summary : after hayleys death, hotchner need a full time helper for jack. that’s when he hired you, not realizing that he needed you just as much as jack.
word count: 9k | warnings: smut, alcohol mention, lots of mentions of death, serial killers, other bau stuff
song inspo: domestic bliss by glass animals
It had now been two weeks since you lost your job, and every day you felt more and more hopeless that you’d never find work again. You called every family you could get ahold of, but everyone already had a nanny. You kept checking in with your contacts to see if any Diplomats and their families were moving here to DC, but there was nothing. The need for a nanny; or specifically, your kind of nanny that works with government families, was all dried up. You were hopeless, broke, and could only sleep on your sisters couch for so long.
Your days were usually filled with you wandering random streets, hoping to bump into a friend who could help you out of your slump. You thought about the kids who you nannied for, last. Twin girls, six years old. They were perfect, and you missed them dearly. But their father was a Diplomat, and was swept away to South Africa. You scrolled through pictures of them on your phone, walking up the street to a nearby coffee shop. You smiled at videos of them, losing yourself in your phone, before bumping into a building and almost breaking your kneecap.
You groaned in pain as you sat down on a close bench, hugging your leg. You took a deep breath, on the verge of tears as you thought, “Could life get worse than this?” Everything around you was crumbling, and it was only a matter of time before you suffocate under all the debris. You felt your phone vibrating in your hand, rolling your eyes, not ready to deal with whoever needed you at this moment.
You didn’t recognize the number, but recognized the DC area code. You were worried it might be a hospital or something, your anxiety giving you a weird instinct that you needed to answer the phone. You accepted the call and brought the phone to your ear, grinding your teeth as you awaited your fate of the mysterious call.
“Hi, I’m looking for (Y/N).” A man’s voice requested, his tone filled with authority, a mild twinge of desperation laying underneath.
“Uh, yes, this is her.”
“My name is SSA Aaron Hotchner. I got your contact information from Ambassador Gardner. I hope it’s okay to call you on this phone.”
“Oh, of course,” you perked up, the thought of the Ambassador and his family filling you with happiness.
“Well, as it turns out, I am desperately looking for a live-in nanny. He told me you were fantastic and he was heartbroken that he had to leave you.”
“I wish I could’ve gone with him, and the girls. I would’ve, in a heartbeat, but I have some… things that have kept me here.”
“I am meeting with a few other applicants, but Ned’s recommendation was so high, I really wanted to meet you. If you have time, of course. I’m sure you are highly sought after.” You could hear a twinge of nervousness in his voice, as if he was worried he wouldn’t be good enough. You were very highly qualified and highly praised in your field, but the market was dry, right now. And no one was begging for your services. But, it wouldn’t hurt if he didn’t know that, right?
Pursuing my new goal as an irresponsible sophomore meant both cutting hours babysitting and lengthening the amount of time I spent barhopping and nursing hangovers.
If Aaron noticed that I was avoiding him, he didn’t let on. I went from watching Jack at least four days a week to one. When we were forced to interact, it was kept cold and impersonal on my end. I would give him the rundown and leave. All my jokes stopped, too. The last five texts I sent him were just some variation of “Okay.” Over and over again.
So, my days started quickly blurring together. I drank, I jumped up and down in crowded frat houses to music that shook the floor, I perfected my hangover cure, and I did not think about Aaron Hotchner. My shirts got tighter and my shorts got shorter. Sometimes I went home with boys, sometimes not. Finally learned how to shotgun a beer.
I kind of assumed he wanted to let it go just as much as I did. He never brought it up directly, barely even talked to me, but sometimes I saw him looking at me. The same way he did when I was on my knees, in David’s house. It was too easy to imagine him grabbing me, pushing me against the wall, making me scream his name when he looked at me like that. I tried not to look too closely at him.
Summary:Reader is the new press liaison to the elite Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. A stray comment from her leads to a lot of questions from her teammates, especially her unit chief, Aaron Hotchner. When they’re thrown together on a case that hits close to home for Reader, will that comment tear them apart? Or will it bring them closer together?
Pairing:Aaron Hotchner / (Female) Reader
Rating:Mature
Category:Angst then smut, with plenty of fluff sprinkled throughout.
Word Count: 8.4k
Content Warning: This gets pretty angst heavy in places. The team is chasing an Unsub that’s a serial r*pist/mu*derer. Mentions of an attempted a*sault to someone Reader cares about. Providing comfort to victims of the unsub. It’s dark in places, but if you can stick with me, I promise I will mend the angst and take you to the land of smut and fluff. Because there is plenty of smut.
