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regenderate-fic · 1 year

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When I Run Away (You're Who I Run To): Chapter 16

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Word Count (Chapter): 4,650

NOTES: cw for misgendering/transphobia/deadnaming mostly at the start + some discussion later. also some discussion/implication of abuse etc. sorry for giving penny so much trauma in my defense it's a fraction of what canon thirteen has

also the "box of shame" uno house rule is from esther nounpolycule thank you esther for once again letting me steal your ideas for this fic. ALSO IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY THIS WEEK EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY ESTHER

posting a bit early because i'm so grouchy right now and i want to go be soooo comfycozy with my girlfriend

Yaz tilted her head to the side. “Your son?”

“John Smith,” the woman explained. “Although I hear he’s using a different name these days. I was told he worked here?”

Immediately, everything clicked in Yaz’s head. Woman— looking for her child— whose current name she didn’t even know. Or— no. Refused to use? In any case, it all added up to trouble. Yaz stepped forward.

“No,” she said. “I know everyone who works here, and none of them are your son.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rose dart back towards the kitchen, and she stepped to the side, obscuring the kitchen doors as well as she could. “If you want to order something, Ace here can help you out—”

“No,” the woman said. “That’s all right. I’ll just wait here, if that’s all right.”

“Actually,” Ace said, “you’ve got to buy something to use the space.” She shrugged. “It’s the rules.” It wasn't, as far as Yaz knew.

The woman stared at her for a long moment. “Fine,” she said. “I’ll take a muffin.”

“Flavor?” Ace asked, ice in her tone.

“Blueberry will do.”

“Sorry,” Ace said. “We’re all out.”

Yaz glanced over to the display case— there was a whole row of blueberry. She suppressed a smile.

“What are those, then?” the woman asked, nodding to the case.

“They’re on hold,” Ace said blithely. “Sorry. We’ve just started taking online orders. It’s a bit of a mess, really. I can give you a carrot.” As far as Yaz knew, just about every word of that was a lie— if the bakery had started taking online orders, Yaz was sure she and Rose would’ve been the first customers.

“Fine, then. Carrot.”

Ace pulled the muffin out of the display case and stuffed it into a paper bag. “That’ll be three pounds fifty.”

The woman dug in her wallet for the change. She dropped it on the countertop and picked up the bag, holding it primly in front of her. “Is that all?” she asked.

Ace nodded.

The woman looked around, appraising. “It’s a nice place you’ve got here, you know.”

Neither Ace nor Yaz responded. Finally, the woman retreated, and Yaz glanced at Ace. “You all right out here?” she asked quietly.

“Right as rain,” Ace said with a smile. She jerked her head towards the kitchen door. “Go check on Rose.”

Yaz nodded. “Thanks.”

“‘Course.” Ace looked forward again, just in time for another customer to come up to the counter. Yaz slipped through the door into the kitchen.

She scanned the room. It took her a moment to find Rose and Penny. They were in the far corner, Penny on the ground, folded in on herself with Rose sitting next to her, stroking her hair, whispering quietly. As Yaz stepped closer, Rose looked up.

“Is she gone?”

Yaz shook her head. “Ace tried to say she couldn’t stay if she didn’t buy anything. Didn’t work. Sort of fun to watch, though.” She lowered herself to the floor next to Penny, a cabinet handle digging into her back. “How’s it going in here?”

Penny looked up. “How d’you think?” But there was only the faintest trace of the usual obstinate spark in her eyes.

“Yeah. Silly question, I guess.” Yaz took a deep breath. “Not sure what to do now. Is there a back entrance?”

Penny nodded. “But we’ll have to walk outside to get back to my place,” she said.

“Right,” Yaz said, the plan spinning itself out in her mind. “Come to our place. We’ll cross the street at the end of the block and double back. Rose and I can stand on either side of you so anyone looking will see us first. Can you walk that far if we help you?”

“If I have to,” Penny said. “Stairs will be hard.”

“We can hang out in the shop,” Rose said. “No stairs.”

“Okay.” Penny nodded. “Okay.” She took a deep breath. “I— I've got my cane with me today. It'll help.”

Rose was already on her feet. “Where is it?” And then a second later— “Oh, I see it.” She stepped across the room, returning a second later with a copper-colored cane with a plain black handle.

“Thanks.” Penny took the handle of the cane. “Er— might need a moment. Before we go anywhere.”

“You've got all the time you need,” Rose murmured. To Yaz, she added, “I texted Donna. No response yet.”

Just then, an oven beeped, and Yaz jumped up.

“What's that?” she asked.

“Croissants, probably.” Penny waved a hand. “There's oven mitts around somewhere.”

Yaz found them on the counter nearest the oven. She'd never used a big commercial oven like this before, but all she needed to do was get everything out in one piece— which she could manage. She unloaded four trays of perfect croissants, lining them up on the counter, and then she propped the kitchen door partway open with a doorstop. Usually the door to the kitchen never closed, and whoever was working would come in and out freely— but today Yaz kept the door mostly shut, nudging it further open with her foot as she brought out the tray.

“Where do these go?” she asked Ace.

“I've got it,” Ace said. She put on a pair of gloves and opened the display case, plucking the croissants off the tray and lining them up inside the case.

“There's three more of these,” Yaz said.

Ace straightened up. “They'll go in the warmer until we need them,” she said. “Don't worry. I've got it.”

“Great. Thanks.”

Yaz followed Ace back into the kitchen. Ace started moving trays around, and Yaz stepped towards Rose and Penny. Rose stood, catching Yaz’s hand as she said, “We need to get her out of here.”

“Okay,” Yaz said. “Have you gotten in touch with Donna?”

“She responded,” Rose said. “She’s out shopping. She’ll be back soon.”

Yaz nodded. “We should wait for her,” she said. “We shouldn’t leave Ace alone.”

“I’ll be fine,” Ace said from the other side of the room. “Honest.”

“It’s not safe,” Yaz said, turning towards her. “For you, I mean. You shouldn’t be running the shop alone, and I don’t know what Penny’s mum did to her, but it wasn’t good, and I don’t want you alone when she’s here.” She shook her head. “Anyway, Donna knows more about how to handle this than any of us, and until she’s here, I don’t want to leave you.”

Ace hesitated halfway through pulling a batch of biscuits out of one of the ovens. “All right,” she said. “If you say so.” She nodded at the biscuits. “I’ll just take these out front, then.” She darted out into the bakery, balancing a tray on one hand and kicking the door open in what looked to Yaz like an incredibly risky move.

Yaz let go of Rose’s hand— Rose was on her phone now, tapping rapidly away— and went back to sit next to Penny on the floor. Penny had unfolded herself a little bit, sitting cross-legged now, still looking down at her hands.

“Doing all right?” Yaz asked.

“Could be worse,” Penny said. “You know. Considering.” She paused. “But, then again, could also be better.”

“Yeah, sounds right.” Yaz tilted her head back until it hit the cabinet behind her. “Sorry this is happening.”

Penny waved a hand. “Not your fault.”

Yaz opened her mouth to reply, but then the kitchen door banged open, and there was Donna, carrying grocery bags in both hands, moving relentlessly through the space. She left the bags on one of the counters and rushed over to Penny, crouching in front of her, hands on her shoulders.

“Penny,” she said. “Are you all right?”

“Depends how you define it, probably,” Penny said. “I mean, really, is anyone ever all right?”

Donna raised her eyebrows.

Penny sighed. “I’ll be fine. Probably.”

“Good enough for now,” Donna determined. She stood up. “Is there anything still in the ovens?”

“Might be a few loaves of bread,” Penny said. “Ace is probably keeping better track. Was going to put in some more biscuits, but—” She waved a hand.

Donna nodded. “I’ll ask Ace, then. Rose said you were going across the street?”

“Yeah.”

“You’d better go now, then,” Donna said. “Don’t want to leave it longer than we have to.

“Yeah,” Penny said again. She reached for her cane, on the floor in front of her. “Are we all ready?”

Yaz exchanged a look with Rose. “Yep,” she said.

“Okay.” Penny pushed herself up with the cane, swaying just a little. “Exit’s that way,” she said, nodding her head.

Yaz held the door, and Penny and Rose stepped outside. They walked away from the coffee shop, towards the crosswalk at the other end of the street— Yaz kept half an eye on Penny the whole time. She walked faster than Yaz expected, considering, but she was panting from it before they reached the crosswalk.

“D’you need a shoulder?” Rose asked.

“That’s all right,” Penny puffed. “Once I get going it’s better to do it myself.”

They made it across the street without incident, although Penny was slowing down, clearly already exhausted. They were halfway back to the tattoo shop when Yaz saw motion at the bakery’s entrance. The door opening— a familiar hat— and then the woman from before was waiting at the crosswalk, her eyes on Penny.

Yaz looked around. There was no way they’d get to the door in time. Donna was coming out the door to the bakery now, but even if she managed to intervene— Yaz looked at Penny. Penny was staring at the woman across the street, frozen in place.

“Penny,” Yaz said, quiet, urgent. “Will you let me carry you?”

Penny snapped her head to look at Yaz. “What? Can you?”

“I’m stronger than I look,” Yaz promised.

“She is,” Rose added.

“And I don't see a better option,” Yaz added. “I can get you inside fast.”

There was a too-long pause as Penny evaluated. Another glance at the scene across the street, and she nodded. That was all Yaz needed to bend down and scoop Penny up, one arm supporting her legs, one arm around her back. Penny wrapped her arms around Yaz’s shoulder, clinging for dear life, her cane dangling behind Yaz’s back until Rose took it.

Yaz ran. The shop wasn’t that far, really— half a block, if that. Yaz made it easily, and good thing, too: the crosswalk light had just turned green. Rose held the door open, and Yaz turned sideways to carry Penny through, setting her on her feet and holding her up until Rose could hand her her cane.

“Let's get to the back,” Yaz said. “Rose, is the door locked?”

“About to be,” Rose muttered.

Yaz led Penny into the back, into her studio, and lowered the tattoo bed so Penny could sit on it easily. Yaz crossed the room to sit in her office chair, and when Rose came in, closing the door behind her, she wasted no time in dropping onto Yaz's lap. Yaz pushed the chair until it was next to the tattoo bed, where Penny was still sitting, legs dangling over the edge.

“Thanks,” she said softly. “Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt your day like that.”

“Not your fault,” Rose said. She rested a hand on Penny’s knee. “It's a good thing, if we can help you. Yeah?”

“Okay,” Penny breathed.

“Do you need anything?” Yaz added. “Water? Tea? Might have some biscuits upstairs. Could probably get Ace or Donna to bring you something, too.”

Penny waved a hand. “Water’s fine.”

Rose slid off Yaz's lap and went to the sink at the other end of the room. She filled a paper cup and brought it back. Penny took it in both her hands, slumping over, and Rose dropped back onto Yaz's lap.

“You really ought to get another chair in here,” she said. “What do you do if people want another person there for their tattoo?”

“Take a chair from the lobby, usually.” Yaz raised her eyebrows. “Which we could do now, if you really want your own.”

“Nah,” Rose said. “Think I'm okay.” Her head fell onto Yaz's shoulder. Yaz rolled her eyes, but her arm wrapped around Rose’s waist anyway, holding her up.

Yaz looked at Penny. She was staring at nothing, holding her cup in front of her. It occurred to Yaz, suddenly, that Penny needed to know that her mum had not called her by her name— she tried to think how to bring it up.

Fortunately, Rose was well ahead of her. “Penny,” she said, lifting her head.

Penny's gaze snapped towards her.

“We should— I mean, you should know.” Rose spoke slowly, carefully. “When your mum came in, asking for you— she wasn't asking for you as Penny.”

“Oh.” Penny seemed to deflate even more. “Almost forgot. Been too long.”

“It's— we don't have to talk about it,” Rose said quickly. “It doesn't affect anything. But it's not fair if you don't know.”

“She just doesn't like that I've got a life she can't control,” Penny said. “She was fine with it when I was fourteen and she was the one doing my medical care.” She grimaced. “Well, ‘fine’ is probably a creative way of putting it. Still.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Rose slid off Yaz's lap and climbed onto the tattoo bed to wrap her arms around Penny. Penny’s body sagged as she sank into it, her head resting on Rose’s shoulder.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“‘ Course,” Rose said.

“Sorry for dragging you two into this,” Penny added. “I know it's a lot.”

“We weren't dragged,” Yaz said. “We could've left anytime.”

“Not that we would have,” Rose said.

“No,” Yaz agreed. “But we could have. In theory.”

“Glad you didn't,” Penny said.

Yaz smiled. “Yeah, me too.”

“So, what do we do now?” Rose asked. “Do we just wait until Donna texts us?”

“Not sure we planned this far,” Yaz said. “Sorry, Penny. I’ll carry you upstairs, if you’d rather sit on a proper sofa.”

“That’s all right,” Penny said. “Don’t want to put too much strain on your muscles. Anyway, it’s better to be downstairs.” She shrugged. “Besides, we’d have to go back out.”

“Do you think she’s still out there?” Rose asked.

“I can check,” Yaz said. She stood up and went out into the lobby, peeking through the glass windows. Sure enough, Penny’s mum was standing at the street corner, staring towards the shop. Yaz ducked and darted back into the hall before she was noticed.

“Definitely still out there,” she said as she reentered her studio. She sat back down in her chair. “Sorry. We might be here for a while.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Penny said. “I can’t hide from her forever, can I?”

“Might be legal options,” Rose said. “I don’t know what those are, mind, but—”

“Yeah,” Penny said. “Might be.”

“We can look into it,” Yaz said. “I’ll give it a Google later, anyway.”

“Don’t know if it would actually stop her,” Penny said. “Besides, she’s got all sorts of connections in the government. Not sure we could press charges she couldn’t get out of.”

“That’s—” Rose was at a loss for words.

“Yeah.” Penny shrugged. “Not much about her is fair.”

“Well, we won’t let her in here,” Rose said. She adjusted her hold on Penny, drawing her closer. “And if we really need to, we can fold out the couch in the living room and you can sleep at our place.”

“Okay,” Penny said. “Yeah.”

“But we don’t have to worry about that for ages,” Rose added. “Right now, I think we need a distraction.”

Yaz looked around. “Anyone want a tattoo?”

Penny almost laughed. “I’m all right, thanks.”

“How’s your clover healing?” Yaz asked.

“Really well, actually,” Penny said. “Only thing my body’s been doing right lately, really.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“I think I’ve got playing cards in my studio somewhere,” Rose offered. “And Yaz, you’ve got art stuff down here, haven’t you?”

“Yeah,” Yaz said. “And my tablet.”

“See?” Rose smiled. “Plenty to do.”

“Could print off some of our designs as coloring pages,” Yaz suggested. “Penny, do you like that sort of thing?”

“What? I don’t know. Never thought about it.”

Yaz shrugged. “Some people find it comforting. Honestly, I just find it ‘my job,’ but you might like it.”

“Worth a try,” Penny decided. “Could always use some comfort.”

“Okay,” Yaz said. “Hang on.” She moved over to her desk and opened her laptop. She pulled up a few different designs and sent them to the printer, which was underneath the desk— a few seconds later, the printer roared to life.

“I’ll grab the cards,” Rose said from behind Yaz. Yaz heard her footsteps as she went to search the other room. The first design, a cartoonish depiction of a shooting star, finished printing, and Yaz picked it up. When she straightened up and turned around, she saw Penny was now curled up on her side, staring out at her. Her water cup was crumpled in her hands.

“I’ll get you something to write on,” Yaz decided. “Won’t have to sit up that way.” She grabbed a clipboard off her desk and clipped the design to it. She had an assortment of markers on her desk, and she picked out a few basic colors and put them on the rolling table she usually used to lay out her ink and tattoo machine. “Here,” she said to Penny, setting down the clipboard next to her on the tattoo bed. “If you want it.”

“Thanks.” Penny picked up a yellow marker and started to fill in the lines, and Yaz turned to pluck the rest of the now-printed pages out of the printer and leave them on her desk. Rose came back in a second later, holding a deck of cards.

“Turns out I’ve just got Uno,” she said. “Anyone up for a round?”

“‘Course I am.” Yaz lowered herself to the ground. “Penny?”

“I’m okay here,” Penny said. She was completely absorbed in her coloring, her tongue poking out.

Rose sat across from Yaz, dealing the cards with perfect precision. She and Yaz had played a lot of Uno over the years, and by now had a custom set of rules that made the game nigh incomprehensible to the outside observer: it was probably a good thing Penny had declined to play, really, given that Yaz couldn’t actually remember how Uno was supposed to be played at this point. She was pretty sure it didn’t involve a face-off every time someone played a “skip” card, though.

“Hold on,” Rose said. “Who lost last?”

Yaz raised her eyebrows. “If you have to ask, it was probably you.”

“Ugh. Do we even have a box around here?”

“What do you need a box for?” Penny was sitting up now, looking down at them in confusion.

“Last person who lost has to sit in a box for the next round,” Rose explained.

Penny frowned. “Not in any version I’ve played.”

“House rules,” Yaz said. “Rose, is the hourglass in there?”

