Jack being adorable, Jack gets injured too :(, no explicit age gap, this is just rlly cute idk it's sweet I love Hotch so much I need him Summary: When you get hired as the BAU's stand-by medic, the team leader ends up being the hardest part of your job. Disclaimer: Reader is chubby! She's always fat coded, but like usual she's not described here. Just know a chubby person was imagined when writing this <3 WC: 9k (Hotch is the love of my life I could go on about him forever) This is definitely not medically accurate, please just enjoy for the sake of the story. I LOVE HOTCH I WANNA SMOOCH HIM
As weird as it was, band aids were the thing you remembered most from your childhood. You grew up as a canvas for any sort of scrape, cut, or bruise. Any wound that made your parents feel mildly worried to utterly terrified were ones that decorated your body frequently. You never tried to assign any meaning to why you became a doctor, simply crediting it as your call to the profession - to people. If you had to, though, your consistently bruised adolescent body is the best root cause you could think of. It seemed only right that the kid who couldnât keep her skin in tact would grow to love helping others. You liked to think thatâs how you kept your head an average size. Your bosses and co-workers had raved about your abilities no matter the job you took, and after a while you had to start prioritizing keeping your humility. You had started as just a kid with bruises.Â
You tended to ground yourself with those same memories in times like this. For as long as youâd worked in the hospital, you held some disdain for agents. You saw many federal ones, being so close to the HQ for divisions like Behavioral Analysis, but some locals swung by too. Youâd had far too many experiences of them being snappy, demanding, and usually inconsiderate to the team of people trying to save someone. You understood the individuals you were committed to helping often got there by doing monstrous things, but demanding to talk to someone when they were bleeding out and half-conscious always forced your tongue between your teeth in an effort to stay respectful. Especially now, pushing a stretcher with 3 other workers while trying to shake off the feds trailing after him. You recognized them, Agents Rossi and Hotchner, if you remembered correctly.Â
âWeâll need to talk to him immediately.â The man - Rossi, you assumed, seeing as he was going gray and had less of a charge fueling his steps - spoke quickly as the two men followed your team.
âBe here when heâs out of surgery.â You didnât bother to look back, trying to convey your annoyance and praying they got the hint.Â
âHeâs killed three women and has another one hostage. We donât have time.â The other one piped up, easily keeping pace with you.
Abandoning your previous strategy, you let your team push the man into the operating room, shutting the door behind them and whipping around to face the duo. âI understand that, sir, believe me.â You were more elevated than you would have liked, years of unease unfortunately slipping through your efforts to withhold them. âBut whatever happened when you found him left him barely breathing. You canât speak to a corpse. Youâll have your time when heâs stable. Go do your job and let me do mine.â You tensed your calves planning to turn around, but quickly felt the guilt catch up to you. âIâll call you if he wakes up.â
âIf?âÂ
You sighed. You hated profilers. âIâll call you.âÂ
âCall the headquarters.â He was scribbling down a number on the back of a hospital business card. âAsk for Agent Hotch. Weâll be waiting.â You nodded your head once, taking the card from his hands. He started walking away as he thanked you. âWe appreciate it.â Sure.
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The surgery to save the man had been a trip and half. One of the bullets had internally ricocheted, and the other two were lodged next to crucial arteries. You praised your mother for giving you steady hands as you inched them out of him. It took you and your team six hours and fifteen minutes to get his heartbeat steady, you estimated heâd be knocked out all night. You should call, you thought. You had no idea how late these people worked but they were more than likely expecting to talk tonight and you didnât know if thatâd be possible. You fished the card out of your pocket, his handwriting was impressively neat for how fast heâd written the number. You heard the line ring twice before someone picked up.Â
âThis is Penelope Garcia with the Behavioral Analysis Unit, who am I speaking to?â
âUh- Iâm Dr. L/n down at Quantico Med. Iâm looking for Agent Hotch?â Your words tilted up at the end of your sentence. The casual nature of his shortened name left a weird feeling in your mouth after you said it. âI have an update on a patient he was asking after.â
âIs this about an unsub?âÂ
âA what?â She lacked professionalism. You wondered briefly if he had just given you the phone number of an employee.
âIâm sorry-â she laughed slightly. âIs this about a suspect? Hotch told me someone might be calling.â
âUm - yeah itâs about a suspect. He was brought in earlier. Is Agent Hotch there? Iâm sorry maâam but I've been in an operating room for the past 6 hours and I want to go home.â You hoped sheâd respect your honesty, you really didnât have the patience to explain yourself to someone new.Â
She chuckled. âI got you honey, Iâll page you over.â The line went dead for a second before the ringing resumed. Please be quick, you prayed, get me out of this fucking hospital.
âHotchner.â His voice was rougher over the phone. You guessed the long hours started to weigh on him by this time of night. You always felt it the most around this time, too.
âHi, sir. This is Dr. L/n from the hospital. We managed to stabilize your guy, but itâs unlikely heâll be up before tomorrow. I know it was assumed heâd be awake tonight but it took longer to operate than expected.â Your guys put 3 bullets in him, so sorry for the inconvenience. âIâll be here all day tomorrow. You can come by at any time and Iâll let you in.â
âAre you positive we canât talk to him tonight? I understand the situation is difficult but this case is extremely time sensitive. Iâm sure thatâs not lost on you.â You cursed the man for not being more condescending in his delivery. Thinking of the poor person either trapped or dead right now due to the guy you just saved made you sick.Â
âI know.â Fucking hell. âI can wake him up.â A quarter dose of adrenaline works wonders. âBe here in fifteen minutes. You wonât have much time to talk to him.â
âThank you.â He hung up. You put your head in your hands. Just a little kid with bruises.
âÂ
The layout of the BAU made you envious of the workers here. Youâre sure theyâd dealt with atrocities beyond what the average person could stomach, but you also worked within the belly of the beast and man were those hospital hallways claustrophobic. The daylight shone beautifully through the large windows, and you asked yourself if youâd be able to cope with all the paperwork in exchange for a feel like this. There werenât any front desks, nowhere to sign in, so you sat in one of the chairs by the door and waited to see if something would happen. You had been specifically requested to visit the building , a note signed âStraussâ being left with the hospital secretary. You didnât like being called on by a stranger, it made you nervous beyond belief. Youâre sure anyone walking by assumed you were being charged with something. Sweating like a sinner in church.
âDr. L/n?â A woman was standing near you, having completely avoided your eyesight until now. âIâm the board supervisor, Erin Strauss. Thank you for coming.â The woman was nice enough, but she seemed rigid, clearly confident in her authority. She led you to her office and gestured to the chair facing her desk.
âIâll cut right to the chase.â She smoothed her pencil skirt as she sat down. âThe BAU is seeking a stand-by medic and Iâd like to offer you the position. Youâre revered highly by your previous places of employment and your current boss has only good things to say. Along with a personal reference by an employee of mine, youâre certainly a person of interest. Youâd be working interchangeably with three other individuals, however you would be the first one called when needed.â
That is definitely not what you were expecting. You were almost immediately ready to turn down the offer. You didnât work well with cops. You worked well in a hospital, going into the field to patch the wounds of both good and evil was a less than appealing deal to you.Â
âYouâd be on call while you worked your current position at Quantico Medical, when youâre at home you can remain there, but youâll be flying with the rest of the team when they leave. You will be entered into a federal database, and employed as a stand-in for hospitals near you when working abroad.â She went on to explain youâd be paid salary, and when you heard just how much you could add to your monthly income by doing this, you took it. You were doing fine, you definitely didnât need the financial boost, but you had family that could use it. Your niece had been close to turning down college because of the cost, so some extra money could really set her up.Â
âExcellent. Youâll start your field training next Monday.â She was shuffling papers into a hefty stack as she talked. âCome back when youâve finished this and Iâll arrange a team meeting.â The stack was even heavier than you expected when you picked it up. It was far too early to be regretting your decision.Â
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The first day of training had been easy enough. You werenât an agent, so you avoided having to learn weapons or combat. It generally consisted of learning efficiency, along with how to work properly with agents and the expected etiquette when dealing with an unsub. You had met the team only once by now. Everyone had been nice - Garcia especially - but aside from her nobody had been particularly welcoming. The conditions of your job were a bit strange, basically capitalizing on the what ifs that came with the FBI title, and that created a bit of distance between you and the rest of the team. They questioned the necessity of you, theyâd survived this long without a stand-by medic with them, why did they need one now?
Above any disregard for those in law enforcement sat your stubbornness. You knew they were on the fence about you, the most logical thing for you to do now would be attend every session required of you and prove yourself through pure accomplishment. Easy in theory, much harder to execute when Aaron Hotch is the one youâre learning from. He was a good teacher - youâd give him that - he had a confidence to him that easily dominated a room, attracted eyes in a way other men couldnât manage. Youâd ignored the initial stir in your stomach when meeting him in favor of attempting to scold him and his partner. Now, it was much harder to quell the slight pound in your head or the sweat on your palms. He was just standing up front, lecturing on the importance of a team, but his attire was the only thing able to break through the haze in your mind. Every time heâd shown up at the hospital, heâd donned a suit, a slightly baggy blazer worked incredibly well as a shield to your curiosity. That had clearly changed, as he shed the overcoat when talking to the class, having just a white button up adorn his torso. You took notice of the rolled up sleeves, clearing your throat quietly to snap yourself back into focus. You had the intention of snuffing out this little thing of yours but were a living contradiction at this point, setting on the goal of avoidance while barely ignoring the sight of the veins on his arms. You pondered the thought of sleeping with some man at a bar just to get this out of your system, but remembered how little projecting attraction onto someone else helps a situation. In other words, you were probably fucked.
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The first mission you worked with the team had you flying to a tiny Georgia town to investigate a string of bodies being found in ransacked homes. It seemed to be a simple motive, robbery turned to murder, but the team was called down to help once the kill count hit five. You had been expecting a long commercial flight, figuring youâd need to invest in a good neck pillow and some aspirin. Nobody had bothered to inform you the Bureau utilized private air travel, or that youâd be flying in one with people youâd known for two weeks. Youâre sure you looked a little out of place, looking around the plane without being obvious you were doing it and adjusting to the sight of couches on planes. The others, having had this privilege for years now, took their respective seats. You had been nervous about that, unfortunately. The unsure feeling of where to sit reminding you painfully of high school cafeterias and inferior reputations. The only open seat happened to be right next to the man youâd been ducking away from the past two weeks. Lovely. He took a moment to look at you when you sat. You were prepared to talk to him, but for now you busied yourself with rummaging through your bag looking for nothing and pretending not to see him in your peripherals.
âDo you get sick on planes?â He seemed to have a deeper motive when he asked, like you saying yes would solve a puzzle in his head.