A/n: Have you ever had a story that just grabbed hold of you and refused to let go? This story was supposed to be half this length and pure fluff. Reader and Hotch dug their claws into me and made me tell their own story. I’m not mad at it, and if you give it a chance, I hope you love it as much as I do. masterlist
y/n = your name. y/l/n = your last name. italicized text = reader’s thoughts
“You’re not my type”
The clock was moving so slowly, I couldn’t help but think it was moving backwards.
Come on, hurry up. I wanna go home.
I sighed, resigning myself to the fact that it was going to be 4:30 pm for the rest of my life. I still had some files to hand out to the team; I usually do that part of my very glamorous job in the mornings, but since I had nothing but time now, I thought why not.
I had been a “sort of” member of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit for 5 months. Jennifer- wait, JJ, had the job as media liaison before me; she was the last person to officially hold the position. When she left the unit chef of the BAU, Aaron Hotchner, and the technical analyst, Penolope Garcia, had split the roll. That is until Chief Strauss had decided that she wanted the BAU to run more efficiently. Meaning that Hotch got less paperwork, Garcia got a break from talking about mutilated bodies, and I got shuffled around from the public relations office.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed working with the team, I really did; but I couldn’t help but feel excluded sometimes. They’re all practically a family. I didn’t really have any sort of family anymore, just a best friend that has always felt more like a sister.
Pushing those thoughts aside, I made my way towards the bullpen, shoving the doors open to see the team sitting on various desks talking to each other. Loudly.
“Shut UP, man!” Derek Morgan’s voice was loud, but amusement was clear on his face. Actually, everyone seemed sort of amused. Rossi and Hotch were leaning on the railing near their respective offices, watching the events unfold with smiles on their faces.
Billy: When I first joined the League I was terrified they were gonna find out that I’m just pretending to be an adult. But then as time went on, I discovered that they were all also pretending.
Billy: They aren’t also all kids that can transform into adults, they just don’t know what they’re doing either.
Billy: So now I’m even more terrified because apparently grown ups are just as lost and confused as everyone else and no one understands anything.
I remember a post on here that said something along the lines of “We stan a supportive uncle Vlad but I just KNOW that bitch would be transphobic” and I just thought of Vlad calling Danny slurs and his parents and Jazz over hearing him and just beating the absoluteshitout of him
He’s just on the floor like “*cough* what the fuck” while the Fentons are repeatedly curb stomping this motherfuck and Danny’s just sitting at the dinner table, hands folded, smiling
This shenanigans is funny on it’s own, but would be100% funnier if Danny planned this entire thing just to be a little shit cuz he knows damn well that whenever Vlad comes over he always pulls this shit
(THIS WOULD ALSO BE 1000 TIMES FUNNIER IF JAZZ WAS IN ON IT AND WAS THE ONE WHO LED THEIR PARENTS INTO THE KITCHEN AT JUST THE RIGHT MOMENT OHMYGOD)
Vlad: *Getting the shit kicked out of him, looking up at Danny*
Danny: *Looking down at him with that creepy-ass Aizawa smile, because he knows damn well Vlad can’t get out of this without revealing himself so he just has to take it*
Zeus slammed down the doors to Olympus, storming into the room with enough rage to cause the room to flash with lightning.
“I THOUGHT WE HAD AN AGREEMENT!”
The gods that had gathered blinked in confusion, looking around the room to see who Zeus was yelling at. It was quickly deducted that the lightning god was glaring at the god of the underground, who jumped at the realization.
“Are… you mad at me?” Hades asked.
“YES I’M MAD AT YOU! We had an AGREEMENT! No more demi god kids!” Zeus fumed.
“Aren’t we past this? Only you and Poseidon broke that agreement. And Nico happened before that agreement so he didn’t count. You two are the fuck ups.” The dark god huffed in annoyance.
“Oh? You’re innocent, huh?” Zeus sneered before he stormed over to his brother and slammed down his fist in front of him. “Then explain THIS!”
Zeus opened his fist to reveal a small, pale, teenaged boy with raven black hair and pale blue eyes. He glanced around the room in confusion, then up at the arguing gods, “what the fuck-?”
“DUDE THAT’S NOT MINE,” Hades exclaimed.
“Do the thing,” Zeus commanded the kid.
The kid just shrugged and then suddenly, white rings wrapped around his waist and split, running up and down his body and changing his appearance, no, his form. All the gods in the room recognized the feeling of death the moment the boy changed.
