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I choose you.

Sneak peek: After a one-night stand, you find yourself pregnant. You choose to take some time off to get your life in order (aka ready for a baby), when Hotch stops by to make sure you’re okay. You confide in him and after a late night of talking, and months of mutual pining, Hotch offers to help you raise the baby. With this newfound dynamic, how will Hotch handle you working in the field? How will your lives change?

Aaron Hotchner x (Fem) Reader

Fluff/Angst

Word count: 7599 (OMFG sorry)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited I've been working on this for so long...I did my best- please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! My blog is 18+, minors DNI, implied age gap (kinda?), secret relationship, mention of period and menstrual cycle, mention of doctors and hospitals, mention of typical pregnancy related care, secret pregnancy, mention of pregnancy, Hotch being a little smothering lol, mentions of canon typical violence, some language, team members meddling, mention of Jack, no mention of Hailey (she just doesn’t exist in this – Hotch  has always been a single dad), no use of y/n. I think that’s all, let me know if I missed any!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

“Hey, you’re looking a little green there sugar.” Morgan said, gently nudging your elbow.

“Yeah girl, keep it to your side!” Emily laughed, pushing your file further onto your desk.

“Alright, if I was contagious, don’t you think you’d all be sick by now? It has to be from something I ate…I guess it’s time to clean out the fridge.” Shaking your head you got back to work.

“You know the most common causes of nausea and vomiting are infections (like the stomach flu), food poisoning, motion sickness, pregnancy, and migraines. We can rule out the stomach flu given that none of us have gotten sick, and motion sickness since we haven’t travelled in a few days. I’d say food poisoning seems most likely, and it should pass soon given that it typically lasts anywhere from 12-48 hours.” Spencer rattled off.

“Thanks Spence.” You smiled.

Your mind began spiraling, this little bout of vomiting had been going on for far longer than 48 hours. Was it possible something at home was contaminated and you’d had “never-ending” food poisoning? You thought about the other conditions Spencer had mentioned, no to the stomach flu, no to motion sickness, probably not food poisoning. You had migraines, but definitely weren’t currently suffering from a spell…so that left. Nope. No way.

Could it be possible? When was your last period? Shit. You pulled out your phone and opened the Flo app and your last charted period was…EIGHT WEEKS AGO. What the fuck? How had you missed that?  After pondering for a few minutes, you realized that around that time, the team had a particularly tough case where children were being kidnapped from malls in Alabama. The case had a happy ending, but it had taken seven days for you to catch the guy.  You had chalked up the missed cycle to stress – it happened sometimes.

After excusing yourself, you made your way to the bathroom. While in the bathroom, you made two calls, one to your primary care physician, and then one to the OBGYN that they referred you to. Thankfully (pure luck truly) they had an opening tomorrow morning.

You quickly made your way to Hotch’s office to see if he would allow you to come in late tomorrow. He was usually understanding about these things since you guys really have to take any doctor’s appointments you can get with your ridiculous schedule.

You knocked on the door frame softly, taking note of his nod, granting permission to enter. You walked cautiously to his desk, trying to work out the phrasing of this request in your head.

“I can hear the gears turning in your head, what’s going on?” Hotch questioned.

“Sorry Hotch, I uh, I just have a quick question for you.” You began. “You see, I haven’t been feeling great the last few days, so I called my doctor, and they can squeeze me in tomorrow first thing. Would it be possible for me to come in late so I can make that appointment?”

“Is that all? Of course, just come in when you can.” He finally met your gaze, offering a subtle smile.

**8 weeks pregnant**

You sat, bare legs causing the sterile paper beneath you to crinkle, the noise seemed to echo in the otherwise silent room. You had left a urine sample when you first arrived at the office, and they had just taken a blood sample. The nurse had asked you a million questions and you had to fill out nearly 20 different forms.

“Alright, so the urine test came back as positive for pregnancy.” The doctor informed you.

“Wow, um okay. So, what are the next steps?”

“Well, we are going to send your blood in to check your HCG levels amongst other things, that will give us a pretty good estimate as to how far along you are. We will give you a call when those results come in. I am going to send you home with some literature on what foods, medication, drinks, over all activities to avoid as well as some recommendations for prenatal vitamins and a prescription for some anti-nausea medication. There is also a card in there with the triage number in case of an emergency. So, what questions do you have for me?” The doctor concluded.

“I uh, when will I need to come back in? Also, I am a field agent with the FBI, I guess I’ll probably need a doctor’s note as proof of pregnancy, and then one later down the line I suppose, excusing me from duty.” You inquired.

“Once we get your HCG levels and can get a better idea of how far along you are, we will give you that call and then we will schedule your next appointment. Based on your last cycle, we will probably have you come back pretty soon for a transvaginal ultrasound and then your following appointment would be around your 12-week mark. As for work, I can get you that document now and then yes, as your pregnancy progresses we will discuss changes that will have to be made at work. Did you need a note for today?” She answered.

“Okay, that sounds good. And yeah, a note for today would be great. Thank you.”

Thoughts were racing through your head, the things you’d have to buy, getting your apartment prepared, telling the father (what was his name again…Michael? Brady? You’d have to figure that one out), telling your boss and the team, the changes to your body? Oh god, what have you gotten yourself into?

The second you stepped off the elevator your stomach twisted, and you darted to the bathroom. After emptying the contents of your stomach, you rinsed your mouth out and made your leave. What you weren’t expecting was Hotch on the other side of the door.

“Oh, sorry Hotch.”

“No need to apologize, I just wanted to see that you were alright. JJ let me know she saw you running in here.” He explained.

“I-I’m not feeling too great honestly. Do you think, maybe, I could head home for the day?” you queried.

“I think that is a good idea, you should get some rest. You know, you have a bunch of time off saved up – I’m not telling you to use it, but if you wanted to, it’s there. Do you need a ride home?” He asked.

“No, I think I’m okay. And I also think I am going to take you up on that suggestion. Do you think I could take like the next four days?”

“Absolutely, I’ll submit your time. You head home and get some rest. I’ll let Garcia know, that way she won’t call you if a case comes in.” He said.

“Thanks Hotch.”

“You’re welcome. Do me a favor, let me know when you get home safe.” He requested.

**9 weeks pregnant**

The next four days passed by in a blur, you had read through all the information the OBGYN sent you home with, you’d gone and picked up your medications from the pharmacy, cleaned your house, went grocery shopping, and you gotten your results back from the doctor. You had gotten the call yesterday that your HCG levels had placed you between 8 and 9 weeks pregnant and you had scheduled your ultrasound for the following Wednesday. You’d have to tell Hotch everything when you’re back at work tomorrow.

You also made a very awkward phone call to Jensen (damn, you were wayyy off) and he had been very pleased when you informed him that you didn’t want anything from him, he agreed that it would probably be best that way. You didn’t need to be tied to some one-off forever anyway, this was for the best. You just hoped your child wouldn’t resent you for not having a present father.

A knock at your door shook you from your thoughts. You checked your phone, 7:32 p.m. and a notification from Uber Eats that your tacos had been delivered! You paused your movie and shuffled to the door, checking the peephole once, then twice to confirm the identity of this visitor. You made quick work of unlocking and opening the door.

“Aaron? What are you doing here?”

“I came to see how you were feeling. I also ran into your delivery guy.” He explained.

“Come in, I ordered enough for two if you’re hungry?” You posed.

“I wouldn’t want to impose.” He shook his head.

“Not at all, come on in.”

You quickly realized that you were in sweats, a t-shirt, and slippers. You looked to Aaron taking note of his jeans and t-shirt. Casual looks good on him; you’d always thought so. You offered him a drink and invited him over to the couch, making yourselves comfortable and digging in. To the others, this may seem odd, a late-night taco date with your boss and your couch, but this was your normal.

You and Aaron had quickly realized your similarities when you first joined the team. You both had a stone exterior with a warm and fuzzy interior, you were closed off, but loyal and caring. These are the similarities that made your fast friendship so easy. The two of you hung out often, you had regular dinners together, went to movies or had movie nights, you went to the park with him and Jack, and sometimes…you even slept over. You didn’t share a bed or anything – except once when you first moved to your current apartment – your guest room hadn’t been set up yet. He was easily the person you were closest to, which is why it was terrifying to love him. You couldn’t lose him. So, you bottled up your feelings and enjoyed these moments with him.

“So, you’re feeling better then?”

You opened your mouth to reply when you felt it. That tightening lurch in your stomach. You brought your hand to cover your mouth and jumped up, desperate to get to your bathroom. You had barely made it before you were expelling your dinner into the porcelain bowl. You heaved until there was nothing left. It was only then that you felt the warmth of his hands brushing your hair back and rubbing circles over your spine. You slowly sat up and rested back against the bathtub, Aaron leaned against the counter.

“I guess it’s a good time to mention we have a mandated weekend off. I figured you were feeling better if you had ordered tacos.” Aaron teased.

“I was feeling better. And thank God. I could use the extra two days to get my shit together.” You laughed.

“What did the doctor say?” He questioned.

“Well, she uh…” You started.

“I shouldn’t have asked that, I’m sorry.” He apologized.

“No, Aaron it’s okay. I just – I found out that I’m pregnant.” You blurted.

“Oh, that’s – wow congrats. I didn’t realize you’d started seeing someone.” He muttered.

“Thanks, and I’m not. It was just some guy I met while we were in Alabama.” You grumbled.

With Aaron’s assistance, you made your way back to the couch, not before quickly brushing your teeth. After he saw that you were settled, he went to the kitchen and grabbed your anti-nausea pills, some crackers and a ginger ale for you.

The two of you sat and talked for hours, you told him about your doctor’s appointment and the phone call with Jensen. You expressed your excitement and nervousness, both of which he met with reassurance. Aaron was quick to tell you he thought you’d make a great mother and that he, along with the rest of the BAU, would be there for you every step of the way.

The night continued on with the two of you curled up on the couch watching movies, Aaron refilling your ginger ale as needed throughout the evening. Your position had shifted slightly the longer you sat there, you had laid down, your head resting on a pillow against Aaron’s thigh, his hand delicately running through your hair. You turned your head to look up at him, the movement drawing his gaze to you.

“Can I tell you something?” You asked.

“Anything.” He whispered.

“I’m scared to do this alone. I don’t want the kid to grow up and hate me because they don’t have a dad. Plus, I always thought when I had kids, I’d be settled…ya know?” You spoke softly.

“You’re not alone in this.” He replied.

“I know Aaron, that’s not what I meant.” you sighed.

“I could do it.”

“What?” You sat up abruptly, turning to look him in the eyes.

“I could raise the baby with you, I mean if you want. I just, I always wanted a big family, and Jack has asked about having a sibling on more than one occasion, plus we’re close already…” He rambled.

“You would do that for me?” You gasped.

“Of course I would, I’d do anything for you.” He smiled softly.

“So how would this work?” You questioned.

“It’s late, why don’t we head to bed, and we can talk logistics in the morning.” He said, patting your knee.

“Okay.” You smiled.

You woke up the next morning and had to remind yourself that last night was real, Aaron had in fact offered to raise your baby with you. You got out of bed and padded your way to the kitchen. Upon entering you were met with the sight of Aaron in his sweats and a T-shirt, gliding around your kitchen, making breakfast. This felt so domestic, and you couldn’t help the pain in your chest at the fact that this isn’t.

“Good morning!” You greeted.

“Good morning! How did you sleep?” He replied.

“I slept well thanks. You?”

“Pretty good actually. So, how are you feeling about my offer?” He queried.

“I’d like to take you up on it, as long as it’s still on the table. But I think we need to lay out some ground rules, or at least figure out how we would do this.” You explained.

“We’re doing this then! And I agree, we need to sort out all the details.” Aaron suggested.

Aaron and you talked about it a lot over the next few hours and had come to an agreement on nearly all subjects. Aaron would attend doctor’s appointments with you, the child would be raised by you and Aaron and for all intents and purposes, Aaron would be known as dad, when the kid is old enough, you agreed that honesty is crucial, and you’d explain that Aaron isn’t their biological dad. You had agreed on bringing the child up in a loving home and allowing your child to find their own way in religion and politics, neither of you fond of pushing either of those things on a kid. You had also agreed on the importance of education, family time, immunizations, etc.. There were a few things though, that you still weren’t sure of.

“So, Aaron, I guess I am just curious on how we would address a few things. Like with the team or anyone that asks – you’re the father? Or do we tell them there was a sperm donor? Are we honest about the situation? And what about us? Everyone is going to think we’re together. Also, the living situation, you mentioned you want to be around to help but going back and forth from my place to yours, it’s not fair to us or to Jack, what do we do?” You rattled on.