Rose peered into the box. “Yep.” She pulled out the little plastic hourglass, setting it next to the deck of cards.

“All right,” Penny said, “I actually think I’ve got to experience this. If you don’t mind explaining your rules.”

“‘Course not,” Yaz said. She moved over to make room for Penny to play. “Rose, deal her in?”

Rose was already on it. “Yep.”

“And I’ll find a box,” Yaz added. She got up. She was sure she still had one from her last ink shipment— at the very least, she had some big plastic bins that she usually used for storage. In a pinch, she could empty out one of those. But no, there was a big cardboard box at one end of the room: perfect for the “box of shame.” Yaz dragged it towards Rose. “Found one.”

“Oh, all right.” Rose stepped into the box. It was just big enough that she could sit cross-legged without much trouble, leaning over the edge to see the cards.

“Okay,” Yaz said. “Most important rule is that you’ve got until the hourglass runs out to take your turn, or else you’ve got to draw a card. Second most important rule is that if someone plays a skip, it starts a face-off between them and the person they’ve tried to skip. You each play your highest card, and whoever’s is higher wins. Wild counts as a zero unless it’s a draw-four, which is the highest. Draw-two is just under the draw-four. Reverses don’t count, another skip wins automatically. Got it?”

Penny stared at her hand. “I think so. Does this make the game better?”

“Mostly just makes it more chaotic,” Rose said. “It’s up to you whether that’s better.”

“Right.” Penny looked up, her eyes darting from Rose to Yaz. “Suppose I’m ready, then.”

“Yaz goes first,” Rose said. “As champion of the last game.”

“Not as person to the left of the dealer?” Penny checked.

“Nope,” Yaz said. She laid down her card and flipped the hourglass. “Penny, your turn.”

“What?” Penny floundered. She’d just barely pulled a card out of her hand when the sand in the hourglass ran out.

“Too late!” Rose crowed. “You’ve got to draw!”

“Oh, no.” Penny took a card from the deck and sat back.

“You’ve got to flip the hourglass for Rose,” Yaz said.

“Oh. Right.” Penny leaned forward to flip the hourglass, and Rose half fell out of the box in her haste to play a card.

The game proceeded apace: Penny got the hang of it pretty quickly, and by the end she’d not only mastered the house rules but also soundly defeated both Yaz and Rose, dropping her final card onto the pile with a cry of, “Yes! I win!” She sat back again, glancing between Yaz and Rose. “Does this mean you both have to sit in the box?”

“No, we keep playing,” Yaz said.

“No, I like the version where we both sit in the box.” Rose reached towards Yaz, grabbing onto her arm and nearly tipping the box over. She tugged at Yaz’s arm. “C’mon. It’s the rules.”

“Fine,” Yaz said. “We both sit in the box.” She crawled over to Rose and maneuvered herself until she tumbled into Rose’s lap with a yelp, her limbs folded against the bulging cardboard. She turned her head to see Rose’s grin, inches from her face. “How are we supposed to play this way again?”

“I wasn’t thinking that far ahead,” Rose said.

“Yeah, well, I still want to see if I can defeat you,” Yaz replied. “Penny, can you pass me my cards?”

“Sure.” Penny picked up Yaz’s hand and passed it over. Yaz adjusted her position on Rose’s lap, keeping the backs of the cards pointedly towards Rose.

“Okay,” Yaz said, looking at Rose over her cards. “Rose, I think it was your turn. Penny, can you get the hourglass?”

“On it.” Penny flipped the hourglass, and Rose reached past Yaz to drop her card on the discard pile. She contorted herself until she reached the hourglass, and then she flipped it. Yaz scrambled to play her card, leaning out of the box— but then she leaned too far, and the box tipped over, spilling her and Rose onto the playing space and scattering the cards all over. Everyone was laughing, Yaz and Rose and Penny, Rose half on top of Yaz, Yaz almost subconsciously wrapping her arms around Rose’s waist.

“Right,” Rose said, making no effort to move away from Yaz or off the pile of cards on the floor. “I think that one counts as a draw.”

“What do you do with the box?” Penny asked. “If it’s a draw?”

“Suppose we’ll need two boxes,” Rose said. “Considering sharing doesn’t seem to work.”

“I’m not sure I have another box,” Yaz said.

“We’ve got loads in the bakery,” Penny said. “You know. If we ever get back in there.”

“Bet Ace would bring one back after her shift,” Rose said.

“Oh, right. Forgot she was staying with you.”

“We do seem to be collecting.” Rose rolled off Yaz to lie on her back on the floor, still on top of half the cards, her arm still under Yaz. Yaz moved a little closer, and Rose wrapped her arm properly around Yaz’s waist, still talking. “Going to have to rename the place. How’s Bad Wolf Home for People Running Away from Their Mothers sound?”

“Accurate,” Yaz noted.

“Yeah, I’ll take it,” Penny agreed. “Although won’t that be a bit obvious? To the mothers, I mean?”

Rose waved her free hand. “We’ll have good security. You saw Yaz’s muscles, didn’t you?”

“Felt, more like,” Penny said.

“Exactly. We’ve got her, and plenty of locks for the doors, and I bet Ace could set some booby traps. Won’t matter who knows we’re here.”

“Not sure I’d be all that good in a fight,” Yaz said. “You need more than muscle for that sort of thing.”

Rose hummed. “I could start taking karate or something.”

“Okay,” Yaz said. “You get good at karate, and then we rename the studio. Deal?”

“Deal.”

There was a moment of silence, Yaz and Rose still lying on the floor, Penny sitting by Yaz’s side, her knees drawn up to her chest.

“So,” Rose finally said. “Why’d you choose Penny?”

Penny jumped. “What?”

“For your name,” Rose explained. “Sorry, assuming you did choose it.”

“Suppose I chose it.” Penny tilted her head to the side, considering. “It was kind of a joke at first. Used to show up at Donna’s place, all scrawny and a bit of a mess and all, and her mum would say I was like a bad penny, the way I was always turning up. And then her grandad— Wilf, he shows up to the shop sometimes, maybe you’ll meet him— he started calling me that, you know, as a joke, ‘cause of course he was always pleased to see me. And I didn’t really have a name yet, back then. I used to try and get everyone to call me ‘Doctor,’ can you imagine? But it was just ‘cause I hadn’t thought of anything good yet.” She wrinkled her nose. “Anyway, who wants to be called John Smith? Boring name. Even if I had turned out a man.”

“Penny’s not boring,” Yaz agreed.

“No, she is not,” Rose snickered.

Yaz elbowed her. “Oi, I’m not joking.” She let her head fall to face Penny. “It’s a good name.”

Penny grinned. “Thanks. It is Penelope, legally, but I don’t think anyone’s ever called me that. Just thought it would be nice to have the option, really.”

“Penelope’s nice too,” Rose agreed. “Mythical, isn’t it?”

“Probably,” Penny said. “Didn’t do too well in school. You know, considering everything.”

Rose laughed. “Yeah, sounds about right. I never even got my A-levels. But, you know. Had one of those Greek myth books lying around as a kid. Weird stories, those.” She nudged Yaz. “You read books. D’you remember?”

“It’s Odysseus’s wife,” Yaz said. “In the Odyssey. She waited, like, twenty years for him.”

“Awful name for me, then,” Penny said. “I’m horrible at waiting. Hate waiting. Wish I could skip right over it, every time.”

Rose laughed. “Suppose that’s why you go by Penny. Can't even wait a couple extra syllables.”

“Exactly.” Penny flopped back to lie on the floor. “Impatient, me. That’s why the whole fatigue thing is so awful. Just a bunch of waiting to feel better, and then you don’t.” She paused. “I mean, I suppose I feel better than I did last week, at least. But still.”

“Small mercies,” Yaz said.

Penny sighed. “Yeah. Small mercies.”

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harryssweatcreaturee · 2 years

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the one where harry doesn’t know how to love

a/n: i was sad and then this happened... i don’t apologize for the tears.. and a big thank you to my queen @lollypopsx for helping with ideas and proof-reading

word count: 2k

warnings: angst

(Y/N) found it bizarre that after knowing Harry for about eight months, all she knew about him was his name and that he liked guitars.

That was about it.

Prior to meeting him, Sarah had warned (Y/N) that Harry was usually reserved and not one to talk much so she made a mental note to not suffocate the man when meeting him. But after repeated encounters and seeing him various times a week by association, she figured she’d learn more of him as time went on, but man, was she wrong.

Harry avoided any long conversations. He would cut it short, or he’d be saved by the bell with a call from work.

(Y/N) especially hated how interested she was in him despite his best efforts to show no push in revealing anything about himself.

But nonetheless, she would try without being too pushy.

Like tonight. Their little get together for dinner and catch up will be at her place and unlike their usual meet ups, it would just be Sarah, Mitch, Harry, and (Y/N).

The thought of a possibility of forced conversations freaked (Y/N) out. She wanted to be optimistic and believe that Harry will at least give her some small talk tonight, but the back of her mind was more realistic, telling her that there will be no change and if Sarah and Mitch are wrapped up in their own conversation, than she might as well twiddle her thumbs.

(Y/N) really didn’t feel like cooking tonight so she stopped for some take out and wine before heading home after work.

She had enough time for a shower and a bit of picking up before the three arrived right on the dot at 8.

The moment (Y/N) opened the door, Sarah met her with a big hug, Mitch following suit only his hug wasn’t as long and passionate, and of course Harry simply walked in with a nod of his head.

(Y/N) put it past her and began making her way to the kitchen, gathering stuff to prepare the dining table for the four of them, Sarah soon joining her to help. “I’m sorry it’s just us three. No one else could come…” (Y/N) shrugged and shook her head softly. “It’s fine… and it’s not your fault, babe. I’ll be fine. I’m used to him already.”

The two prepped the table, having Mitch and Harry join them a few minutes after.

Thankfully, dinner wasn’t terrible. Sarah was sure to engage (Y/N) and Harry into their conversations and (Y/N) was beyond thankful for that.

(Y/N) started to pick up just as soon as everyone was done with their food and much to her surprise, Harry brought the rest of the things from the table. And stayed standing beside her, drying anything she’d wash. She looked up at him a small smile, “Thank you but you don’t have to. I can just let them dry overnight and put it away in the morning.”

Harry shrugged his shoulder softly and (Y/N) swore she could see a small smile displayed on his own lips. “Wanna help.”

After Harry and (Y/N) put everything away, (Y/N) folded the small rag over the sink, ready to leave the kitchen but Harry stopped her by grabbing her forearm.

“M’sorry.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “What for, Harry? You ha-“

“For being dismissive. You always try talking to me and y’so nice to me despite me being… well, me.”

She stood a bit taken aback, but not in a bad way.

Harry’s expression seemed genuine, maybe even a bit confused himself. There was no way (Y/N) could ever hate him even after feeling like he barely acknowledged her presence. And with his apology, she knew that wasn’t the case either.

“M’ working on myself to be nicer and more, talkative, I guess. Just… thank you..”

(Y/N) smiled at him once more, her own hand coming to rest over his with a small, delicate squeeze. “Don’t stress it. I’m always here for you, okay? To listen or to talk. Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”

That small conversation was a huge step for them.

Harry spoke to her more and albeit it wasn’t a lot, or as much as she talked, it was something.

Unbelievably, the two started hanging out on their own without the group, but nothing crazy. It would usually be over coffee or a lunch in between Harry’s break from work since his schedule was a bit more hectic, (Y/N) would accommodate to him.

Harry wasn’t sure of how he felt. He didn’t know what liking someone was, what falling for someone even meant or was supposed to feel like. He never allowed himself the genuine pleasure of letting himself love someone because he swore it wasn’t real and much less something for him. Especially not after the terrible examples he had at home. It never made him believe in love, so he never knew the feeling.

He figured that’s why he was the way he was. The lack of love and care growing up made him reserved and bristly.

But being around (Y/N) sparked something in him he never felt before. It was as if he felt more alive, as if he wanted to run and tell her the dumbest things he’d seen or thought of. He felt like for once in his life, there was something worth fighting for. But it scared the shit out of him. Having someone like (Y/N). Harry promised himself he’d never share his confusions with her because losing her would be worse. The risk alone was enough to pull him back from allowing himself the delicacy of love that life offers.

Harry wanted her around more than just for coffee or lunch next time around, but he was a bit unsure as to how to ask. His fingers were busy on the small straw in his coffee cup, stirring around before he mustered up enough courage and cleared his throat, looking up at (Y/N).

“Hey, um, if you’re free tomorrow night… I was thinking that maybe y’can come over and I can make us dinner? Feel like were always so rushed since it’s my break and all. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

(Y/N) giggled at his nervous rambling before reaching out to softly squeeze his forearm in hopes to ease his nerves. “I’ll come over, H. Thank you for offering. Can’t wait.”

As if Harry wasn’t a nervous wreck around her before, he was a walking nerve now. He called Sarah to make sure he was cooking something (Y/N) liked, he asked her what her favorite scent was so his house welcomed her in an embrace, asked her what her favorite dessert was so it’d surely be on tonight’s menu.

Hell, he even looked up online a couple of wiki-hows on relationships.

“God, I’m so pathetic.” Harry whispered to himself as he changed the candles around his living room and kitchen, then checking the oven for the lasagna he’d been working on. He had no idea why he felt so nervous around her when he was usually confident and sure of what he wanted to say, or not to say for that matter. But this was different. This was (Y/N).

It was almost time for (Y/N) to arrive and thankfully Harry had everything ready. All he had to do was wait for her. Little did he know she was already parked outside, giving herself a little pep talk in her car.

(Y/N) was anxious. She didn’t want to ruin anything by talking to much or asking too many questions, but she assured herself everything should be fine because they’ve made such great progress. After a long conversation with herself, she finally gathered the valor to walk up to his front door and lightly knock.

Harry didn’t let her wait for long, opening the door with a shy grin as she walked in, the scent of jasmine flowers laced with some sort of beefy delicacy filling her nostrils.

“Wow, Harry. It smells amazing.”

He smiled as he walked them over to the dining table – surely after taking her coat and her purse and hanging them on the coatrack.

“Made lasagna for tonight. And we’ve got some cherry pie to follow for dessert.”

(Y/N) was thankful for the effort he’d put in. It was sweet and so heartwarming.

Dinner was delicious and she was glad that he was the one mostly talking. She loved hearing his voice, his architecture jargon sounding like some sort of romantic tongue to her. She felt honored to say the least, hearing him speak this much. She felt his trust and comfort around her and it made her heart skip a beat.

But dinner and dessert weren’t enough for Harry. He wanted more time with her so a movie seemed like the perfect suggestion and she agreed, thank God.

Harry kept a small distance between them doing his best to focus on the movie, but his thoughts were driving him elsewhere.

Those fears came crashing again. He felt like he was rushing and running, like he was pushing it too far and that was the last thing he wanted. He didn’t want to put their friendship in a place where he’d risk losing her altogether. But of course, he let his confusing feelings get in the way and put himself in his position.

“(Y/N)… I- I’m sorry but I think I maybe have been misleading you… I should’ve thought this out and waited a bit longer. I think I’ve done too much.”

(Y/N) was perplexed and baffled, to say the least. She thought the night was going perfectly but maybe she did look into it too much and thought this was more than their little coffee and lunch meetups. But no, Harry did make it seem like it was more tonight and that was freaking her out. “I’m so confused, Harry… I thought we were having a great night? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, it’s just that – I. I think I’m making a mistake.” The moment it came out of Harry’s lips, he regretted it.

She stood up from the couch, heart launched to the bottom of her feet in embarrassment. “Wow… This is… God… All I��ve done is be nice to you and really try for something here because I know that deep inside those walls there’s more to you Harry… but to call this a mistake? I’m embarrassed.”

(Y/N) didn’t want for a word to leave his mouth as she made her way to the door, grabbing her purse and throwing her jacket over her arm.

Harry was hot on his feet behind her, cursing at himself for being so stupid.

“No! Wait, (Y/N). Fuck! I didn’t mean that! Please!”

(Y/N) didn’t look back, feeling the cold weather freezing her skin just seconds of being outside. She just wanted to get into her car and disappear. But Harry didn’t allow that. He caught up to her and stood right in front of her.

Harry’s eyes were filled with tears, his warm hands cradling her cheeks as his eyes registered hers while he picked apart the whole dictionary in his mind.

“I am so sorry but please don’t give up on me. I- I’m just scared, okay? I’m scared that if I go all in… then I risk losing you.”

(Y/N) sighed, a frown adorning her lips as her own eyes filled with tears. “Harry, I’m not going anywhere. I think I’ve been pretty clear that I love being around you and all I’ve done is try and show you my efforts that I want to be with you.”

“Show me, please. Teach me how to love you and not be afraid. I have no idea what t’do. I don’t know what I feel but it’s intense and being around y’brings me to life. Just please, don’t give up on me yet.” His eyes were pleading for her too, eyebrows scrunched in worry as if this were his last wish.

Instead of opting for a verbal response, (Y/N) attached their lips into a sweet kiss.

Despite the cold weather outside, Harry felt warmth fill his love-lacking body, feeling as if her lips could wash away any doubt or worry he previously had. He felt electricity run through his veins, chills run down his spine.