“THATS YOUR KID ASSHOLE!” Zeus shrieked.
Hades in turned scrambled onto his chair the moment the kid changed, as if spotting a mouse scurry along the floor, “WHAT THE FUCK-?!?”
Jazz Fenton was a star student! All of her professors could attest, she was 16 already attending Ivy League over zoom calls and outwitting her older classmates. Every psychology professor loves her, and others wanted her in their class due to her spirit and shine.
Today she was supposed to propose her thesis with a presentation, something saved for closer to graduation students but she was always ahead of her peers! So she was talking about her idea of including a parapsychology course in her studies, comparing it to a therapeutic type. It was an interesting conversation to say the least. And that was before the weirdest thing happened.
Jazz sat in her seat, room pristine and organized as it was wont to be. Behind her was a blurry background of her door as well, said door opened silently enough that none of them noticed. Maybe Jazz had, with the way her lip twitched slightly but she hid herself well enough.
As the door opened there was a dark figure creeping to the side, clinging to the door as it slowly made its way to the ceiling. Finally Professor Lisa McLean noticed this and had to blink several times to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. Maybe she had one too many cups of coffee today- because there was no possible way that there was a dark figure only illuminated by green eyes and whitish dots on its face crawling on the ceiling. It’s head askew and upside down to stare down at Jazz.
Professor Andrew Whorls gasped, and Jazz was brought out of her reverie. She had been hiding the flapping of her hands, but everyone knew she was invested in her topic.
“What’s wrong Professor- ah! Get out of my room I’m in a zoom call!” Jazz glared at the thing on her ceiling, which looked slightly abashed at the scolding.
“Sorry. Dinners ready.” It responded in a vaguely boyish voice before melting into a puddle on the floor and phasing through said floorboards.
Jazz huffed and then yelled again, “Come close my door you jerk!”
The door slammed shut as if done by magic. Then she turned her attention back to the audience and smiled as if nothing happened, “Sorry, where was I?”
So I tend to produce LOTS of one-shots (with a few exceptions). I mostly post them, they gain some kudos, and then they fade into oblivion. So I thought I’d group them all here thematically, and maybe someone will find it useful :)
The pairing is Merthur unless otherwise specified.
2. I Was Born with It series (https://archiveofourown.org/series/2063883) - longfic (part 1 45k, part 2 33k); modern magic AU in which magic is a strong metaphor for neurodivergency, esp. autism. Merthur, some angst, some fluff, some adventure.
1. Should Have Seen it Coming (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30413805) - Merlin is an idiot. He loves Arthur, but he doesn’t want to have sex with him. And Arthur doesn’t know.
2. No Potion Needed (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30594926) - canon compliant. Arthur is demi and it takes him some time to develop attraction towards Merlin. But things aren’t easy. Angst.
5. Also mentioning the Autistic Arthur series, cause Merlin is demi in it.
6. Also mentioning The Third Path, cause Arthur is demi in it.
Mergwen & Mergwenthur Fics
1. Merlin&Gwen Adventures series (https://archiveofourown.org/series/2265896) - Mergwen friendship. Merlin and Gwen are partners solving magical problems in a modern AU. Background Merthur, background Gwen/Elena. Humor and fluff.
2. Make Me Better (https://archiveofourown.org/works/32884369) - Merlin is abused by Gaius, which forces Arthur to reexamine his feelings - for Merlin AND for Gwen. Lots of h/c.
1. Three-Headed (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30825713) - historical AU. Arthur is an explorer in the Siberian wilderness, and Merlin is his guide and his only chance for survival. Merlin is not all what he seems, though (style-wise, I still think it’s one of the best fics I’ve written)
5. I am the Wild (https://archiveofourown.org/works/33731881) - Merlin is a tyrant who executes everyone who might pose even the slightest threat to Arthur. Where did his darkness come from?
2. The Body of a Protector (https://archiveofourown.org/works/33849754) - a year ago, a terrible attack upon Camelot’s Court Sorcerer was made. Now, he takes his revenge. Dark-ish.
3. Take me to Svalbard (https://archiveofourown.org/works/35725051) - an AU in which some people can’t live without their soulmate. Literally. And Merlin is one of them.
7. Our Lullaby (https://archiveofourown.org/works/36131647) - after a spell gone wrong, Arthur starts dreaming Merlin’s dreams. Not just trauma, but there are a few nightmares.