“Okay, slow down. I think with the team and family, we can tell them the truth…to anyone else, I’m the father. If that’s okay with you? For the living situation, I ugh well I was thinking, maybe we find a house? I know how crazy that sounds, but I would be closer to you to help out and Jack could be close to his sibling, at least for a while. It wouldn’t have to be permanent.” He let out a nervous chuckle. “As for us, I don’t want to complicate things sweetheart. I can’t say I’ve never thought about us…maybe we just take it day by day.” Aaron was trying to gauge your reaction.

“That all sounds perfect. We will take it day by day, see where this journey takes us.” You say, reaching to hold Aaron’s hand.

Aaron brings your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss to the back of it. You can’t help the heat that rises to your cheeks. His admission of thinking of the two of you as more than friends, lingers in your mind. You wondered how long he’d been thinking like that but figured you could ask him another time. The bubble you were currently in was far too precious to burst.

“So, should we start house hunting?”

Aaron chucked at your excitement and nodded happily.

**15 weeks pregnant**

The two of you agreed to wait to tell the team, at least until you had settled into your roles as co-parents. You also wanted to wait until you had progressed further in your pregnancy before you shared the news with not only the team, but also Jack. You had expressed to Aaron that you were worried Jack wouldn’t take the news well and he had assured you that Jack would be thrilled with the prospect of having a sibling. Aaron had also informed you that Jack had asked if you could be his new mom once your friendship had grown.

Things had been going well, it had been almost two months since you guys had agreed to do this together and you couldn’t be happier. Aaron had gone to your appointments with you, and that’s where you were currently headed. You had your 15-week appointment today, you’d also be doing some tests to ensure the baby is healthy.

“Alright, did you guys want to find out the baby’s sex today?”

You looked over at Aaron, and he met you with a subtle nod of confirmation. You had discussed this on the way over today.

“Yes we would!”

“You are having a girl, congratulations!” The doctor smiled and made her leave.

Aaron was quick to lean down and embrace you. You were shedding tears of joy, beaming with excitement. He pressed a chaste kiss to your temple and pulled away.

“I wanted it to be a surprise, I scheduled a showing with our realtor. I think you’re really going to like this one!” Aaron gushed.

Aaron drove you over to the most adorable home, judging from the curb appeal, you were thinking his assumption was correct. He helped you out of the vehicle and led you into the home, your realtor was waiting for you just inside the foyer.

“Mr. and Mrs. Hotchner, welcome! Please take your time to look around, I will be in the kitchen if you need anything. Aaron, I am going to make a few calls and see what we’re looking at for this one.” Bradley informed.

The two of you agreed to act as a married couple when looking into homes, Aaron had suggested that newlyweds with a baby on the way might be more appealing to a seller. Though things between you definitely felt more like that was becoming your truth as opposed to this fantasy you’d act out when in the presence of Bradley.

Looking around, Aaron led you around the house, showing you each of the rooms on the first floor, then the second. You ended up in the master bedroom, making your way out on the balcony that overlooks the backyard.

“So, I was thinking, the two rooms downstairs, one would be my office, and the other could be a sort of den or library. Up here, Jack could have that first room, the second could be a nursery, and then the other two well they’d be ours, or one could be a guest room.” Aaron offered.

“If we made one a guest room, that would mean that we…we’d share this room? Aaron Hotchner are you suggesting that we share a room?” You teased.

“Maybe I am.” He declared.

You had been playing this game of cat and mouse for the last three weeks. It had started after you had kissed. It happened in the heat of the moment, the two of you were fighting over him subtly benching you from work, you had explained you were fine to which he admitted how important you were to him and that he couldn’t afford to lose you. Upon this revelation, you’d shared a passionate kiss. An action that you hadn’t discussed or repeated since then.

“Well, I think that could work.” You nudged him gently. “This house is perfect honey.”

“Should we go talk to Bradley?” He posed.

“I think so.”

**17 weeks pregnant**

“Can you come to my office please?” Aaron asked.

Naturally this caught the attention of the team. You could tell they were growing suspicious of you and Aaron. They used to make jokes about you guys dating all the time with how close you were, but now, taking time off together to go to doctor’s appointments and hushed conversations in his office. You were sure the team thought you two were together. And now, you guessed they weren’t exactly wrong.

“They are totally dating.” Emily insisted.

“No doubt about it. Last week they left early together on Thursday. I guess Hotch called Rossi and told him they wouldn’t be back, and Rossi said he could hear them giggling. He used those exact words.” Morgan explained.

“Hotch, giggling? No way!” JJ chimed in.

“When do you think they’ll finally come clean?” Emily wondered.

“Whenever they are ready, and none of you are going to push the issue.” Rossi declared.

The others grumbled in defeat as they returned to their tasks. Meanwhile, Aaron was informing you that Bradley had left him a voicemail, asking that the two of you return the call when you could.

“Hey Aaron, thanks for getting back to me. Listen I have good news, your offer went through. You guys got the house! I’ll email over some paperwork, and we will talk next steps soon.” Bradley rushed.

“Thank you Bradley, we appreciate it.” Aaron replied before hanging up the phone.

You shared a look before a cheerful squeal escaped your lips. You jumped into Aaron’s arms, hugging him tightly. He was quick to return it, rocking you back and forth gently.

“We got the house! I can’t believe it!”

“We did sweetheart! Do you want to come for dinner tonight, we can talk to Jack?” Aaron offered.

“That sounds great.”

You made your way back to your desk and caught the tail end of your team’s conversation. They had clearly been speculating about the nature of your relationship with Aaron, and after that little display in his office, you couldn’t blame them. You’d have to bring that up tonight, maybe it was time to come clean.

You were currently cooking dinner while Aaron helped Jack with his homework at the dining table. If this is the life you had to look forward to, you’d be a happy girl. You never felt more at home than when in the presence of the Hotchner boys. You finished up dinner and sent the boys to wash up while you set the table, they returned swiftly and the three of you began eating.

“Jack, bud, we have something we want to talk to you about.” Aaron began. “It’s pretty important and I’d really like you to let me tell you everything before you respond okay?”

“Okay.” Jack nodded, mouth full.

“You know how I’m having a baby right?” You gave him a moment to nod in reply.

“Well, that baby is going to be your little sister.” Aaron explained. “We are going to have this baby, and we’re all going to live together, in a new house. You’ll still go to the same school, but we will live in a house, all together instead of in the apartment.” Aaron concluded.

Jack’s eyes grew wide at the mass of information he’d just received. He glanced from you to Aaron and back to you once more. His mouth fell open, and he took a deep breath before speaking.

“So, does that mean you’re going to be my mom finally? Are you guys getting married? What does the house look like? Will I have to share a room with the baby? And where did the baby come from?” Jack rattled off.

“Oh, well sweetie this doesn’t necessarily mean…”

“Bud, go put your dish in the sink and change into your pjs. When you come back we will answer all of your questions.” Aaron instructed.

Jack shrugged and went first to the kitchen, then shuffled down the hall to change. Aaron knew it would take him a little bit, and he’d likely get distracted before returning, which meant he could talk to you about the first two of Jack’s questions.

“Sweetheart, if I am going to be the father of this baby, would you maybe consider being a mother to Jack? I know it is a lot, but with us living together and raising the baby together, it might make sense for me to formally adopt the baby and you to adopt Jack. That way we really could be a family. If anything happened to me, I would at least know that he’d have someone. He loves you so much and I love you, it just feels right, him wanting to call you mom.” Aaron blurted.

“Y – you love me?” You gasped.

Aaron blushed, having realized his slip up. “I do.”

“I love you too Aaron. And I would love for Jack to consider me his mom, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about us all being a real family like that. As for the adoption, that sounds perfect, I’d have to call Jensen and judging how our first conversation went, it should be a non-issue.” You noted.

“We would just have to get the papers drawn up for you to adopt Jack, his mother signed away her rights when she left us.” Aaron stated.

You looked at him with a saddened expression. The thought of leaving Aaron and Jack breaks your heart, you can’t imagine how she did it so effortlessly. Aaron could see the hurt behind your gaze, and he brought his hand up to caress your cheek, drawing a heat with it.

“Can we go back to a few minutes ago when we both said “I love you” for the first time” Aaron chuckled.

You let out a giggle and nodded, leaning in to meet him halfway for a passionate kiss. The two of you have kissed before, but never like this. Kissing someone who you love and that loves you in return, well that is pure bliss.

“Eww!” Jack shrieks, covering his eyes.

The two of you share a laugh and pull away. Aaron begins clearing the table while you go to get Jack.

“Eww? Eww? Come here buddy! Let me give you a big smooch!” You laughed reaching for Jack.

His laughs rang through the apartment as you jokingly chased him around the living room. When you finally caught up to him, you wrapped your arms around him a pressed a dramatically loud kiss to his cheek. Jack feigned disgust and wiped his cheek off as Aaron entered the room, joining the two of you on the couch with a big smile on his face.

“Alright buddy, I want to answer some of your questions okay?”

“Okay dad.”

“So, let’s start with the house, you are going to have your own room. The house is big with a yard that we can practice soccer in and a pool for us to swim! You will get to see the house soon; we are going to move in just a few weeks.” Aaron explained.

“As for me bud, if you want to call me mom you absolutely can. We aren’t getting married just yet, but we are a family sweetie.” You gently ruffle his hair.

“Okay mom, but you didn’t answer my last question! Where do babies come from?”

Your heart soared at the name, but both you and Aaron choked at his question.

“Uh, we will talk about that when you’re a little older. Go get ready for bed.”

**26 weeks pregnant**

You were nearing week 26 of your pregnancy and you knew, beyond a doubt, that the entire team knew you were pregnant, you hadn’t really been hiding it other than some loose-fitting tops. None of them said anything, but they were all doing everything in their power to make sure you were comfortable, safe, and feeling well in the office and even more so in the field. 

On your last case, the whole team worked to keep you stuck in the local precinct as to avoid any potential harm. You knew they were just being protective, but your doctor said you were fine to continue field work for at least a few more weeks. You wanted to work while you still could, and you decided to talk to Aaron about finally coming clean to the team.

“Hey, can I talk to you really quick?” You asked, entering his office.

“Am I talking to you as your boss or as your significant other?” He questions.

“Both I guess? Aaron, I think we need to tell the team. They already know I’m pregnant, that I am sure of. But they are acting like I am made of glass, and I would really like to keep working while I still can.” You declared.

“Sweetheart I can’t say I am particularly upset about everyone being extra cautious for you. I want you safe, and they do too. But if you’re ready to tell them, then let’s tell them.” He admitted.

Aaron called the team to the round table so the two of you could come clean about everything. In the last 18 weeks, your lives had drastically changed for the better, and they’d only continue to do so, so it was only right that you have your BAU family involved and around for the joy to come.

“I called you all in here because we have some news we’d like to share with you all.” Aaron said, placing his hand on your shoulder.

You smiled up at him before continuing. “I am pregnant, as you all already seem to know…but that’s not all.” You and Aaron told the team about your relationship, the pregnancy and how it came to be, Aaron stepping in and being the father, the new house and how you moved in together, you told them everything.

The team met you with shocked expressions, before they bombarded you with congratulations, embraces, and some questions. They asked about Jack and his reaction, they asked about the baby’s biological father, and they asked if an engagement was coming soon.

You had explained that the adoption process had already begun for Aaron and the baby, that Jensen was more than willing to waive his parental rights. You’d also told them how Jack started calling you mom and you were planning to ask him if you could adopt him officially in a few weeks and Aaron said an engagement would occur soon enough as long as you’d have him.

To close out your family meeting, you’d politely asked everyone to remember that you were pregnant, not incompetent, and you would appreciate it if they would let you work like normal (mostly) for the last few weeks you’d be able to. They agreed with some apprehension as long as you’d be careful and let the others lead.

**33 weeks pregnant**

The team had travelled to Colorado for a case, you knew that this would be one of the last times you’d get to travel with the team, so you were going to give this case your all.

For the last month, Aaron had definitely broken his promise and was keeping you on a tight leash. You knew he was only protecting you, but you wanted to do your job. You were damn good at it, and you weren’t going to let anyone tell you otherwise.

“Alright, you are going to stay here and work on the geographical profile with Reid, and I am, going to the latest crime scene with Morgan.” Aaron stated.

“I’d like to go with Morgan actually. I think that my skills would be better suited that way.” You disputed, sending a glare Aaron’s way.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea…” Aaron started.

“Hotch. Let me do my job.”

“Okay go. Be careful, please.” Aaron pleaded.

Morgan drove you to the latest crime scene and you both looked around observing all of the evidence markers and trying to gather as much information as you could. The two of you were bouncing ideas off of one another when glass breaking sounded downstairs.