“I’m not leaving you, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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May I request a Childe X Reader fanfic where the reader has been pushing herself too hard lately and so Childe has to forcefully get her to rest? ty

By my side [Childe x Reader]//Genshin Impact

Synopsis: You were an artist and he was an adventurer. Two people from vast backgrounds and Childe just wants to spend some time of his busy life with you. However, things didn't really go his way...at first.

(Childe x F!reader. Its all fluff)

(A/n): Perfect request anon. I too, would like to have a Childe in my life. Been getting 5-6 hours of sleep on average 😃😁. Yeah kind tossed some extra ideas with artist s/o, its a perfect reason for anyone to be busy.

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Once recieving the permission to take a week off from his diplomatic duties, the first thing Childe thought of was none other than his lovely significant other.

The harbinger knew quite well what lays ahead of his ventures to Liyue. During his quest for the archon's gnosis, he encountered many interesting events, such as meeting the rumoured traveller hailing from afar and a broke yet courteous man who turned out to be the ultimate ruler of this very country he walks upon then there was the battle against a dead god until he revived it using the sigil of permission. All of them were great additions to his story as Ajax the hero, something he always wanted to pursue since childhood. In which, also gave him something nice to write about when preparing letters for his siblings living back home. But little did the harbinger know that he'll one day bump into the heroine. A little too soon. Through your little art shop, he met you, a sweet and audacious woman with plenty of humour. That was how it all began.

While he strides down the streets between Liyue's exquisite buildings, Childe suddenly stops in his tracks and looks up to the sky. There, was painted a scenery of an evening dusk, sun rays relfected across until red and orange hues cast a river stream that led to the ends of the world. He watched the birds follow that streak like it was a path made for them to fly towards. A new adventure. You would have loved to captured this in your pictures.

And then he wonders, what might you be painting right now?

"Hey babe, I'm home~"

In a sing-song voice he calls out to you by your nick-name. You knew that Childe was an active member of the Fatui and that his time was limited, hence he made sure to write to you as well. Of course long distant relationships only makes the waiting more anticipated. When he does pay a visit, you'd run straight into his open arms, leaping off your feet to engulf him in one enourmous embrace. Then his hands will hold against your waist as he spins your round and around in the air, stealing the laughter out of your lungs before planting you back on the floor. Sometimes Childe would consider that being far away wasn't be such a bad idea as long as he was able to experience this, the harder the battle, the sweeter the victory. However...

"That's great."

He was met by a response similar to the wintry grace of Snezhnaya.

Huh?

All the fantasies he had from earlier shatters in the background as he stands there frozen. You didn't even spare a glance to the entrance, eyes still glued to the large canvas displayed at your front, too busy to even care. Childe clicks his tongue between the awkward silence with an uncertain expression. When there was no signs of initiation on your part, he shuffled his way to where you were and observes from behind.

"Well you're particularly quiet today," he muses to himself, placing a hand over his hip, "I guess that painting of yours must be really important then."

It was obvious that he was trying to nudge you into his favour. Something that you've found endearing was how quickly your boyfriend can be when he's in a needy state. So you quickly twisted over to peck him on the cheek before going back to work.

"That's better," Childe satisfiedly grins, "So who is this project for?"

"It's a commission requested by a wealthy family serving the Qixing. They're really influential in terms of the market and can really give me a competitive edge. I have to get it done in five days."

His tone flactuates as he squints his eyes, "Five days you say," he disliked the news of your schedule taking over his own, Childe only managed to take a week off and after that, he'll be away for quite some time, "Why don't you take a break? From the looks of your progress, it seems to me that you've been working on it for hours. I've got plenty of interesting stories to tell and you know, nothing can compare to sharing a warm meal within your company," he leans down to your ear level, "How does that sound?"

Several seconds went by as he waits for some sort of reaction, "Oh. Right," you blurted out and the harbinger only smiles, "I made some food earlier this morning. You can go help yourself if you're hungry."

Today was not his day.

Childe pulls out the wooden chair and slumps into the seat, a defeated huff escaping his mouth as he stared at the crystal shrimp placed on the table. It was hastily wrapped by plastic, most likely cold for a while, just like the romantic evening he had planned in his head. Normally you'll be sitting on the otherside while listening to the many tales he went through along the way. Although painting was your passion, it was undeniable that you also enjoyed his kind of lifestyle if you ever had the choice. He was rather surprised on how someone ambitious like him would end up with such a simplistic person but quickly accepted it as life was meant to be unpredictable, just the way he likes it. As Childe entertains you with his stories, he'll listen to your giggles amidst eating the homecooked meals that you both prepared together.

"I wonder if she ate already," he mumbled to his lone self. You most likely did but Childe knows you well. Artists are obsessed and they can go as far as to neglecting their own health for the sake of their masterpieces. Hence, he made sure to remind you to eat properly through the letters he wrote to you.

The harbinger takes a quick glance around the kitchen. It was a mess. The cupboards were slightly opened, metal pots were still displayed on the stone stove and the stench coming from the sink....

Childe pushes himsel up to see what was the cause.

Not even the dishes were washed.

Running his fingers through his bangs, he sighs wearily, "Old habits die hard huh?" And above all else, when artists are obsessed they also forget how disorganized they can become. Childe begins to roll up his sleeves before taking off his gloves. At times like this he'll have to pitch in and take care of it for you, "Looks like I'll be here for a while."

Throughout three sunsets and three moonrises, Childe had no option but to observe you from afar, minus the few attempts he made to regain your attention again. How you would go to bed much later than him, waking up before he opens his eyes and the effort he put into making your food only left with too many leftovers. It wasn't that you were unappreciative, instead, your mind had become too focused that your body was considered a second priority. Like anyone else, Childe genuinely thought you possessed great talent and supports you wholeheartedly. He loved it when you painted pictures just for him as if they were scenes coming out of his hero story, reminded by his adventures, capturing every detail. However he also needed to learn how to deal with this stubborn side of yours.

"Hey babe, I just finished preparing our dinner. Don't you smell that? Such a rich aroma, you should go eat."

"I'm busy."

Your diet were just small bites, the rest being substituted by coffee. Childe could clearly tell that you weren't getting enough sleep either as there were dark circles forming underneath your eyes and slowly, he was starting to become a little irritated.

Three hours passed midnight but you were still awake in the same place doing the same thing. Childe leans against the doorframe with arms folded, already changed into his sleeping clothes. He clears his throat to break the silence, "Ahem."

Your wrist hangs in mid air by the sound of a strange visitor, it was your boyfriend. Gaze in a daze, you lazily turned your head, "What time is it?"

"Way passed the sleeping hours as you can see," he points with his thumb at the table clock in a half-hearted manner, "You should already be in bed by now and don't think you can coax yourself out of the situation this time," his eyes parted in slits as he added with a smile, "Otherwise I might just have to force you myself."

You shook your head, "Give me one more hour? There's some finishing touches I really want to add so," clasping your hands together, you beamed sweetly, "Pretty please? I'll finish up soon."

"Oh really?" Childe challenges, head tossed back like he was interrogating you instead, "I believe that was also what you told me yesterday. And the day before? Adding up all of those days that would be.....four in total?" He deliberately counts upon his fingers before facing you again, this time his expression was slightly more serious, "As much as I find your determination remarkable, there are moments when you need to consider a sufficient amount of rest and this just isn't going to cut it."

"Four days already?!" You exclaimed, "Jeez, I don't even know if I'm halfway done."

Pressing his lips together, Childe glares in an acutely deadpanned countenance, it was also his time too, "Can't you ask this commissioner to extend your due date to next week? In your case, mora shouldn't be the issue since, well...you're dating me anyways."

It's true. Childe was the main reason why you didn't have to live as a starving artist. He had all your expenses fully covered from the marketing aspect to your residence, you simply chose to work out of pure will.

"I don't want to always rely on you so much," you confessed, "This commissioner could turn my whole career around. If I'm able to gain his favour, maybe I'll get promoted to a court painter for the Qixing! Who knows when there will ever be a chance like this again," pumping your fists, you spoke purposefully, "I'll pull an all nighters if I have to!"

Childe brings his hand to his forehead, you looked as if you were nearly about to collapse and yet still considering the option of an all-nighters? The harbinger should've detained you days prior before.

"Hm? Childe, what's wrong?" He suddenly falls deadly quiet and you watched him walk closer towards you, "What are--"

Hooking an arm behind your knees and the other at your back, your boyfriend lifts you up in one full swoop as he tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Guess we'll have to do things the hard way," he remarks cheerfully.

"W-Wait," you flailed your arms and kicked your legs but to no avail. Childe was an experienced combatant indeed, "Put me down! I have work to do."

Your protests fall upon deaf ears as the harbinger carries you to your room. You were oddly lighter than the last time he carried you, the strength less vigor than before, it was obvious that your body was in need of relaxation. He suddenly thinks there was a possibility that you would maintain this habit while he was absent.

I should probably visit more often.

Using his free leg to nudge the door open, he places you upon the shared bed in a gentle manner. You winced at the impact of the soft sheets, surprised by how much it affect you.

"There we go. All done. Man, you really are a stubborn one, aren't you. Makes me a little worried since I can't spoil you all the time."

He quickly invited himself to the empty space on your bedside and wrapped his arms around your figure, pulling you close and feeling you whole. Childe made sure there was no escape once putting his chin above your hairline so that you could feel his warmth as much as possible.

"This is--" you stuttered. His tactic was enough to make your limbs soften and you could almost hear him smirk into the distance, "This is cheating..."

"You think so?" He comments as if pledging innocence, "I don't know babe. Where I come from those who take the initiative are the ones who end up claiming the prize," pulling back, Childe takes the opportunity to observe your pouty face, "I don't make the rules. It's just how it goes."

You wanted to argue back but he suddenly took the bedsheets and covered both of your bodies with, completely trapping you with his presence. He snuggles into you further as if you were a bear made of linen and you felt the drowsiness taking over your mind. The way he gently pats down the back of your head was enough to instantly lull you into a deep sleep.

"Cheater," you mumbled.

He laughs softly, the rumbles emitting through his chest, "I love you too babe."

Even after you've let go of your resistance, Childe continues his actions until he was sure that you were resting. He had been longing to touch you like this since living a chaotic life only made peaceful moments much sweeter, "You're such a hard-worker you know that? I'm proud of you but you have to know when to call it a day," he whispers, "If not, how can I go on trips while knowing that you're still refusing to eat properly?"

You closed your eyes and said nothing in return. All your senses were too cloudy to come up with a reassuring response. Childe listens to the way your breath evens as you intake his scent during the process. It smelled like the soap you used in the showers, lotus leaves mixed with his own unique musk. You could only focus on him. His comforting embrace. His slightly accelerating heartbeat because you were together with him.

Letting out one final yawn, you succumbed to his spell and allowed your energy to drift away.

The corners of his lips tug upwards, "Sleep well princess."

Childe reaches over to your desk drawer and shuts off the alarm clock before turning over to face you again. He couldn't fall asleep immediately, not when he had to consider taking care of the commissioner who gave you an impossible deadline. But that will be saved for another day, for now, he observes in silent serenity.

If he were to quit his job for a year, what would his life be like?

Peaceful. Something opposite of what he was living right now. Something similar to the life he had back home. As you arrange the many paintings in your little home, he'll offer to help you among the places you couldn't reach. Without a doubt, Childe was far taller in comparison. Taking strolls into the streets and trying the new dishes the merchants came up with. Then in the evenings, you'll both go to dinner dates while listening to the storyteller revealing the rumours of the legendary Tianquan Qixing. Although Childe loved the adventurous life he led, he had to admit that your domesticity and family-bringing atmosphere was a tempting idea.

Maybe one day.

He lightly takes a strand that had fallen over your nose and tucked it smoothly behind your ear. The soft snores coming out of your parted lips caused his gaze to melt. And so he steals them with his own, placing a chaste goodnight kiss.

One day I'll be sure to bring my family here with us.

Closing his eyes, he joins you in your slumber, hoping to see all that he envisioned in his dreams.

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agent-whiskeys-sweetheart · 3 years

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Meant To Be

Pairing: Hotch x F!Reader

Summary: You are studying to be an FBI profiler with a little over a year left before graduation. When the BAU team shows up in your town for a case you jump at the chance to shadow them for a day. However, things quickly take a turn when you meet Aaron Hotchner, your future boss. And the most breathtaking man you’ve ever met.

Warnings: None! A little dramatic??? This is a purely self indulgent, love at first sight kind of fic so just prepare yourselves.

Word Count: 4,063

A/N: So I had a mild stroke trying to figure out the timeline for this series so please just don’t look too much into it lol.

MAY 2006

FORT WORTH, TX

It was just barely six in the morning when you pulled into the parking lot of the precinct. Although the sun hadn’t peaked over the horizon yet, you were surprisingly awake. In preparation for the day you had gone to bed at eight the night before which left you well-rested and alert. There was no way you were going to let yourself be off your game. Not today. Of all your classmates, you had certainly progressed the quickest. Due to your high success rate, your professor had authorized you to shadow the team of FBI profilers that were coming to your city for a case. It was an amazing opportunity for someone with a over a year left before graduation so you immediately accepted. Not allowing yourself to make even the slightest mistake, you planned everything down to the last detail in the days leading up to this. Nothing would be able to faze you. With the confidence of a woman who’d been working in this precinct all her life, you strode into the lobby. The receptionist asked for your ID which you quickly displayed. It was only temporary but even so, there was a certain amount of power you felt when she cleared you to continue into the building. After stopping briefly to ask for directions you made your way back to the Police Chief’s office. When he hears your knock, he looks up from his paperwork with a polite smile.

“Well, good morning. What can I help you with?” Clearing your throat, you prepare your most professional voice as you reply.

“My name is Y/N L/N. We met earlier this week. I’m going to be shadowing the team of profilers who are flying in today.” Recognition crosses his features as he makes his way over to shake your hand.

“Of course. I remember. It’s nice to see you again. You’re very punctual. That’s a good skill to hang on to.” You smile in gratitude. “Well, the profilers aren’t here just yet. If you’d like you can wait in here or we can find an empty desk for you.”

“Actually, I was hoping I could look over the case files. I’d like to be as up-to-date as possible before they arrive.” As he nods, the two of you make your way into the hallway. Towards the back corner of the common workspace is an empty desk that he allows you to sit at. While you put your things down and take a seat he disappears long enough to retrieve a file folder and set it on the desk in front of you.

“This should be enough information for you to be able to help out. If you’ve got any questions in the meantime, you know where I’m at.” With another polite smile, he leaves you to continue his paperwork. It doesn’t take long for you to read the case file. There had been a conspicuous string of murders in the area, which began about two weeks ago. Four couples were murdered in their homes, all wealthy without children. A list of witnesses and family members had been compiled to make the interview process a little easier. You predicted you’d most likely be helping one of the profilers in questioning the people on this list so you tried your best to memorize the names.

It seemed like hardly any time had passed when you heard the main doors of the precinct opening to reveal a group of five people walking up to the receptionist’s desk. The sight of them immediately perked you up. It was difficult to make out any individual faces at first but you knew these must be the profilers. As they each scanned their IDs and made their way into the main workspace you quickly gathered your things so that you would be ready to move the moment they were. It didn’t take long for the Chief of Police to reappear, welcoming the profilers and showing them where they could set up their equipment. Every member of the team had a distinctly different look and behavior but they all seemed to work in unison. Even though they’d only been there for five minutes they exuded professionalism and efficiency. As you watched them you had to remind yourself to breathe. You had as much right to be there as them. Admittedly they did have a lot more experience than you but that didn’t change the fact that you’re all on the same team now.

Waiting patiently, you finish putting the case file back together and fold your hands to rest them on the edge of the desk. When the Chief of Police calls you over you gather up your things and make your way around the various desks to stand next to him.

“This here is Miss L/N. She’s a student at our local university. She’s gonna be tagging along with you guys today for a little real-world practice.” As he introduces you, you take the opportunity to study the faces of the people in front of you. There is only one you recognize for certain. They all have their attention set on you as well which makes you suddenly very aware of yourself. “Anyway, I’ll let you all introduce yourselves.” With a nod, he turns to speak to you. “If you don’t mind stopping by my office at the end of the day, I’ll get you all checked out alright? In the meantime, have fun I guess.” He adds with a laugh before finally leaving you alone with the others.

The first one to extend his hand to you is the one person you are familiar with. More than familiar, seeing as he is kind of your hero. You had been the one to initiate the arrangement, having sent him an email a few weeks ago. He had seemed more than willing to let you work with them for the day and he was nothing but helpful, just like you knew he would be. Seeing him now was nearly surreal.

“Y/N, I remember.” He begins, shaking your hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Jason Gideon, as you know. Glad to have you on board.”

“It’s absolutely an honor to meet you, sir. I’ve been a follower of your work since I knew what profiling was. I am so grateful for this opportunity. I am more than ready to help in any way I can.” As you speak, a warm smile lights his face. One of friendliness and hope.