âNot really.â Youâd only been on a plane a handful of times. âTurbulence can make me nervous, but I think thatâs fairly normal.â You thought momentarily that perhaps he would blame your obvious anxiety on that instead of his proximity to you. He was a profiler, youâre sure he picked up on tells for nerves you werenât even aware you had, but maybe heâd write it off. âWhy do you ask?â
âYou seemâŠâ He trailed off for a moment, looking over your face to try and categorize your expression. âI donât know, lost?â He smiled, light and easy, and you realized he was trying to reach out to you. The comfortability in the gesture made your head spin. It was like a shot of morphine, enveloping your body in a dull elation - an escape. You wanted that comfortability, wanted him to feel weightless around you. There had been a certain tension between the two of you since you started. He was warmer than the rest, but also more awkward. Your first real interaction had been an outburst, and it left you hesitant to talk to him.Â
You chuckled at his remark. âNo I -â You shook your head as you spoke, as if shaking off his accusation. âNobody told me about the jet. Youâd think exclusive aircraft would be in the job predecessor.â
He nodded in agreement, holding a slight upturn on his lips. âYes, you would.â He glances away to check the time, looking back to you quickly like you were his homebase. âStrauss has a habit of getting ahead of herself. Plus, weâre all pretty used to it by now. I have to remind her sometimes that normal provisions donât have a TI.â
âIâm sure.â It was clear sheâd worked with the unit for a while. âEven if they did, though, theyâd never find another Garcia.â You thought of the woman, bright and sparkly and incredibly good at her job. âYou guys are lucky to have her.â
He stared at you, losing a hint of the lightheartedness and letting a wave of genuinity intertwine with it. âYou have her too, Y/n.â His eyes were like a trap, rich pools of honey just begging to tug you down in. âYouâre a member of this team. Donât think your newness makes you inferior to anyone else on it. Weâre lucky to have you too.â
Fuck, you were whipped. âI really appreciate that, sir.â
He smiled, shaking his head and waving you off. âDonât with the sir, please. Itâs bad enough when Garcia does it. You can call me Aaron.â Not even the other team members called him that, a thought that seemed to strike you both simultaneously. âOr Hotch, whatever you prefer.â
You just looked at him, letting a smile rouse your lips and trying your hardest not to let the effect he had on you reach your face. âOk.â
â
The first case had been good training wheels, simply tending to a vic who needed stitches and getting a feel for the life of a field agent. Youâd been adjusting nicely to it, quickly getting used to working random hospitals and waiting to be needed on an active crime scene. The others had warmed up to you tremendously after getting back, opening their circle for one more, and you couldnât be more grateful. A team like this was something youâd wanted for a while, growing more and more unsatisfied with the callous ER workspace by the day. Ironically, there was much more life in jobs dealing with murder. He had also been warming up to you. The two of you hit the status of work-place friends nearly instantly. The endearing encounter on the plane simmered inside you for a while. The memory of it prompting you to keep talking to him, always searching for a fix of the painkiller youâd felt that day.Â
You werenât a profiler, but you were unfathomably infatuated, leading you to never miss his tone getting softer with you, or any one of his touches that lingered for just a second too long. It just barely bypassed the line of friendship, but you never lost sight of that linear barrier, so it was incredibly prevalent to you when he breached it. You scoffed at the idea of any reciprocity, brushing off every remark made by a coworker or the one horrific time you heard JJ refer to the two of you as âmom and dad.â This wasnât a plausible thing. This was a stupid workplace crush that was more of a hindrance than anything. The growing closeness between you and him would have itâs effects properly restrained to the confines of your head, only permitted to express themselves once you were away from the man. It was an odd dynamic, but Aaron wasnât an obvious guy, so trying to define the edges of you two would only draw attention to the fact you had been looking at all. No thank you.
âShit.â The team was sitting around the table going over their files. You were mainly there for support, as you were never a part of the lead up to the catch, the chase. You heard Hotch mumble the exclamation under his breath and looked over to see the trouble. He was looking down at his phone, jaw resting between his thumb and pointer finger. You got up and moved to sit next to him, the motion virtually ignored by everyone else as they continued searching for connections.
âEverything ok?â You mumbled to him, trying not to disturb your friends who were nearly nose-deep in their files.Â
âYeah.â He sighed. âJackâs sitter canceled. I wanted to stay here to go over the latest crime scene but I guess Iâll have to raincheck.â The killings of your latest unsub had been increasing. You knew the collective stress that was starting to boil within the team. Him going home would only slow them down, a horrible addition to a killer that was speeding up.Â
You volunteered your night away before you even got a chance to think about it.Â
âI can watch him.âÂ
Surprise was apparent in the raise of his eyebrows. âI appreciate it, but I couldnât ask that of you.
Youâre fairly certain you would do anything he asked of you, but the nobility of the man in this case almost made you roll your eyes. âNo, please. I offered and I would love to. Iâm not helping anyone just sitting here, and you leaving would slow them down. You know what to look for here, I donât. I donât want another girl going missing just cause your sitter flaked. I can do it.â
He seemed mildly speechless. âI -â He paused, trying to find the wording he wanted. âI suppose youâre right. Iâll send you the address, if youâre sure.â He looked at you with more adoration than youâd ever had directed at you, so intense your eyes instinctively ducked down. âThank you, Y/n.â He was so touched by the action it made you slightly sad to think about. Had no one ever helped him? Maybe you were raised weird, this seemed hardly beyond common decency to you.Â
âWhat are friends for?â He exhaled a slight laugh in gratuitous agreement, but you saw the glimmer of his eyes dull slightly. The notion surely reflected in your own eyes as the words burned your tongue. Friends.
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Jack was a delight. A well mannered, clearly well raised kid. Parts of his dad shined so vibrantly in him that youâre sure youâd be able to pick him out of a crowd based on mannerisms alone. Hotch had called Jackâs daycare, verifying your identity and giving you the ok to go pick him up. He seemed quiet on the way home, but rushed to give you a tour of the house, and excitedly led you to his line up of toy trains once youâd entered the place. There was a shift between you and Hotch that happened when you gave the offer. A shift that was now only just settling in you. This was his house. His space, his stuff, his place of security. Heâd invited you into it, gave you permission to enter it, to exist within it, and it was strangely intoxicating. He was intoxicating, and you realized quickly how much you ached for the permanence of it. Youâd made Jack dinner, played for a bit, went out for ice cream per his pleading, and wished him a peaceful goodnight when his bedtime rolled around. Heâd dubbed you his âbest babysitter everâ and you knew as soon as the words hit your ears that youâd be watching him again. Youâre sure situations like today popped up frequently for Hotch, you could be a valuable asset to him when you had free time. He would be saving money too. No need to pay a sitter when you were being paid by the Bureau every second you were there. Aaron had gotten home a few minutes past one, utterly exhausted and uncharacteristically apologetic. He was sorry for being gone so long, making you stay so late, everything and anything the man could apologize for was pouring out of his mouth. Heâd welcomed you to stay, but his hair was messy from messing with it all night, and heâd ditched the suit jacket for a gray long sleeve. Youâd wanted to take the opportunity, wanted to bask in the safety of him for as long as heâd allow it, but those restrained thoughts were clawing the walls of your skull with a vigor unlike anything youâd felt before. It would be abhorrent to dream about the man while in the confines of his home. You couldnât do that - you wouldnât. You brushed off any apology he could conjure and let him escort you out the door. His hand was on your lower back, and his voice was low from the siphoning nature of the day.Â
âThank you, again.â He looked at you. âYouâre a lifesaver.â Youâd expected to hear some humor in his voice. The start of banter between friends, a casual appreciation for a job well done, but there wasnât any. He sounded rough, slightly beat down, his eyes filled with a sincerity all aimed at you. A blend of pure adoration and a deeper level of dedication. Was this a commitment? What kind?
Heat bubbled in your stomach as you made eye contact. âPlease.â You shook your head slightly. âJackâs an angel. Youâre clearly as good at this as you are profiling.â You nodded in the vague direction of Jackâs bedroom as you referenced the kid. âIt was my pleasure. Iâd love to do it again, if youâll let me.âÂ
He sighed out a small laugh and broke your gaze for a moment, looking back to you as he spoke. âIâd like that.â
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Youâd seen Jack a multitude of times after that. Aaron was never particularly fond of asking you, claiming that he appreciated the gesture but it was mainly Jackâs begging that made him cave. That, and your persistence. You liked Jack a lot, and more selfishly, you liked being around Aaronâs stuff. It was a little creepy, yes, but you felt better acquainted with him after being around his things. An energetic type of understanding, the type that deepened a connection without words. He was needed late tonight, and as much as you hated denying an offer to see Jack, you had priorities at the hospital. The previous sitter wasnât able to watch him, so she gave a personal recommendation, and Jack got stuck with a stranger. You thought about him while working, probing and patching people half-focused with the desire to be elsewhere. Youâd felt mildly guilty about it, but itâs not like it altered your work, so you figured it was harmless.Â
You wondered slightly if you manifested the event you were watching play out. You watched in pure disbelief as a sobbing Jack was being carried into the ER by a flustered blonde woman. There was blood staining the right sleeve of his shirt, pouring out of his skin in a surplus and completely soaking through the material. A jagged piece of glass was standing at attention in his wrist, having sliced through the fabric like butter. He was marked âurgent,â who knows if the shard had hit an artery or where the glass had come from.Â
Most other doctors were busy, either operating or tending to patients. Youâd walked to the front desk, remaining as calm as your racing heart would let you, and told the secretary to assign the case to you. âI know this one. Let me take him.â She just nodded, marking your name down as the primary doctor and allowing you to take him back.Â
Walking up to the blonde woman, you assumed this had been the new babysitter. She was a wreck, trying to explain what happened through her own hysteria while simultaneously having her words drowned out by the crying child. âItâs ok, maâam.â Youâd reassured her, obviously she hadnât intended the injury. âLet me take him, Iâm a friend of his father.â You saw the calmness dilate her eyes, making itself apparent in the relaxation of her tense shoulders. You removed the bleeding boy from her arms, holding him against you and cooing at him the way you would a baby. You took him to a stretcher a few feet away and laid him down, ensuring his wounded arm stayed flat in an attempt to slow the blood. He was on the brink of passing out, his body not having nearly enough energy for the sobbing on top of losing vital fluid. âJack.â You addressed him directly, two more doctors aiding your transfer to an examination room. âI need you to stay with me, buddy. Just a little longer, I promise. Youâre gonna be just fine.â You pushed with one hand, caressing his non-injured arm to emphasize your affection. âJust a little longer.â You looked at him in between looking forward to keep the stretcher straight, seeing that same adoration from his fatherâs eyes mirrored in his. You felt protective, realizing you cared for the Hotchners much more than you let yourself believe. Little kid with bruises, you skimmed through your origins in your mind in an attempt to center your focus. Just a little kid with bruises.
Two hours later, Jack was stitched up and sleeping soundly. You knew his sitter had called Hotch, probably as soon as something happened, and were not surprised to find him idle in a waiting room chair. He was leaned forward, head in his hands and knee bouncing violently. He heard footsteps getting closer, a feeling within him recognizing them as yours, and he looked up. His eyes were teary, tired. The look of a concerned father.
âHow is he?â Youâd never witnessed this type of worry in him, heard the amount of desperation in his voice.
You smiled lightly as a predecessor to Jackâs wellbeing. âHeâs fine. Glass missed his arteries. We had him patched up in around an hour and a half. Gave him a lollipop and a light sedative to get him to rest. He should be all set to go in the morning.âÂ
He sighed, and the amount of stress that audibly left his body made you feel a little lighter from where you stood. âThank God.â
âHey man, give us a little credit.â You joked, relieved when you heard the slight laugh come from his downturned head. Pity laugh, probably, but it was a cherished sound nonetheless.Â
âYou have full credit, Y/n.â He shook his head, raising it to look at you. âQuite the hero.â
You almost physically recoiled from the term, rushing to correct him while maintaining the lighthearted nature. âDefinitely not.â You rejected the praise. âJust doing my job. Iâm glad I could help him.â
He leaned back in his chair, relaxing for a second before he planned to stand up. âNoble.â He chuckled. âBut you helped my son. Thatâs about as heroic as it gets to me, doc.â
Blood rushed to your ears at your professional title being used so affectionately. âGo check on your kid, Hotch.â You waved back towards the direction of Jack, knowing that even though he was asleep, heâd want to see him anyway. You also hoped the slight distraction would draw his attention away from your increasingly flustered state. âYouâll have plenty of time to praise me.â You werenât entirely sure youâd wanted the sentence to exit your mouth, but it was too late to bite your tongue.
He raised his eyebrows so slightly that you scolded yourself for having noticed. Such a minuscule action that seemed to move mountains within your brain. âOh?â
âShut up.â You rolled your eyes at your own remark. âIâm walking away. You know what I meant.â
âMhm.â He smiled, nodding his head dramatically and rising from his seat. âJust name a time and place, doc. Iâll do good on that promise.â
You went momentarily braindead, hoping your eyes werenât giving away the less than work appropriate feeling pumping through your veins. You stared baffled at him for what was definitely a millisecond too long before giving a half-shocked, half-flattered laugh and gesturing him away. âSay that when youâre not obviously sleep deprived and delirious and maybe we can arrange it.â The last thing you heard was him, laughing the way you do when youâre very serious but desperately trying to pass it off as a joke. You knew it well, having done it almost every time you were around him since you started. Comfortable, witty retorts between friends. âHave a good night, Aaron.âÂ
Aaron, he thought. Heâd remember that.