Morgan brought a finger to his lips signaling to be silent. You both raised your weapons and made your way to the landing. Morgan leaned around the corner to see if he could catch a glimpse of the intruder from the top of the stairs. When it came up empty, he motioned that he was going downstairs, silently telling you he’d let you know when it was safe to follow.

You didn’t move until Morgan signaled for you to do so. When he did, you carefully made your way downstairs. He went left and you went right, making your way through the first level of the home you noticed a broken lamp next to an open window in the living room.  Before you had a chance to react, a man grabbed you from behind, his arm wrapping around your throat and his gun pressed to your temple.

“Call out to your partner.” He hissed, pressing the gun further into your skin.

“Morgan, in the living room!” You called.

“Did you find someth-” Morgan trailed off, seeing the unsub holding you. “Woah, okay. We don’t want any trouble okay. You can let her go. We can get you whatever you want man.” Morgan offered.

“DON’T TRY TO PLAY GAMES WITH ME!” The unsub bellowed.

“We’re not – trying to play games with you. We just want everyone to leave here unharmed.” You tried to console the unsub.

“NO! LOOK AT HIM! HE’S GONNA TRY AND SHOOT ME THE SECOND I LET YOU GO! I’M NOT FUCKING STUPID!” The unsub cried.

You could tell he was devolving; he was young, intimidated and sick of being pushed around by men in positions of power. Most notably, his father.

“You’re right. He probably will try and shoot. He’s cocky like that. Always walking around like he’s a gift from God himself. Barking orders at his subordinates and making passes at any female employee. It makes me sick.” You played into his delusions.

“He treats you like that?” The unsub wavered.

“He does. And I can’t stand it! I am sick of being treated like I’m less than. Like I’m not good enough to be here! I deserve more, you deserve more. We are strong and capable, and we should be treated as such.” You continued to work this unsub while Morgan slowly moved into position.

“You’re right! If you can see that, why couldn’t he? Why couldn’t he see that I am enough!” The unsub sobbed, his hands dropping to his sides.

Morgan swooped in and handcuffed him after gently grabbing his gun from his hand. The unsub sobbed quietly, realizing the error of his ways. You moved to sit in a nearby chair and Morgan pulled out his phone to call for backup.

“Are you okay?” Aaron asked, rushing to your side. “This is exactly why I didn’t want you coming with Morgan.”

“Aaron, honey, I’m okay!” You reassured him.

“Hotch, your girl single handedly talked the guy off the ledge. She’s the reason we’re all safe.” Morgan explained.

Aaron looked at you once again. Taking in every part of your body to ensure you had no injuries. He gently takes your chin between his index finger and thumb to glance at your right temple, making a note of the slight bruise that’s developing there.

“I want you to get checked out before we go home.” Aaron informed.

“Okay.” You said, knowing arguing wouldn’t get you anywhere.

After spending far too long at the hospital, you were headed back to the hotel with a clean bill of health for both you and your baby girl. Aaron’s hands hadn’t left you since he’d rushed to your side at the crime scene. They were either holding your own, pressed to the small of your back, or resting on your leg. You knew he was just trying to ground himself in the fact that you were safe.

That night you and Aaron shared a conversation about you going on desk duty for the next few weeks, before your maternity leave started. He was a bit shocked that you didn’t fight him on it…not even a little bit.

**39 weeks pregnant**

You had been on maternity leave for all of five days and you were already out of your mind. The only thing you were grateful for was the fact that you got to spend so much time with Jack.

Your adoption of him had been finalized two weeks ago and everything was done regarding Aaron adopting the baby. Now, you were just awaiting the arrival of your daughter. You were more than ready for her to be here and out of your body, and while the pregnancy hadn’t been particularly difficult, you were exhausted and bloated and just ready to be done.

You were in the kitchen making lunch for Jack and you while he played in the living room. He’d requested a grilled cheese sandwich with some tomato soup. You had just flipped the sandwich when a contraction hit. The pain washed over you, radiating down your spine and through your pelvis. You took a deep breath and check the time, they were about fifteen minutes apart right now, the contractions kept you up all night and had been consistent all day.

“Okay bud, lunch is served!” You set his food down in front of him on the coffee table.

“Thanks mom!” He smiled, taking a big bite of grilled cheese.

“You’re welco-” a sharp hiss escaped your mouth.

Checking the clock again you realize it’s only been about five minutes since the last one. You take a few deep breaths and look around for your phone, it might be time to text Aaron.

“Mom, are you okay?” Jack asked.

“Yeah bub I’m okay. I think your sister is getting ready to come.” You explained.

“Really? I can’t wait to meet her!” Jack cheered, resting one of his hands on your swollen belly.

“I can’t wait either. Jack, could you uh – could you go grab my phone hon?” You requested.

“Okay!” He wandered over to the kitchen to grab your phone.

You felt another contraction coming on and realized that they were coming one after another in shorter bursts of times. You needed to get to the hospital.

Jack returned from the kitchen with your phone and handed it to you. You were quick to dial Aaron’s number.  It rang three times before he picked up.

“Hey sweetheart. Is everything okay?” He questioned.

“Yeah honey, it – it’s time. She’s coming.”

“Now? How far apart are your contractions? Did your water break? Are you in pain? Should I call an ambulance to come and take you to the hospital?” Aaron rattled off question after question.

“Aaron, baby, contractions are three minutes apart now, my water hasn’t broken, I’m not in too much pain, and please don’t call an ambulance. I will drive myself and Jack to the hospital. Meet us there.”

“I will sweetheart. The go bag is on the floor of the closet, on the right side. And the car seat has already been installed. I am leaving right now.” Aaron promised.

“Okay! See you soon.”

**36 weeks pregnant**

“Mrs. Hotchner, can we go swimming?” Henry asked.

“Of course, bud, you boys go get your swim trunks on and I will get Nora changed. Okay?” You looked at the three boys for confirmation.

After they all shouted okay, they ran to Jack’s room and the bathroom to change, you walked with Nora upstairs to help her change into her swimsuit.

“Alright bug, pink or green?” You asked her.

“No. Blue momma, blue!” Nora demanded.

“Okay bug, blue suit.” You agreed.

You got Nora changed and brought her into your room, before you changed into your own bathing suit in the on-suite bathroom. When you exited, you grabbed Nora and then made sure the boys were all ready and that they had put on sunscreen. The five of you made your way outside, the boys were quick to jump straight into the pool, and you made sure to put on Nora’s swimming vest.

Aaron stepped away from the grill and wrapped his arms around your waist. He placed a sweet kiss on your shoulder before leaning down and kissing Nora’s head. He went back to the grill and got it cleaned and ready for the burgers you were making tonight.

“JJ texted and said her and Will were on their way. She said to thank you again for picking the boys up from school.” Aaron let you know.

“She doesn’t need to thank me.” You scoffed. “The boys all go to the same school and with me on maternity leave, I have nothing better to do.” You laughed.

“I’m excited to see the team, it’s been so long since we’ve all been together.” Aaron sighed, slipping into the pool with you.

“I know honey. We’ve all just been so busy…that’s why it’s taken this long for us to do this reveal” You hugged him. “Do you regret taking the promotion?”

“Not for even a second. It has allowed me more time with you and the kids. I got to see almost all of Nora’s milestones, and I am so excited for this little one to join us here soon.” Aaron said caressing your belly once more.

“I can’t wait either.” You smiled.

One by one the team began filing in through the back gate. Derek and Savanah had come in with Hank. JJ and Will had come in and were quick to greet their sons. Emily, Spencer and Penelope arrived all at once saying their hellos and quickly getting into the pool. And Rossi arrived last, he set the cake and wine in the kitchen and made himself comfortable in the lounge chairs on the deck.

Time passed in slow motion, you made conversation with those around you and ate dinner (Aaron and Derek standing over the grill drinking beer…they were arguing over how long to cook the burgers). Everyone got out of the pool and as the adults sat on the lounge chairs, the kids ran around in the yard, playing soccer.

“Are you guys ready?” Dave asked

After you and Aaron nodded, Dave went to grab the cake. You called everyone over to the table and let them know that you chose to reveal the gender this way because you didn’t want some big flashy party, but rather to be surrounded by loved ones.

“So, there’s one other announcement I’d like to make before we do the gender reveal.” You began. “I will not be returning to the BAU after the birth.”

A chorus of “what do you mean” and “why” and “that’s not funny” rang out around you. This was something that you’d been at war with yourself over for the entirety of this pregnancy. Aaron taking the promotion to a director position, it had shockingly allowed him more time with your family, and it provided a safety that his previous position had hindered. It was a culmination of those facts that led you to your decision.

“What does this mean though? What are you going to do?” Spencer was the one to ask.

“I’m going to teach.” You smiled. “I was offered a position, within the FBI, to teach. You guys will still get to see me, and we will still host everyone, but the hours are better, and they’ll allow me more time at home.”

The team exchanged solemn expressions, but ultimately wished you well. They let you know that they’d miss you and the team wouldn’t be the same without you, but they understood.

“Okay! Sorry. Onto a much happier topic – the gender reveal of our baby!” You exclaimed.

Aaron and you each took a wine glass and held them upside down over opposite edges of the cake. The team counted down 3…2…1…and you and Aaron plunged the glasses into the cake. You each brought the glasses up and held them out in front of you, confusion etched on the faces of those standing before you.

“OH MY GOD! It’s twins! It’s twins isn’t it!” Penelope shouted with glee.

In front of you, enclosed in the wine glass were layers of chocolate cake intermixed with blue frosting. And in front of Aaron was a glass housing chocolate cake with pink frosting. The two of you shared a look, one that held nothing but love and adoration for one another and the beautiful life you’ve built with one another. You loved each other more than anything and your growing family was proof of that, Jack and Nora had been thrilled that they’d be getting both a little brother and sister, and in just a few short weeks, they’d make their debut.

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Long Day

Jared Leto x Reader

{A/N} Hey puddin’s! Here’s another fanfic no one asked for, but I felt like delivering. I was having a rough day and of course, decided to see how Jared might comfort someone. So if you’re feeling sweet and fluffy, this one’s for you!

If you’ve requested something, have no fear, it’s on the way! <3

xo Harley

Warnings: Sweet fluff, a little bit of sadness. Also, this is totally friendly, no sexual/relationship aspects involved.

The lights dimmed and went out for the final time, leaving you feeling exhausted as you headed back down a long hallway and to a dressing room in the back of the venue you were playing. It was no easy feat, opening for Thirty Seconds to Mars, you had one hell of an act to keep up with. Though you were sure almost no one cared about you and your performance just before theirs, you put your all in every night- especially when he invited you back out on stage for the impromptu duets.

Your eyelids were heavier than normal, and your body felt weak as you mulled over just what life was dealing you at the moment. It wasn’t often that you had these “reality check” moments, but as it sunk in harder, you began to grow a bit emotional, despite the gratefulness that swelled within your chest. It felt like it had been years since you’d had a home cooked meal, and an even longer time since you’d seen your family. You missed the comforts of home, especially when it came time to go to sleep. A sudden twinge of sadness made itself known in your throat, and you noticed you’d been holding back tears for the duration of your trek.

When you arrived at your empty dressing room, you quickly closed the door behind you, kicking off your heels and tying your hair up into a messy bun atop your head. A tear rolled down your cheek without your permission, and you silently damned yourself for letting it slip as you flicked it away.

The feeling in your chest was growing heavier, burdening you with its presence. You absolutely loved what you did, but it was your first rodeo, and you absolutely were tired. You bit into your lower lip, pressing your palms into the edge of the vanity and staring into your own eyes through the light bulb lined mirror. You had maintained a perfect image for yourself, always carefree and happy. Always ready to entertain and relate to the masses. The girl who stared back, however, was weary- and honestly? Extremely homesick.

You hadn’t made many friends on tour. Between traveling, trying to find time to sleep and trying to find decent food to sustain your energy, there was no room to chit chat. You sighed, pulling away from the vanity and heading for the door. You just needed a friend, and though you had none at the moment, you hoped the one person who always seemed to brighten anyone’s day might have a little time for you off stage, too.

Before leaving, you slid into your fuzzy slippers and shrugged into your favorite hoodie. It was chilly once you began to come down from the adrenaline you felt on stage, and you were only wearing a crop top and shorts short enough to make anyone else blush.

A little nervous, but also a little desperate, you shuffled back out of your dressing room and headed for the room just a couple doors down. Once you stood before it, you contemplated knocking at all. Everyone else flooding the hallway to break down after the show was too busy to notice your odd appearance in front of another door. Wringing your hands together for a moment, a few strands of hair fell around your face as you turned to leave, and then stopped yourself again.

“Just knock,” you heard a voice say.

Caught off guard and cheeks burning red, you turned to catch a glance at who it was. Of course, it was Shannon Leto, hanging off of the door frame to his dressing room to study you as he spoke.