“Of course. I think I speak for my team when I say we’re grateful as well. Not many people in our field get a chance to guide the next generation to a life of helping others. Anything we can do to support you as a future member of our team, we’re happy to do.” This response is entirely heartfelt and shocking to you. Of all the ways you’d imagined this interaction starting, this wasn’t what you had in mind and yet it was exactly what you needed.

“Thank you, sir.” Was all you could manage as you work to maintain your fading air of professionalism.

“Well, with that I’ll let everyone do their own introductions.” Almost immediately another man stepped out of line and reached for your hand. He was very conventionally handsome and the way he carried himself told you he knew that he was good-looking. The smile he flashed you was contagious as you shook hands with him.

“Nice to meet you, sweetheart. I’m Agent Derek Morgan and I am very excited to get to know you.” The woman next to him has to pull him away, shooting him a look. She seems very severe and yet when she turns to look at you there is a distinct kindness in her eyes.

“Knock it off Morgan. You’re gonna scare her off before she even gets a chance to meet anyone else.” She says over her shoulder, taking your hand. “I’m Elle. If he keeps bugging you, I’ll be more than happy to rough him up for you.” Morgan holds his hands up defensively when he catches Elle’s eye again before giving you a small wink.

“Nice to meet you both.” It’s hard to contain your laughter but you manage, giving a small smile instead. Another woman is standing beside Gideon who shakes your hand. She is very beautiful and seems to exude confidence and grace.

“I’m JJ. I’m the Communications Liaison for the BAU. We spoke briefly last week.” You nod in recognition. She had helped you coordinate the time and place to meet up for the day.

“Of course. Very nice to meet you in person.”

“Likewise. We’re excited to be working with you.” She gives you a warm smile which you gladly return before looking to the last person in the small group. He looks to be about your age, very sensibly dressed with a nice posture. There is a slight awkwardness in the way that he shakes your hand but he gives you a quick smile and you can see that he has a hidden friendliness in his demeanor.

“I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” He says shortly to which you politely nod.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” With that, you turn back to Gideon to ask about your assignment for the day. However, you can’t help but feel like something is missing. “I read through the case file this morning so I can be of use wherever I’m needed. Did you have an assignment in mind or will I be moving around throughout the day?”

“I think it would be beneficial for you to work with SSA Hotchner. He should be here any minute.” That’s what was missing. Hotchner. You had heard his name before but you didn’t know much about him. As you waited for him to arrive, Gideon began delegating tasks to each of the other members. Despite not being given a task yet you listened intently until the front doors of the precinct opened.

However you had pictured Hotchner, the man that walked through that door was the furthest thing from what you expected. The sight of him striding in from the lobby made your breath catch in your throat. There was an innate power in the way that he moved. So much purpose and intensity. His eyes were dark and they found your face almost immediately. It was enough to make you squirm but you maintained your composure. Gideon turned to greet him before gesturing back towards you. “This is Y/N L/N. She’s a student who is here to shadow the team for the day.”

With the slightest hesitation, you extended your hand toward him. His eyes didn’t leave yours for a moment as he shook your hand.

“I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner. It’s very nice to meet you.” He spoke with a clear sense of professionalism.

“It’s nice to meet you too. I’m looking forward to working with you. I have a feeling I’m going to learn a lot from this experience.”

“I hope so. It was very smart of you to seize this opportunity. It does not come around often. Soak up everything you can today and I’m sure it will bring you a lot of success in the future.” You listen to him intently, nodding with a small smile.

“Hotch, would you mind if she rides along with you today? We’ve got a list of witnesses we need to speak to and I think it would be good for her to get out in the field rather than being stuck here doing paperwork.” Gideon interjects, looking to both of you as he proposes the idea. Hotchner looks around the precinct briefly for the other team members before giving Gideon his attention again.

“Of course. Do I need to brief her on the case?”

“Actually, I already familiarized myself with the case file before you all got here this morning.” You interrupt before Gideon can respond, causing both the men to look at you. “Sir.” You add, clearing your throat. They both share a knowing look.

“Perfect,” Hotchner replied, with a respectful nod. Satisfied with the interaction, Gideon dismissed himself to begin his work leaving the two of you alone. “Give me a few minutes to speak with the Chief of Police and then we can get started. Would you mind waiting out front for me?” You nod eagerly which prompts him to walk back toward the Chief’s office. Once he has disappeared around the corner you make your way to the front of the building, stepping through the main doors. The cool morning air brings with it a sweet wave of relief. You hadn’t realized how hot you were until you had stepped outside. Nerves were already building up in your system when you were being introduced to the rest of the team but meeting Hotchner had tipped you over the edge. There was no denying that he was a very handsome man. The evidence was in the blush that was surely covering your face. Mentally scolding yourself you take a deep breath. You were a professional and you would act as such. No matter how deeply moved you felt when he looked into your eyes like that.

A few minutes later Hotchner made his way through the front doors causing you to stand at attention. Moving briskly, you followed him into the parking lot and pulled yourself into the passenger seat of the dark SUV he had just unlocked. He remained silent as he began typing an address into the GPS before pulling out of the parking lot. Once you were on the road he looked over at you briefly.

“How much do you know about questioning witnesses?” He began.

“Quite a bit. I’m only about a year away from graduation so I have a fairly advanced understanding of a wide variety of concepts that pertain to profiling.” Watching the GPS, he nods. Feeling a tinge of awkwardness, you allow your eyes to stay focused on your lap.

“Good. Any real-world experience?”

“Unfortunately no. In my courses, we do simulate certain scenarios fairly often but there isn’t much opportunity for real application.”

“Well the best advice I can give for today is to stay quiet and watch me. If I need you to speak up, I will tell you as much. Otherwise, don’t say anything. It isn’t that I distrust you. It would just be irresponsible of me to allow someone with zero field experience to question the victim’s friends and family during some of the most difficult times of their lives. Especially without having seen what they’re capable of beforehand. I’m sure you understand.”

“Oh absolutely. I completely understand. I know that I’m here in more of an observational capacity today. And even if I wasn’t, you’re the boss. No explanation necessary.” Hotchner is quiet for a moment. If you hadn’t been so preoccupied with avoiding eye contact, you would have seen the remnants of a smile on his face.

“I should have you talk to the rest of the team. They could learn a thing or two from you.” This causes you to laugh lightly.

When you finally do decide to look at him the sight steals your breath yet again. He is bathed in the golden light of the rising sun and he seems almost ethereal. You can see a flash of his deep brown eyes which seemed very soft now in the glow of the sun. As though he could feel you looking at him he turns to meet your eyes although this time you don’t look away. The two of you sit there in what seems like the most eternal moment, dancing in and out of each other before he breaks away to look back at the road. For a moment you could almost swear you saw something there in his eyes, something almost like longing. It must have just been a trick of the light.

“So, what made you decide to be a profiler?” The moment is over as quickly as it began as he speaks up.

“Well, I’ve always had a deep fascination with the human psyche. Finding out what makes people tick. Picking apart their personalities, their behaviors. Growing up that almost felt like the only way to understand the kids around me. By studying them. Every friendship I had felt like a science project. When I found out that I could use that ability to be part of something bigger than myself, to make the world just a little brighter ... well, it was really a no-brainer.”

“That’s very ... noble and, honestly, very uplifting to hear. With this job, you experience a lot more bad days than you do good. Sometimes it is hard to remember why we started doing this in the first place. It’s people like you that remind me this job is worth it. Hang on to those beliefs. They’ll help keep you sane, I can promise you that.” With a nod, you give him a kind smile.

“I will. I promise.” It isn’t much longer before you arrive at the first house. The interview is fairly straightforward. You stay close by Hotchner’s side as he introduces the both of you. Once you’re inside you sit quietly as he begins asking questions, merely listening and taking mental notes of the way he conducts himself. It is over fairly quickly and then you’re both back in the SUV and off to your next destination. The next two interviews are the same. On the third, he lets you ask a few routine questions. It is a simple gesture but you are very grateful for the experience and you handle yourself very well.

Your final interview is with the parents of the latest male victim. When Hotchner knocks on the door, it takes a minute for it to open. Standing on the other side is an older man with a tired expression.

“Yes? What is it?” The man says briskly. Hotchner pulls out his badge.

“I am SSA Aaron Hotchner with the FBI. This is Miss Y/N L/N. May we come in?” Hearing the term FBI causes the man’s expression to darken rather quickly as he looks between the two of you.

“Where’s your badge?” He questions, nodding in your direction. Remaining silent, you share a look with Hotchner. After a second of thought he gives you a small nod of approval.

“I’m not actually an FBI agent yet, sir. I’m a criminology student at the local university. I’m shadowing Agent Hotchner today as a learning opportunity before getting out in the field myself.”

“A learning opportunity?” It takes the man almost no time to answer and you can hear a significant shift in his voice. “You’re using my son’s death as a learning opportunity?”

“You misunderstand--” Hotchner begins in your defense before you quickly cut him off with your own response.

“Sir, I can’t begin to fathom what you’re going through. But I can promise you that my lack of experience is entirely made up for by my desire to see the person who did this to your son pay for it. It doesn’t take training to see that your son deserves justice for his death.” The man is silent but keeps his eyes locked on yours.

“My wife and I have already told the police everything we know.”

“We know, sir. It will only take a few moments of your time and anything you can tell us might be crucial in finding your son’s killer.”

“No. No, we’ve already talked about this more than any parent should ever have to. If it’s that important go ask the police what we said.”

“Please, sir--” Before he can finish, the man smacks the door frame.

“It took the deaths of eight innocent people for you to swoop in and save the day. You really think I want to waste a second of my time speaking with you? I have nothing more to say. Now get out of here.” With that, Hotchner nods before turning to leave which prompts you to quickly follow. As you get near the SUV you are startled by the sound of the man’s door being slammed shut. Once inside you release the breath that had been caught in your chest. When you look over at Hotchner his expression shows a deadly calmness and you are suddenly struck by the idea that he must be pissed at you.

“I’m so sorry. That was all my fault. I upset him. I shouldn’t have said anything to him. I should have just kept my mouth shut like you told me to. I had no right to do that. I’m sorry.” The crushing weight of embarrassment and guilt settled over you. This morning you had felt more than ready but now it seemed like the day had been filled with challenges you couldn’t possibly have prepared for. In only a few hours you had managed to show your boss that you are completely incompetent. You ready yourself for what must surely be his wrath however when he turns towards you his expression shifts from one of unwavering calm to gentle kindness.

“It’s okay. I’m not angry with you. What you said was perfect, it’s exactly what I would have said. You were establishing a rapport with him to gain his trust. You did the right thing. Believe me, it wasn’t you. There is nothing either of us could have said that would have gotten a different result.” When he sees that you are still wary he shifts in his seat to face you more directly. “As a future member of my team, you have my trust. You handled yourself very impressively today. You’re going to make a very fine addition to the BAU.”

His words ease your anxious mind as you nod quietly. Soon after Hotchner is pulling back out onto the street to take you both back to the police precinct. After a minute of silence he glances over at you.

“So ... are you still sure you want to do this?” The question catches you off-guard but it takes you no time at all to answer.

“More than anything.” This time you do catch the faint smile that crosses his lips which causes you to give a small smile in return.

“Good.” Is all he says for the rest of the ride back to the precinct.

The day is over much more quickly than you had hoped for. When you step back into the police building you make a beeline for the chief’s office, remembering his request that you find him again at the end of the day. You return your temporary ID and he fills out a form for your professor to verify your activity for the day. Once the formalities are over he bids you a good evening and shows you back out to the main workspace. The team all gather briefly to say their goodbyes as well. You thank Gideon profusely for allowing you to join them before shaking hands with the rest of the team members. As you make your way to the exit you see Hotchner standing near the main doors.

“Thank you so much for letting me tag along today. I really learned a lot.” As you say this you extend your hand which he quickly takes.

“Absolutely. It was a pleasure working with you and I look forward to seeing you again in a few years. In the meantime, here’s my card.” He reaches into his inside jacket pocket and pulls out his business card which he hands to you. “If you ever need anything, feel free to give me a call.” Tucking the card safely into your pocket you thank him with a smile before heading out the main doors to your car.

Once inside you pull the card out of your pocket and sit for a minute, staring at it. Unable to control yourself you let a giddy smile paint your face. After the day you had, a year has never seemed longer. The anticipation of your future at the BAU looms over you but rather than filling you with nerves it brings you hope and excitement for the things to come. Opening a small compartment on your dash, you tuck the business card away before heading home to get a good night’s sleep filled with wonderful dreams.

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drakenology · 3 years

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would you ever write abt hq boyfriend sending your nudes/videos of fuckin to a group chat -🐮

this- it’s wrong but so right at the same time. thank you nonnie.

Video Phone - ft. Miya Osamu, Nishinoya, Kuroo and Oikawa.

author’s note: ok like the way I had the perfect photo edited for this kind of hc. i had an idea like this but it rotted in the drafts heh. hope you like this!

warnings: smut, mentions of creampie, daddy kink, college aged bois, voyeurism?, male receiving oral, noya being a himbo, dirty talk, slight degradation

Osamu

would send them to the team for sure.

he likes showing you off.

like he highkey wants to do porn with you kssk so this is his way of uh.. getting your content out there

he’ll record everything.

sessions upon sessions saturate this man’s camera roll.

and why not share that with his friends? who is he to deny them the privilege of watching him fuck you into a dirty little cockslut?

you kinda like it so.. why not?

Osamu was feeling friskier than usual; which wasn’t a problem for you since the way that motherfucker looked at you with such unadulterated hunger was enough to wet your panties.

That ‘look’ got you riding his fat cock on the couch, Osamu’s hand holding his phone to record your sloppy cunt the other smacking your ass and fondling your tits.

You kinda knew he was going to send the footage to his entourage which was embarrassing at first. But you found yourself loving the lewd texts his friends send about you; the attention going straight to your pussy. Osamu noticed you liked being recorded when your cunt clenched whenever a camera was pointed at it.

“Ya like putting on a show for my teammates, don’t ya?” Osamu inquires, taking a thumb to toy with your swollen bud. You moan back at him, playing with your nipples and licking your lips as you bounced on his dick, feet planted into the couch. Osamu made sure to get that on film, the sight of you pinching at your nipples made him lose all sense of composure.

Poor boy had no other choice but to throw the phone off to the side to grab your hips and thrust upwards, your screams echoing through the living room. You drool as he praised your sopping wet pussy’s symphony, the sounds of your juices gushing all over his dick was the perfect touch to his latest addition.

“Mmm listen ta that baby, tape’s still goin’. Tell my friends how well I’m fucking ya, will ya? Scream f’me.”

Nishinoya

Yū loves taking pictures of you.

Naked or fully clothed.

He has about a million pictures of you; videos too.

Most of them were really lewd; your supple breasts or that sweet cunt he loves fucking.

even has a gnarly creampie video he revists when you’re not around to dump his load inside.

Tried to put them all in the hidden folder and-

Sent em by accident sksjjsj

looked up “how to unsend photos” a million times

no luck lmao.

Of course everyone saw it. Even Hinata was like “gah damn”.

But you told him you didn’t really mind. In fact it was kinda hot that his friends lusted after you.

ever since then yall have made fucking on camera a nice way to bond.

lol.

Nishinoya was embarrassed. Actually he was mortified. He had so much porn in his phone. This he knew. He was tired of directing people not to scroll when he showed someone pictures on his phone; knowing they were gonna get an eyeful of your dripping pussy clenching around his dick. So he decided to clean up his act and simply put all the personal porn in a hidden folder.

Maybe it was when you came into his room and kissed him on the cheek that made him fuck up. Either way, his whole team has seen you naked, spread out and getting absolutely wrecked about thirty different ways.

“Fuck sake, Noya. Didn’t wanna see your balls, man.”

“Shit, Y/N’s pretty sexy.”

“Y/N’s ass is pretty fat.”

“Omg her moans..”

“Woah woah woah! She’s MY girlfriend, don’t talk about her like that.... but ikr.”

You read the texts aloud as Nishinoya frantically tells the story of how it all went down for the third time just in case you didn’t already believe him. Poor boy was so worried you’d be mad. But you feel yourself get hot, the thought of one of his friends stroking their cocks to the sight of you all too intriguing.

So you convince him to record you sucking his dick. And what man would say no to that?

You take Nishinoya’s cock in your mouth, moaning around him as your eyes find the camera.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He huffs, so astounded he almost drops his phone. He loved it all; your drool covering his cock, the sounds of your gagging as you take him in the back of your throat, your enthusiastic moans. You blink at the camera as you completely swallow his dick whole, stuffing your mouth with his length as he groans filthy praise.

“S’ good baby. Fuck.” He moans, bucking his hips to fuck your mouth, balling some of your hair into a fist.

ahem.. yeah the groupchat got to see that one too.

Kuroo

Nasty mf likes sending these pics to the groupchat.

He takes the pics for the sole purpose of showing his friends how sexy you are, how well you take his cock.

He’s captain of the volleyball team; even in college he’s the coolest guy around.

Of course the captain had to have a beautiful cum dump girlfriend that the whole campus wants

He sends those videos and pictures because he knows you belong to him anways

why not let everyone know?