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That had been the second shift between the two of you. Felt immediately by both parties and tossing you both into the deep end of whatever youâd been building with him. Heâd been much more touchy, seemingly subconscious on his part but noticed by every part of your body, mind, and soul. You thought about what it could mean, then sunk even further into your incoherent mind when realizing just how subconscious the actions really were. He was just drawn to you. You had viscerally fought that conclusion as it came to you but it genuinely could not be anything else. He was touching you more because - whether on the surface or deeper down - he just wanted to, and that fact was wrecking you. You were so fucking into him that it hurt. Hurt to look at him or be in his home watching Jack or have his knee pressed against yours in the back of car during a team outing. It all hurt because he wasnât yours. He seemed into you, too. Of course, you didnât know to what extent. You worried maybe he hadnât said anything yet because he simply didnât like you enough, and that hurt more than any other factor. It was a foolish notion - one you would have abandoned instantly had you peeked inside his head - but alas, no such luck.
Heâd been more relaxed, too. The two of you reaching a point in your relationship you hadnât ever let yourself dream about. He was funny, achieving that lightness around you that youâd wanted from the start. Heâd gotten riskier, amping up the dial on his remarks a bit. Starting with those like the hospital, ending with ones that made you have to take a breather in the room where they kept the coffee. It hadnât gone unnoticed, per say, but the others were certainly ignorant to the true depth of the change. You simply couldnât measure it by witnessing, you had to feel it. And fuck were you feeling it.Â
A week or so after Jackâs ER visit, youâd asked after him. You didnât know if the regret was immediate, but it flooded through you quickly. Aaron got nervous, shifty, like youâd touched a live wire of his and he now had to patch it up before it blew. You got concerned, asking if something happened with his stitches or if Jack was now showing some sort of trauma response to the event. Was that even plausible? You werenât sure, PTSD wasnât exactly your strong suit. However, he quickly stated that wasnât the case, noting that Jack was actually in perfect health and had been relentless about wanting you over for dinner.
âHeâs grateful.â Hotch was smiling with paternal reluctance, proud of his son for having such good morals but also uncomfortable with the possibility of rejection he was facing. âHe wants to see you, say thank you for âsaving his life.â He emphasized the last bit in a sarcastic tone, both of you knowing his life hadnât been in danger but also knowing that fact wouldnât deter the boy from considering you some type of guardian angel. âWould you be up for it?â If you hadnât been so focused on snuffing out the heat rushing to your face, you would have seen that same heat reflected in a slight pink across his cheeks.Â
âDefinitely.â You smiled at the thought of the boy bugging his dad about getting you to the house. âWhen were you thinking?â
âSaturday night?â Both of you were scheduled to be off that day, and you found yourself begging whatever merciful being would listen to not have some lead to chase that day. âHeâll want the day to prepare.â He chuckled.
âOh no.â You joked. Prepare? You couldnât even begin to imagine what that meant. âWell, I am extremely curious to find out what an eight year old boy has to prepare for. How about seven? Would that be good?â
Aaron felt his palms start to sweat. Heâd never actually been around his house when youâd been there, only seeing you on your way out. âThatâs perfect.â
âGreat.â You smiled, checking the time and realizing you needed to get going to the hospital. âIâm looking forward to it.â You nodded slightly as one last confirmation and headed out, suppressing a giddy smile while trying to force yourself into a headspace you could work in.Â
In the meantime, Aaron watched you walk off from where heâd been perched on your desk, entirely oblivious to the man watching the scene.
âAs I live and breathe.â Rossi had crept up on him, not spooking him but rather suspending him in a state of immeasurable embarrassment. âAaron Hotcher has a crush.â The man held his shoulder, patting him there like a father witnessing his son get his first girlfriend. âSheâs a good one. Quite the eye you got, Aaron.â Then he was gone, walking away with Aaronâs dignity clasped in his hands. Closing his eyes in pure mortification, Hotch simply thanked God that nobody else was around for that and walked away with the intention of fusing to his office chair to avoid ever looking at Rossi again. At least youâd said yes, he thought. He didnât know how heâd cope with his friend watching him swing and miss.
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The daylight seemed to be anticipating this more than you were, hours passing by like minutes until eventually the sun woke you up on Saturday morning. It was blazing through the cracks in your blinds, settling in slim lines across your floor, as light and gentle as snow. Youâd been rehearsing your poker face in preparation for tonight. Writing safety manuals for any ungodly situation that could happen, everything from a fire to Aaron gaining the ability to read your mind and unearthing what you really thought about him. You were so happy that Jack held you in such high esteem, but your hands were shaking at the thought of sitting down with him and his father and acting like it wasnât the dynamic you fucking dreamt about. You knew it was a good sign of compatibility if someoneâs cat liked you - did their child liking you mean the same thing? You hoped Jackâs seemingly innate approval of you gave you at least a couple brownie points. Aaron had called you a hero. Swiftly ignoring the memory of what heâd said after he called you a hero, you pulled out your phone. You and him didnât really speak outside of work and babysitting schedules, but you were pacing around your room and needed something to give you a semblance of structure, a reassurance - even if it was just for the time. You texted, asking if you were still on for tonight, then went to go make breakfast and inevitably pace some more. Heâd gotten back to you about twenty minutes later, confirming the time and giving details of how excited Jack was about it. You smiled at that, praying tonight would be as smooth as humanly possible and you could walk away with an ounce of emotional control. You set an intention, this wouldnât deepen your feelings for Aaron. Was it a pointless goal? Yes. Was it also highly unlikely to prove true? Yes. But the loose plan you worked around the resolution almost completely extinguished the anxiety that had been blazing for hours now. It would be fine, you thought. Completely and utterly fine.Â
The same words were looping through your thoughts when you got to his front door. Casual - but still minorly more dressed up than heâd seen you. Youâd put a little extra effort into your appearance, mainly to pass the time if you were honest, and you walked in with mild confidence fueling your steps. You did your best not to ogle him, he was in an attire that was already threatening to unravel the safety net of the goal you set. You were used to the suits hidden beneath blazers you cursed the existence of, maybe a snippet of his forearms when he rolled up his sleeves late at night. Now, though, he sported a simple black tee, more comfortable than youâd ever seen him. Domesticity was practically oozing from the entire situation. You felt the pieces slip into place as Jack ran up behind him, and you almost cried with how badly you wanted this feeling to be your normal.Â
âHey, buddy.â You laughed as he hugged you, reciprocating the act as well as you could from the multiple feet you had on his height. âHowâs the arm?â
He raised up his wrist, now gauze free and proudly showed off the scar there. You played up the genuine admiration you felt for him. âThatâs a pretty gnarly scar.â He nodded in response, probably feeling cool for the evidence he handled such an injury. âI donât want to see you back in my operating room, you hear me? Scared the life out of us.â The scolding was playful, and he giggled at your words.
Aaron huffed in agreement, cocking his head to the side slightly. âYou can say that again.â Jack looked between you two, smiling and seemingly thinking something neither of you could decipher. To break the moment of silence, Aaron patted his shoulder. âWhy donât you tell her whatâs on the menu, buddy?â
He told you, and you hummed along to his words, commenting that it sounded delicious and actually meaning it. He ran away a second later - presumably back to whatever heâd been doing before you got there - and left you and Aaron alone. Venturing into the kitchen, you saw multiple pans and pots sitting neatly on the stove, table set and ready to be utilized. Everything was being kept warm, and you finally gained an appetite after having wrestled with nerves all day.Â
âDo you want a drink?â He asked it while entering the kitchen, pausing to look at you.Â
âPlease.â You were desperate to calm yourself, eager to subdue the shaking of your hands. âDo you have any wine?â You werenât the biggest fan, but you couldnât think of a drink more fitting for the evening.
He nodded slightly. âRed or white?â
âWhite.â
He chuckled. âThought so.â It was quiet, more to himself than you as he was already walking away from you when he said it. Heâd thought about what kind of wine you liked, you thought. Heâd thought about you. He pulled two wine glasses down from the cupboard, then walked over to the fridge. He reached above it, barely having to stretch, and pulled an uncorked bottle from the storage up there. You felt your legs tense looking at how tall he was, how sure he was of his actions. Jesus. Itâs been five minutes and you were crumbling. You watched his hands as he uncorked the bottle, reading the label and realizing the brand.
You furrowed your eyebrows. âSeems a little fancy for a dinner.â
He laughed under his breath as he finished pouring the glasses, walking back over to sit next to you on the island stools. âYouâre a guest of honor.â He placed yours in front of you. âI thought it was fitting.âÂ
You searched, but couldnât find the humor in his tone. You raised your eyebrows slightly. âAm I?â It was sarcastic, you needed to stop the heat in your stomach from spreading. âI didnât know doing your job earned such a title.â
He was drinking as you spoke, finishing his sip before joking back. âYouâre a doctor.â He said. âI thought you knew that better than anyone.â
You sucked air through your teeth as if wounded by his words. âTouche.â You took a sip of your drink, relishing the taste. Damn, he didnât come to play. He laughed, and you set your glass back down. âOk, I have to know.â He drew his attention to you. âWhat the hell did Jack need the day to prepare for?â The question had been on your mind since he asked you.
He took a drink, chuckling with a mouthful then swallowing so he could reply. âHe actually helped cook most of this.â He nodded towards the stove full of different dishes. âThat was what he needed the day for. Time for trial and error.â
You grinned at the thought of Jack and Aaron spending the day in aprons, making sure everything turned out perfect. âThat is the cutest thing Iâve ever heard.â
He looked back towards Jack, coloring in the living room, close enough to see but far enough to miss your discussions. âHe gets nervous around you.â
That surprised you. âWhy on Earth would he be nervous around me?â You took your turn looking at the boy, an idea hitting you and making you feel sick. âWait, I didnât do something did I?â
He looked back at you, smiling. âNo, no. Nothing like that. He gets nervous because he likes you. He knows who you are to me, too, so he wants to make a good impression.â
Your mind latched onto that sentence and played it like a broken record, bouncing between your ears over and over. âOh?â Your lips were curling up at the corners, eyebrows furrowing as you got ready to hold him to that statement. âAnd who might I be to you, Aaron?â
Fuck. Heâd let that slip past his lips without even thinking about it. So used to being in the confidential company of his son. Good thing he used to be a lawyer and could lie his ass off. âMost of his sitters arenât also my coworkers.â He delivered it the smoothest way he could, smiling and drinking to hopefully exude a false comfortability that he certainly wasnât feeling.
âMhm.â You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to look sarcastic but in truth downplaying the sting you felt. What if this had been one-sided all along? You hadnât prepped a safety guide for that.
Luckily, Jack came sprinting into the kitchen a second later, pleading with his father to eat now. Clinging to his leg and declaring how hunger was killing him by the second, dramatically threatening to wither away before your very eyes. You both shared a look, agreeing silently to put the kid out of his misery. The instinctual nature of the act hit you like a bolt of lightning. Both of you so in tune it was comical. The dinner had been lovely, and you reminded yourself to encourage Jack to keep up his cooking hobby. Maybe you could foster a professional chef. Youâd talked with them both, light and the happiest youâd felt in a while. There it was, you realized. That weightless feeling you wanted to give him. You felt it in yourself too, and you could only pray it was because he felt it first. When dinner concluded, youâd help clean up while Jack resumed his coloring. His bedtime was soon, and you didnât want him to spend his last hour washing pans. He was nearly delirious by the time 9:00 graced the clock, tired from the preparation of the day and needing to get to sleep. Heâd given you a hug goodnight, thanked you for coming like the gentleman he was, and that was the last you saw of him. The rest of your time there was spent on the couch with Aaron, you both held a second glass of wine, and you noticed it manifest in the blush on his face. He was gorgeous, and you were staring. You know your eyes went to his lips a couple times as he spoke, low and rougher as the time ushered more light out of the sky. You saw his eyes slip down a few times too, this sort of unspoken, agonizing rule of look donât touch. Heâd walked you to the door, thanked you for your attendance, and then you were leaving. Sitting in your car, warm on the inside from both his presence and the anger you felt at yourself for not just kissing him. You were so incredibly needy for this - for him, and that fact just sat with you, like a raincloud constantly in a state of downpour, never letting you forget the pure fucking craving you had for him.