“He doesn’t bite. Usually,” and with that, he disappeared into the room and closed the door behind him.

You shrugged a bit to yourself and a minute of courage was all it took as you watched your hand rap on the door a few times. You immediately regretted it, drawing a breath between your teeth and scrunching your nose. A beat passed, and you decided to give it up. What was I thinking, anyway? You turned to leave before hearing the click of the door opening beside you, causing you to stop and turn back around to face the man you’d so confidently faced before every night on stage, Jared Leto.

“Hi,” was all you said, impishly lifting a hand to wave at him.

He eyed you curiously before a sleepy grin crossed his lips.

“Can I help you?” He asked lightly, clearly unsure of why you were there.

“Well.. I hope so,” you responded, your tone growing slightly rushed as you continued. “I kind of just need to talk to someone, and I don’t really know where else to turn, because my moms probably asleep in her time zone, and I don’t really have any-“

“Hey,” he interrupted quietly, placing a hand on your shoulder gently. “Come in.”

He opened the door wider and waved you in behind him as he stepped back into the privacy of his dressing room.

You noticed a rumpled blanket and his phone on the couch that sat in the corner, feeling bad that maybe you’d interrupted his own time to himself.

“Is this a bad time? I don’t want to bother you..” you said, closing the door behind you.

“No, no. I’m fine. But the look on your face tells me otherwise about you. What’s on your mind, darlin’?” He asked playfully then, a hint of a southern accent on the pet name. “I’ve never seen you so meek before.”

He lounged back on the couch, patting the seat beside himself and leaning his head back into the plush cushion with a deep breath. You moved to the couch then, sitting beside him. It was almost a bit humorous to you, that he noticed your larger than life personality on stage. You cracked a faint grin, cozying up into a small ball and wrapping your arms around your legs, resting your chin on your knees.

“Jared.. I’m tired. I miss home. And real food. And my cat,” you sighed, not wanting to bombard him with your thoughts and feelings despite that being your reason for sitting on his couch.

He chuckled a bit, his eyes closed. You didn’t want to admit it, but he sure looked gorgeous in such a relaxed state. He lifted his head and looked at you.

“That’s normal, trust me. I know it feels like you’re on a never ending rollercoaster.. This is definitely far from our first time out, and sometimes we still have to remind ourselves how lucky we are.”

“Really? You guys make it look so effortless, like there’s no place you’d rather be.”

He grinned again, eyes closing and head returning to its tilted back position against the couch as he waved a hand lightly.

“There isn’t. But sometimes you do miss your own bed.”

Breathing a laugh, you nodded.

“Oh yeah, I miss that too,” you said, pausing for a few moments as you got lost in thought. When you felt your eyes growing wetter, you realized it was too late to hold anything back now.

“But sometimes it’s so hard to keep smiling,” you whispered, not looking up anymore.

From your peripheral vision, you noticed his head perk up again. He shifted in place, arching a brow.

“You don’t have to be happy all the time, you know. Sometimes you can just.. feel.”

“All I do is feel, lately. It’s like I can’t turn it off. And every day is a new place and new faces… I know what I signed up for, I really do. I just didn’t realize the actual toll these things would take,” you sniffed, not daring to look up at him; not daring show the weakness you refused to let anyone see prior.

Jared sat up straight, leaning forward on his knees as he looked over at your guarded position beside him. Sure, you were there because you needed a venting session, but you didn’t want to cry. You didn’t want to look like the big baby you felt like. With a straight face, you tried to keep your line of sight on the carpet, though you could feel your cheeks growing hotter and your eyes welling up.

“Don’t go hard on me now, babe,” he chuckled lightly and nudged your leg. “If you need to let go of everything, here’s the place and nows the time. No one else is going to be knocking at my door until it’s time to head out.”

He might as well have opened floodgates. Teardrops streaked down your still perfectly contoured cheeks as you buried your face in your curled up position. You sniffed, shaking your head.

“I just feel like such an ass for feeling this way,” you mewled. “I always said I never would, and now here I am, desperate for any sort of person to vent to… No offense- I just didn’t want to burden you with my minuscule issues.”

A soft chuckle escaped him as you felt a hand slide around your shoulders and pull you in close. He had moved closer, leaning his head against yours and rubbing your arm. There was nothing more than the innocence of comforting a friend between you, and it was a welcomed sensation as you leaned back against him and did what you always told yourself you should never do in front of anyone.

Cry.

“It’s not a minuscule issue. You went from nothing to everything overnight. This is to be expected, honestly… You know, when lobsters grow out of their shells, they’re very uncomfortable. But that’s just part of growth. You don’t look like a lobster, by the way. But you get me.”

He laughed again, and this time, a small giggle fell past your lips, too.

“I’ve heard that before. I just wish it could be easier. Being overwhelmed by the one thing I wanted the most feels shitty. I try not to complain.. There are a million other people who wish they could be in my shoes. But sometimes it’s just, hard.”

“You walk this path because you can handle it. We’ve all seen you in action. You’re a beast! You got this, {Y/N}. And when you get home you’ll appreciate your bed more. You won’t take a home cooked meal for granted,” he quipped.

“That’s true,” you sniffed again, taking his words to heart.

You’d always admired him, and hearing such kind statements from his mouth cheered you up more than you expected.

“Next time we’re in a city where I can actually cook on a real stove, I’m making you something. Anything. It might be a little burnt, but it’s better than cramming fries before passing out every night,” he nodded at you as your eyes met his.

“I didn’t know you knew that,” you said, slightly embarrassed.

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen your assistant running wild trying to get any kind of food in you before you’re out cold for the night.”

You laughed. It was true. You kept a hectic schedule on tour, like most everyone else, but slightly more irresponsible, and if you didn’t eat something during the day, you were irritable, or lightheaded and nauseated the next day.

“That salad you had last night was supposed to be mine. But I’m such a great guy, I let your assistant have it to give to you. Same with that vegan slice of pie last week.. and the açaí bowl before that…”

“What?! I’m sorry! I feel like I should be cooking you something instead now.”

You suddenly felt like a bit of a jerk. You had no idea he was sacrificing meals and snacks just to keep you in good health.

“We’ll make something together, how about that?” He said instead, rubbing your arm gently.

You cracked a genuine smile, already feeling a bit more comfortable and relaxed from your slight breakdown. You knew he was a nice person, but you truly didn’t realize that he had been taking care of you in little ways since you’d embarked on the tour.

“I’d really like that.”

He stretched his arms out wide with a big yawn then, indicating that it was time to get a move on and head back to gather your things and hit the road again. You stood up quickly, shuffling back into your fuzzy slippers and heading for the door.

“Thanks, Jared. For everything. I really mean it. You’re a great guy.”

Another sleepy grin crossed his lips, and he breathed a soft laugh that might not have been audible if you were breathing at the same time.

“I just take care of those whom I care for.”

Your hand reached for the doorknob as you turned to conceal your warm and fuzzy grin and make your exit; but something in you, maybe something crazy, made you stop when you opened the door.

“I.. don’t really want to sleep alone tonight,” you heard yourself say.

Unsure of just where that blunt honesty came from, you could already feel your cheeks burning hot.

“I- I didn’t mean that as in, ‘hey let’s bang,’ I just..” You trailed off, already embarrassed at your own slip up. I always ruin a perfectly fine moment.

He chuckled again, this time louder.

“I know what you’re saying. There’s definitely room in my bed on the bus- I got the room and they all got the bunks this time,” he mused, a cheeky grin placing itself on his features, as though he were proud of himself for taking the most comfortable sleeping quarters on the bus from the rest of them.

They were men, but they sure acted like boys sometimes. You giggled, shaking your head and playfully rolling your eyes.

“Mister nice guy, huh?” You joked, turning around to face him again.

“Oh yeah. Go get your stuff loaded in and I’ll just let them know to wait for you. I’m heading back out there now anyway, I’m exhausted, tonight was.. tres fou,” he said, the French making you giggle again.

But your face lit up like fireworks on the 4th at his acceptance, and you nodded quickly, turning back around and hurrying out of the door. After a beat, you popped back into his doorway, poking your head in with a small, warm grin.

“Thanks.”

-x-x-x-

“Welcome to Chateau Leto while we’re on the road,” he announced in a French accent as you stepped into his ‘room’ behind him.

It was small, just a bed and a window with some storage space around it, but it seemed like heaven on a night when all you wanted was to feel safe. You plopped onto the bed, kicking off your slippers and setting down a stuffed animal you unabashedly slept with despite not being a kid anymore. When Jared noticed, a confused grin washed over his countenance. He picked it up by the scruff and looked at it.

“I didn’t take you for a stuffed animal kind of girl.”

You pouted, crossing your arms in a mock huff as a few more strands of hair fell from your messy bun.

“He’s not a stuffed animal, he’s my best friend. Very well traveled, too, I’ll have you know,” you defended, your nose in the air before you fell into a small giggle fit.

He pretended to talk through it for a moment, sending you both into laughter. Once you smacked him with a nearby pillow playfully, he set it back down beside you.

“Okay, okay!” He surrendered.

Once you began to settle back down, you buried your face in the pillow, inhaling the scent. It must’ve been his; it smelled of cologne and yet his natural scent still remained. A small smile crossed your lips as you set it back down in its place, too.

He laid down on it then, crunching it up behind his head and staring at the ceiling. Your eyes raked over his frame, looking angelic as ever as he remained still; his tattooed chest rising and falling with each serene breath, his arm still behind his head with the pillow. He wore a pair of Gucci sweats and a t-shirt, you assumed only because you were there. Getting lost in thought, and still trying to come down from the last spikes of adrenaline, you continued to stare.

When the bus revved to a start, you quickly snapped out of it, coming back down to earth and grabbing your stuffed animal. You laid down then, the bus beginning to pull out from the venue to begin the journey to the next city. You didn’t want to think about what the next day would hold. You simply wanted to be, and feel, just like he’d mentioned. He made it look so easy. When you peeked back over at him, his eyes were already closed and you could tell he was already fast asleep.

Another grin danced on your lips as you carefully got a bit more comfortable, pulling a blanket over him gently and another over yourself.

“Good night, J,” you whispered, closing your eyes and drifting off into the deepest sleep you’d had since tour began.

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Guilty - Part 2

Jared Leto x Reader

{A/N} You guys asked for a part two, and hopefully I delivered for this one!  I know it’s been a while, but I assure you I’m still writing! I finally finished this little beauty and the next story WILL be Home pt 2 (also finally). The other requests will come after that! Thank ya for bearin with me, puddin’s! 🖤 xo Harley

Warnings: Some pretty hot car sex including: oral sex, a secret daddy kink. Not much of a warning but a good time, if you ask me.

You were still reeling from the past few hours you’d spent working with Jared as you approached the SUV that sat outside of the Hollywood home that was the background to what promised to be one of the best Gucci campaigns yet. Every five minutes your stomach fluttered with butterflies as your mind wandered back to the most intimate scenes you were lucky enough to play out with him.

Aside of your hair and makeup, you were no longer in your 50’s get-up or racy lingerie, but back in the hoodie and Ugg boots you showed up on set in. Once you got into your ride home, you pulled your phone from your bag, absentmindedly clicking through it as the driver started the car. When you lifted your head to gaze out of the window, you noticed a now all too familiar face trotting down the driveway.

“Wait,” you curtly instructed the driver, moving your fingers to roll down the window hastily as Jared appeared.

The grin on his expression was undeniable as he leaned into the window and pushed some hair from his face.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked playfully.

“Well.. home,” you responded with a slightly confused smile.

“I don’t think so,” he started. “Actually, I’ve got an appearance to make at the Gucci store on Rodeo. Taking photos, signing autographs. I think it’d be great campaigning if you came along.”

“Is that all I’m good for, Mr. Leto? A campaign?” You joked.

“You’re good for so much more than that.. But I do think people would enjoy seeing us both there,” his eyes bore into yours for a moment before he spoke again. “Besides, I’m not done with you, yet, sweetheart.”

There it was again, that racing feeling in your chest as you drew into yourself in a flirty manner, your lips curving into a smirk.

“Well in that case…”

You opened the door and he stood back as you grabbed your bag and the hanger that contained your pieced together outfit that was draped across the other seat.

“I guess I can work something out,” you finished, offering a cheeky grin before relieving your driver of his duties for the time being.

“Perfect..” Jared winked, taking your bag from you carefully. “Go back in there and get dressed, and we’ll head over. We’ve got about… ten minutes before we have to go.”

Your eyes widened before you started running back into the house, calling back over your shoulder with a laugh. “Thanks for the heads up so far in advance!”