Nonbinary Merlin
1. Da Capo Al Fine (https://archiveofourown.org/works/31418864/chapters/77705252) - longfic, 36k. Merlin is a demiboy and a musician, and he comes to Camelot for a music festival. Arthur is a son of a local businessman who doesn’t care for the artistic snobs that come to his city. Light angst, fluff, humor, h/c.
Bring Back the Bastard Day 18: If You Are Ready…If You Are Prepared…
“Severus,” said Dumbledore, turning to Snape, “you know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready…if you are prepared…”
“I am,” said Snape. He looked slightly paler than usual, and his cold, black eyes glittered strangely.
“Then good luck,” said Dumbledore, and he watched, with a trace of apprehension on his face, as Snape swept wordlessly after Sirius.
Two Hours Late
Severus Snape answers Voldemort’s call at the graveyard, two hours late. How does he manage it, how does he convince the most accomplished Legilimens the world has ever seen?
Honestly you don’t even have to change the genre much. Guy probably went through quite the ordeal because of all the people trying to get to Indy.
Day 1: “Professor Jones, hate to bother you but there’s an assassin trying to kill me, do you have…yes I see it…*gunshots* just to make sure, is there any paperwork I can file or should I just call the police?”
Day 85: “Oh fucking try me, I have 84 papers to grade because that lazy asshole went off to fucking Burma in the middle of fucking finals week, if you don’t leave right the fuck now I will awaken that ancient artifact in the corner and turn your intestines into fucking snakes.”
also, don’t forget: the movies are set in the 1930s-50s
so please imagine this 20-year-old girl who’s had to practically fight god to convince everyone that, no, she would NOT be happier with a degree in home economics and yes, she DOES want to be an archaeologist. she’s had to deal with male grad students trying to steal her research and constant patronizing questions about whether she can really handle the dirt and insects out in the field. even Indy, who stands up for her when the department leadership tries to pull Some Bullshit, sometimes treats her like a glorified secretary just out of habit
when the bad guys show up, they are therefore faced with a young woman who exists in a permanent state of simmering rage. she has a sensible wool skirt and practical oxfords and a baseball bat and you can fuck right off if you’re trying to pull this nonsense right after one of her professors just called her “sweetie” for the dozenth time
Okay idk if the timing and logistics match up at all but i just have a fever thought that his TA is none other than Mrs Evelyn O’Connell. Just think about it.
Jones: Are you sure you’re up for this position?
Evie: Dr Jones I assure you that despite being a woman I-
Jones: No no it’s not that, it’s just that there’s a lot of… weird artifacts that come through my door
Evie: Oh, well I actually have some experience with weird
Jones: and sometimes it can get dangerous…
Evie *smiling*: I can handle that as well
(Later in the school year, during a shoot out)
Jones: You weren’t kidding! *gunshots*
Evie pulling out a grenade and chucks it: These ruffians aren’t half as bad Imhotep, and he was nothing compared to midterms *explosion*
Evie: Oh dear they seem to have brought more friends. Pass me my bag Professor Jones if you’d please.
Jones: Sure Evie *hands her the bag*
Evie: *pulls out an old fashion pistol with a large bell*
Jones: I don’t think that’s going to be enough.
Evie: Oh it’s not. I’m phoning my husband *fires a flare through the window*
Jones: I doubt stiff upper lip gent is going to help us right now Evie.
Evie: I whole heartedly agree Professor Jones.
*A moment later Rick crashes the car through the wall and pulls out a tommy gun. He screams at the top of his lungs as he rushes the bad guys*
Evie: Luckily my husband is American.
This continued to get better and better as I went.
Imagine being Bucky Barnes, deadly trained assassin, and having Tony Stark fight you in hand to hand combat without his suit and with barely any weapons, actually matching your speed and competence as well as literally dismantling your gun in your hands as you’re fighting with it with expert efficiency and then hitting you with the dismantled piece. I would have a fucking stroke I would fall in love like holy shit.
oh, if Bucky had any wit about him, I cannot imagine he didn’t leave that encounter with the vision of Tony’s little smirk dancing in his head, and as someone else once said, some feelings about the whole thing in his pants.
“Good. Let’s do it again.”
Tony groaned. “Come on, we’ve been at this for hours.”
Bucky smiled at him not unsympathetically. “I know, but I need to know you can defend yourself if I go full Winter Soldier again.”
“But I already did defend myself when you were full Winter Soldier,” Tony pointed out as he chugged some water, emptying half the bottle in one go.
Bucky stared at him. “You did what now? You mean in the bunker?”