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You think the start of your blackout was Morganâs panicked voice over the speaker. Youâd been stationed in your typical hut, equipped with medical gear and waiting on someone to need you. It was almost never your team in need of service, typically you were tending to an injured hostage or sometimes the unsub themselves, but never your friends. Your breath had been baited since youâd heard the gun go off. You knew the case was dealing with an aggressive attacker, youâd been expecting a fight, but nothing is ever more excruciating than waiting to hear who the shot was meant for. Derek crying out your name followed by a âget in here. Hotch is down, we need you in here.â had you ready to run the soles of your shoes down to dust just to make it in time. In time. God, in time for what? Youâd ran past Emily and Rossi hauling out the unsub, anger evident in their treatment of him. How bad was it? How bad had he got him to have them acting like that?
The scene was bloody. Your brain switching off and forcing you into autopilot as you registered the pool of Hotchâs blood that Morgan was kneeling in. He was putting pressure on the wound, an attempt to stop the bleeding but it was flowing like a river. He wouldnât make it to the hospital like this, you realized. He wouldnât make it to the fucking hospital. You were holding his life in between your hands right now, the slightest tremor could sever that chord and you were feeling the pressure hard. Aaron was leaned against the wall, slumping down slightly which was only making the bleeding increase under the internal pressure.Â
You looked at Morgan, putting on the bravest face you could muster and effectively seizing control of the situation. âMorgan.â You got his attention quickly. âOn three I need you to lift him away from the wall. I need to check for an exit wound.â He just nodded, doing exactly as youâd told him when you reached three. You checked the area, finding an exit wound in nearly the same spot. Itâd been a straight line. You sighed in relief. Thank fucking God. âOk, Morgan, I need you to put pressure on the wound on his back. Iâm going to stitch the front to give us the time we need for the hospital drive but I need you to hold it. You got me?âÂ
He nodded once. âI got it.â He moved his hand from the front to the back, Aaron wincing at the switch.
You took out the numbing cream from your pack, knowing it wouldnât do much for a gushing bullet wound but hoping it would at least quell the sting of a needle. You took out the needle, threading it with hands frighteningly stagnant as the adrenaline gave you tunnel vision. You had to save him. âAaron.â You looked at him as you prepped his skin for the procedure. âIâm gonna need to double stitch this, and itâs gonna hurt like hell. I need you to stay with me.âÂ
The man just nodded, exhaling in exhaustion. âDo it.â
You worked as quickly as possible, gaining hope as you listened to the ambulance approach. âThere you go.â You said under your breath, at this point you couldnât tell if you were reassuring him or yourself. You looked to Morgan, who was still sealing the other injury. âHelp me get him up. Keep your hand on there. These stitches are gonna give us twenty minutes tops. Hold his shoulders straight and walk quickly.â You counted again, both of you rising when you hit three, taking the man with you. The walk to the ambulance was the longest of your life. Aaron was clinging to his consciousness but you knew he was losing grip. Finally getting him to the stretcher and slamming the doors was a relief like nothing else. There was no time to debate anyone else going, you rushed him in and sat right down beside him, taking off almost immediately after. The bleeding had slowed, and your hand took the place of Morganâs on his back. Since he was laying down, his full weight was on it, and you felt the circulation lessen more and more as it remained there. You couldnât care less, youâd let the blood drain from your entire arm if it meant Aaronâs survival. He hadnât passed out, which you thought was miraculous, simply walked the line of decently delirious. Groaning under his breath at every slight bump in the road.Â
âWhy am I always having to save you Hotchner men?â You knew now wasnât the time to be humorous, but you would have done anything to deviate from the tears in your eyes, the ball in your throat. You finally understood why it was frowned upon to date coworkers - it should be illegal to care this much.Â
âI donât know, honey.â The pet name was the kicker, allowing a tear to break the dam and roll down your cheek as he chuckled. âYou seem to be pretty damn good at it, though.â You laughed too, fighting the devastation you felt at the sight of him with the fact that he was clearly well enough to still be joking. âI should have kissed you when you came for dinner.â
Fuck. âAaron, now is not the time.â You chuckled slightly as more tears fell. This is absurd.
âI know but-â He flinched as the ambulance hit another bump. Almost there. âI might as well say it now.â You wondered if there was genuinely something wrong with him. âYouâve been all I can think about since the moment-'' He paused to breathe slightly in exertion, you giving a disapproving look as his confession took itâs toll. âsince the moment you started, you know that?â
âYou are dying! Please, for the love of God, Aaron. Use this energy to prevent that from happening.â Your scolding was dramatic, but your actual concern shone brightly through your ruse of sarcasm.Â
âExactly.â He was being equally as sarcastic. How on Earth did he manage this with a rapidly declining life force. âGive a dying man a chance. How unfortunate would it be if the last thing I hear before I go out is the woman of my dreams rejecting me?â
âJesus Christ.â You shook your head in pure amazement. This was by far the most goal oriented man youâd ever met. âIâll let you take me out if you shut the hell up and save your energy.â He smiled, letting his head hit the reclined back of the stretcher. âAfter you get better.â You added, reminding him that his recovery took priority. âDeal?â
âDeal.â This was probably the most insufferable man youâd ever met. âSuch a good motivator.â
Scratch that. Most insufferable man ever.
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*Pics not mine credits to the owner*
âą Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female!Reader.
âą Requested by anon: Could you please write a derek Morgan x reader smut where the reader and derek and the team obvi are on a case and while interviewing neighbors in the apartments the reader makes a stupid bet like "I bet whoever lives here is a hot single bachelor in his 20s" and then it's the opposite and when they are back in the car derek makes the reader pay up but with her panties and when she goes to get them back at the end of the day it leads to smut.
âą Warnings: a really brief mention of a murder case (itâs just a sentence), dirty talk, cuss words, making out, semi-public foreplay (f. receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up you guyssss!!)
âą Word count: 5.5K
âą A/N: my first Derek fic đ I hope you like it guys, please let me know what do you think about it and also comment, like and reblog, itâd mean the world. Sending lots of love to everyone â€ïž
What part of your brain thought it was a good idea to make a bet with Derek Morgan?
You didnât even know why you did it, it mustâve been the pleasure of losing because there was no way on earth you wouldâve won.
You and Morgan were about to go interview a witness for a case you were working on: a serial killer who was killing his victims by setting fires. You were walking next to each other while you thought of some way to make what was going to be a long and boring afternoon, interesting.
You and Derek had a, well⊠Particular relationship, to say the least.
Months prior you and him had started to have sex. It started out as a purely physical thing as you had always been very attracted to each other, but as time went on you found yourselves spending time together and enjoying each otherâs company even outside of a sexual sphere.
Your relationship, both from a working and private point of view, had always been characterized by a playful banter, mischievous jokes, by the constant flirting so it wasnât strange you both often found yourselves making bets aimed to make lose the otherâs mind.
In fact, it was at that moment that you came up with an idea for a bet, however forgetting he took them so seriously it seemed like his life depended on it, especially since most of the time he won, and the penances were of a sexual nature. Of course you didnât mind losing one bit.
âI bet whoever lives here is a hot single bachelor in his twenties,â you said, pointing to the apartment where you were heading, ready to question the witness. He grinned and glanced at you, hands shoved in his pockets.
âOh baby girl, you still donât understand itâs a losing battle?â
âWhatâs the matter Agent Morgan, you afraid of losing?â You challenged him with the deliberate pleasure of teasing him and in fact he immediately gave in to your provocation.
He chuckled, shaking his head slightly in amusement. You arrived in front of the apartment door that had the number â23â on its sign. You were standing facing each other while he thought about the penance, he wouldâve make you do if you â most likely â lost.
Another evil, mocking grin appeared on his lips, and you immediately knew you were in trouble. âYouâll give me your panties when you lose.â
âIf I lose.â
âWhen. But you can still back out.â
âNever.â
He held out a hand towards you but you didnât miss the way his eyes roamed over your body from head to toe, checking you out without shame. Over time you had learned to understand what he was thinking, what was hidden behind his look and you almost caught fire because you immediately recognized that look, it was the one he gave you when he was imagining you naked in every possible and imaginable position.
And in fact, you werenât wrong.
Just the thought of having your panties in his pocket, walking around and smelling you, was enough to make his dick stir in his pants.
You knew the odds of you winning the bet were slim, but your competitive nature made you shake Morganâs hand, and he gave you another one of his panty-ripping smiles.
âWipe that smirk off your face, donât take the victory for granted.â
He raised his hands in surrender, chuckling. âI would never dare but be realistic darling. Do you know how low the odds are?â.
âWhat if I win?â.
âYou wonât.â
âWhat if I win?â You repeated, crossing your arms over your chest.
He shrugged, very sure heâd win. âYouâll choose the penance.â
You thought about it for a moment and a mischievous smile appeared on your lips this time. âIâll do a strip tease and a lap dance.â
He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. âHow is that a penance? Baby Iâd drop on my knees right now to make this happen...â
ââŠBut youâll be handcuffed, you wonât be able to touch me and I wonât make you come.â
He opened his mouth wide, feeling his dick twitch just at the thought. He had to force himself to think of something else since he didnât want to question a witness with a raging hard on but it was awfully difficult when all he could do was imagine you strip teasing and grinding on his lap. âFuck I donât know if I should win or lose.â
âIf you want to end up with blue balls then you have to hope to lose.â
You knocked on the apartment door, still maintaining eye contact with Derek and trying to hold back your laughter since you knew exactly what he was thinking. You took your eyes away from him only to let them travel down his body and to the crotch of his pants which was clearly prominent at that moment. You bit your lip as you looked back at his face and he glared at you.
âDonât look at me like that,â he whispered, feeling the situation getting even worse. Damn it, he felt like a damn horny teenager.
Before you could respond to his comment the door opened, revealing a person who couldnât be more different from the object of your bet. He in fact was a she, a lady who couldnât have been less than sixty years old.
Your smile dropped as the one on Derekâs face grew even more and, as you had already said, you wondered what part of your brain had thought it was a good idea to make that bet.
âGood morning. Can I help you?â she looked skeptically at both of you.
âOh yes maâam, you just made my day so much better,â he replied softly but glancing at you. âWeâre FBI agents, may we ask you few questions?â
Over the next hour and a half you interviewed other witnesses near the fire scene and on your way to the car, Derek wouldnât stop trying to get close to you and touch you.
âDerek stop it! Weâre in public! God youâre so unprofessional,â you slapped one of his hands away that had been squeezing your ass for the last couple of minutes, trying not to laugh.
âThereâs nothing professional about what we do, baby girl,â he replied with mock annoyance, âPlus I canât help it, I canât wait to rip your panties off.â
âNuh uh mister, the deal was that I have to give you my panties not you taking them off me.â
He snorted and rolled his eyes as you approached the car but before you could get in he grabbed your hand and turned you towards him. He placed his hands on your face and as he pushed your back against the car door he crushed his lips on yours.
He didnât care about passers-by in any way, in peopleâs eyes you might have looked like a couple who was passionately making out.
After the first few seconds of surprise, you immediately kissed him back, parting your lips and letting him slip his tongue into your mouth. You knew it was totally unprofessional to kiss your colleague in broad daylight while you were doing your job but all it took was for him to get close for you to lose your mind, no longer able to think clearly.
Your hands moved down his chest to encircle his waist, trying to pull him closer to you than his body already was. Your mouths moved in sync while he seemed to want to suck his soul out of you and although you were now used to kissing him, every time it was as if it was the first.
You almost moaned into the kiss, your body already on fire, wanting more. You wanted him so badly, you wanted his hands, his fingers, his mouth and his tongue all over you.
âDerek pleaseâŠâ you sighed when you broke away, his face still dangerously close to yours.
âGet in the car princess,â he ordered and his voice was so low and seductive that if he had asked you to give him a blowjob right there on the sidewalk you wouldâve dropped on your knees without the slightest hesitation.
He opened the door for you and you giggled like a teenager before getting in, thanking him as you watched him walk around the car before getting in too.