All you could hear was his laugh before you disappeared back into the house and straight for a room to change. You rushed the best you could without messing up your hair and makeup, catching Haley on her way out and having her zip up the back of your dress quickly.

“Have fun! And don’t forget to call me if you need a touch up!” She giggled.

“Thanks, Haley!” You called over your shoulder back into your house as your ran in your heels down the driveway, not paying attention to what was ahead of you. “I’ll give you a call before my next even—“

And with that, your life flashed before your eyes as you felt your heel catch on the edge of what might’ve been a rock. Once the split second passed, you opened your eyes with a gasp, clutching your chest through the clothes you held in your hands. Where you thought you’d hit the ground, you were back in Jared’s arms, being held up right. You relaxed a bit with another deep breath, bringing a hand to your forehead.

“Fuckin’ a,” you breathed as he laughed.

“You’re really falling for me, I’m telling you.”

“Ha-ha, very funny,” you grinned, gaining your bearings again.

“How long was that?” You asked as he took your hand, carefully helping you into the SUV that was there for him.

His touch was just as electric as it had been the first time you felt it just hours earlier.

“About fifteen minutes, but that’s fine, I don’t mind being fashionably late.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” you mewled, truly upset that you’d gotten him behind schedule. “I must’ve been talking to Haley longer than I thought.”

He closed the door and you set your things down beside you, smoothing your dress to keep it from getting wrinkled in the ride to the store. Once he entered the car and closed the door, he shifted to get a better look at you, a grin on his lips as he shook his head just slightly.

“They’re going to love seeing you there. It’ll be a big shock, I think.”

“I don’t think anyone will be concerned with me when you’re right there,” you smirked.

“Looking like that? I don’t believe that for one minute.”

A soft blush painted your cheeks as you waved your hand to dismiss him, the driver pulling out of the driveway and heading for the heart of the city.

“I’m nothing special, really.”

His eyes almost seemed to pop out of his head, his fingers moving to lift the hem of your dress just slightly before he draped his arm across the back seat.

“Nothing special? If you weren’t so crazy, I’d think you were insane,” he almost growled, and your breath caught in your chest as your mind immediately fell back to the infamous line in Suicide Squad. “You’re plenty special.”

“I’ll take your word for it!” You laughed, trying to brush off the arousal that just forced its way into your center.

-x-x-x-

Once the SUV pulled up the store, you could see a line of fans down the sidewalk coupled with paparazzi that came to get their own snapshots of the event for the tabloids. Girls and men screamed and cheered, all awaiting Jared’s grand entrance as they realized the car that rolled up was his. It would’ve been deafening if you hadn’t been inside the safety of the vehicle.

He shot you a look, his demeanor changing from slightly guarded but relaxed to completely smug and even more guarded as the door began to open for him. He placed his sunglasses on his face as he got out, the crowd going wild for him. When he turned and offered his hand to you, you slid out as gracefully as possible, taking a tight hold of his hand and stepping out beside him. The crowd roared even louder, and you both lifted your free hands to wave as you made your way in.

Neither of you seemed to notice that you were still holding hands as you walked past the line of people and into the store to take your places in front of a wall for photos. It wasn’t until you let each other go that you realized how natural it’d felt. A sudden spike of embarrassment coursed through you as you looked at your hand for a second, still warm from where his had fit so perfectly.

“Ready, {Y/N}?” He asked.

If it had caught his attention, he gave no indication. With a careful but playful tousle of your hair, you nodded with a smile.

“I’m ready if you are.”

And with that, the doors opened, and security began shuffling people in through an orderly line. It seemed as though people were just as excited to see you as they were to see Jared, and it warmed your heart to know that despite his being such a prominent figure, people were still just as appreciative to meet you. Fame had been a funny thing, but it shocked you every time.

“Hi, {Y/N}, oh my god, I’m so nervous!” A fan gushed. “You’re so gorgeous! And so are you!” She turned to Jared, her eyes wide with adoration.

“Don’t be nervous! We’re human, too!” You assured as she turned around between both of you for a photo.

“I might not be human, actually,” Jared grinned, causing her to giggle.

“Well, he does spend a lot of time on Mars,” you joked, and she giggled again as the camera flashed, blinding you all briefly.

The girl waved another guy over excitedly, and he came running, squeezing himself between you and her. Jared looked over at you, lifting a brow for just a moment before facing the camera again.

“Don’t mind my boyfriend,” the girl started. “He’s just in love with you, {Y/N},” she rolled her eyes jokingly.

“Oh,” you pretended to flirt. “Well it’s my pleasure to meet you, boyfriend.”

“I’m Jared, too,” he nodded, clearly ecstatic to have his hand around your waist for a photo.

“And just as handsome!” You replied.

The guy wasn’t bad looking, but you weren’t serious- you just liked to give the people what they wanted.

Jared leaned over to look at him then. His face was calm, and his tone light as he spoke, but something seemed off. His jaw was just a bit tighter than normal.

“Hey man, there’s only room for one Jared, here,” he joked.

“Is someone jealous?” The girl asked as the camera flashed again before she held out a photo for him to sign.

“Me? No way..” he trailed off as he signed the photo, his eyes still on the task at hand as he spoke again, nonchalantly. “Hey, {Y/N}?”

You turned to face him as he handed the signed picture back to her, the other Jared moving to stand beside his girlfriend once more.

When he looked up again, his hands immediately caught either side of your face, and he pulled you in for another fiery kiss, right in front of everyone who was in the building. It shocked you, probably just as much as the kiss you’d planted on him earlier shocked him. When his tongue slid past your lips, you instinctively let yours roam against it, your hands finding themselves on his shoulders. You weren’t exactly sure if this was good for PR or not, pulling away just a bit with a soft giggle. Noticing his eyes were on yours, a smirk dancing on his lips, you were right. It was game on, now.

“This is war,” you breathed against his lips before turning back to see the crowd, who was completely and utterly gobsmacked.

A large smile remained on your still perfectly painted lips, (thanks, Haley) as you waved over the next fans in line. You shot him another look, biting your lip. He shook his head and winked at you before you both carried on like nothing for the remaining time, signing autographs and smiling for the camera, bantering with fans who asked just what the hell that kiss was about and laughing in between.

It was hard to believe so much time had passed when you hugged the last person in line. When they walked out of the door, Jared immediately took your hand and began to run back to the front of the store with you, heading for the exit himself.

“What are you doing?” You laughed, running behind him as you dodged shelving and racks.

“I’m done waiting,” was all he said, a grin evident in his voice as you both snuck past the doors and straight into the car that had brought you both there. 

When he shut the door behind you, his eyes glanced toward the empty drivers seat before he grabbed your waist and held your stare with an intensity you hadn’t yet seen. You exhaled at the touch, unable to hide your arousal this time as he brushed his lips against your ear, inhaling the scent of Gucci Guilty that still lingered in your hair and on your skin.

“It’s been hard enough watching everyone else get to touch you all day. It’s my turn,” his voice was low and full of lust, turning you to putty in his hands. “That Jared kid might as well have been fucking you with his eyes,” he scoffed lightly.

Your fingertips ran down the nape of his neck before you grabbed his collar and pulled him even closer with a quiet giggle at his random jealousy. You didn’t think you’d caught his eye that much. There was no concern about wrinkling your dress this time as his hand met your thigh, the warmth of his touch radiating through you as he slid it upward agonizingly slow.

“Do you think you can handle it?” You taunted him lightly, the brat in you rearing her adorable head once more that day.

“I should be asking you that, babydoll,” he said just above a whisper, his fingertips brushing over the fabric of your thin panties.

Your breath hitched- once he started, there was going to be no stopping the two of you. You were suddenly thankful for the blackout tinting that wrapped around every window as his fingertips pressed against your sex, rubbing teasing circles over where you needed it the most. Without hesitation, you quickly sat up, shifting in your seat and reaching for the fly of his pants, almost ripping them open and tugging them down a bit, revealing a certain sight for sore eyes. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip as your eyes raked over his erect member, he was well endowed, and even though all you wanted was to feel just how big he was, you needed to taste him, more so.

A rush of adrenaline and heightened emotions laced with desire from your steamy kiss earlier, coupled with the one he surprised you with in the store as came pouring in thick like molasses. You were clouded by lust, and so was he. That made it all the more exciting.

His fingers tangled within your made up hair as he watched your every move, biting into his own lip as he lead your head downward. You took his cock into your delicate hand, stroking him a few times gently before wrapping your lips around the head. The sound he made was that of relief, as though he’d been dying for you just as badly as you had been for him.

It was hard to keep yourself from going all in all at once with the desperation that pooled between your thighs, but you wanted to show him you were serious. That this was war. Whether that made him turn around and tear you apart or not was a gamble- and you just so happened to be a gambling woman.

You continued to tease him, sliding your mouth just a bit more down his length. The sucking sensation you offered him was gentle, not enough to completely satisfy, but just enough to get him to grit his teeth and tighten his grip on your hair.

“Such a little tease…” he breathed, looking down at the sight of you in his lap. His eyelids were heavy with desire as he pushed your head down just a bit more, almost using you to tease himself.

You couldn’t help the moan that fell from your lips as you felt his hard cock slide further into your mouth. Suddenly, you were famished for what only he could give you. Your eyes closed as you savored him, the feeling of such an intimate part of him yours and yours only to toy with- if only in the moment. Without anymore hesitation, you went all in, taking initiative and gliding your lips down his member until they came as close as they could to his groin.

“Just like that, sweetheart..” he groaned, his head falling back just slightly as he thrusted upward into your mouth, his own desperation getting the better of him.

Your tongue licked and pressed against every inch it could find as you suctioned away, your moans mingling with his as your hand reached to pump him as well. It was heaven on earth, the most excited you’d ever been to give anyone head, but as you felt him grow harder and harder, you couldn’t hold back anymore. You curtly pulled off of him, the back of your hand smearing your lipstick just a bit more as you dragged it over your saliva laden lips.

The expression on his features was that of slight confusion and curiosity as he watched you sit up, and slide out of your panties. There was no pushing them aside for the way you were about to ride him. Your cheeks were flush and your body was needy as his hands met your hips, helping you straddle him as your dress bunched up around your thighs. You were soaking wet as you slid your folds over his hard cock, your clit already engorged from the slightest amount of friction. His lips locked with yours as he gripped onto your backside, grinding your sex against him even harder as he breathed heavily against your lips. Every sense was heightened as you braced yourself on his shoulder and the back of the seat.

You looked down into his large blue eyes as you rolled your hips against him once more, lifting yourself up and taking him to the hilt in one swift downward swoop. His thick cock filled your velvety walls completely, the sudden warmth and fullness like a dream to every nerve ending in your nether regions. It was uncontrollable now, the carnal instinct that kicked in as you began to rock your hips- taking from him exactly what you’d been craving from the moment you got to lay in bed with him.

“Oh fuck.. You feel so good..” was all you could manage through unrelenting moans.

Jared’s own moan filled the space around you as he took pleasure in being deep inside your core, his hips bucking just the same to satiate himself the only way he could.

You gripped onto his shoulder harder as you bit into your lower lip. There was nothing more you could focus on than the feeling of his large shaft gliding in and out of your overstimulated center. Your clit throbbed with satisfaction as you felt him hitting every right spot and angle from inside, your g-spot getting the brunt of all of it.

“You like riding this cock, baby?” He rasped, lifting his hand from your hip to slap your ass and grip it firmly before holding onto you again.

“Oh god yes..” you groaned, tilting your head back just slightly as your body fell up and down against his. The closeness was more than you could handle. Though you’d just been in a bed half-naked with him, this was far more intimate than anything that had taken place before. His teeth met your neck, biting into your soft flesh as his hands explored your frame, landing on your hair and squeezing your neck for stolen moments in between. His breath against your skin drove you wild as he morphed each bite into sucking, trailing down to the tops of your breasts in your dress.

When his hands landed back on your hips, you held him even closer to your body as you felt your climax nearing already. Your pussy gushed around him without reservation as he pumped up into you needily, hastily and with absolutely no remorse.

Hearing his breathing so heavy already was thrilling. You were doing exactly what you’d set out to do, and you were doing it well. Cumming on his cock was the only end game in your mind.

“Oh, Jared…” you breathed, unable to stifle any moaning.

“That’s my good girl…” he groaned, the look on his face that of pure relinquishment.

He was just as close as you were, and you could tell with every passing second. There were no wrong answers, and your mind suddenly began to go into overdrive, pulling out all of the stops as you felt yourself on the brink of what already felt like the best orgasm you’d ever had.

“Oh… fuck…” you began, whimpering as your gaze met his.

“Come on baby girl,” he urged, eager to see his effect on you.

“Oh… Daddy..!” You cried, and he held his hand over your mouth as he continued to stare deep into your eyes, thrusting into you with a merciless rhythm.