“No, I mean at that detention facility in Germany. You don’t remember? You pulled a gun on me and I disassembled it then punched you in the face.”
Bucky ran a hand over his cheek as if he was trying to remember the blow. Then he got a determined look on his face and grabbed Tony by the wrist, tugging him out of the gym.
“Where are we going?” Tony asked curiously, grabbing a towel to wipe his face as Bucky dragged him past the bench.
The school for the children of fairy tales, where the next generation pledges to follow the footsteps of their parents. However, not everyone wishes to follow their predetermined stories, wishing instead to write their own. Such wishes split the children of the fairytales into two main groups: the royals and the rebels. Those wanting their destinies became Royals and those who wanted to write their own, Rebels.
Meet Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the daughter of Claire, the baker’s daughter in the tale Beauty and the Beast. Her destiny is to learn how to use her creativity with the help from Belle once the tale restarts. A small destiny, one that is only fulfilled after the main story has ended.
Next to her is Marc Anciel, the child of the Librarian in Beauty and the Beast. Due to this, they are incredibly intelligent and skilled in writing, depicting beautiful stories with their words. Despite not having a large role, they are still required to attend Ever After High.
Marinette and Marc are side characters, they do no more than speak a couple lines and are easily forgettable. It’s why in the conflict between Royals and Rebels, in the neutral party known as Roybels. It’s a fitting title, a faction that was created after the enrollment of Poppy O’Hair the previous year.
—-
Marinette opened the door to her dorm room to see the room split in half. One side was painted white with pink polka dots and flowers, while the other side was crimson red with moon decals as well as fencing equipment on the walls.
“Marinette, nice to see you again” greeted Kagami.
Kagami Tsurugi is the daughter of Princess Kaguya. Like the other Rebels, Kagami isn’t content with her story. She wants to fight and grow stronger, not remain as a princess who will return to the moon and never see her friends again.
“It’s great to see you again Kagami,” Marinette smiled, “It’s already Legacy Year, it’s a little nerve-wracking.”
“Agreed, I had always hoped this day would never come, but it seems it’s unavoidable.”
Giving Kagami a sad smile, Marinette grabbed the luggage she brought and placing them on the floor. Kagami had already finished setting up her side of the room, so she went to help Marinette set up her side of the room.
“We have rehearsals tomorrow after classes, do you think you’re ready?” Marinette asked while throwing pillows on her bed.
“Even if it’s only practice, I wouldn’t wish to go through it. My mother will be furious with me, but I want to pursue fencing. Being a quiet princess doesn’t suit me” Kagami laments.
“I suppose it doesn’t,” Marinette laughed, “who knows, maybe the book will make an exception and you’ll be the first ever sword-wielding Princess Kaguya”
“Wouldn’t that be nice” Kagami smiled.
The two continued to talk as they finished setting up their dorms before heading out for dinner in the castleteria.
“Marinette! Kagami! Over here!” A voice called.
It was Rose Lavillant, a garden fairy from Pixie Hollow. She’s at Ever After High to learn the best way to be a garden fairy and wants to help change the seasons when she grows up. Currently, Rose is using a spell to change her physical size to fit in with the other students.
Next to her was Luka and Juleka Couffaine, the children of a pirate from Captain Hook’s crew. Luka’s a senior and had already signed the Storybook of Legends. Juleka never really cared much about the Royal and Rebel debate, since Luka would take after their father, and she was free to choose her own destiny. The worst she could become was a lackey, which was better than Captain Hook or any other villain.
Kagami and Marinette made their way over at Rose’s call, joining the table and spotting Marc who they called over. Dinner was relatively peaceful, chatting about their summers and which classes they had, until they heard a voice from the next table over.
“It’s not fair! Because of her I may never get my happily ever after! I can’t believe she would do this, she’s just jealous I get to marry the prince and become queen in our tale!”
It was Lila Rossi, daughter of Snow White from Snow White and Rose Red. Almost the exact opposite of the original Snow White (who was shy and enjoyed being inside and doing housework or reading), Lila was bold and hated doing chores around the house. Even so, she truly believed in following destinies and tended to look down on the ones who didn’t share the same opinion.
Marc groaned and Kagami rolled her eyes. Juleka let out an exasperated sigh while Marinette and Luka shared a tired look. Rose looked extremely concerned and quickly left the table to comfort the Lila.
“I know Rose is just being nice, but do you think she might be too trusting?” Marc asked.