âI wouldâve fucked you in the car here and now if we werenât in public. Youâre so fucking hot baby,â he whispered against your lips after moving closer to you and taking your chin between his fingers. âBut Iâll settle taking your panties off for now.â
He placed a hand on your breast and groped it before sliding it across your stomach to your jeans-covered pussy. You moaned as he began to touch you, making you squirm under his expert fingers.
âI bet youâre already wet, arenât you honey?â He continued to tease you.
âFuck Derek⊠Theyâll see usâŠâ
âYouâre right,â he replied, stopping touching you, causing you to moan and grunt at the same time. âNo one should look at what is mine.â
God Derek Morgan and the things he made you feel. You were starting to really hate him.
âYouâre having so much fun arenât you?â
He started the car but not before throwing you one last mocking and sexy as hell grin. âYou have no idea how much.â
You squeezed your legs together in anticipation feeling the urge and desire grow more and more. You continued to look at him as he drove, observing every feature of his perfect profile with your hungry eyes.
How could someone be so perfect?
And it didnât help he had one hand resting on your inner thigh as his thumb was stroking dangerously close to your intimate area. You didnât know whether to hate him, to beg him to go higher or both but certainly the smug expression on his face made you want to punch him.
Derek drove to a hidden, dead end road, not caring the rest of the team was probably waiting to hear from both you and him.
He kissed you breathless again, threading a hand into your hair. But he didnât stay there for long as he moved down your chest again, wasting no time in groping your breasts again, until he reached your pussy again.
âGod Derek youâre driving me crazy,â you hissed as you struggled to keep control. He kissed you again and unbuttoned your pants and you lifted your hips before your brain could even process the movement, allowing him to slide them down your thighs. You took off your shoes, slipping your pants off.
He slipped his hands into your underwear and a loud moan escaped your lips that Derek felt right in his dick. âAs I imagined⊠So fucking wet.â
âFuck yes just like that,â you sighed as his fingers drew circles on your clit. You gripped the sides of the seat as if searching for a leverage, pleasure flowing through your veins.
He knew where to touch you, he knew HOW to touch you, what to do to make you lose your mind and control.
âI'm dying to taste this pussy, look at you soaking up my fingers,â he whispered in your ear, pressing his lips to your neck and sucking on your skin but being careful not to leave any marks. The team already didnât give you any respite suspecting there was something between you, he certainly didnât want to give them clear proof.
Two of his fingers slipped easily inside your wet pussy, curling inside you and touching that spongy spot that made you moan and thinking you were about to ascend to heaven.
âYes, yes, oh god yes,â you kissed him, spreading your legs even more to give him more access.
âYou like that donât you? My pretty girl loves being so dirty, letting me finger this pussy in public.â
You dipped your head back in pleasure, feeling the orgasm already building inside you.
He pulled his fingers out and you grunted at the loss and took off your panties, bringing them to his nose and deeply inhaling the scent that drove him so crazy: you and sex. âNow I really donât know how Iâm going to go through the whole day without being hard knowing I have your panties here,â he spoke up as he stuffed them into his pocket. âBut we should go back.â
What?
âDerek you canât leave me like this!â.
âOh I can and I will, we shouldnât let the others think we might be doing something shouldnât we?â
âYou fucking piece of shit.â
He burst out laughing and you nearly punched him in his handsome face.
You were furious. Irritated.
You were furious, irritated but above all horny.
After that little stunt he had done in the car Derek had really left you like that, without an orgasm and with a mad desire to fuck.
The rest of the day was torture, especially having to work with other people while pretending you didnât feel like you were on the edge the whole time. You didnât spare Morgan some dirty looks after which he had to force himself not to laugh but he didnât spare you those languid looks full of lust either.
It wasnât easy for you but it wasnât easy for him either since, unlike you, couldnât hide his excitement so easily. Knowing he had your panties in his pocket and the memory of your wet pussy were giving him no respite.
In reality, you both loved that little game, teasing and torturing each other until the other lost his mind, even if⊠To be honest, wearing jeans without underwear was complete torture.
At the end of the day, when you were finally all in your own room, you took the opportunity to take a shower and put on a dress and the sexy lingerie you had put in your bag before leaving for the new case.
You giggled just thinking about Derekâs reaction.
You went to his room, knocking twice before he opened the door making your jaw drop and almost fall to the floor when you realized he was naked and only had a towel around his waist.
His body was still wet, sign he had just gotten out of the shower, the drops running down his sculpted chest that you wanted to lick off one by one.
âOh manâŠâ He sighed. âYouâre breathtaking baby,â he began, shamelessly scanning your body from head to toe, a smirk on his lips. âI was wondering when you were coming.â
âYou always opening the door like this, Agent Morgan?â You asked ironically before entering his room without even waiting for him to invite you.
âWoah woah woah, where do you think youâre going baby girl? Where is my kiss?â He scolded you, almost truly offended after closing the door behind him.
You giggled, but unable to take your eyes off his body and stop them from wandering hungrily over his figure.
âNo, dry yourself first and then Iâll kiss you,â you replied before going to sit on the edge of the bed, placing your hands behind you on the mattress and tilting your head slightly as you looked at him.
He didnât answer but came closer to you and placed two fingers on your chin, forcing you to lift your head and pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss that took the air out of your lungs.
âJealous Agent Y/Ln?â He whispered an inch from your lips, referring to your initial question after making you get up from the bed.
âNot even a little bit, it was just an innocent question agent Morgan.â
Absolutely. You were 100% jealous.
But you knew from the way the corner of his mouth lifted in a twisted, mischievous smile he didnât believe it one bit. âYou know, being a profiler I thought you were better at hiding emotions. Lies donât look good on you pretty girl.â
âThat would be true if I had told a lie but thatâs not the case, Iâm not jealous at all,â you said with a confident tone as your gaze alternated between his eyes and his lips. He was so close and so tempting you felt like you were already losing patience.
âTo answer the question, no, I donât answer to anyone. Just you.â
âYou? Derek Morgan?â.
He chuckled. âStrange right? But it seems like youâve done some weird witchcraft on me because I canât stop thinking about you.â
âYou already got in my pants, no need to be cheesy,â you retorted, biting your lip to keep from smiling.
He sighed, slightly shaking his head. âAlways so cynical. What should I do with you?â
âGive me back my panties?â.
He raised an eyebrow. âHave you forgotten what the word âloseâ means?â.
âIf I had known you liked them so much I wouldâve bought you a new pair to wear you know.â
âYou think youâre so funny donât you?â. He grabbed your face with one hand, his mouth dangerously close to yours but never touching it.
You nodded with a smirk as you watched as his eyes were fixed on your lips. âMaybe you might like what I have now better.â
You took a step back and the look of pure confusion on his face was replaced by astonishment when he saw your hands lower the thick straps of your dress down your arms, then lowering the side zip and letting the dress fall around your feet.
The look of shock on his face was something youâd never forget.
Derek widened his mouth and eyes, letting his hungry gaze travel along your body wrapped in lace lingerie, studying every curve and inch of your skin. A warm feeling spread in your lower abdomen and it was amazing how just the way he looked at you was enough to turn you on.
âHoly shitâŠâ he breathed out, âYou⊠Are⊠You⊠Holy fuckâŠâ he continued stuttering, unable to form a single meaningful sentence.
âWow did I really manage to surprise Agent Morgan?â You giggled, your cheeks flushed and stomach filled with fluttering butterflies, knowing you had such an effect on him. Derek Morgan â the man who with a single smile and a look couldâve make rows and rows of women fall at his feet â was drooling over you, looking at you like you were the eighth wonder of the world.
âIâll answer you when some blood returns to my brain.â
Your gaze trailed down his body and your insides clenched at the sight of his prominent erection beneath the towel around his waist. Your mouth watered just thinking about what was underneath that single fabric, imagining his dick in your mouth, in every hole in your body as he filled you completely.
âYou look spectacular Y/n, my godâ he murmured, his chocolate brown eyes still on your body and never on your face. You could see him struggling in not knowing what to pay more attention to, your breasts which were perfectly highlighted by the lace that gave that see-through effect while it showed the shadow of your nipples, if the hold-ups that surrounded your thighs that Derek wanted nothing more than to mark and bite or your pussy also covered in matching lace in which he wanted to dive and feed on it until he drown himself to death.
Derek moved closer to you, closing the small distance between the two of you. âTurn around. Show me this beautiful ass that torments me in my sleep.â
The tone of his voice alone made you almost beg him to do anything he wanted. You didnât have to be told twice and you turned around, your skin on fire as you felt his penetrating gaze on you as he observed and studied every millimeter of your body.
You heard Derek exhale a deep breath behind you. âA fucking goddess. Youâre absolutely mesmerizing.â
A rush of shivers gave you goosebumps as he placed his rough hands on your arms, stroking them slowly before moving up and moving your hair from your shoulders and letting it fall along your shoulder blades, leaving your neck exposed. His lips began to plant kisses on your skin and the mere contact made you sigh and tilt your head to the side, giving him more access.
âDo you have any idea how crazy you drive me?â he whispered in your ear and you clenched your hands into fists, pressing your nails into your palms in an attempt to release the frustration you felt. Every second that passed while he didnât touch you as you wanted there was a shred of your sanity that was shattered.
You shook your head, realizing you hadnât answered yet.
His hands went down your arms again, then moving up your hips until they reached your ass. You let out a gasp when his fingers tightened around the flesh of your ass, squeezing it, groping it with the sole purpose of torturing you and leaving you eager for more.
âGod the things I want do to you baby, you canât even imagine.â
âDo it Derek, do whatever you want to me⊠I need you.â
âI love feeling you so desperate for me.â
An empty feeling came over you as his fingers let go of your ass, moving to your hips. However, you moaned when he pushed his body against yours, pressing his erection against the curves of your ass and grinding against you without shame or restraint.
âFuck Derek,â you murmured, now on the verge of losing your mind.
One of his hands ended up around your throat, forcing you to bend your head and rest it on his shoulder while the other cupped one of your breasts, palpating it over the top of your bra. You sighed, rubbing your ass against his hard dick as you couldnât wait for it to stretch your pussy.
âThatâs what you do to me, you make me so hard I canât even think straight anymore.â He pinched your hard nipple from above the fabric. âYou have no idea how much I want to rip this off of you but I know youâd kill me,â he chuckled in your ear.
âI donât give a shit.â You blurted out, not evens embarrassed about how fast you said it.
âWhat do you want baby? Talk to me.â
God it was so damn hard talking when you were so horny you couldnât even remember your name, the denied orgasm making things worse.
âYou. Fuck me, please. I need you so badly Derek.â
He tightened his hand lightly around your neck, cupping your chin then turning your head towards him and before you knew it he slammed his lips onto yours, sucking the breath from your body as his tongue explored your mouth in a sloppy, deep kiss.
He slowly slid the fingers of his other hand â that until a few seconds before were on your breast â along your chest, your lower abdomen, touching your needy and drenched pussy with his fingertips. You whined during the kiss, spontaneously lifting your hips to try and meet his fingers.
God you were hating him at that moment.
âI can smell your wetness from here, is my baby horny for me?â he whispered on your lips swollen and red from the impetuous kiss.
âIâll fucking kill you right now Morgan I swear to god.â
He laughed and your stomach clenched in on itself. âDonât worry baby, Iâm here. Iâm going to fuck your brains out, so good you wonât even be able to get up when Iâm done with you.â This time it was your pussy that clenched when you squeezed your legs together for some friction. Derek let go of your throat and began to play with your panties. Your breath hitched as he slowly began to lower them, trailing them down your legs.
âI think Iâll keep these too,â he whispered even as his voice came loud and clear to your ears. You turned your head to the side so you could look at him and let out a ragged sigh when you saw him kneeling behind you. His eyes shone under the light of the hotel room as they looked at you with so much intensity that they alone wouldâve been enough to set you on fire.
He left a kiss on your ass, making you gasp to the point of embarrassment as he bit your skin and groped your now bare ass. âOne day Iâll fuck this pretty little ass too and youâll love every second of it.â
âYou can start by fucking my pussy now.â
He chuckled again as he stood up. He placed a hand on your heated back, inviting you to lean on the bed in front of you and you obeyed, resting your hands on the bed and giving him a perfect view of your ass.