This might have been a war you started, but he was certainly winning it as you gave into him completely, your body trembling with pleasure with every touch he offered you. The intensity of his stare cut layers through your soul as he took every ounce of pleasure in seeing you come undone for him.

You noticed the aroused yet slightly surprised expression that washed over his countenance at the word ‘daddy.’ You’d kept that kink a secret for years, from both partners who tried to tap into your fantasies to friends who were simply curious, but there was no hiding it when the man between your legs was so deserving of the title. 

He picked up the pace with ease, leaving you no way to keep your release at bay any longer. Your pussy clenched around his length, the tightening only allowing you more pleasure as the the delicious tingling sensation became almost beautifully unbearable. Cumming for him was the easy part as you let yourself go, bouncing on his member as your small cries of tear spiking euphoria were stifled against his hand.

“Shhh, babydoll,” he whispered, his voice gruff and sultry. “Shh..”

The thought of having to be quiet was even hotter as you gasped, milking every second of your climax that you could while he was unable to hold off anymore. His cock throbbed, spilling inside of your warm walls, his load mixed with your arousal, seeping from your sweet spot with every thrust. Seeing you a mess for him was more than he could handle as he came, rasping your name like a deep and indispensable prayer. 

His hand moved from your mouth to your hip again as he brought you down onto his cock harder and rougher. He wanted every bit of you he could get as he came, addicted to your pussy already. His fingertips gripped onto you over the fabric of your dress as he held you down, his thrusts into your wetness slowing, but getting deeper as he exhaled.

Without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, locking them in a kiss that matched no other you’d previously shared as you continued to ride him. Out of breath was an understatement, but you would’ve happily died right there just to be the girl to get him off better than any other could’ve. 

You pressed your lips against his as hard as you could, and he met your passion right back. There was no getting enough of each other and his hands moved to grab your face, gripping onto you as though if he let go, you might disappear.

When you finally needed air, you gasped against his open mouth, your eyes still closed as you rocked your hips slowly. Reluctantly, you pulled off of him and sat in his lap, trying to catch your breath as he did the same, a smirk on his perfect, swollen lips.

“And I’m supposed to let you go now?” He quipped, the slight seriousness in his voice eluding to his joke only being half-joking.

Feeling all too needy and clingy as once, you shook your head quickly.

“No.. You don’t ever have to let me go if you don’t want to,” you said quietly between soft breaths.

His hand reached for your hair, pushing some of it from your slightly damp face.

“I really don’t want to,” he said, the smirk that was once on his lips, gone.

After a moment, your {E/C} eyes met his blue ones again. He seemed to drink in your features as you spoke.

“Good.. Because I don’t want you to.”

“I can’t go against such a sweet, and yet so bad, girl’s desires then, can I?” He grinned.

Despite already being exerted from your rendezvous, you could feel the blush rising to your cheeks as you licked your lips with a smirk and gave a soft shrug.

“Do me a favor?” He asked again.

“Anything.”

The grin on his lips formed back into a smirk as he traced your lips with his thumb slowly, something sensual clearly on his mind as his eyes trailed from your lips to your eyes slowly.

“Call me daddy again..”

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  A Day to Come

- Hey bro

  - Yes...

  - Wasn't it Summer?

  - Summer what?

  - When we came... 

  - We went a lot of places Shannon, you must be more specific about it. Which summer?

  - I don't mean a summer vacation, I said, I remember it was Summer... When we came... Here, to Earth. - Shannon's voice got more low and stern.

  - Oh... Yes I believe it was. - he said absent.

  - Is the book that interesting that I don't deserve your attention.

Jared closed the book, threw it on the couch next to himself and looked at his brother.

  - You always have my attention. And yes, it was Summer...

  - But they changed it!

  - Well I believe Winter was more suitable for family holiday.

  - Well they did it without consulting with you...

J laughed.

  - I don't mind actually. It's more cosy and you know I am always busy at Summers... Although I am sure they thought I was dead 200 years later.

  - 300! You forgot they waited 100 years before writing it. So everyone who was alive back then is either dead or already forgotten it. Becaise I remember, some were quite ... Let's say immortal. Also all this time allowed them to freely twist it their ways... Like looks all the sexism and possesivnes over women...

  - Shannon...

  - Also the hate towards the different ones... Come on! That's not what you thought them!

  - Can you please not shout.

  - I am pissed man. The ides was to all love each other...

  - I tried to help humans. They didn't wanted it back then. I will wait a little more, they are in better place now... Evebtually I will ... "appear" again! - he maid air quotes at appear.

  - Some were at the right spot back then too.

  - True, but I will wait, I believe they will get the right vibe.

  - Sure. So, any plans for your "birthday"? - Shannon put air quotes on birthday and laughed.

  - You know this isn't exactly my birthday. Planet rotation around the sun and itself is different from Mars, not to mention the sizes and the understandings ... I can't even calculate closer day to my actual birthday.

  - OK... OK, genius, chill... - Shannon waved his hands in defeat - Any plans for your ... It's not even an arrival day, because they changed it...

  - Shannon... - J got to him and shaked his shoulders. - Let's order food! Since I am not allowed to cook.

  - Well brother, you might be a God, but even they have their weaknesses. And yours is cooking.

  - Laugh about it. - J gave him the middle finger, walking away.

Shannon threw a pillow at his brother and proceed laughing.

*****

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Frustration [Jared Leto]

A/N: had this idea rolling around for a while but I think now I have it figured.

Plot: Jared has an audition and the first go 'round does t go well so you help.

Pairing: Jared Leto X Reader.

Warnings: Smutty times ahead. Unsafe sex. (Always use a condom!)

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"God fucking damnit!" Jared walks in and slams the door to your hotel room; your home for a week while he was auditioning.

"What's up?" You frown and watch him pace.

"Doesn't matter what I do, I keep blowing this audition! They've sent me to 'figure out' whatever it is that I'm missing… what the fuck?" 

You lean up and offer your hand "can I see what you're reading?" 

He nods and hands you the papers, still pacing as you read and muttering to himself.  You read his lines and chew your lip, after a few moments you look up.

"I can help… but you're not gonna like it…"

Jared stops and looks at you; his eyes are intense but you can tell he'll try just about anything.

"Sit…"

"What? Why?" He raises an eyebrow.

"You gotta be frustrated…"

"But I am frustrated cuz I can't get this right!"

"Let me finish, stubborn shit… it doesn't say in what way you're frustrated."

Jared's face softens as realisation dawns on him and he takes a seat on the small couch under the window.

You nod and drop the papers to the bed "well, you can't go in with a full hard-on...not that easy for you to hide but...think you can control yourself enough?" You smirk as Jared tilts his head and narrows his eyes; this was going to be a true test for him.

The light summer dress you were wearing was clingy enough for what you needed and with a quick move you unhooked and removed your bra so the material was just that little bit more clingy around your breasts. 

"No touching me...or yourself…" you wave your finger.

"Yes ma'am." Jared licks his lips while his eyes take you in.

Gliding your hands down over yourself you lift your dress without revealing anything and use your thumbs to pull down your panties until they slip down your calves to the floor.  Stepping out you walk towards Jared and use the light through the window to illuminate your figure through the dress. Jared shifted a little on the sofa and swallowed thickly, his eyes never off of you.

Holding the hem of your dress you lift it just enough to tease a view of the triangle of hair that rests above your pussy as you stand before him just out of reach.  You keep lifting your dress as you turn your back to Jared and present him with your ass.  Moving your legs to steady your balance you slowly bend forward to pick up your panties from the floor and make sure Jared gets an eyeful of what he isn't allowed to touch. Standing up and turning back to face him you again bend forward and put the material in his front pants pocket while your breasts shift the dress; the bardot neckline lowering further. 

You hear the breath Jared takes as you stand back up and lick your lips "you like what you see?"

He nods "oh yeah…" his eyes on your breasts.  This doesn't go amiss and you run your hands up over the material until you're cupping yourself. "Well you can't touch...but I can…" you pinch your nipples through the material and tease yourself until your nipples show against the dress, gasping quietly as you sway your hips to something only you can hear.  When you were happy you had Jared's full attention you slide your hands down over your body, the neckline barely covering you as you pull at the fabric. "I was thinking about you before you came back Jared…"

He watches and waits for you to continue.

"Was thinking that, with being so high up…" you lift the hem of your dress and slip a hand between your legs "...if you were to fuck me against that window...nobody would see…" your breathing hitches as you circle your clit slowly before stroking over your folds. "But where's the fun in that…?" You breathe a little heavier "...so then I thought about you fucking me hard from behind while I lent out the window…and god that got the blood running…" you slowly turn and bend forward to lean on the bed, widening your legs and making sure everything was on view to Jared when you teased your entrance. "Late at night when there's a chill in the air…your hands gripping my hips and pulling me onto your cock…" you moan quietly and push your finger deeper inside yourself before withdrawing enough for Jared to see how wet you are. Using the heal of your hand you circle over your clit while inserting another finger and slowly fucking yourself for him.   You moan and rock your hips a little, gripping the sheets on the bed. You can feel yourself getting lost in the moment and it takes the sound of Jared's voice to bring you back.

"If I can't cum yet, neither can you!" 

You startle and turn to face a now standing Jared.

"I'm gonna go do this audition and when I get back I want you naked; you're not allowed to cum until I say so…" 

"But…"

"No...no 'buts'... Edge yourself like a good girl." 

You whine but nod "okay…" fingers still teasing over yourself.

Jared tilts your head up via his fingers under your chin and pecks your lips. "I shouldn't be too long...hopefully."

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You weren't sure how much time had passed while you lay naked on the bed playing with your pussy. You'd got yourself closer and closer each time before stopping and teasing your nipples, scratching over your inner thighs, tugging on your own hair and arching because god fuck it felt so good.

You did know it was dark when Jared got back; he opened and closed the door quickly as you writhed on the bed.  "Were you a good girl?"

"Yes! I haven't cum...not once… but I want too…" 

He smiles and glides his hands along your thighs as he kneels between your legs. "Not gonna ask how it went?"

"Did you get it?" You pant and push your fingers inside yourself.

"Yeah I did." He nods and winks. "Thank you baby...and these definitely helped…" he pulls out your panties from his pocket.

You moan and pull at the duvet "knew you would…god I wanna cum so bad! Please!"

Jared watches you; his eyes trailing over every part of your skin before stopping on the sight of your fingers slowly thrusting and curling inside yourself.

"Please….!" 

He nods "cum...and then I'll fuck you out the window."

You groan and rub your clit almost desperately until you call out with a much anticipated release, your body shivering and arching off the bed giving Jared the perfect view of your twitching pussy. 

Jared strips off his clothing while you lay breathing heavy on the bed but he gives you little time to recover as he pulls you up to stand against him. Your legs feel like Jell-O but leaning heavily against him, you manage to stand properly. Jared's lips were hot against yours and his kisses were feverish and needy, his arms held you against his body when he walked you towards the window of the hotel room.  He pulls hard on the window and manages to open it further than was meant. "Turn around.."

You don't need to be told twice and you immediately knee on the sofa under the window, leaning your arms on the sill and leaning your top half out. Jared kneels behind you and runs his hands down your back. "It's good job I was wearing something tight…"

"Oh?" You look out at the streets below, a few people walking around.

"Yeah, cuz I had a full hard on the entire time…" he lines up his cock and snaps his hips, pushing into you fully. "You have any idea how hard it is to walk with a hard-on?" He snaps his hips again and grips your waist.

You gasp and push back to him then moan as he immediately starts a deep fast rhythm, his splayed hands on your waist pulling you onto his cock "Louder…." He demands and grinds his hips up on every thrust. You pant and groan louder, gripping the window frame, barely able to do anything else while Jared snaps and grinds into your sensitive pussy. Your noises of passion echo and bounce back to you and you're 100% sure that more than one person is watching your show. 

Jared grunts and pants against your back, one of his hands moving to roughly circle over your clit; it had been all but throbbing and his touch was almost too much but his moans and movements told you he was close.  You arch and rock your hips the best you could, giving yourself over to the moment and calling out as you came only a moment before Jared; unable to hold back any longer and groaning against your shoulder, pushing himself deep and holding you onto his cock. 

You both relax slowly and stay at the window until you feel able to move. Jared lays you both down on the sofa and nuzzles you. "Anywhere else you want me to fuck you?"

"....top of the Eiffel Tower?"

"....deal."

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Guilty

Jared Leto x Reader

{A/N} After being gifted Gucci Guilty by my love, I was entirely inspired by its beautifully sweet scent. So, please enjoy being Jared’s latest collaborator for a new campaign in this fic (that started as an imagine) that no one asked for but I, your friendly neighborhood writer, suddenly wanted.