“Fuck, Tetsu!” You gripe, your insides coiling as Kuroo stroked your gummy walls from behind. He responds by gripping you by the hair, turning your face towards the camera for his potential viewers to see.

“Go on, baby. Let ‘em know who’s pussy this is.” He grunts, digging his thumbs into your hips as his cock pushed harshly against your spongiest spots.

You can’t say much of anything, his brutal thrusts muddling any words the came from your lips. Kuroo looks at the phone he has propped up against the lamp on his nightstand and smirks, his ego growing at the thought of his pathetic friends jerking off to you, knowing only be can have the real thing whenever the fuck he wants. He puffs out his chest, smacking your ass as you sob out his name.

“Yeah, baby. Tell ‘em who you belong to.”

Oikawa

also sent them by accident

but it was a happy accident to say the least

even though it was embarrassing at first, oikawa liked the fact he got to flaunt you like a trophy

he coaxed you into letting him record you when you guys fucked; never really letting you know he was sending them to his friends from time to time.

all your unmentionables on display for his buddies to jack off to in their spare time while he gets to pounds you out every night

you’re pussy’s too good to keep all to himself right? it’d be unfair

smug bastard.

You were minding your own business, laying in bed playing animal crossing on your nintendo switch when Oikawa sat on his haunches next to you. He got the most devilish idea and the overwhelming need to fill your pussy full of his cum clouded his better judgement.

You lay there, unaware your boyfriend was plotting to fuck you senseless. He slides your shorts and panties off, grabbing his phone to start taking lewd photos of your now naked cunt.

“Show the camera your pretty pussy, princess.” He coos, rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb. You bite your lip, still trying to play your game as slick starts to gather at your core, legs involuntarily spreading.

“Look at that delicious cunt.” His slender fingers eventually make their way inside you, the digits hooking to steer your attention away. You yelp, dropping your switch onto your chest as he pulls your hips towards the edge of the bed. He switched his phone to “video” and pressed record, taking out his gorgeous dick to tease it along your folds.

“Uhhn, Torū!” You groan, craning your neck to hide the lewd look on your face away from his phone.

“You want me to fuck you on camera, don’t you baby?” He asks sliding his length inside you. Without any time to adjust to his size, he’s pumping like mad, his hand holding one of your legs open to make sure he got every angle of your slutty cunt taking his dick.

“Shit, look how you’re squeezing me , baby. So fuckin tight for daddy aren’t you? Taking me so well.”

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #segsmail 🌈#fack!

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reidgraygubler · 3 years

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pretty little treat (hotchniss/reader)

title: pretty little treat

Requested: no

Couple: Emily Prentiss/Fem!Reader/Aaron Hotchner

Category: SMUT

Content Warning: Sexual Content (daddy kink, lots of praise, lots of degradation, threesome (F/F/M), fingering, oral (fem), multiple orgasms, hair pulling, groping, heavy petting, teasing, hair pulling, penetrive/safe sex, implied condom use, D/s & BDSM themes, orgasm denial (1 instance), slight humiliation, fem masturbation, handjob), dirty thoughts, dirty talk, Dom!Emily, Dom!Aaron, swearing, Bi!Reader & Bi!Emily, kissing/making out, brief aftercare (consists of cuddling and praise), mentions of canon-consistent trauma (hotch’s injuries w/ foyet, emily’s injuries w/ ian doyle)

Word Count: 7,433

Summary: Emily brings home a little treat for her girlfriend.

A/N: in my rewatch I got to demonology and I suddenly wanted to write prentiss/reader/hotch smut. Thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins , @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff , and @reidetic for helping me come up with a few ideas and a few other nitty-gritty things. Please, this is just pure smut that i probably had way too much fun writing. I also… binged dharma and greg while i wrote this… so this is totally domestic!hotch too o.o ALSO thank you to @princessmooshie and @newportonmymind for beta-reading this for me! I totally appreciate you! ANYWAY, thank you all so, so much for all the love and support! I seriously hope you enjoy reading this! check out my masterlist!

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“I finished early. So I’m gonna go home.” I looked down at Emily as I wrapped my arms around her neck. She looked away from her file and turned her head to face me.

“Okay, text me when you get home,” she whispered before pressing her lips to mine. I hummed as I leaned into her display of affection. “I have a present for you too. But you won’t get it till I get home… So don’t try looking for it.” She smiled before poking my nose. I wrinkled my nose before kissing her again.

“Fine. I’ll see you in a bit,” I whispered as I looked at her with a soft smile. “Goodbye, BAU Family. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I stood up and looked at all the team members with a smile.

“Have a nice night,” Aaron said as he looked at me and nodded. I smiled at him and returned the nod. I stared at him for a moment longer. I hoped it wasn’t too obvious because I didn’t mean to stare at him. It just happened. My lower lip was pulled between my teeth as my thoughts suddenly ran wild. I was just happy no one noticed, other than Emily. She totally noticed.

“Right,” clearing my throat as I spoke, “Bye guys.” I looked back at Emily before finally leaving. I kept my head low as I walked, and when I stepped on to the elevator, I noticed the way Emily was staring at me. I couldn’t tell if it was a good stare or a bad stare. I wouldn’t be surprised if I get a talking to later about that.

When I finally got to my car, I pulled my phone from my bag and looked at all the missed messages and notifications from the day. All the texts I had meant nothing to me the second I saw Emily’s name show up at the top of my screen with a new, unread messages. Swallowing roughly, I tapped the notification and read the text.

Emily>Me: Dirty girl… I saw the way you were staring at Hotch… Dirty… Dirty… Girl…

I stared at the text with wide eyes and my breathing growing shallow. Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK. I am so fucked. She’s going to come home, drag me to bed and fuck me over. I couldn’t tell if I was scared or excited, but the way my thighs pressed together told me I was more excited than scared.

I chucked my phone back into my bag before starting my car. My hands were clenched around the steering wheel, my knuckles blanching from the tightness. Tapping the radio on and turning it up so loud to drown out my thoughts.

But the loud classic rock, metal, jazzy blues, or any genre didn’t help me at all. I was still in my head thinking. And, they weren’t about Emily either. They were about Aaron.

The thought of sitting on Aaron’s lap, wearing nothing but his shirt. His lips on mine before trailing over my jaw and down my neck. One hand resting on my chest. While the other was resting high on my legs, his thumb brushing against my bare thigh. It was only a matter of moments before his fingers were against m- “Fuck,” I whispered before shaking my head.

I had to pull over on the side of the road for a minute because I was starting to get distracted. And, if I wanted to get home safely, I had to stop for a minute. My head had to be clear of that. Hopefully Emily wouldn’t be home before me. I think she’d rather me be safe and show up at home later, rather than find out I got horny and in a wreck.

After a few minutes of just sitting on the side of the highway with loud music playing, while I thought about one of the grossest cases I could think of, I was finally ready to continue driving.

My fingers tapped the top of the steering wheel, while I muttered the words to whatever song was playing over the radio.

When I finally got home, I took a quick, and very cold shower. My thoughts were slowly becoming normal as I read over an old case file. I guess the focus on all the blood, guts, and gore help me out. It was still hard though.

I was home alone for maybe 45 minutes, tops. Just long enough to make me be alone with my thoughts. Maybe the shower, old case, and loud music didn’t help as much as I wanted.

I could hear the lock on the front door click to be unlocked, and the door opening. My body froze with anticipation.

“I’m home! Hope you didn’t go poking around for that little present,” Emily called from the front room. I cleared my throat slightly before speaking.

“Thank god!” I shouted from my spot on the chair. I kept my eyes on file in hand as I waited for Emily to enter the room. “Longest hour of my life…” I tried to let my tone be desperate. But I don’t think I had to try very hard. She just had to know what I wanted, without me actually saying it. I closed the file when she finally stepped into the living room.

“Sorry I kept you waiting, Kitten, I know how needy and impatient you are,” Emily spoke as she smiled at me, “Especially when you’re waiting for me.” I smiled as I stared at her for a moment. Though my smile was quick to melt away as someone stepped around her and entered the living room.

Aaron stood beside Emily, a slightly smug smile on his lips. His arms were folded over his chest as he stared back at me. I stared at him, my lips parted slightly. The feeling of shock and excitement grew in my chest, and I remembered the thoughts I had on the way home.

“Oh, h-hi, Aaron.” I looked at him with a nervous smile on my lips. I shifted in my seat as the pair walked in my direction.

“I hope you don’t mind that I brought Aaron over. I needed his help with something.” Emily smiled as she stood behind me. I swallowed roughly as Aaron stood beside me. It was hard not to shift in my seat. A familiar… feeling growing in the pit of my stomach.

Something told me Emily didn’t need help with anything. And there’s something else to this. Why else would Aaron be here? I wouldn’t know. They’re always secretive at work. So I wouldn’t expect anything different here.

“What’s this about? Really?” I finally spoke after a long moment of silence. I looked up at Aaron as he stood beside me, his hand delicately cupping my cheek. He was looking back down at me with a certain softness in his eyes. It was weird seeing him be so… gentle. I was so used to seeing him as a hardass at the office. But here, now? I was at a loss for words. I was so lost in the way he held and caressed my face. I’m not gonna lie, forgot about Emily for half a second.

“Well, kitten, you wanted me to be nicer,” Emily started as she stood behind me. I was honestly too involved with how Aaron was looking at me and touching to actually pay attention to Emily. “But... I’m afraid I can’t do that,” she continued before she placed her hand on my chin, forcing me to look up at her. I took a deep shaky breath as my attention was now on her. “So, I brought someone who could help with that. A pretty little treat.” Her tone was deep and rough as she spoke. I swallowed roughly as we stared at each other. I could feel my heart begin to race, and my breathing pick up with each breath I took. At this point it was impossible to keep my excitement at bay.

“Emily,” Aaron cut in, forcing me to look over at him. Emily kept her eyes on me. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see a smirk growing on her lips. “Be careful with her.” He looked up at Emily with a stern expression on his face. There was the Aaron Hotchner I was so used to seeing.

“What? She likes it when I’m rough with her. Don’t you, Kitten?” Emily asked as she looked down at me with a sarcastic smile. Suddenly I couldn’t take my eyes off Emily. I mean, of course, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was my world, and I was hers. I’d move Heaven and Earth for her if she asked.

“Y-yes, Ma’am,” my voice was thready as I kept my eyes on her. That was when I noticed a wandering hand going down my chest and towards the hem of my shirt. And then I remembered, we had a guest.

“Well, maybe this one time she doesn’t want to be manhandled,” Aaron spoke softly as he slipped his hand under my shirt. My breathing grew ragged as I looked over at him. My eyes were wide as I stared at him. "Isn't that right, Princess?" he asked as he rested his hand over my bra.

“Please,” I whimpered, not taking my eyes off him. I ignored Emily as she stood above me, taking in what was happening between her girlfriend and her superior. Part of me thought she liked it. But, I know Emily well enough to know that she doesn't like it when people play with things that belong to her.

Aaron’s smile grew soft as his fingers finally touched the soft tissue of my breast. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief and let my eyelids flutter shut. He was doing a great job for a minute there. My legs pressing together the longer he went on.

That was until there was a sudden absence under my shirt. My eyes snapped open and I instantly looked at Emily. She looked down at me, a wicked grin on her lips.

“What… What was that for?” I whispered, staring at her. She smiled at me before looking up at Aaron. I glanced at Aaron and noticed he was looking back at her with the same smile as Emily. I didn’t appreciate the way they were silently having a conversation with each other with their eyes. They did that a lot too, especially at the office.

I’m not sure what I was expecting them to do…. But I wasn’t expecting them to kiss. My mouth fell agape and my eyes widened more than before. I almost jumped out of my seat to protest, but Emily was quick to rest a hand on my shoulder to keep me in my place. I struggled watching them. Emily’s hand pressed on his chest before pushing it over his chest, then up over his shoulder under his jacket.

“Emily,” I whined, watching her finally push his jacket over his shoulders, but not yet off his frame. I stared at them as I grew increasingly impatient. “This isn’t fair,” I cried before I bit my lips together. It was getting impossible to not get frustrated at that moment. Watching two people, who I wanted to ruin me, kiss right there in front of me was so hard. They both knew that too. It was her form of tourture to me. Punishment for how I stared at Aaron before I left the BAU.

Of course, Emily knew any thought I had. She read my mind back at the office, when I was staring at Aaron the way I was. She probably knew that I had more thoughts while I was driving home. It was also probably why she brought specifically Aaron over. This was killing me.

The pair parted before they lowered to the ground on either side of me. My body instantly turned towards Emily, someone who I was familiar with in an intimate setting. She seemed happy with my action too. I just hoped Aaron wasn't upset.

"This night's about you, Kitten," Emily whispered as she carefully ran her fingers through my hair. I hummed happily as I leaned closer to her. Our faces were inches apart, and all I wanted to do was kiss her. I wanted to kiss her the way Aaron kissed her moments ago.

At that moment, I wanted her to do whatever to me. I was so used to it being that way. Some nights I was used for her own gratification. Other nights she would give me what I wanted, but not till she had her way with me. It was about me. But that was why Aaron was here.

"Please, Em," I whispered as I lifted a hand to her face. She smiled as I cautiously pulled her face closer to mine, our lips connecting. Again, I wasn't used to her gentleness. Although I could tell she wanted to take me right then and there. She was struggling to hold herself back. Part of me wanted her to just go for it. To take me then and there, and to let Aaron watch.

Emily hummed as she opened her mouth and further deepened the kiss. At the moment I couldn't get enough of her. My body wanting to move closer to hers. I was already willing to let her play with me.

A breath of air got caught in my throat as a hand appeared on my shoulder. I slowly moved away from Emily and looked over my shoulder at Aaron. He was waiting patiently.

I glanced at Emily, making sure it was okay before I went for him. She smiled softly and nodded. I looked back at Aaron, turning my body more to face him. I leaned into his touch the closer I got to him.

"You have to use your words, Kitten. Tell Aaron what you want," Emily whispered as she sat behind me on the chair. Her hands slowly ran up and down my back, almost causing me to forget what I was doing.

"K-kiss me… please," I whispered, trying hard to not sound too nervous. I took a deep breath as I looked up at Aaron. He looked at me before placing his hands on either side of my face.

The wind was knocked from my lungs the second his lips touched mine. My hands found their way to his tie, pulling him closer to me. His face moved with me, the light stubble he had left the slightest burn across my skin. My hands moved from his tie to his shoulders, just barely pushing off his jacket.

I was so lost in him that I forgot where I was and who was with me. I couldn’t stop the soft moan that came from me, but Aaron seemed pleasantly surprised with my reaction. A smile grew on his lips as he kept them against mine.

Then my world came to a screeching halt when Emily pulled my hair back so I was away from Aaron, and instead looking up at her. My eyes were wide as we stared at each other for a long time before either of us said anything.

"Why don't you go get ready in our bedroom for Aaron and I? We'll be in shortly, okay?" She asked as she lowered down to me. The grip she had on my hair loosened slightly. I nodded as I swallowed roughly. I knew before she even opened her mouth that I was to use my words.

"Yes, Ma'am." I nodded before stumbling to my feet. I turned and looked down at the two. The way they both looked at me gave me butterflies.

I watched as Aaron fixed his jacket, readjusting it so it was back on him. Two shades of lipstick were smeared on and around his lips. A light pink blush grew like wildfire across his cheeks.

I stared at the two for a moment longer before dropping my gaze and turning away. My feet quickly moved, bringing me to the bedroom. I tried to be even quicker when I got ready. Redoing my makeup, changing into something more… appealing. I wanted this moment to be perfect. Thank god I had showered when I got home.

When I was good, and sure, that I was ready, I sat on the dead center of the bed. My fingers anxiously pulling at the bedding beneath me. I wondered what they were talking about. Emily was probably setting down the ground rules of what would happen in the bedroom and with me. This is the first time we’ve ever done something like this. I just hope she would give a little leeway for both Aaron and I. Surely she would…

I jumped slightly and looked towards the door when it clicked open. Emily was the first to step in, coming right up to the bed. She very slowly undressed, keeping her eyes on mine while doing so. I smiled as my eyes trailed down her body. Even with her imperfections, she was still perfect to me. I didn’t even see the old scars she got from Ian Doyle, I just saw her.

I swallowed roughly, watching her crawl on the bed. She placed her hand on my shoulder, pushing me back so I was lying down. Her body hovered over mine, her arms on either side of my body. I just knew Aaron was standing behind her, watching the scene unfold.

“Now, I know I said tonight was about you, Kitten… But you still have to be my good girl and follow our rules,” her voice was low, and she had a sly smile on her lips, “Are you going to be a good girl for Aaron and I?” she asked, keeping her voice low as she looked at me. I stared up at her, suddenly feeling dizzy as she rested her hand on my face. I nodded slightly as she moved down my body. She halted her movement as she got right to the waistband of my underwear.

“You have to use your words, Kitten, you know that.” She smiled as she tilted her head to the side. I swallowed roughly as she snapped my waistband against my skin. I almost couldn’t breath as she finally slipped her hand in my panties. “Are you going to be a good girl,” she asked again as she dragged a finger up my folds.