âI can see from here how wet you are baby girl,â he moved closer to you, his bare thighs touching yours and then you realized he had removed the towel from his waist.
God have mercy on me.
âIâll eat this beautiful pussy later but now all I can think about is fucking her so good,â he said as his fingers brushed against you and this little contact, combined with his dirty words, made you squirm with anticipation. âAfter all, you deserve it after being such a good girl all day.â
You felt him place his tip near your entrance and you both moaned as he slid his dick against your folds, wetting it with your fluids. He provoked you, tortured you with every motion, it was what he was best at, he knew which points to touch to drive you crazy and leave you painfully longing.
âDerek please, I want you so much,â you whined in a pathetic tone full of lust and desire as he continued to penetrate you with just the tip and then pull out. You hated him and wanted him at the same time, so much it hurt.
âWhat do you want, princess?â His hands gripped your hips and he leaned over you, pressing his lips to your skin before leaving damp, wet kisses all over your back.
âFuck me.â
âFuck,â he hissed through gritted teeth before lining his dick up with your entrance and finally filling you.
âOh God yes, you feel so god Derek.â You panted vigorously, your heart beating so hard it almost stopped as you felt his soft and especially bare skin touching every corner of you.
He remained still for a few moments, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to maintain control of his body. You were so wet and it felt so good being inside you, Derek feared that with just one push he wouldâve come on the spot.
âBaby please⊠MoveâŠâ
Baby.
Fuck.
That simple little word had no business making his insides twist like he had. You were used to calling each other nicknames, it wasnât new, but there was something in that âbabyâ you said: perhaps it was the vulnerability with which you pronounced it, breathless and as if he was the only one who could save you, the way your voice was so full of desire.
Derek pulled out before thrusting into you again with a strong thrust so deep if it hadnât been for his hands firmly gripping your hips you wouldâve probably fallen forward.
âYou have no idea what you do to me, fucking hell you drive me crazy,â he breathed out, head tilted back and eyes closed as his dick pounded into you like he was angry.
You tried to formulate a meaningful sentence but as you opened your lips only gasps and moans came out. He was fucking you so deeply that with each thrust you felt a piece of your brain coming out of your head and your soul out of your body.
Exactly like he promised.
All the hidden frustration made its way and exploded like a time bomb, not much time passing until even the orgasm began to build inside you.
Your face was pressed into the sheets of the bed, your breathing heavy and quickening as your hands clenched the fabric into a fist. âDerekâŠâ you whimpered in pleasure as you pushed your pelvis towards him with each thrust. It didnât seem to be enough though, you wanted more and more.
One of his hands continued to hold your hips firmly while he slid the other along your back, until he reached your hair which he tightened in a fist forcing you to lift your head. His moans and groans sounded like music to your ears and you couldnât contain the joy of knowing it was you who made him feel this way, it was you who made him lose control.
âFuck I could stay inside you forever, you take me so well. This pussy was made for me,â he groaned as the tip of his dick hit your G-spot, making you see stars. You wanted to answer but when you opened your mouth all that came out were moans and sighs. âJust for me⊠You understand?â
âJust you baby, only you,â you babbled while loudly moaning, not caring one bit if someone could hear you having sex.
His lips kissed your shoulder, his tongue traced every inch of skin he could reach. âThatâs right pretty girlâŠâ he groaned in your ear, his sentence interrupted by another moan. âFuck yeah youâre mine.â
âHoly shit baby⊠Iâm about to comeâŠâ You managed to say and the orgasm that hit you full on like a truck gave you no mercy, didnât let you escape as it sucked away your ability to breath. If it wasnât for Derekâs hand still in your hair you wouldâve collapsed on the mattress.
His thrusts became unhinged, even more out of control than they were before and it didnât take long for him to reach his climax too. How could he resist? There was no chance, not when your pussy was tightening around his dick in the throes of orgasmic spasms, leaving him no escape.
Derek exploded inside you, emptying himself into you until the last drop of his seed filled your pussy, then leaking from your entrance and sliding down your thighs as he pulled out.
âShit,â he breathed as you felt the weight of the mattress dip as he collapsed next to you. âYou destroy me baby, how do you manage to do this every single time?â
You mumbled something nonsensical in response, eyes closed and too tired to say anything. He chuckled and stroked your hair, brushing it away from your face so he could get a good look at you.
You were so beautiful, ethereal, so mesmerizing it hurt and seeing that happy and pleased look on your face almost sent him to his knees, internally promising himself heâd fight every single person on earth just to always see you so relaxed and happy.
âHow many women do you tell this?â you managed to say, opening one eye and keeping the other closed and a flock of butterflies exploded in your stomach when you saw the breathtaking smile he was looking at you with.
âIf you think there is someone capable of making me feel what you feel, youâre very wrong. Like I already said, I donât know what strange witchcraft you did to me but you really hooked me baby.â He propped himself up on one elbow and leaned towards you, pressing small kisses across your face, neck, shoulders and all the way up to your lips. âThere is no one else since you came in in my life, Iâm so obsessed with you itâs not even funny.â
You opened your second eye too, suddenly not so tired anymore. âReally?â
âWhy, isnât the same for you?â he asked, his stomach clenched with jealousy at the thought of a man laying a finger on you. âPlease tell me no or someone help me I will kill every man who even looked at you, Iâm an FBI agent and I know how to hide dead bodies in such a way that not even the families will ever find them.â
You burst out laughing, and rolled onto your back before throwing your arms around his neck so you could bring him closer to you and press your lips to his. âDonât you think thatâs a bit extreme?â
âY/n. Donât fucking test me.â
âIâm just kidding,â your lips brushed against his before planting another small kiss on them. âThere couldnât be another man even if they forced me, youâve really messed up my life Agent Morgan and Iâm pretty much obsessed with you too.â
âThat better be. Weâre exclusive since the day I kissed you in that elevator,â he grumbled. âGod I love when you call me baby,â he then sighed happily and the way his mood shifted so quickly made. Your fingers caressed his soft, perfect skin and he mumbled with contentment. You noticed how his pupils were so dilated the chocolate surrounding them had almost disappeared. âMine, only mine.â
âAnd youâre mine darling, Iâm an FBI agent too and I know a thousand ways to make deaths look like accidents.â He pressed his lips to yours again, kissing you so deeply your heart almost stopped in your chest.
Derek Morgan would be the death of you, you were certain of that.
âJust give me five more minutes and Iâll show you how much we belong to each other princess, how much I look, think and breathe for you only.â
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a/n: hey y'all! this is my first fic on this account. just a fun little jj one shot - lmk what you think!! (gif not mine - credits to the creator)
pairing: jj maybank x reader
summary: you and jj have been dating secretly for half a year, and a small question about a mysterious new tattoo leads to his friends finding out about the two of you.
word count: 2.8k
warnings: fluff/humor, marijuana use, implied sexual content, I think that's it
JJâs not the greatest at dates, and heâs aware of that. But when it comes to you, heâs decided to step up his game, and thatâs why he took the initiative to take you to Charleston for your birthday. While he currently canât afford to spring for an elaborate dinner at a pricey restaurant, heâs trying to make tonight something special. Usually, youâre the one who has to pick up the slack when it comes to romanceâthough youâre not great at it eitherâbut he figured that since itâs your birthday, all the planning should be his responsibility.
And so far itâs been great.
Walking hand-in-hand down the cobblestone streets of Charleston, you can feel how much freer JJ is when he can take you out somewhere people wonât recognize you. Itâs been hard keeping such a big part of his life a secret from his friends for so long, but he doesnât want to push it too far. Youâre what he calls âkook-like,â since youâre from Figure Eight but you went to the local public school instead. And while you never really interacted back in high school, JJ doesnât want to have to explain to his friends everything about your relationship. Itâs private, and though he knows heâll confide in the Pogues at some point, heâs just not there yet. And thankfully, it doesnât seem to bother you.
Itâs been silent for a while, but not uncomfortable. You just enjoyed a delicious meal that JJ had to fight with you to pay the bill over, and you feel calm. Peaceful. Outside of the Outer Banks, there are no kooks and no pogues, just the two of you.Â
Choosing to break the silence, you voice your inner thoughts. âItâs nice to not have to worry about running into people we know, you know?â
JJ nods. âYeah, itâs nice to know that I can kiss you without being afraid of being punched by Topper,â he teases.
You chuckle at his comment before pulling him to a stop. âYou said youâd never bring it up!â
âHey, heâs your ex-boyfriend,â JJ retorts, pointing at your chest.
âHardly. We dated for two weeks when I was fourteen. And itâs still my greatest shame.â
âI thought I was your greatest shame.â
You roll your eyes, knowing heâs joking. âNever.â As he leans in to kiss you, you can swear that youâve never felt lighter. Youâre a bit tipsy from the drinks at dinner and JJ has a sparkle in his eyes thatâll never stop making you smile.Â
His lips press to yours, and you swear you know what the romantic comedies mean when they talk about fireworks. Itâs nothing too heatedâyouâre standing on a sidewalk and youâre not that crazyâbut itâs special and passionate. Your lips are a perfect fit for one another, and if you donât pull away soon you know youâll get swept up in it.
Knowing JJ has other plans for the two of you, you break away from the kiss and wrap your arms around his shoulders. âAlright, so whatâs next on the agenda, Jayj?â
And thatâs when you spot itâthe signature twinkle in his eye that only shines when he has something a little bit crazy planned.
âOh noâŠâ you protest in preparation for whateverâs about to come out of his mouth.
âOkay, itâs just a crazy idea I had and itâs totally up to you. We donât have to do it, but I think it would be fun.â
âWhat?â you ask. He unwraps your hands from his shoulders before grasping one of them in his own again, and starts to guide you down the street. âJJ, where are you taking me?â
âYouâll see.â He winks, and at that point you decide to just let him lead you wherever. You know heâd never put you in danger, and heâs safely gotten you out of your comfort zone many times before, so youâre sure that it canât be too bad. Right?
As the two of you walk down the street hand-in-hand, your mind wanders. Youâve accepted your fate, but where could JJ possibly be taking you? And before your mind settles on a single answer, he pulls you to a stop in front of a little brick-walled building. âInks Tattoo Parlor,â the sign reads.
âOkay, I know it might be a crazy JJ idea,â he starts.
âIâm glad youâre self-aware,â you retort.
He rolls his eyes. âJust hear me out. I know we havenât been dating for long and maybe I had too many drinks at dinner but I know youâre it for me. Weâre young and I know we havenât talked about marriage and I know weâre nowhere near there yetââ
âJJ, just breathe,â you say to comfort him, squeezing his hand in reassurance.
âWell, basically, I love you. Like a lot. Like more than I ever thought I could, and I think I want a tattoo of your initials on my ass.â
And then you give him the weirdest expression heâs ever seen. He canât tell if heâs scared you off or turned you on or maybe both. But slowly, a smile makes its way onto your face.
âOkay, well, number one: this is definitely a crazy JJ idea,â you start. âBut crazy JJ ideas are part of why I fell in love with you, and itâs your assâyou can do whatever you want with it. Frankly, Iâm honored.â
He smashes his lips to yours and you kiss him back, chuckling against his lips. âOh, babe, by the way, this ass belongs to you, too.â You playfully swat his chest, and his smile only grows.
You donât know if the drinks from dinner are finally getting to you or youâre just on a high from spending so much quality time with your boyfriend, but as you and JJ wait for him to get tattooed, your mind starts to wonder if maybe you should get one as well.Â
After the tattoo artist finishes up with his previous client, you get up from where you were waiting next to JJ and look at the intricate designs on the wall. âHey, Jayj?â
âWhatâs up?â he asks, looking up from his phone.