Can Gucci cut me a check for this ad? Lol, just kidding.

xo Harley

Warnings: The steamiest kiss you’ve ever known.

“Are you ready for hair and makeup?” A sweet face asked you, gesturing toward a chair in front of a large vanity lined with shining white bulbs in a room of a home in the Hollywood Hills- the newest set for the latest Gucci Guilty campaign.

The girl couldn’t have been older than twenty-two, with her rosy cheeks and bottle blonde hair tied up in a bun, indicating she’d been at work long before you arrived. She dug through a large case full of makeup supplies, picking what she needed for the look they assigned for you.

From what you’d been briefed on, the look for this campaign had a beautiful vintage fashion with a modern twist. Always on two ends of the spectrum, Gucci played every angle just right. Your makeup was going to consist of an old pin-up classic, dark red lips and thick winged liner. Your hair was already teased just right, and there was a real flower just above your ear. You had already spritzed your skin with the perfume, there was no helping it.

“I think so!” You chirped, hurrying to sit in the chair with an excitement you weren’t sure how to conceal.

“You’re so lucky,” the friendly girl began, pulling brushes and palettes from the case. “He’s a real looker isn’t he? I don’t think I’d be able to keep from screaming if I got the chance to do what you’re doing. I have to do his makeup when he arrives. How do I keep from crying?” She giggled, shaking her head as she carefully pinned some hair away from your face.

“Sorry. I’m Haley. It’s nice to meet you, {Y/N}. I’m a big fan, and I will- in case you haven’t noticed-  be doing your makeup for the shoot today.”

Her grin was warm and refreshing to see. You returned her giggle quietly, waving a hand to assure her it was okay.

“Trust me, you’re good. If I’m honest, I really have no idea how I’m even going to handle this. We haven’t met yet!” You revealed.

She gasped, and you nodded with doe-eyes.

“So your first time meeting will be just an hour before you have to work together? And I thought I had it bad. At least all I have to do is a little touch up makeup! I don’t even have to look him in the eye, really.”

You laughed, while she put you at ease, the all too real notion of a first meeting happening soon with a man you’d always admired seemed to be front and center all of the sudden. She was talkative, something you enjoyed to pass the time, keeping you giggling and distracted from any nerves you might’ve felt beforehand. You even exchanged phone numbers, and she promised if you needed her skills for any event, she’d make the time. You were glowing with delight in mid conversation when the entire room around you fell silent. Not noticing, you carried on, a sweet grin on your now burgundy lips.

“I just still can’t wrap my head around acting opposite Jared. It’s like a dream.”

Haley turned around from the vanity to face you, a tight-lipped smile on her lips as she drew into herself, saying nothing more, but pointing a dainty finger in the direction behind you. Your brow furrowed at her sudden clam-up, and you suddenly wondered if you said something wrong. When your line of sight landed on her finger, you felt your heart drop into your stomach. You let your eyes travel around the room slowly as you turned around in your chair even slower, noticing everyone in the room staring in the same direction she was pointing.

“Shit,” was all you could manage once you made eye contact with your new co-star, Jared Leto.

His stance commanded respect, though you doubted he meant for everyone to drop what they were doing when he entered. He wore dark sunglasses and a flannel shirt, his pants fitting just right. His hair fell just perfectly as it always looked to, and there was a cocky grin on his lips, showing he was clearly amused at your comment.

And then there you were, sitting in the makeup chair, your hair pinned back with clips, wearing leggings and an oversized hoodie paired with the Ugg boots you kicked off while you waited for Haley to finish up.

“You can quit dreaming, sweetheart. Here I am,” he said, mocking a sexy, masculine tone as he removed his shades. The entire room relaxed with laughter. You felt your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment as you turned back to Haley, cringing at your own expense, one eye closed shut and the other on the ceiling as your gritted your teeth for just a second.

“Oh, God…” you damned yourself.

“Don’t worry,” Haley whispered. “I hear he’s just as sweet as he is handsome.”

You nodded solemnly, forcing a grin as she gingerly unpinned your hair and added a few final touches. You discreetly glanced in the mirror, watching as he made his rounds with each and every person in the room. He greeted them all with a kind charm you hadn’t expected.

“Close your eyes!” Haley requested, and you did as she told you to.

She swept a brush over your eyelids a few extra times, then spritzed your face with what you assumed to be a setting spray.

“Is it my turn yet?” You heard Jared say just beside you, feeling his hand come in contact with your shoulder via a gentle squeeze.

Your eyes popped open, and Haley made a fist as she hoped you didn’t wreck your eye makeup with the sudden movement.

“If she keeps it up your turn will be tomorrow!” Haley scolded playfully, examining your makeup one last time before clearing you to leave.

When you stood, you felt dizzy at the curt movement, catching yourself on the vanity with a soft “whoah.”

You were met with his arms wrapping carefully around your waist, holding you upright again.

“You okay?” He asked. “I know it’s common for everyone to fall for me…”

He chuckled then, and it was beautiful. You lifted your brows, nodding with a wide grin.

“Guilty,” you joked in return, and he caught your pun with a nod of his head and a heart stopping grin.

When he let go of your frame, he looked down at you, taking in the job she’d done on your face.

“You look like a million bucks,” he stated, seeming almost in awe as his blue eyes bore into yours. “The look suits you, very well.”

Despite your hopes that the makeup was heavy enough to hide your blush, you were wrong.

“Thank you, Mr. Leto,” you said softly.

He winked at you before setting his sunglasses down on the vanity and taking a seat in the chair, rubbing his hands together.

“You better do my face as well as you did Miss {Y/N}’s over there. I want the whole nine, nothing less,” he pretend to demand, eliciting a giggle from both Haley and you.

“You got it, honey!” She exclaimed, though you both knew he didn’t need anything at all.

You stepped away from the scene as she chatted him up, happy for her that she was able to set aside her nerves and get to work.

As you approached the set, which was just down the stairs, you noticed the hustle and bustle of what seemed like a real dream. Extras were being told their positions, the creative director was focused on the task at hand and the wardrobe girl was frantic, handing everyone what they needed and helping everyone into their ensembles.

“{Y/N}!” She called out. “There you are! Here’s your first outfit! The other is laying up in the main master bedroom. I can’t risk them getting wrinkled down here should someone mess with it.”

She handed you your outfit, a beautiful Gucci look that was modeled after a 1950’s swing dress with matching pumps, gloves, and jewelry. The excitement settled in nicely.

You made your way back up the stairs quickly, disappearing into the master bedroom she’d pointed out to you and slid out of your clothes. You pulled the dress on, not bothering to check out the second outfit. It fit like a dream, tight around the top and torso, and flared at the bottom. After sliding into your shoes and accessories, you slipped out of the room, peeking around the door before making your way down the hall to the staircase again. As you were walking, you noticed a full length mirror. There was no harm in stopping to admire what Gucci had created for you.

You couldn’t help the grin that crossed your lips as your own eyes raked over your new look, your hands holding the bottom of your dress as you spun in a delicate circle.

“Beautiful. Magnificent,” Jared said from behind you, leaning in the doorway of the room used for makeup.

Your eyes caught his in the mirror, and you were taken aback by his own style.

“Wow, you.. You look amazing!” You assured, turning to face him in all his glory.

He was out of the time period you’d been modeled after, clad in a suit that could send anyone into an envious rage. His hair seemed to fall over his shoulders even better than it had earlier, and you weren’t sure how the stars seemed to align for you so wonderfully. All you could do was gawk in silence as you lifted your gloved hands to gesture in his direction.

“You’ve stolen the show,” he assured, holding his arm out for to you to take.

You gingerly moved some hair behind your shoulder and wrapped your hand around his toned arm, gripping gently as you made your way down the stairs.

“My God. It’s the prom king and queen,” the director said, looking up at you both as you descended to the first floor.

You jokingly gave your best pageant wave, and he held up a peace sign. Everyone looked as though they wanted to cry at the sight of you and him, and you deemed that a success.

“Doesn’t she fit the look perfectly? I think this is going to turn out great,” Jared said, lifting your hand and spinning you in a circle.

You bashfully came back to his side, squeezing his arm in a small show of thanks with a light giggle.

“This silver tongued devil over here. I’m not sure he’s looked in a mirror yet!” You complimented in return.

He was sweet, and you could already feel yourself falling for his ways in such a short amount of time. You figured it must’ve been easy for anyone to do so.

Once everyone took their places and the lighting changed, it was like your nerves suddenly turned off completely. There wasn’t much of a script, but there were general guidelines. You were to have as much genuine fun as possible within those guidelines and Jared made it painfully easy to forget there were cameras and a crew there at all.

In one scene, he clasped a diamond necklace around your neck, moving your hair tenderly over your shoulder to do so as you sprayed Gucci Guilty gracefully on your neck. He took your wrist in another, spritzing the eau de parfum against it before spinning you in a circle to a retro tune, -You’re Gonna Miss Me by Connie Francis- and kissing the inside of your wrist with his eyes on nothing else but your own. He ran with you hand in hand down a long corridor before carefully pinning you against the corner of the wall to another hallway, sensually burying his nose against your neck and hair, his lips delicately pressing against your soft flesh.

All the while, you were either all smiles and laughter, or biting your lip at the sudden rush of sensuality. A true match made in heaven to anyone who could see you together.

It wasn’t until the final scene to film that you couldn’t push away the nerves he made melt away any longer. You hadn’t realized that final outfit change was going to be a doozy.

With an inhale, you stepped out of the master bedroom again, this time in a black silk robe, with nothing but a set of lacy black lingerie underneath. Instead of stopping by the makeup door’s mirror, you scurried past, not wanting to see what you looked like as you almost tripped down the spiral staircase.

“Please remind me what this is for,” you whined to the director, a pout on your lips.

You knew exactly what this was for, but hoped that maybe they decided to flip the script somewhere. It wasn’t that you weren’t comfortable in your body, or that you didn’t love lingerie- you certainly were and did. But you were unprepared to be seen so scantily clad by Jared, especially after being caught up in the moment with him so deeply earlier.

“The boudoir scene..” the director began, as though announcing something marvelous. “Gucci is elegant, classy.. Sexy, passionate.. Who wouldn’t want to romp around with Leto, anyways, no?”

You had no response. Of course you wanted that. He was the most beautiful person you’d ever laid eyes on. But it didn’t negate the fact that you were feeling self conscious about yourself. Who knew how many women he’d seen this way. Sure, he complimented you all day, even let his touch linger a little longer than it usually would have when they called cut, and you only wanted more of it. But your mind loved to race on you, and you weren’t sure how to relax.

When you looked on into the bedroom, you saw him already laying on the large, plush California king sized bed. Haley was touching up his face and a man you recognized from the set earlier was touching up his hair. He was shirtless, but wore a pair of black slacks and had his dark hair tied up in a slick man bun this time. Your heart screamed with desire and anxiety all at once.

You cautiously made your way into the room, moving past the busy crew who were too caught up in making sure their preparations weren’t in vain. When Haley caught sight of you, she immediately grabbed your hand and pulled you quickly to the bed. You drew into yourself as she tugged at the sash holding your robe closed.

“You can’t wear this thing for.. this thing!” She exclaimed, opening your robe and sliding you out of it quickly, giving you no time to react before you found yourself half naked in front of Jared Leto. Forget the rest of the cast and crew, he was your main concern. You dared not turn around before you had to, trying to keep your breathing steady as you watched Haley walk further and further away with your robe for as long as you could.

“Am I scary?” He asked from behind once more, the grin evident in his voice.

You took a deep breath before turning around and faking calm and confident.

“You look like that dream I mentioned earlier when I didn’t know you were there,” you said a bit too enthusiastically.

His chuckle was all you heard before they called for quiet on the set. You climbed onto the bed next to him, ready for whatever he was going to throw at you. During this shoot, you realized he was a sucker for creative freedom when it came to these kinds of projects, and he kept you on your toes the entire time. He’d already revved you up to the hilt with his sweet and sensual antics just before. This time, as the anxiety seemed to fade, and as a sort of game, you wondered if you could do the same to him.

You were tangled up in one another, his lips on your neck, his hands on your bare flesh. These actions were all part of the “script” you’d been given. While it wasn’t exactly easy to be in the mood with a million people surrounding you, he once again proved to you that he made it easy to forget.

Your hands began to travel over his frame, your fingers digging into his skin as he touched you. You let yourself react to every move he made, and when it came close to wrapping the scene entirely, you did something completely off script. You let your lips meet his in the most feverish kiss you’d ever given, or received. Every sense tingled beautifully through your body as though you’d just received a sweet electric shock, and his touch became almost unbearably hot. You heard yourself sigh against his open mouth, but it sounded as though it were a thousand miles away in your ears. There was no more room in your chest for your heart as you felt his hand tangle in your hair just behind your ear, and his skin under your fingertips almost seemed to come alive with a blissful sensation that also hinted faintly between your thighs.