“Y-yeah. Y-y-yes,” my voice was shaky as I spoke.

“Yes what?” Emily asked as she moved her finger around my clit. I took a deep shaky breath and nodded.

“Yes, I can be a good… A good girl for you… an-and Aaron,” I whimpered. Emily smiled again before pressing her lips to mine. Her movements between my legs moved faster as time went on.

“That’s my good girl. Aaron already knows our safe word, and knows the rules… If you’re extra good, maybe Aaron will come back.” She pressed her lips to mine when she was done talking.

A moan fell from my mouth and into hers as she slipped two fingers into my entrance. She smiled before pressing her lips down my neck and chest.

“Aaron, are you undressed yet?” Emily spoke against my skin. My lungs constricted and felt like they were on fire the longer she touched me. Her free hand lightly touched across my chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Emily,” I whimpered, my hands instantly gripping the bedding beside me. I could feel my chest tighten the deeper the breath I took. It was so hard not to make any whimpers or cries as she continued her ministrations.

The bed dipped beside me, causing me to open my eyes and look in that direction. Aaron was sitting beside me, sitting in just his boxers. He looked down at me, a soft smile on his lips.

“Hi there, Princess,” he whispered as he brought a hand to rest gently on my face. I bit my lips hard as I stared at him.

“Oh, so now you’re his Princess,” Emily spoke before Aaron could say anything else. I looked up at her with a mild fear in my eyes. She smiled before quickening her movements. “You know what you are, Kitten,” her voice was low, a hiss.

“N-n-” I was briefly cut off by a soft moan, my eyes fluttering shut and lips falling open slightly. The familiar tightness of the foreseeable end grew in my stomach. As the seconds ticked by, it got harder to be quiet.

“You’re a slut. A dirty, rotten, little slut,” she spoke her words harshly. I gasped as I looked up at her.

“No, no you’re not.” It was Aaron’s turn to talk, causing me to look up at him. His eyes were still on me, and his hand slowly moved back down my body. His hand was back where it was earlier, under my bra and over my breast. “No, you’re perfect, Princess. And you’re doing so good. I bet you feel so good right now,” he whispered as he lowered closer to my face. His face was inches from mine. I could feel his breath fan out across my skin. I just wanted his lips against mine, it was right there.

“I wouldn’t believe anything he says, Princess,” Emily mocked and scowled when Aaron and I were moments away from kissing. I swallowed roughly before moaning. “He’s just saying that because he can’t feel how wet you are. Soaked even.” She looked over at Aaron with a smirk. He looked away from me and up at Emily. I watched as he clenched his jaw as he stared at her.

“Em… Em, I’m so close… S’close...” I slurred as I clenched my muscles around her fingers. She looked back down at me with a smug smirk before she pulled her hand from between my legs. “Emily!” I whined feeling the tightness in my stomach slowly melt away.

“Not yet, Princess,” she mockingly whispered before lowering down to my lips, “Not yet,” she murmured against me before sitting up away from me. I looked at her with annoyance on my face. She looked over at Aaron with a smug smile before nodding at me.

“This is… This is torture!” I shouted as I propped myself up on my elbows. She moved from between my legs so she was straddling over my stomach. Her eyes were still on Aaron, I wished so desperately that she would look at me. She firmly pressed her hand to the center of my chest. Her other hand was lightly against my face. My heart picked up it’s pace as I stared at her, it was so hard to breathe with how she looked at me.

“You spoiled, little, brat,” Emily hissed as she squished my cheeks together. I wrinkled my nose as I stared at her. I could feel my chest lift with each breath as I stared at her. The smirk she wore on her lips made me dizzy.

“Just think about how much I’ll spoil you,” Aaron then cut in, forcing me to look over at him. Emily’s hand was still holding my face as I struggled to look over at him. “Because that’s all I want to do,” he cooed before lifting his hand to Emily’s. He glanced at Emily before gently pulling her hand off my face. “I’ll spoil you so much. You won’t even know what to do with yourself, Princess,” he whispered as he looked back down at me. He kept his eyes on me as he carefully brought a hand down my stomach to my underwear.

“Aaron,” Emily warned as she looked over at him.

“Do it,” I whispered as I stared at him. He looked between me and Emily for a moment before slipping his hand into my underwear. If Emily really didn’t want him to do this, she would have stopped him before he even touched my stomach.

I gasped lightly once his hand met my center. My back arched the slightest bit as his finger started to slowly move against me. My head fell back against the pillow as I looked up at him.

My hand went up to his head, my fingers getting lost in his hair, as I pulled him down to me. Our lips connected, and it was harsher than before. I wondered what Emily thought while she watched her superior kiss and finger her girlfriend.

I just assumed she was annoyed that someone other than her was making me feel this way. That was until I heard her soft moans come from above me. I don’t think I’ve moved away from someone so fast. I moved away from Aaron to see Emily looking down at me, with her hand down the front of her panties. I took a deep breath as I stared at her. Great, now I was the jealous one.

“Mhm mmm, nope. You get Aaron.” Emily smiled at me as she watched my facial expression change.

“Please, please,” I half whined-half moaned. My head fell back against the pillow, and my mouth opened a little bit. It was so hard to stay quiet the closer I got to finishing.

Aaron’s hand appeared back on my face as he guided me to look at him. That was when Emily rolled off my body and laid beside me on the bed.

“You’re doing such a good job, Princess,” Aaron whispered as he pressed his lips to the side of my head. I took a shaky breath as he looked back at me before pressing his lips to mine. He seemed to eat up the moan that came from me.

“A little too nosy for me, Princess,” Emily mocked, causing me to look over at her. I could tell she was getting closer, and would probably finish before me, because that’s always what happened. It was one of our rules. “Fuck,” she moaned as she dropped her head back. I took a deep breath as I looked up at Aaron.

“Please, Aaron,” I stared at him as I bit hard on my lower lip. He looked over at Emily, looking to see if it was alright. I struggled to stay still the louder she was beside me. “No, no it’s up to-fuck… you… Please.” I could feel my hands grip the sheets hard. I wondered if I wasn’t holding the bedding if my palms would have bleed.

“It’s okay. You can do it. Cum for me, Princess,” Aaron whispered as he pushed my hair away from my face. I stared at him, watching him nod to reassure me. His hand fell from my face and landed on my breast. I cried out as my body shook.

Emily’s hands were back on me when she finished. Her hands moved quickly over my body as she pressed her lips to the side of my face and down my neck. My mind was going fuzzy the longer they both touched me.

“Mm, Daddy,” I moaned as my back arched slightly. I looked up at Emily. She looked back at me with a smile before pressing her lips to mine, making me feel really good. The overall feeling was caused because of the two people near me. But also because I was so close to finishing.

“You like that,” Aaron asked, his voice low as he spoke. His lips were still pressed against my neck while his hands still worked between my legs. I looked at Emily, and she looked back at me with an amused smirk on her lips. I really didn’t have the heart to tell him.

“I… I was talking to… to Emily,” I whispered as I looked over at him. He moved away from my neck. Emily looked around me, causing me to look back at her. Her amused smile grew smug as she looked at him. Aaron slowed his movements, forcing me to look over at him. Emily went back to letting her hands roam my body. I could feel her move one hand towards Aaron’s, helping him back to the pace he was at before.

“But… But I can call you daddy too if you want,” I whimpered as I stared at him. Aaron laughed and shook his head.

“That’s okay, Princess,” he whispered before returning his lips back to mine. A lengthy moan came from me as I finally reached my high. Emily kept her hand, and Aaron’s, between my legs for a moment as they helped me come down from my high.

“Hips up, Kitten,” Emily whispered as she moved back between my legs. I looked up at her before carefully lifting my hips off the bed. She smiled at me before hooking her fingers on my underwear and pulled them off my hips and legs. “Good girl,” she cooed as she tossed my panties towards Aaron. I glanced over at him watching as he held my underwear in one hand.

“Kitten,” Emily spoke again, causing me to look at her. She smiled before leaning closer to me. Her lips were close to mine, and I wanted so badly to just kiss her. “You’re gonna stroke Aaron’s cock while I eat you out, you understand,” she mused while her hand cupped my face. I huffed a deep breath and nodded, possibly a little too excitedly.

“Yes, ma’am. I understand,” I whispered before going to kiss her. She moved away from me before I could connect our lips. The smile she wore on her lips drove me crazy. I just wanted her.

“Is that alright with you, Aaron,” Emily asked, her fingers running up and down my inner thigh. My legs tensed up and I could feel goosebumps across my skin.

Aaron sat up more beside me, looking at Emily with a smirk before looking down at me. I stared up and between the two of them, waiting for the next activity of the night to happen.

“I think it’s more than alright, Emily.” Aaron smiled down at me as he carefully touched my face. My breathing stuttered in my chest as he cupped my chin. His thumb brushed my lower lip, pulling it down to my chin slightly. My mouth fell open slightly and my tongue stuck out. Aaron smiled before carefully pressing his thumb in the center on my mouth. My lips closed around it. I moved my tongue around his thumb and kept my eyes on his.

And then my eyes snapped shut and a soft moan got caught in my throat. Emily’s mouth attached to my pussy. Her tongue lapping at the previous mess her and Aaron had caused moments ago. It was so hard to even focus on one thing, that I had forgotten what she wanted for Aaron.

I opened my eyes and looked back at him. A small smile grew across his lips before he kissed mine. A deep breath escaped my nostrils and my eyes lightly closed. I carefully, and slowly, moved my hand across his stomach, and towards his boxers. My hand slipped under his waistband and my fingers wrapped around his cock.

“Shit,” Aaron breathed against my lips. I struggled to smile as I carefully moved my hand up and down his length. My other hand went up to his head, gently pulling his hair. This time it was Aaron’s turn to try and be quiet. But thank God he was struggling. All the sounds he made were… Heavenly.

He was so painfully hard. I felt bad it took so long for him to be touched like this. But it was worth it. Emily must have loved all the desperate sounds that were coming from Aaron and me.

I tried to keep my pace quick, but it was so hard the closer I got. I could feel his face falter against mine the lazier my movements went. It was so hard to keep my attention on anything as Emily got more enthusiastic with her actions. I, really, honestly didn’t care that I was getting lazy with Aaron. And I don’t think he did either.

A small whimper came from me, and my hand stopped moving. My free hand moved from Aaron’s head and down towards the back of Emily’s. My fingers got tangled in her hair. It was even worse, or better, when Emily hummed and sent vibrations through my body.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cried out against his lips. I bit hard on my lower lip as the hand around Aaron’s cock slowed to a stop, and came. It was hard to stay quiet, not that either of them would care. Frankly, I think they rather enjoyed it, especially Aaron.

“Emily, Emily, please,” I cried when she didn’t let up and move away from me. My body squirming away from her, but failing when she placed an arm over my hips to keep me in place. Aaron kept busy by kissing my face and down my chest.

All I could do was breathe, or try to breathe. I thought everything was too much before. But this… This was too much. Once Aaron started nipping at my skin, I couldn’t even breathe. My eyes just stayed glued shut, while my body squirmed.

“Emily,” I whined, trying to lift her arm off me. She hummed, again, instead of moving away from me. It was driving me crazy! I couldn’t even do anything other than just be there, and well, enjoy myself. I don’t know why I was complaining. I was basically in heaven. Two people I… I loved were here… Worshiping me, and loving on me, and making me feel really fucking good. And I was starting to complain. It was just starting to become too much. They were good complaints… even though that’s an oxymoron.

“Come on, Princess. You’re doing such a good job.” Aaron whispered as he gently moved his hands around my body. My body shook slightly and my vision blurred white, and I finished again for the third time.

Emily came up from my legs and looked down at me. I stared at her as my body fell limp against the bed and close to Aaron. She smiled for a moment before pressing her lips to mine. I hummed and couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

“I’ll be right back. Aaron,” Emily started as she looked between Aaron and I. She looked right at Aaron before leaning closer to him. “Go easy on her,” she whispered before pressing her lips to his. She climbed off the bed and grabbed her robe, slipping it on before leaving the room. I looked up at Aaron just as he looked down at me.

“W-what is she doing?” I stared at him as he moved so he was over me. My legs fell open to accommodate the space of him. But he didn’t yet answer my question. Which I was happy for because I got otherwise distracted.

My eyes trailed up and down his body, getting distracted as they landed on long bumps across his abdomen. I couldn’t help but lift my hand to trace my fingers over the old, healed wounds. They were jagged and ridgedy, like the person who put them there intended to kill him.

I almost asked what the scars were from. But then I remembered what had happened. I tried to not to feel bad, but it was hard. I did the same thing to Emily the first time we had sex. They’re things I don’t think about very often…

Aaron rested his hand over mine, forcing me to look up at him. He had a soft, yet sad, smile on his lips. He pressed his hand against mine, pressing both of them to his stomach. His semi-toned stomach was warm against the palm of my hand.

“Sorry,” I looked up at him, my eyes scanning across his face. Aaron furrowed his eyebrows before shaking his head. He was careful as he lowered his face back to mine, his lips reconnecting to me. It was so weird to me how soft and gentle he was with his kiss.

“Don’t be sorry,” Aaron whispered as he kept his hand on mine. I looked up at him, enjoying the way he looked back at me. There was a certain appreciation in his eyes that made me happy.

"Where'd Emily go?" I whispered as I kept my eyes on him. He stayed quiet as he looked at me, his silence giving me a clue as to what could happen. In fact, it was telling me what was going to happen. “She’s okay with it?” My voice softened as I spoke.

“She knows. We talked about it. We don’t have to do-”

“No, no I know. I mean, Aaron we made it this far. I want this.” I swallowed roughly after I spoke. Aaron smiled softly before removing his hand from mine and brought it to my face. I smiled as he lowered to my face.

For a brief moment, he moved away from me to take his boxers off. Thank God I wasn’t dead tired yet because this is the best night of my entire life and I didn’t want it to end now. Maybe after he fucked me.

Once he was back on the bed, his lips reconnected with mine. My arms wrapped around his neck, and my hands rested on his back shoulder muscles. Aaron’s arms wrapped around my lower body, holding me up to his body.

“Ready,” his voice was low and gruff as he spoke. I swallowed roughly and nodded. My face was pressed into the nape of his neck. I took a deep breath when the head of his cock pressed against the entrance of my sex.

“Oh,” I whined as he slowly moved so our hips were together. My lungs tightened as he quickly, and gently, bottomed out. We both stayed still for a moment, adjusting to each other.

I carefully wrapped my legs around his waist, and held him against my body. Aaron carefully moved his hips, making me squirm beneath him. His lips stayed on my face, moving along my jaw, over my cheeks, before moving around my neck. I swallowed back the moan as my nails dragged down his back.

Aaron’s pace was slow and steady. He wasn’t painfully slow, because he knew I’d get overstimulated, and I knew he didn’t have very long.

“Please, please,” I cried, my voice whiny as my body tensed. Aaron moved his head away from my neck and looked down at me. Even though his eyes were blown and fueled by lust, there was the sweetest look in them.

“What do you want, Princess? Tell me what you want.” He whispered as he brought a hand to cup my face. My chest heaved with each breath I took. And I jerked my hips to meet his.

“Kiss me,” I whimpered as I stared back at him. Aaron smiled before pressing his lips back to mine. I hummed as I moved a hand to the back of his head.

My whole body tensed just as Aaron’s pace grew sloppy. I knew he was getting close. The room filled with our noises and the sounds of skin hitting skin. Through groans and grunts, Aaron whispered soft things to me.

“You’re doing so… So good, Princess.” He moaned into my ear. I whimpered and nodded slightly.

I couldn’t stop myself from crying out as a familiar feeling grew in my stomach. I wasn’t exactly sure if the familiar feeling was my own oragasm, or Aaron’s. But it felt really good. Aaron’s head dropped to the bed beneath me as he groaned.

I finally took a deep breath for the first time tonight. It was such a deep breath of air that my lungs felt like they were on fire. Although my head was mildly dizzy, it felt equally as clear.

Aaron nearly had to pry my body off his to kneel away from me. I almost didn’t let him. Even though he was literally in me, I still needed someone’s touch on my body.

He fell to the bed beside me. He readjusted so a blanket was over us. I let out a deep sigh as his arms were back around me, pulling me closer to his body. We both turned to face each other, and he pressed his forehead to mine. I really appreciated that he just knew that I wanted to be held and close to another person. I hated that I was so clingy after sex… It’s Emily’s fault, honestly.

“Did you have a good time,” Aaron asked as he kept his voice low. His lips still centimeters away from mine. Our foreheads remained pressed together. And I swear I could just stay in his arms for an eternity. Emily would kill me though if she knew that.

“Yeah, that was a lot of fun. Thank you, Aaron.” I slightly opened my eyes and looked at him. He breathed out a laugh and nodded.

“You’re welcome, Princess.” Aaron smiled before pressing his lips to mine. It didn’t feel like a long time that we were like that, but our moment was cut short by the clearing of someone’s throat.

I peeled away from Aaron first and looked over my shoulder to see Emily. She stood on her side of the bed, looking down at Aaron and I. She had three bottles of water and a couple granola bars in her hands. The way she looked down at us with a joyful look in her eyes. How long had she been standing there watching us?