âWhat do you think of this font?â
JJ squints before deciding he might as well come over to get a better look. Standing behind you, he rests his head on your shoulder and examines what youâve been pointing to.Â
âItâs alright, but not my thing,â he responds, as he wraps his arms around your waist. âPlus I think Iâm just gonna stick with something simple. No twirly shit.â
You chuckle at his description of the font. âI didnât mean for your tattoo, Jayj. I meant for me.â And that catches him off guard.Â
Unraveling his arms from around your waist, he moves to stand in front of you. âYouâre getting a tattoo?â he questions.Â
A bit annoyed at his disbelief, you roll your eyes. âWhy is that such a big deal?âÂ
Racking his head for an answer that wonât make him sound like a dick, the best he comes out with is âwell, itâs just not very⊠you.âÂ
âMaybe thatâs the point.âÂ
JJ lifts his hands in defeat. âHey, itâs your body. Your body, your choice, and all that, or whatever.â You chuckle at his wording. âWhat would you even get?âÂ
âJJ, duh.â
His eyes widen. âYouâre not serious.â
âWhy not?â
He stares at you for a minute, looking deep into your eyes, trying to see if youâre joking with him, but he canât seem to find any nervousness. âWell damn. Where are you gonna get it? And donât say your ass because that would just be copying me.â
You roll your eyes. âNo, I was thinking on my hip, right above my bikini line, you know? And it wouldn't be big or anything, just two Jâs. No extra swirls or details or whatever.â
JJ puts his hand to his chin as if he needs to think it over, before stepping as close to you as possible and whispering in your ear, âthatâs kinda hot, honestly.â He punctuates his comment with a kiss on the inside of your neck, and before you can do anything more you hear a clearing of breath from the tattoo artist.
âYouâre up next.âÂ
The two of you break apart from one another as if youâre fifteen and youâve just been caught making out by the lockers during class time. JJ winks at you before laying down on the cot. âAlright, man, tat my ass up.âÂ
Two weeks laterâŠ
âKie!â
âWake up!â
âGet up, Kie!â
âYouâve gotta see this!â
âAlright, Iâm up!â Kiara relents, rolling her eyes as she wakes up from a heavenly nap in the hammock on the employees-only floor of the tackle and bait shop. âThis better be an emergency.â
Sarah, John B., Pope, and Cleo squint a bit at her casual threat. âOkay, so itâs not exactly an emergency,â John B. clarifies. But before Kiara can object again, he explains, âJJ has an ass tat!â
âWhat?â Kiara asks, still a bit dizzy from her nap.
âJJ has a tattoo on his ass,â Pope clarifies proudly, and Cleo rolls her eyes in response.
âI know what an ass tat is, thank you very much,â Kiara bites back. âAnd why do we care that JJ has one? And also, how do you know that he has one?â
âOkay, well, you know how sometimes JJ doesnât wear underwear?â John B. asks.
âGross, but yes, I think weâre all unfortunately aware after the regrettable cliff diving incident last July.â Everyone shudders in horror at the memory.Â
âWe care because itâs not something JJ-y,â Sarah explains. âHe has a tattoo of someoneâs initials!â
âAnd itâs not like JJ to, you know, ink anything remotely sentimental on himself. To be honest, I was surprised he didnât get a joint tattooed on his ass first,â Pope elaborates.
âWell, what are the initials?â
âY/I. And I canât think of anyone with those initials.â John B. answers.
Now invested in the mystery of JJâs ass tat, Kiara concentrates, trying to think of who she might know with those initials. Coming up with nothing, she asks, âAre we sure itâs not just something stupid?â
âCome on, Kie. Itâs JJ. If thereâs anything weâre sure about, itâs that there was a high level of stupidity involved in this decision,â Pope answers.
âFair point,â Kiara concedes. âHow did you even see the tattoo?â
âJohn B. walked in on him sleeping butt naked,â Sarah confesses. He shoots her a look, and she smirks. âIâm just glad you didnât find it cuter than mine.â John B. rolls his eyes in response, and Sarah chuckles.
âNever,â he says, before kissing her on the lips.
âGross!â Pope interjects.
Elsewhere on the island, you and JJ are enjoying a day at your favorite secluded part of the beach. The waves never get especially big here so youâre not crowded by surfers, but itâs a nice area to get away from it all and simply relax with one another.Â
Youâre lounging on a towel, letting your back tan, as you engross yourself in your current book. Right next to you, JJ sits shirtless on his towel as he does whatever on his phone. Itâs been relatively quiet for a while until you sense your boyfriend starting to stir.
You glance over at JJ only to see him typing incessantly on his phone.Â
âBabe?âÂ
âYo,â he says in acknowledgment, but without looking up from his screen.
You roll your eyes and move over onto his towel, making yourself comfortable behind his bare, sun-tanned back. Looking over his shoulder, you try to make out what he could possibly be doing.
Wrapping your hands around his stomach, you feel his abs tense under your fingers. âWhatâs going on?â
âI think our cover might be blown,â he answers, placing his hand above his phone so you can see the messages in the blaring sun.Â
John B.: Please tell me sheâs not a kook.
Sarah: Hey đ
Cleo: We want to meet her!
Pope: How did you convince her to go out with you? Is she being held against her will?
Kie: I stfg JJ if you donât just tell us her name.
Sarah: Weâre at the usual surf spot on the beach, bring her over!
Pope: You have to come now because I need proof that a real human woman agreed to go out with you. Also if she doesnât exist then JB owes me fifty bucks.
âYour friends are funny,â you say into his ear, and he smiles wide.
âSo, what do you say? Do you want to meet them? I know weâve kept this thing a secret but I guess itâs pointless now.âÂ
âIâd love to meet them,â you respond, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before standing up and packing your book, towel, and your cover-up into your bag.Â
Once youâre all packed, he grabs your hand and pulls you into his chest. âThanks for doing this, babe.â He lightly presses his lips to yours.
âDonât thank me, I canât wait to meet your friends and hear all the embarrassing stories you havenât told me. And of course Iâll have to share some of my own in return.â You return his kiss, and for a few seconds the two of you just stand there, kissing under the hot sun. His tongue makes its way into your mouth, and you tug on his messy blonde strands in response. He moans into the kiss, but before it can get too heated, you pull away. âAs much as I love this, if we donât stop, I donât think weâll make it in time to meet your friends.â
âWho cares about them?â he jokes, before pressing his lips to you again. And then, in signature JJ fashion, he grabs your bag in one hand and tosses you over his shoulder.
You shriek in response. âJJ put me down!â
âYouâre the one who wanted to hurry. Iâm just making sure you donât get distracted.â As he walks you to his truck, you giggle at being held upside down, swatting his butt playfully.Â
Meeting his friends goes great, and you easily fall into a rhythm with Sarah, Kiara, and Cleo. John B.âs extra welcoming since your existence means that Pope now owes him fifty bucks, and by late afternoon youâre all relaxing around a bonfire. Gathered in a circle around the flames, you swap embarrassing JJ stories and enjoy just getting to know the Pogues. You pass around a joint, and a comfortable silence grows among the group, interspersed with a few chill conversations. Lounging in between JJâs legs, his hands begin to wander before settling comfortably on your hips.Â
He plays with the hem of your cover-up, pulling it up and down ever so slightly. Sarah sits next to you, tugged under John B.âs arm. She glances around the group before she notices a bit of ink along your bikini line. âOoh, thatâs such a cute spot for a tattoo, what is it?â she asks.
You feel your face warm and JJ shoves his head into your back, chuckling at the situation.
The rest of the group looks confused at JJâs reaction, and now everyoneâs attention is on the both of you. Realizing thereâs no way out of this, you meet JJâs fingers at your hip and ever-so-slightly move the string on your bikini bottom so that Sarah can make out what it says.
She squints. âOh my god! You have JJ tattooed on you!âÂ
Everybody elseâs eyes go wide and they all look at you in shock.Â
âReally?â Pope asks, questioning your judgment, and Cleo slaps him in response.Â
âLeave her alone, itâs cute.âÂ
You smile at Cleo in thanks, and JJ looks at Pope. âPope, itâs like the hottest thing ever, I swear. The sex was great already, but nowââÂ
You cover JJâs mouth with your hand in embarrassment, as John B. smirks in amusement. Itâs silent for a second before JJ decides to lick your hand and you immediately pull away. âEw!â you shout, and your boyfriend howls in amusement.
Standing up from between JJâs legs, you wipe your wet hand on your cover-up, before tugging it off. âAnyways, Iâm going to go for a final swim before the sun goes down completely. Anyone want to join?âÂ
âI just want to finish my beer, but Iâll join you in a minute,â Sarah answers, and you smile. Cleo and Kiara nod in agreement, and you make your way into the water. But before you can reach the ocean, JJ runs up to you and lifts you off the ground. You yelp at his antics, and again he lays you over his shoulder. He turns around to wave at the group as they laugh at the two of you.
The rest of the Pogues look on as JJ drops you into the water. âI canât believe Iâm saying this, but they might be perfect for each other,â Pope confesses.
Everyone nods in agreement. âTheyâre adorable,â Sarah adds. âAbsolutely adorable.âÂ
so... please let me know what you think! I don't currently have a taglist, but if you'd like to be tagged in my next jj fic, please send me an ask :)))
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EA's leaves are kind of dull, and I personally think TNW's are too bright, so here's my spin on a leaf default + a new mod :-D
Leaf variety mod
There are 4 different leaf textures in the game files but only one is used. I talked with @shastakiss some years(?) ago and she mentioned an unfinished mod Neder started working on to make the leaf use different textures. Unfortunately, Neder couldn't get it to work. Shasta kindly sent me said mod and I handed it over to @lamare-sims last year who of course managed to fix it (thank you so much once again, you're a legend!!)
Note #1: worth mentioning, this mod will only affect leaves that spawn after you've installed the mod! the same goes for my mesh fix included in the default below. Note #2: if you already have this mod in you dl-folder, delete that file and use the one from this download if you're planning on using my default (otherwise my uv-map and texture edit will not work).
Defaults
Replaces all 4 leaf-textures with new, more colorful and less blocky textures. I also edited the "effect"-textures of single leaves (the ones falling from the trees). This default can be used without the mod mentioned above, but then only the "original" texture will be used - see second image.
The leaves that spawns under the tree (the one sims can't rake), it was impossible to make it look good with any of the four textures, so I re-mapped it and gave it it's own texture (256x256px). There's also an optional default for the rake included, I edited a tiny error in the mesh and gave it a texture makeover. I made a separate LOD90-default for the leafpile (meaning: the mesh in neighborhood view) and instead of replacing the textures I repo'd them, meaning that the LOD90 default works with any leaf texture default you might use (it will only be showing one texture in neighborhood view).
Texture sizes are all the same as EA's:
Leaves: 512x512px x4 (my default +1: 256x256px)
Rake: 128x256px
Leaf effects: 32x32px x3
Edited leaf-related cc
I edited Sophie-David's leaf pile pet bed (the mesh) and repo'd it to leafpile_txtr, meaning the mesh will now pick up my default (or any other default you might have for leafpile_txtr, and if none - EA's original texture). The mesh now needs seasons + pets, since it's repo'd. Their recolors are not included, so be sure to download them from the link above if you want them and replace their mesh with mine!
I also edited Shakeshaft's leaf cover mesh (warning T$R) , I repo'd it to one of the leaf textures and made recolors - also repo'd - to the rest of the textures. This mesh and recs now need seasons, this also means that the mesh and recolors* can be used without my default.
*with the exception of rc4, which is repo'd to my custom leaf texture, found in my leaf default.
Recommended mod
I recommend simler90's Gardening Rake Leaf Pile Mod or jfade's leaf pile fix (I have no idea what the difference between those two mods are, they edit the same thing so choose one of them).
Nothing in this download is dependent on each other* so feel free to pick and choose what you want :-) remember you can only have one default for the leaves, meaning that if you have any other default (1, 2, 3, 4) or Shakeshaft's/Sophie-David's original meshes, make sure you remove them before installing my files. Everything has been compressed to reduce file size, as usual. Do let me know if I messed up anywhere!
*with the exception of rc4, see above.
DOWNLOAD: SFS | MTS
Credits: Neder, @lamare-sims (many many thanks!!), @shastakiss, Sophie-David, Shakeshaft and lasty EA.