When the kiss was broken, your eyes remained shut, and so did his. When you opened them again, he was opening his. His stare was intense, deeply pulling every ounce of yourself into his own mind. Nothing else existed around you as you got lost in the world you’d just created between the two of you. It was clear there was an undeniable spark on both ends, and this was no longer acting.

“And, cut!” The director called. “I think we got it. I think that’s a wrap. That was truly phenomenal, guys. Wow..”

The room seemed to be just as in awe as they came back to earth themselves, starting to clear up the space as you and Jared remained in place on the bed.

You blinked a few times, trying to get your bearings on what had just happened. His eyes traveled from yours and downward as he smoothed a hand over his hair. It was almost a state of confusion you found yourself in as you sat up, swallowing hard.

“Wow,” you whispered.

He lifted a brow, sitting up and getting off of the bed.

“I think we should do that again sometime,” he mused with a smirk.

You hopped off the bed next, grabbing the robe you wore earlier from a hanger Haley had placed it on. Jared quickly moved to help you slide into it, his fingers brushing against your skin.

“I think we should, too,” you said quietly, turning around to face him.

Everyone was too busy to notice your private conversation now, and you were reminded of a quote from The Great Gatsby about large parties creating intimacy and privacy.

“You’re stunning,” he said, dragging his thumb down your lip before caressing your chin. “And you smell delicious. Is that Gucci Guilty?”

His grin was that of pure, cocky sarcasm.

“And you’re a God,” you gushed. “Who also smells amazing.”

That elicited a laugh from him.

“I can show you so much more where that came from,” he urged.

“So can I… If you think you’re up to the task of taming a brat.”

“Have I met my match?” He smirked.

“Maybe,” you smirked right back, your tone breathy. “I guess we’ll find out, huh?”

“I guess so, baby girl.”

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Road Trip

" I'd take a road trip, with no questions asked " - was my biggest mistake!

He got in the car, with barely any luggage. Got me 2 pairs of shoes and threw a dress, swimsuit and winter jacked and literally dragged me to the car!

He let the windows open, so we could feel the air. We drove In silence, and it was one of the most peaceful trips I ever had. Mostly the music is blasting and I am howling at it. I bet poor J cries on the inside...

I got tempted ans made a quick snap.

As we arrived the view was breathtaking. I saw him taking a picture of his favorite car.

- What bow? - I peeked.

- Look!

- I will hug my family.

- Honey, they won't care even if you post me naked, as long as you don't put " #soon " they won't be bothered at all.

He movie me laughing.

- Suite up! We have a long road ahead... And don't make the crying noises, it won't work this time.

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roomies ; leto brothers shortfic

SUMMARY: An AU where Jared and Shannon are in university studying management and civil engineering, respectively, and share a three bedroom apartment with Maya, an economics student at the same university. The woman is considered their sister and, together, they face the pros and cons of being flatmates.

WARNINGS: Alcohol, offensive language, partial nudity, teasing.

CHAPTERS:

- one. introductions

- two. lovers

- three. duties

- four. family

[COMPLETE: Mar 20, 2017] [EDITS: Jan 1, 2018 & Feb 26-27, 2020]

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ROOMIES: two. lovers.

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Hiking (Jared Leto Imagine)

requested by anon : Going hiking with Jared and finding a secluded spot, and watching the sun set ☺️💖

authors note: this has taken me forever and i’m so sorry

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Jared has convinced you to go hiking. It wasn’t really your cup of tea but you decided why not.

He said at the end there was a special surprise.

You loved Jared and you knew Jared loved hiking and outdoorsy stuff.

You had already hiked multiple miles and your legs were beginning to ache. You were trying not to complain because Jared was obviously having a great time. He kept taking videos of you and posting it.

This was his element.

“Almost there baby.” He turned and smiled at you.

It was dusk out. You hadn’t expected to be here this long but you were going with the flow.

“Okay.” You smiled and kept pushing yourself.

Almost there meant 3 more miles. You could do it and you did.

At the end of the trail was a beautiful spot on a cliff overhanging the city. “Wow, Jare this is beautiful.”

Jared smiled, “You like it?”

“Love it!” You kissed him, “It’s perfect.”

Jared kisses you back, more thoroughly this time and pulled away, “Let’s sit down.”

You didn’t argue with that. You plopped down next to him as the sun began to set.

It was a beautiful orange that was starting to turn into a pink color. You leaned your head on Jared’s shoulder, “Thank you.”

He kissed your forehead and grabbed your hand.

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Ch.2 ;Need Love;

Jared’s POV:

What happened? I keep asking myself as I look in the mirror, red eyes, dark bags under my eyes, lost appetite, feeling empty, going to therapy didn’t help, it didn’t help at all, it made me more depressed, more stressed…so alone.

This place…it was filled with laughter, filled with those cheesy moments where we will be messing with our gears and end up creating magic, moments where I, Shannon, Tomo, And Matt found peace and our minds were never stopping, our main focus was doing music, nothing more and nothing else.

Never imagined in a million years that there will come a problem I won’t be able to fix…A single mistake that crushed my dreams.

I don’t want to live in despair and pain…I want these days to come back…again

Flashback (A month ago)

“A-YO JAY, YOU WERE A BOMB DUDE!” shouted Matt as he walked into my room, “I heard the chorus of our upcoming song and I couldn’t help myself but to admire it”

“Matt, you’re distracting me…again!” I spoke with the phones on my ears, waiting for the record company to pick up. Everyone in the band knows how much I hate being spoken to while I’m working, but Matt just keep forgetting, “come on man! It’s a damn party, why the hell are you on your damn phone?!” Matt approached me as my head was completely sinked into my phone screen. “I told you…I am working” I simply replied.

“Well…It’s the record company again?” The record company has been bothering us for quite a while, and me being the frontman, I was thrown with this huge responsibility of figuring out the issue. So far, the record company are being a huge assholes. “that’s the only thing that’s bothering me now…and they are being a huge assholes at the moment” I reply softly before walking to my desk and sat, tossing my phone across the desk out of anger, scratching my eyes.

“Awh man..how long will this keeps on going?” Matt approached me yet again and softly massaged my shoulders , still covering my eyes I reply with a painful sigh, “I wish I know Matt, perhaps it would get easier if I did know…” I mumbled not sure if he heard me.

He went quite for a minute before lightly gasping, “I know what could calm you down!"he tapped my shoulders and ran somewhere, returning to toss a tiny bag on my desk. I open my eyes to see three bags of cocaine lays on my desk, I stand up with complete shock. "What the hell Matt! You are keeping your damn stash in my house?!!” I shout at him as my heart races, I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

But Matt -unlike me- seemed to be too relaxed about it, “It’s cool man, no one knows-” “How many?” I immediately asked glaring, not wanting to hear his excuses, he coldly rolls his eyes, “only those..I swear”

“Do you really think this is a great time to get high? we are throwing a party downstairs!! huge people are there too, if they saw us high we will get in deep trouble!” I tried to warn him, more like slap him with the facts, but it’s like I was speaking to a wall, he walked to the desk and opened the bag to quickly pour it on my desk, taking out what seemed to be the razor blade.

I thought since words aren’t working, I walked to him and grabbed him from his back, locking my arms around his stomach and started to push backward away from my desk. Things went to violent, we started fighting, and one of the bags got opened and poured on top of us, accidentally getting me and himself to sniff some to our body.

It took a minute before Shannon barged in and saw all of this happening, as Tomo ran behind him, both of them tried to push us apart, but I was so mad and high, I only wanted to punch him, eventually leading for everyone downstairs to hear our fights, as it got a bit bloody when Matt slashed the blade across Shannon’s arm.

Seeing him doing that made me in rage even more, suddenly…everything went black, I could only hear shouts around me, and hands squeezing tightly on my arm pulling me, and my hand….my hand was squeezing something, or rather someone, someone who was suffocating, and before I knew it, everything got back and I saw myself on top of Matt, choking the life out of him with his face turning blue, and Shannon pulling me, and Tomo is shouting trying to break free my grip.

And after that..things just went downhill, as Matt actually dared to file a lawsuit against me, saying that I have a huge pile of cocaine on my house -the pile he owns- and saying that he forced him all that time to get high with him. I was also accused with attempting murder, and because of the cocaine that was spilt all over me, no one believed me when I said I never got high.

A full damn year, court after court, fighting for my right, eventually ending it with Matt getting kicked out of the band,and I had to pay 50 thousand dollars to finally being announced as: not guilty.

But even if court said I wasn’t guilty of the stash, the world doesn’t approve to it, and things just get even harder on us…on me

Now…It feels like every time I fix something, I end up breaking something else, nothing is being done, no one is helping me, and I am drowning two innocent, talented people with me to the deepest holes of hell.

The hate they get, the harassments I receive every day…feels like I am in the middle of a war with myself..and the world.

A word from a heroin addict, made my whole life fall apart…is that really my destiny?

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Imagine you and Jared, you boyfriend, making an important announcement during a concert and surprising the fans.

“Alright everyone, so this next one is very special and very dear to me so I want you to give everything you’ve fucking got into this! And I’m not talking about a song, I’m talking about the person that I love more than singing, acting and my own life in the first place!”

“Cheesyyyyy!” Shannon teased his brother through the microphone but still grinned, as all the fans laughed too.

Jared laughed and stuck his tongue out at his brother before turning back to the audience “He’s just jealous I’m her favorite Leto.” he shrugged “Alright, listen up! Listen up here, I know you can already tell who it is, you eager ones over there I see you!” he pointed at a group of fans already excited “But I gotta introduce her so- Cheer, scream, clap and get all around real fucking crazy the way I do every time I see her because this woman deserves it more than anything in-” but he didn’t get to complete his sentence because all the fans went wild and cheered for you as you appeared on the stage.

Jared paused, turning to look in your direction to see you approach him and spread his one arm, grinning before speaking into the microphone “Hey, I didn’t finish!”

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Imagine… Fun

You were done with work and your knight… In weird dresses was about to get you out of work.

You received a message he was on his way. About 10min time.

When you got out of the building you hurry up in the car, he had packed, and you went out of town for a quick hike before dinner.

You were having fun, talking and joking around when you suddenly saw something familiar in the mirror. The car behind you. It was your ex with his new girlfriend. You knew that J disliked the guy, because of his poor treatment towards you back in the time. You were in a mood and told him about it. He slow down and waited for them to level up with the Bronco. As they appear that close, his current girl recognized J. His window was down, and she rolled hers too, she yelled at him and waved. He turned around, saw her and laughed. You ex was curious and looked too. He looked excited, meeting a celebrity is fun, even if it’s not one you are personal fan of. The 2 cars were at the same line when you pop up and waved. They both frowned. Jared was quick to react. Making it clear whose side he was on.

What a lovely knight he is!

You laughed as did he. He stepped the gas pedal and you drove away. Laughing all the way into the hill.

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Press Record

A/N:  how dare Jared post THAT video!? Asshole knows exactly what he’s doing to us.  Hand me water….this bitch is thirsty. 

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Plot:  Jared sends you Snapchat video then a private continuation to hold you over ‘til you see him again.

Pairing: Jared Leto X Reader. Warnings: Smut. Male masturbation. Language. Nothing out of the ordinary for me. — — —

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IMAGINE: Being Jared’s secret girlfriend (2)

Autor’s note: Yesterday I wrote a little imagine [part one] and I really enjoyed the story and seeing that you loved I had to write more of it. Well, I hope you liked this part even more! 💙💙💙 Thank you for reading it and thanks to Jared for wearing that outfit; it was a incredible source of inspiration😏😍

[PART TWO]

“It was amazing…” You said later that night when Jared and you arrived home. “My heart melted when you talked about Shannon and how you couldn’t listen to the same music…”

“You already knew that story, honey.” He replied putting his left hand on the small of your back leading you inside the house. That small gesture of his made you feel warm fuzzies.

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Soon | Jared Leto x Reader

Summary: Jared decides to bring back his favorite word “soon”, and you decide to express the frusteration of the other Echelon.  Notes: I needed something a little light and fluffy, and as soon as I saw Jared use the word “soon” again, I had the urge to write something a little more than a rambling. I promise to get to my requests… “soon.” A normal person’s definition of “soon” not a Mars “soon.” I’ve just been having issues with sleep, and haven’t been feeling the greatest due to this. Hopefully this will hold you guys over for a bit =) Warnings: Swearing. 

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I Miss You

A/N: just a quickie

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Plot: Jared has been away. You surprise him with your presence.

Pairing: Jared Leto X Reader Warnings:  smuttyness. —

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