“Wow, didn’t know you’d replace me that quick.” She smiled at us as she placed the water and snacks on her nightstand. I furrowed my eyebrows as I moved away from Aaron.

“You were the one who left me,” I scoffed as she sat beside me. Emily smiled before pressing her lips gently to mine. “Thank you,” I whispered against her lips.

“Anything for you, Kitten,” she smiled before pressing her lips to mine again, “Now, drink up. You did a lot of strenuous activity. I don’t want you getting any cramps. You too, Aaron,” Emily grabbed two bottles of water and handed them over to Aaron and me. I grumbled quietly as I cracked the lid off my bottle.

“What was that, Kitten?” Emily watched as I sipped my water.

“Mmm, nothing. Thank you for the water, Emily.” I smiled as I held up the water bottle. Emily smirked at me and shook his head.

“That’s what I thought. Now, hurry up. I want to cuddle,” she sighed deeply as she looked between me and Aaron. I looked over at Aaron with a raised eyebrow.

“Jeez, didn’t know you could be so needy,” Aaron spoke into his water bottle. I tried not to sputter my water, but failed miserably.

“I swear to God, you two are children,” Emily scoffed and shook her head. I looked back at her with a smile.

“Yeah, but you love us… Well me anyway.” I went up to her to kiss her. She glared at me as she took my water bottle. I smiled as I shimmied down the bed, pulling the blanket over my body. Emily looked down at me before moving closer to me to cuddle.

My body instantly clung to Emily's. Her arms were wrapped around my body, holding me as close as she could. Aaron was quick to put his bottle down and wrap his arms around me. I could tell it would be a fight to the death for cuddles. I couldn’t stop the smug smile that grew across my lips.

"Can we do this more often?" I murmured into Emily's skin. She laughed and nodded.

"Of course we can. But I think that's a question for Aaron, Kitten," Emily spoke softly as her hand brushed down the back of my head. I hummed, not really wanting to turn to ask him. I could feel Aaron breathe out a laugh as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

I looked up at him, the smugness in my smile turning shy. Aaron looked down at me, his smile warm and friendly. I sighed deeply as I stared at him.

“Yes, Princess,” Aaron spoke as he lifted a hand to rest gently on my face. I wasn’t sure if he was answering my question or asking me. So I just stayed quiet. “We can do this as often as you’d like.”

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dysfunctionalcrab · 3 years

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babysitter

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

description: george is left to babysit your niece

warnings: mentions of a future family? just in case that makes you uncomfortable.

[y/n/n] - your nieces name

[y/s/n] - your siblings name (gender neutral too)

note: i’m not too sure about this imagine, please a like or reply if you actually enjoyed! - niss

you woke up to the sound of your alarm blasting your ear off, if you hadn’t turned it off right there you probably would have gone deaf.

george was sleeping like a baby beside you, you could hear his quiet snores. you were surprised he didn’t wake up to the sound of your ear-piercing alarm.

turning on your phone, you glanced at the time that read 12:30. you sighed in annoyance as you registered that you only had half an hour before you had to be on your way to university. so you got up and began your normal morning routine, brush your teeth, shower, have breakfast and finally get dressed. however, as you were packing your bag, almost ready to go, you received a notification from your [sibling]

[y/s/n]: we’re 5 minutes away!!!

[y/s/n]: thank you so much for agreeing to do this :)

fuck.

it completely slipped your mind. you had promised to take care of [y/n/n] for today, your 7 year old niece, while your [sibling] was at their job interview. regardless, you texted them a quick ‘no problem’ before rushing upstairs to wake up george.

he was still sleeping, but now he was completely hiding under the covers with one arm sticking out. you hated to interrupt his beauty sleep but this was more important. you began to shake him awake.

“babe,” you shook him

“wake up,”

“george,” you removed the covers off his face

“wake the fuck up!” you started poking his sides. usually, you would be a little less... harsh, but you were panicking.

finally the boy rose from his slumber, groaning and stretching all his limbs. he blinked a couple times before meeting your eyes

“good morning,” he said softly, as if he completely just disregarded your tone of desperation and worry.

you pulled him by his arm and he sat upright,

“you need to get up right now,” you told him

“what’s going on?” he questioned, clearly confused as you weren’t giving him any context

“you need to take care of [y/n/n] for today, i have classes today, and i need to leave in 5 minutes and [y/s/n] has a job interview and there’s nobody else to take care of her,” you rushed out all in once sentence.

“are you serious?” he narrowed his eyes at you. “you know how bad i am with kids, especially [y/n/n] , she hates me,”

that was partly true. unfortunately, your niece wasn’t exactly fond of george. ever since you even started dating,m, [y/n/n] acted cold towards your boyfriend, it only got worse when you moved in with him. she always refused to play a game if george was going to participate, or never accepted any high fives or hellos from him. you felt sympathy for george. this child despised him and now you were asking him to look after her.

“please, i’m begging you,” you looked at him with pleading eyes. his eyes softened up after recognising the urgency of the situation.

“fine,” he agreed. you sighed out of satisfaction that you didn’t have to stress out [y/s/n] over finding a new baby sitter.

“thank you so much,” you pressed a small kiss to his lips appreciatively.

right at that moment, you two heard the doorbell ring. you urged george to get ready as fast as he could while you went down stairs and greeted your [sibling] and your niece.

“auntie/uncle [y/n]!” [y/n/n] yelled as you opened the door, immediately rushing into your arms. she looked a lot taller than the last time you saw her

“how’s my favourite girl?” you picked her up and swung her, before placing a little kiss on her head

you gave your [sibling] a quick hug. they handed you a bag full of toys, teddies and colouring pens, along with a spare set of clothing just in case [y/n/n] got a little messy throughout the day. and some quick reminders about her favourite foods or how to get her stop crying. you’d looked after her before, so all of it was pretty familiar to you

“again, thank you so, so much, you have no idea how much you’re helping me.” they told you. your [sibling] gave [y/n/n] a kiss on the cheek and told her to be a ‘good and kind little girl’ before finally exiting the household.

george, at last, made his way down. wearing a decent pair of jeans and a hoodie, giving an awkward wave to [y/n/n]

you checked the time and knew you had to get going. you had to explain to her that uncle george was going to be the one looking after her today. and after one whole tantrum, you managed to convince her to be a good girl by promising to give her a big reward afterward.

finally, you kissed [y/n/n] and george a goodbye , then shut the front door behind you.

george and [y/n/n] stood opposite each other. there was an uncomfortable silence in the air. george felt so...he didn’t even know. what do you say to a child who hates you? [y/n/n] tightly clutched her bag of toys.

“so, [y/n/n],” george cleared his throat, he bent down to her level. “i hear you like toy story?”

[y/n/n] pouted “i don’t like you” she said, and stomped away.

george sighed. this was going to be a long day.

and it was.

it started off with [y/n/n] innocently using her colouring pens and drawing random things, you know, as children do. but when she ran out of paper, she made her way to your office, where all your uni work was. she grabbed the closest piece of paper that was sitting on your desk, deciding it was going to be the next canvas for her art. this paper just happened to be a very important assignment.

when george caught her in the act, he had to physically tear her away from your office, in defiance of all her kicking and screaming.

then, when george accidently left the door to your shared bedroom open. [y/n/n] waddled in without him noticing, she started playing with all of his devices. his computer, his microphone, and somehow she got a hold of his headphones, and took out the battery. george didn’t realise until he noticed the cover missing. he tried to ask her nicely where she threw the battery. but she insisted that she wasn’t going to give it back unless he stopped being ‘mean’

when lunch time rolled around, george put a pizza in the oven, he remembered clearly that [y/n/n] loved pizza, specifically pepperoni. nothing could go wrong here.

but when he called her to the kitchen so she could receive her lunch. she just stared blankly at the pizza, and then at him. she crossed her arms

“[y/n] usually makes a smiley face with the pepperoni”

george just felt all his will to live just disappear

coloured pens and toys were spread out all across the living room floor, [y/n/n] was sitting in front of the tv, george put on one of her favourite shows which thankfully distracted her for a bit, allowing him to relax. he pulled out his phone and texted you

to [y/n] <3 : help me please

to [y/n] <3: i cant take this anymore, i’m literally dying rn

to [y/n] <3: come home quick

he exhaled heavily, throwing his phone to the side. he was so exhausted.

[y/n/n] was roleplaying with her toys, making them move around and doing squeaky little voices. george smiled at the innocence

“purple bear doesn’t play with us anymore. princess giraffe, mr. george took her away from us,” she spoke in a high pitched voice

george’s ears perked up. how funny that she had a teddy named ‘mr. george’. curiously, he watched the little girl.

“koala george, is a meanie, he stole purple bear and now they don’t want to hang out with us!”

it didn’t take a genius to find out what [y/n/n] was displaying through her role playing teddies.

that was why she didn’t like george. before they got together, [y/n] mentioned they almost spent every weekend with [y/n/n], playing with her and having fun with her.

she felt abandoned by [y/n] and felt as if george had taken them away from her .

george felt at fault as he noticed the girls eyes started to water.

“does purple bear love us any more?” she continued to play.

george decided it was enough and he switched off the television. he joined [y/n/n] on the floor and grabbed the teddy that was supposedly ‘koala george’

“[y/n/n]” he spoke softly. the little girl looked up at him expectantly. he held up the teddy.

“is this supposed to be me?” he questioned her.

“that’s a koala bear,” she answered

“no-, [y/n/n],” he said. he thought about how to ask her, and just chose it was best to be flat out with the child,”

“did i steal auntie/uncle [y/n] away from you?”

the question took her by surprise. she gazed at him with big wide eyes. she thought about her answer and grabbed the purple bear, which was supposed to be you.

“they don’t play with me as much anymore, they’re always with you, because of you, they don’t love me anymore,” she pulled a face, it wasn’t angry, it wasn’t annoyed.

it was a genuinely sad face.

george was sure he physically felt a pang of guilt in his stomach. he never even comprehended the fact that a child could feel so rejected.

“listen... [y/n/n],” he said gently. he thought about his words. comforting someone wasn’t exactly his strongest point, particularly not a child who detested him “[y/n] will never stop loving you, okay? they love you very much, and i’m sorry you feel like i stole them ”

[y/n/n] continued to listen.

“but don’t forget that [y/n] has so much love to go around! look, they love you, and they love me, they love grandma and grandpa too! they will always love one another even if they can’t see each other often,”

[y/n/n] stayed silent. she fiddled with the purple teddy, folding its ears and patting its head. she loved that bear. it was actually gifted to her by you, when she was first born. she brought it to her chest and hugged it. george tried a different approach.

“listen, how about- this weekend, we can all go to the park together, and have a picnic. you, me, [y/n], and your parents too,”

she continued to just stay silent. george didn’t know what to expect, she was unpredictable, was she going to throw another hissy fit? or start to cry? he wasn’t sure

“can we also get ice cream?” she asked

george smiled and felt himself relax. thank god. “all the ice cream you want,” he told her

[y/n/n] stood up and giggled. like her whole entire mood did a whole fucking 180. “okay! let’s go play dress up now!”

———

7:45 pm. you finally arrived home. you were tired out of your mind. [y/s/n]’s interview was delayed by two hours and was currently half way back home, meaning you had enough time to spend with [y/n/n]

you unlocked the door, expecting to see a giant tsunami of toys and colouring pencils and pens, but what you saw was the most heart warming thing ever.

george was sleeping on the couch, his head resting on the armrest. he had a couple pink bows in his hair, his lips were painted a hot pink, he was wearing a couple sparky bracelets and a purple floral necklace.

in his lap, [y/n/n] rested her head, she was wearing a fairy costume with matching pink bows and sparkly bracelets.

you quickly snapped a photo of this wholesome moment. because, who wouldn’t? you spent a few minutes just watching the two sleep, they were probably just as tired as you.

moments like these made you really appreciate the people you had in your life. the people you love so dearly much.

you didn’t want to disrupt the ambience but you felt it was better for your [sibling] to collect your niece when she wasn’t covered in glitter and an overload of pink accessories.

you quietly woke george up,

“baby, wake up.” you shook him awake, gently. in a very different way than you did this morning. he opened his eyes. and immediately smiled upon seeing your face. you ran your thumb across his cheek

“it looks like you two had a lot of fun,” you teased.

he quietly chuckled. “she’s okay,” he told you. looking down at the little girl sleeping in his lap.

you slowly and carefully picked her up, removing any accessories you thought may seem uncomfortable to sleep in. she was a heavy sleeper.

you carried her upstairs, tucking her into you and george’s bed and placing a kiss upon her forehead. you turned back to george and rushed in for a bear hug

“thank you so much for doing that,” you said. “i love you so much, i know it probably wasn’t easy, she can be quite the handful,”

george chuckled. “handful is an understatement,”

“you’d better be willing to dress up like that with our own kids one day.” you stated, hugging him tighter.

his face broke out into a small smile, having thought of an image of you two playing with you future kids. he kissed top of your head and then your nose

“maybe one day”

———

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Dead Or Alive - Harry Styles

a/n: oof okay hello! this is a little different, i guess? but im very excited to share this with you! don’t ask me how i got the idea for this, no clue but it was stuck in my head for days before i finally gave in and started writing it. please share your thoughts and comments on it, i would love to read them!! hope you’ll enjoy it!

pairing: Wanted!Harry x BountyHunter!Reader

warning: violence, talks of drugs, murder, guns, i really lost track of it lol

word count: 15.2k

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The man in the handcuffs growls in pain again, but you just yank him forward, not in the mood to deal with a whining girl trapped in a six feet tall disgusting looking, oily-faced bald man in his forties.

“Y/N! What do we got today?” Jeremy greets you at the front desk, thumbs hooked into his belt as he watches you tug the guy into the hall of the station, pushing him down to the nearest seat as you step to Jeremy who is already handing you the paperwork.

“Dennis Delgado. Took me a few days to find him, but he couldn’t hide forever,” you grin proudly as you grab a pen and start filling the papers out.

Jeremy walks over to Dennis who just looks up at the officer in disgust. It’s not enough that he is a child molester disgusting prick, he is racist on top of everything and now Jeremy is enjoying having the higher ground, Dennis trapped in his handcuffs while Jeremy will be the one to get him behind bars for a long time.

“Nice one. We’ll have a lot of fun with this one,” Jeremy chuckles. “Want me to ring up your brother?”

“Is he in? Would love to have a word with him,” you nod smiling. When you’re done with the papers you hand them over to Stella, the receptionist who gets to work with them right away so you can get your money.

“Sure, I’ll get him for you on my way,” Jeremy nods, grabbing Dennis by his arm, pulling him along on his way to the elevators. “Come on you scumbag, you have a cell waiting with your name on it.”

The two of them disappear and you get into a little chit-chat with Stella while she is finishing up the paperwork. Leaning against the counter you look around, officers come and go in the hall, all of them dressed in their uniform and for a moment you picture yourself wearing the same outfit. At one point in your life it seemed to be part of your future, but now it would be the most ridiculous sight. Y/N, the best bounty hunter in the region in a police uniform? That’s not happening.

The elevator dings and your brother, Robert walks out. He on the other hand, made this vision happen. He has been an officer for about ten years now and though at first he was outraged that you chose the not so gracious lifestyle of a bounty hunter, but you soon became his unofficial partner, handing him over a wanted person every few days, making his work easier. Everyone at the station knows that Robert is the one who plays by the rules, doing everything according to the handbook, the perfect officer, always working to keep up the peace in town while you are… Well, you are a rebel. You could never play by the rules, always sneaking ways to do things according to your desires. You never liked if someone wanted to tell you what to do and how to do it, you are not a team player or either one that can easily managed by higher forces. It didn’t take long for you to realize your nature will never let you be an officer so you chose the other path that’s somewhere near joining the police, but still playing by your own rules.

Being a female bounty hunter wasn’t the easiest when you started off at the young age of seventeen. In desperate need of the extra money after the tragic passing of both your parents, the two of you had to get along on Robert’s slim, beginner paycheck. He was only twenty-three, started working at the station just a year prior, you knew you had to help him out. He kept bringing up cases, worked on them through the nights and when he passed you on the couch from exhaustion, you sneaked your way into the dining room and looked for easy targets. Speeding tickets, light drug trafficking, whatever you could deal with as a high schooler.

Robert hated the idea of you dealing with wanted people, you had endless fights about it, but you were too stubborn to stop and besides, you liked the adrenaline rush you got whenever you caught another one and brought them back to the station. Loved the stunned and shocked looks on the older officers when you managed to catch a bigger fish. It took Robert a few years to come to peace with your choice of lifestyle and now he doesn’t even try to talk you down. Instead, he keeps bringing you cases that pay well and he knows you’d like them.

“Who did you catch this time?” he grins at you, walking up to you and he envelopes you in a short hug.

“Just got Dennis Delgado, Jeremy took him.”

“Poor Dennis, he’ll have a rough evening,” Robert chuckles. “Did you get your money?”

“Stella is already working on it,” you nod towards the lady behind you.