#ts2cc#sims 2 custom content#sims 2 default replacement#dl: default replacement#dl: object default#dl: mod#dl: object recolor#dl: mesh fixes#omg I ramble so much im so sorry#the funny thing is im really quiet irl and so afraid to be a bother#but on my download posts? i TALK#i just have to explain everything and in great detail#my brain just says i have to do it#it's hard to explain#everytime i make a post here on tumblr i always think back to that one anon - saying they miss my posts#that's literally my most treasured ask hahaha you anon are the reason i dare to post#i swear to god even in the tags i ramble
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You will always be my Boot
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Tim Bradford x FBI!FormerRookie!reader Fandom: The Rookie
Summary: You are a former FBI agent and come back to your roots after many years. Little did you know Tim waited for you all these years.
A/N: This is my first Tim Bradford one ever and I know I need some improvement in this police area. I'm thinking about making a part two of this. Anyways, let me know what you think. Have a wonderful day, bubs! Lots of love.
Requested: Yes Words: 2.5k Requests for Tim Bradford are open! GIF not mine, credits to the owner.
The flight was exhausting and the shitty bed from that cheap motel was even worse. They'd think an FBI agent would afford a five star hotel and a warm meal, instead of that reheated noodles you had last night, but LA is expensive as shit. One thing you didn't miss about this city were those self-centred Hollywood "stars" and the exorbitant prices.
You watched the time over and over again, shaking your foot nervously. You are ready to go, but you just can't gather the courage to face those police officers again. The bathroom light is dim and you put the blame on that for your horrendous bun, not because you lost practice. You redo the bun one more time and watch yourself in the mirror. LAPD uniform hugs your curves so perfectly and the overloaded belt accentuates your waist. You allow yourself to wear a small smile today, for the sake of old times.
The tranquility of the morning was shattered by the unmistakable sound of gunshots ringing out in the distance. Instantly alert, with your heart pounding in your chest as adrenaline surged through your veins, you grabbed your service weapon and badge, slipping them into your waistband as you hurried out the door and into the cool morning air.
As you made your way down the narrow staircase of the motel, the sounds of the gunshots grew louder, sending a chill down your spine. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, you quickly assessed the situationâa group of armed men engaged in a shootout with one another only a few blocks away. Confusion made its way to your mind; why would some people from the same gang fire at each other?
As you analyse their tattoos, some have it on their neck, some on their wrist, it snapped. You recognise those tattoos from your FBI files that lay on your motel bed, two different markings, two different gangs. Dangerous ones, wanted ones.
Without a second thought, you sprang into action, ducking behind parked cars and storefronts, you closed in on the scene, your heart pounding in your chest as you prepared to confront them. There's no time to wait for backup. And who'd you call anyway?
With a burst of adrenaline, you emerged from cover and sprinted towards the gunmen, your weapon drawn and ready. The element of surprise worked in your favor as you caught them off guard, their attention momentarily diverted as they turned to face you.
"Drop your weapons! FBI!" you shouted, your voice ringing out clear and commanding above the chaos of the shootout.
For a moment, there was hesitation in their eyes, uncertainty flickering across their faces as they weighed their options. But then, with a defiant snarl, they raised their guns once more, their fingers tightening on the triggers.
Time seemed to slow as the standoff unfolded, each moment stretched to its breaking point as you and the felons locked eyes, the tension thick in the air. And then, with a burst of gunfire, the situation erupted into chaos once more.
Bullets flew past you in a deadly dance as you returned fire, each shot ringing out like a thunderclap in the stillness of the morning. You managed to hit two of them, one in the shoulder, that dropped the gun and grabbed their wound in shock and the other one in the thigh, forcing them to fall into the ground. You didn't had enough handcuffs to secure them all, so it was your priority to stop them from running away until the officers arrived.
It's crazy to see how four rival gang members united to get rid of you when seconds before were about to blow their heads off.
"I said, drop your weapons, now!" you demanded to the masked one still standing, gunshots finally stopping. You didn't see any response or will to do so and that made you place aim for their legs as well, forcing them to collapse. "Hands behind your back, intertwine your fingers."
Before handcuffing them, you pulled up your phone and searched for that one number.
"Sergeant Grey" the voice on the other side responded.
"Agent Y/L/N, FBI. I have in custody two of Crenshaw and two of Tongan. I need backup and R/A. Crenshaw bulevard with W 66th Street." you informed Sergeant Grey.
"Copy that."
Not long after you made the call, three cars and an ambulance pulled up to the address you gave. The look on the officers faces when they saw you holding one handcuffed suspect and three injured on the street, was as satisfying as catching those. Adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over you.
"Y/L/N, FBI." you presented yourself to the officers, you showed your badge and shake their hands, each wearing a mortified expression after they heard your name. "After they're checked, let's get going. I'm late for my first day." you demanded and the six officers nodded as an understanding.
You could tell by the look on their faces, some of them are rookies. You can't forget those eyes, you had the exact same expression when you were a rookie and as Tim as your T.O. didn't help much.
"Agent Y/L/N." a serious tone came from just as a serious man. Sergeant Grey standing tall and imposing in the booking room as you walked the men to one of the benches and let another officer take care of him. As you approached the man, a big and friendly smile appeared on his face "It's so good to have you back."
"Good to be back, sir." you accepted his handshake with that small smile from the morning that you promised yourself you'd be wearing all day.
Your name was on everyone's lips as you walked through the station besides Grey.
It had been years since you last walked these familiar corridors, but as you made your way toward the meeting room, a sense of nostalgia washed over you.
"Is that Y/N?" one officer whispered to another, having the impression you didn't hear them.
"Yeah. Still hot. Heard she's working with FBI now." that remark made you turn your head in their direction, locking your eyes with one of them as he swallowed the lump in his throat and returning to his seat.
Inside, the meeting room was filled with the buzz of conversation as officers gathered for the morning briefing. All eyes turned to you as you entered, whispers and murmurs following in your wake. You could feel the weight of their scrutiny, their curiosity palpable in the air as they watched the former FBI agent return to their ranks.
"Good morning everyone. Sorry I'm late, had to take care of something so early this morning because someone doesn't sleep." he glanced at you and the murmur stopped when the eyes landed on you standing in the doorframe. "Take a sit." you nodded and sat down in the first row.
"Is that Y/N?" Lucy whispered to Nolan and Jackson. It was impossible to shake the feeling of being under a microscope, every move you made scrutinized by your colleagues.
"Hell, yeah, she is!" Jackson laid his eyes on you and gave you an appreciation smile.
As the sergeant launched into the details of the day's assignments and priorities, you found it difficult to concentrate, the weight of everyone's eyes on you making it hard to focus. But you pushed through, determined to prove yourself in your new role as a police officer.
"Today we made serious progress towards the gangs that won't let Los Angeles sleep in peace. Agent Y/L/N, first thing in the morning had in custody four men, almost as important as the gang leaders." your mind zoned out, you already knew that story. But what you didn't know and what's really eating you inside is that specific blond man.
In the corner of the room, Talia and Angela exchanged knowing glances, their whispers barely audible over the sergeant's voice.
"Can you believe she's back?" Angela muttered.
"I heard she was with the FBI," Talia replied, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Wonder what brought her back here."
"From an FBI agent to an officer? Seems like a joke to me..." Lopez paused as she looked at Tim for a moment. "Maybe something bad happened. Maybe she did something bad." the excitement of her voice was unquestionable.
Meanwhile, Tim Bradford watched from his seat at the front of the room, his expression unreadable as he observed the scene unfolding before him. Memories of your time together as rookie and training officer flashed through his mind, the bond you had shared still lingering despite the years apart.
"I heard she was the best rookie this station ever had. And it was his rookie, can you believe that!" Angela's mind was focused on one subject and one only. She is more than convinced that something has happened between you and Tim.
"Almost 100 on every exam and she was the only person this grumpy smiled to!" Talia added, making Tim shift uncomfortable in his seat, his eyes not letting the sight of you even for a second.
"That's not true. And I'm not grumpy, I do smile..." Tim responded to their feminine gossip, something he's not doing too often. He still thinks it's a waste of time this kind of conversation and one's personal life is no one's business, but maybe, maybe he wants to know more about you. "Sometimes"
He was wondering as well what could've possibly had happened to make you come back to LA, knowing very well how much you hated the city and how much you suffered the moment you stepped on that plane.
Tim's heart was below the sea's surface, buried inside the burning hell somewhere since the moment he caught a glimpse of your siluete walking around these hallways again. His hands were sweating and the lump in his throat could swallow him.
But you were nowhere far away from that feeling either. All the feelings from back then were coming alive faster than the light-speed and the memories of the time you were his rookie, the looks, the touches, the sweetness of his words alongside the glances from your colleagues made your eyes fill with bittersweet tears. You had to raise your head a little and blink as fast as you could to make those tears disappear and take a few deep breaths to calm down. You have to put this feelings aside. Now.
As the meeting drew to a close, Sergeant Gray turned his attention to you, his gaze lingering for a moment before moving on to the next item on the agenda.
"You're dismissed and be safe out there!" Gray closed the meeting and everyone rushed to start the day.
You waited for everyone to clear the room, mostly because you hate crowded places and people jostling around. You kept your head low, already full of everyone staring. When the room cleared just enough, you wanted to make your way to Sergeant Gray's office when a big, warm hand landed on your shoulder, freezing you on spot.
Some time ago, you knew by heart every single trace and curve of that hand, and now your mind doesn't disappoint you remembering it all with just a blink. His breath winding down your spine as minty as always.
You hated him. You hated yourself. Damn, you hate everyone and everything this moment.
"Y/N." his voice was as overwhelming as always and it made your feet weak. It made you weak and it hit you hard right into your bones. You didn't think twice and as you raised your chin up high and faked a confident expression, you turned to your heels to face him. Once and for all. "I can't believe you're back."
"Tim" you nodded, greeting him with a smile. This time a genuine one, wider and more powerful than the one you had forced yourself to wear all day. Not a forced one, but one that you found you couldn't hide. "It's been a while." you cleared your throat and searched his eyes.
They were staring right into your soul with the same spark and love you've missed so much. It seems like you've never changed, seems like everything is just the way it was. Like he was your TO, teaching you, teasing you, caring for you, having your back and you were his rookie, learning from him, turning into the best version of him, making him proud.
The air between you crackled with unspoken tension as you struggled to find the right words to say. The spark that had once ignited between you still burned bright, despite the years and distance that had separated you.
"How are you? How's Isabel?"
"Uh-Yeah..." he paused for a moment, the light in his eyes fading. "We separated a few months ago."
Tim wished this words would hurt more admitting them in front of you, would hurt just as much as he hurt you. But it didn't. That wound is almost healed, making room for another one to open.
"Oh, Tim. I'm so sorry" you were sincere, though not with all your heart. You knew it must've hurt like hell having in mind how much Tim loved his wife. But at some point he loved you too. Maybe not as much as her, maybe more, maybe less.
"But I'm fine, yeah. It's past now." he cracked a smile, resting his arm on the table as close to your thigh as you could feel its warmth. "What about you? Making an entrance for sure. Catching those guys from Crenshaw and Tongan, impressive. I taught you well." oh, he knows what he's doing and watching your shield breaking before his eyes, he's delighted.
"Oh, don't be so cockyâ"
"Why are you here? Why now?" he asked. You rested your hand on your belt and raised an eyebrow as a response to his questions.
"You know I can't tell you." he sighed at your words, realising just now maybe the things are not how they were. You are not as open to him or talkative as before. You are not in love with him as you were before. But he's not done trying yet.
"Dinner tonight?" Tim was bold for sure and his question took you by surprise. You weighed the answer, but before you could say yes, he continued "I can't lose the chance again. I can't lose you again, Boot."
"Okay, yes!" you pushed your finger into his chest "Stop making those puppy eyes, you know I can't resist." he laughed and before you can walk away, he grabbed your waist and kissed your forehead gently. His lips lingering on your skin few more seconds, memorising your sweet scent, trying to remember it, like if he could ever forget.
"It's good to have you back, Boot!"
"Stop calling me 'Boot'!" you fought back, annoyed, but he enjoyed every moment. He missed you like hell and now all of this is hitting him hard in the face like a... boot. "I'm not your Boot" you persisted.
"Oh, you'll always be my Boot!"
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