“It’s in her nature as a fairy to trust people. No pun intended,” Marinette replied, “Besides it’s not like there is anything wrong with wanting to follow your destiny. It’s just… Lila’s reasoning is a bit…”
The next Rose Red, Elisa, was a rebel. At the end of their story, Rose Red marries the brother of the Bear Prince and becomes a Duchess, which would tie her down and force them to have to follow the harsh rules of society. She wouldn’t be able to play outside and spend her days in the woods. Unlike the bigger named legacies, high society wouldn’t forgive a character from a smaller tale for preferring to be out in the woods instead of following their ideas of a perfect lady. She may be allowed to now as she has the status of a princess, but once her tale ends, that privilege would no longer be there.
Lila didn’t care. She always bragged about being the next Snow White, being a princess, and how she’s related to the other, more famous Snow White and Apple White through her father. No one really knew if it was true or not, they couldn’t ask Apple White about such a thing. Her destiny is everything to her and she doesn’t care about her cousin, the future Rose Red.
“I find that it’s easier to ignore it. I’d rather not have to fight my friends on the topic of following destinies. It may be easy for us since our roles are so small, but for those like Kagami, it’s a big decision” Luka stated.
“Enough dwelling on that, it’s a new chapter. No need to think about this kind of thing on our first day” Juleka interrupted.
“True, hopefully nothing serious happens at the Legacy Day rehearsals tomorrow. I fear one mishap will cause half the student body to flip their crowns” Marinette sighed, resting her chin on her hand.
They all returned to their meals, dropping the conversation on destiny and the royal vs rebel conflict. Afterwards, Marinette returned to her dorm with Kagami with a bad feeling about the next day.
“Oh Hat-tastic! Another one! Hi new narrator! Have you met Brooke yet?”
Summary:Since childhood, Zoro Roronoa has been striving to conquer the Battle Royale, determined to fulfill a promise. Since childhood, he’s done it alone. But now, he finds himself the subject of a rather captivated reporter. Or is it Zoro who’s been captivated instead…?
[ Story inspired by the famous film, BloodSport ]
Thank you @charlienozaki for the cover art and for betaing!
A.N: Thank you so much for your amazing feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story!❤
Summary:Love is rich with both honey and venom.
Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, angst
Everyone read about heartbreak. All the great love stories were full of it, and whenever you got to that part of any book you would always think that it was just a small obstacle before people could be happy.
You had thought it was a small price to pay for love, but this?
Nothing could ever prepare you for this.
You had spent the first week locked in your room, in your bed. You had cried so much that you were quite certain there were no more tears left in you only to wake up from your sleep sobbing until you couldn’t breathe. Even your dreams were full of him, which made your heart grow heavier and heavier, especially after—
A/N:I’ve been working on this series for awhile and I’m excited to share. A special thank you to @clarinette07 for all of her help. New parts will post on Wednesdays for now. Feedback is always encouraged and appreciated
It’s hard to open your eyes and they press closed immediately as a cramp consumes you, the sweat rolling off of you. Goddammit.
You glance around at the unfamiliar space from the mattress you are on against one of the round walls. Fluttering wings draw your attention higher, to the round, open roof at the top of the circular room. You’re in a silo, or what is left of one.
A door creaks open and you try to sit up, your arm immediately giving out and you want to vomit everywhere, “Fuck.”
“You’re awake,” Dean closes the distance, holding out a water bottle that you take, “I thought we might have lost you there for awhile.”
You don’t respond and he flips a chair around, keeping his distance and sitting down, watching you carefully as you chug the water, coughing as it hits your dry throat.
HOLY FUCK THIS IS HOT!! I just caught up to get this update and it is well worth the read. Oh my god. I need a nice, long bath… Reluctant, Noble Alpha!Dean with animalistic instinct that he just. can’t. suppress anymore? Whoooo!
Summary: Dean decides to let the reader touch unexplored areas.
Warnings: all the smut, /anal fingering, pegging
Word Count: 3400
A/N: This was fun to write! I hope y’all enjoy! XOXO
“Just…yes…”
You feel the shudders of an oncoming orgasm, just seconds away, curling your toes and forming new beads of sweat on your forehead. Dean thrusts deep, maintaining his pace because he knows it’s just right, knows that you’re right on the edge. He’ll keep you there as long as he can.
You grip harder, dig your fingers into the muscles of his back as they ripple and roll.
Holy freaking balls, this is so awesome! More awesome than I could’ve ever written myself! Thank you so much for writing this awesome piece of fiction. *Happy Sigh* sub!dean is my jam! : )