“Oh, I’ve got you, Sweetheart,” Stella pushes herself back from her desk and walks over to you with an envelope filled with your reward.

“Amazing, thank you, Stella,” you grin at her happily. Dennis was worth a little more than the usual, you are well covered for the rest of the month thanks to him.

“Do you have something coming next?” Robert asks, hands on his hips as he watches you put the money away into your backpack.

“Not yet. Got something exciting for me?”

“An old friend,” he nods with a small smile. He reaches behind the counter and grabs a flyer, handing it over to you, a familiar face staring back at you from the photo this time.

Harry Styles is a name you’ve heard plenty of times and you know him well by now. You actually went to high school with him, you were just never in the same group. He was labeled as troubled all through his teenage years, his parents were brutally killed when he was just a kid, he was tossed around from one foster family to the other, moving around town every few months. It was no surprised when he got into some darker circles, he almost got kicked out of school right before graduation but somehow managed to stick around to get his diploma at the end.

You have actually handed him in a few times before. Never for anything bigger than drug trafficking or robbing smaller shops downtown, Harry is actually not as bad as people tend to portray him to be, he was just not blessed with the best background as most people. He is a smart guy and would never hurt anyone for real, this is why you are now staring down at his flyer shocked.

He is wanted for the murder of a local man who was found dead a few days ago in his home, Harry’s hair was found near the body with no other evidence.

“Are you sure about this?” you ask Robert with a concerned look. This doesn’t feel right. Not that you know Harry that well, but it’s very unlike him.

“Very much. His hair was the only thing we found near the body of Dave RIchards so evidently, he is our number one suspect.”

“I don’t know, this doesn’t sound right,” you think to yourself, staring down at the mug shot of him that was taken the last time you brought him in for selling weed to underage kids. You remember it exactly, because bringing Harry in is always… fun, if you could say that.

That last time, he was already expecting you, waiting around in his usual motel room that is somewhat considered as his home.

“My Y/N! You arrived earlier than I expected!” he greeted you when you kicked his door in. He was sitting in the middle of the double bed, rolling a joint as always, not a care in the world about your arrival.

“You knew I was coming?” you cocked your head to the side walking in and stopping at the end of the bed, watching him finish the joint and simply light it before taking a big puff.

“Of course. I was informed I’m on your list again, just thought you’d give me a few more hours, but it’s alright.” He waved around carelessly before holding out the joint in your way, offering you to try it.

“No thanks, I don’t trust your sketchy stuff.”

“That hurt!” he gasped dramatically, placing a hand to his tattooed chest that was partially on display since his shirts are never buttoned all the way up.

You brought him in that day, stopping for McDonald’s on your way to the station before handing him over to Robert. He was actually a great guy, nice sense of humor and good looks, you never thought otherwise, he was just moving around in different circles than you so you were left with the few jokes he always cracked when you took him in every few months.

“Well, it’s not your job to question his innocence. Want to take the job or not?” Robert asks you.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll find him,” you nod and fold the flyer, sliding it into your back pocket.

Normally, you take the rest of the day for yourself after turning someone in, but this situation with Harry just bugs you way more than to just go home and pretend like it’s not all you can think about. Harry is not a murderer, he would never randomly kill a man, he is not a psycho, just a guy with a rough background and some poor life decisions.

You know the route to the motel like the back of your hand. Arriving to the dodgy parking lot you park your car in the far end before taking one last look at the flyer. Then you push it into your backpack and get out, heading to Harry’s room with firm steps. You see no lights on, the door is closed and you almost don’t even get closer, thinking he is not here when you see someone move around inside.

You are almost at the door when a hand covers your mouth and an arm wraps around your body, pulling you back forcefully. It takes you a moment to recover from the shock as you are yanked backwards, but as you are being dragged towards the alleyway next to the motel you elbow your attacker in the stomach before kicking them in the knees. The hands fall from around you and turning around you pull out your pocket knife, ready to cut throats right away, but you are shocked to see Harry hunched over, groaning in pain as he holds his arm to his stomach.

“The fuck, Y/N?!” he growls, his chocolate curls falling forward, they’ve definitely gotten longer since the last time you saw him, he could easily put them up into a bun now. “What was that for?” he whispers in disbelief, his green eyes meeting yours in a scowl.

“What the fuck do you mean? You attacked me!”

“I didn’t attack you, I was trying to fucking save you!”

“From what?!”

“From the fucking asshole in my room who is four times bigger than you and would have probably shot you the moment you kicked my door in like you always fucking do!”

It’s just now processing in you that if Harry is here, the person you saw in the room can’t be him and he surely looked bulky. Harry runs his hand through his hair, straightening up from his hunched position before he sighs tiredly. He looks… worn-out, even more than he usually does. The dark circles under his eyes and beat-up knuckles are new, he usually looks fine despite everything that goes on in his life, but this is a version of him you haven’t seen. He has definitely been through some shit lately.

“What are you doin—“

“No time for questions now, we have to get out of here,” he cuts you off, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the alleyway to another parking lot on the other side of the motel. You spot his old jeep right away, but you yank your hand out of his hold, stopping in your tracks.

“Wait, my car is there!”

“We’ll come back for that later, but they can’t find you here with me or they’ll be after you as well,” he explains, grabbing your hand again as he pulls you towards the car and this time you follow him blindly.

You get into his jeep without even questioning it, not even caring that he is a man who is currently wanted for murder. Your instinct is telling you that you’re completely fine with him and you believe it. The two of you head out of town, taking the route to the next town nearby, but he takes a turn to the left, the jeep rolling onto a dirty road leading along fields filled with wildflowers. You have a guess where you’re going, there are some abandoned cabins near the woods that used to function as vacation homes, but they were slowly left to stand empty for eternity when a luxury resort was built on the other side of the woods.

“Care to tell me what the fuck just happened?” you ask him calmly, turning to look at him. He has one hand on the wheel, while his other elbow is resting on the armrest, fingers tapping on his chapped, pink lips.

“I’m in… deep shit, Y/N,” he admits with a sigh, eyes glued to the road ahead of him.

“No shit, you killed someone?”

“I didn’t,” he states, his eyes meeting yours for a moment to emphasize his truth. “It was a fucking set up and now they are after me every way possible.”

“Who is? And what did you do to get into so much trouble?”

“I’ll tell you about it when we arrive, okay?”

You sit in silence for the rest of the ride until you finally arrive to the cabins. You follow Harry inside one of them and it seems like he has set his base up here a few days ago. There’s a double bed with blankets thrown over it and a few mismatched pillows, a sports bag with his clothes and a few grocery bags on the dusty kitchen counter, candles everywhere since there’s probably no power in the cabin. You wonder how long he has been camping out here.

“About a week ago I got a visit from Hugo McKain, you’ve heard about him?” he asks as he grabs a bottled water from one of the grocery bags and fills up two plastic cups, handing you one of them.

“Sure. I’ve heard that… he is a big fish,” you nod.

“Yeah. He wanted me to work for him, but I sincerely rejected the offer, however it didn’t sit well with him. He threatened me that if I’m not selling his stuff, then I won’t sell anyone else’s stuff,” he explains, walking over to the bed and he sits at the edge, staring at the cup in his hands. “He gave me another day to change my mind, but I said that I don’t want to get involved with any of the heavy shit he deals with. I was hoping he would just willing to forget about it, but apparently, he is not the kind to just let shit go,” he chuckles bitterly. “A few days ago he sent two of his men after me, but I was able to run away. I was ready to pack my shit up and just leave the state forever, but then the fucking asshole framed me for the murder of that guy. A friend called me to let me know that I’m the only suspect in the case and that my face has been sent out already everywhere in the state. Hugo made it impossible for me to leave, I would be caught the moment I stop to pump fucking gas in my car,” he growls in annoyance. “So it’s a whole shit show, the police and Hugo are after me and I’m fucking stuck here.”

You stand there at a complete loss of words, because though you have no evidence if he is telling you the truth, you just know he is and the situation is fucking miserable. Harry drinks his water and throws the cup into a plastic bag that serves as a trashcan, his fingers running through his hair nervously.

“Do you know who killed the guy?” you speak up after some silence.

“Yeah, one of his men called Axel, he is a proper idiot, I’m actually surprised he didn’t leave his DNA back, just mine,” Harry scoffs.

“If you know they are after you, what were you doing at the motel?” you ask, leaning against the wall, curiously eyeing him as he glances up at you.

“Knew you’d come after me, didn’t want them to pull you into this mess too.”

Your eyebrows rise at his words. He went back because of you? Harry notices your surprise, a smug smirk tugging on his lips.

“What? Couldn’t let them lay a finger on my Y/N, right?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at him. He has always been so flirty with you since day one, always trying to pull your leg, chatting your ears off in hopes that he can finally drag you to bed one day. But you never give in, it all stays just some empty flirting and a playful banter.

“So what are you going to do now?” you ask clearing your throat. There’s just always been something in the way he calls you his Y/N that makes you a tad bit nervous.

“That’s an excellent question to which… I have no answer,” he truthfully admits.

“You can’t hide here forever.”

“You tryna’ lure me into going to the station with you?” he asks with a grin. “To be honest, I’m surprised you haven’t cuffed me yet. You love that stuff, don’t you?” Harry stands from the bed and strides over to you, the height difference between the two of you forcing you to tilt your head up a little as he smirks down at you, enjoying that he has successfully made you blush. “Question is, have you been the one in the cuffs?”

You part your lips with the intention of answering, but nothing comes out. Harry smirks down at you, so full of himself before stepping away.

“Anyway, I think I’m just gonna lay low here for a while and then hopefully I’ll be able to sneak out of town at one point.”

“You wanna stay here?” you ask looking around. The place is fine for just a few nomad days, but staying here for more seems impossible. There’s no electricity, probably no water, some of the windows are broken in, the temperature must drop drastically in the nights so close to the woods.

“Not that I have any other choices,” he huffs, opening a bag of chips from the groceries.

“Don’t you have any friends who can share their couch with you for a while?”

“You think anyone would want to hide a dude who is wanted for murder and who is also in trouble with Hugo McKain? Baby, even if any of my friends were willing to help, I wouldn’t take it. I wouldn’t want to pull them into my shit. Besides, Hugo is probably already keeping tabs of all my friends, he has the connections to know everything about me.”

“And what about me?” you suddenly ask. Harry freezes, eyes flickering at you in confusion.

“What about you?”

“Would he look for you at mine?”

Now it’s his turn to rock a stunned expression, eyebrows shooting up as he stares back at you. He wasn’t expecting it, but truth is neither did you. However it doesn’t take him long to turn it into something entirely sexual.

“You know, if you wanted to see me in your bed, you should have just asked.”

Luckily, you don’t fall under his spell this time. Rolling your eyes you put the cup to the nearest surface and head to the door.

“Alright, changed my mind. Have fun camping out here on your own,” you mumble, reaching for the doorknob, but he is quick to get between you and the door, stopping you from leaving.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I was just not expecting you to make that offer, alright?” You take a step back, folding your arms on your chest. “Were you serious about that?”

“It seemed like an option. I doubt you’d be expected to be at my place.”

“And you’d actually let me stay there?”

“I guess a few days wouldn’t hurt. Until you figure out what to do.”

Harry stares at you in awe, like you just did the best thing ever for him and the thought that he never had anyone to do such favor for him is kind of heartbreaking. He might be a pain in the ass sometimes, but there’s just something in him.

You help him pack his stuff back into the jeep, leaving the weathered cabin empty again before you head back to town. Harry drops you off a few blocks from the motel so you can walk back to your car, you glance at his door just once, it’s still closed but they could easily still be there.

Harry is already at your place when you arrive to your building, waiting around in his jeep, he has put a beanie and sunglasses on, keeping his head low. As he follows you up to your little apartment, you actually realize that Harry is about to move in with you for the upcoming days, he is going to live in your place, you’ll share your home with him. How crazy does that sound?

Unlocking the door you walk into your small apartment. It’s just the perfect size for one person, a decent kitchen with a small dining table, a living room that also functions as your study, your desk filled with folders and flyers from previous works. Then you have a little bedroom and a bathroom opening from the living room. It’s cozy and homey, but definitely not the setting you would have ever imagined Harry in.

“So, the couch is a pull out, I’ll get you a blanket and a pillow, make yourself… home I guess,” you tell him walking into your bedroom to get him everything he needs. However, he is following you into the room, already snooping around in your private little space.

As you grab him a blanket and pillow, you find him inspecting your clutters on top of your dresser, your jewelry, perfumes and makeup stuff is just thrown out there, and he seemingly takes an interest in your rings.

“Never seen you wear any jewelry,” he huffs as you walk up to him.

“Don’t like them on me that much,” you admit. “Here,” you give them the bedding and usher him out of the bedroom before he gets way too adventurous and starts digging into your lingerie drawers.

When the pullout is all set up and Harry has settled in a little, you are faced with the fact once again, that Harry is in your home and about to spend the upcoming days here with you, since he can’t really roam around the streets.

You make sandwiches for the two of you and sit at the small dining table, eating in silence until you speak up.

“I can ask my brother to help find the guy who did it. There has to be a way to get you out of this.”

Harry glances at you, chewing on his food before putting the sandwich down, swallowing the bite.

“Not really if they don’t find evidence.”

“I’m sure we’ll find something.”

“We?” he smirks at you playfully, earning a blush from you again. You hate the effect he has on you, he is clearly a good-looking guy, you always thought that, even in high school. Thanks to his troubled name, girls easily fall for his bad guy behavior, they just never really saw that being a so called bad guy wasn’t just about the looks, with a slightly similar background you could imagine how hard it really was for him. Though he never really let it show. He is always this whitty, cocky bastard who is ready to flirt his way into your pants whenever the opportunity is given.

“If you keep up with the teasing you’ll find yourself on the street one morning,” you warn him and he just holds his hands up with a smug grin.

“You are the boss lady here,” she chuckles softly before returning to his sandwich.

For the rest of the evening you bury yourself into some other work stuff, you always have a few smaller gigs going on that are easy money, Harry in the meanwhile makes himself comfortable on the couch, watching your tiny TV in silence, letting you do your thing. It’s nearing midnight when you wrap it up and head to have a quick shower. Standing under the hot water you take a few minutes to collect your thoughts and just simply try to get used to the thought that you are in fact hiding a man who is wanted for murder. It’s going to be some pretty interesting days you have ahead of you, that is for sure.

Putting on your oversized t-shirt and cotton shorts you leave a clean towel on the counter for Harry in case he doesn’t have one before heading out.

“Towel is on the counter. Sorry, I don’t have shower gel for men, but the soap is unscented so feel free to use,” you tell him walking out, only to find him already waiting around the door, leaning against the wall. His eyes fall down the length of your uncovered leg, a smirk tugging on his lips.

“If you’re the kind who sleeps naked, feel free to get rid of the textile.”

“Are you a naked sleeper?” you ask tilting your head to the side.

“I can be, if you want me to be,” he grins smugly and you just roll your eyes at him.

“Good night, Harry,” you sigh walking into your bedroom and shutting the door behind you, only allowing yourself to let out a shaky sigh when you are out of his sight. Leaning against the door you hear him shuffling around until the bathroom door closes and the water starts running. You try your best to ignore the thought of Harry currently in your shower naked as you climb to bed and pull the covers over your head. You need the coverage, hopefully it’ll help you with your wandering thoughts.

“Thought you’d deliver Styles by now,” Robert teases you when he meets you at the station the next day. You left Harry at your place, sincerely asking not to trash your home while you’re away and headed to the police station in hopes that your brother might be able to help him out.

“Uh, no. But actually, he is the reason why I’m here,” you tell him with a nervous chuckle.

“What? Did he hurt you or something?”

“No, nothing like that. Can we please talk in your office?” you ask and he nods, leading you up to his office.

Once the two of you are settled and secluded from the rest of the officers, you just decide to start right in the middle and not waste your time beating around the bush.

“Harry didn’t do it. He was framed.”

Robert gives you a surprised look as he leans back in his seat on the other side of his desk. He thinks about your words furrowing his eyebrows before scratching his neck.

“How… do you know that?”

“I just know. He is being framed by Hugo McKain, it was one of his men who killed the guy, not Harry.”

“I have a feeling that your source about this was none other than Harry himself.”

“Does it matter?”

“It does, because of course he would try to defend himself!”

“Harry is not a murderer, Robert,” you snap. “He always owns up to his mistakes and he would never do anything to hurt others. Yes, he is troubled and did a lot of illegal shit in his life, but never anything that could hurt others. He became a target because he didn’t want to join Hugo.”

Robert stares at you for a while, probably trying to figure out whether he should believe you or not. You knew he’d be skeptical, but you can only hope he trusts you enough to help you out in this one case.

“And what do you expect me to do?” he asks after a while.

“He knows the name of the guy. Axel something, can you get someone on his case? Look into the evidence more? Something might come up that could help Harry out of this mess.”

Robert’s jaw clenches as he stares back at you, contemplating his choices but something is telling you he is already in. You won him over.

“I’ll have Jake look into it, I think I know who this Axel guy is.”

“Thank you, Robert!” you cheer in excitement. Jumping from your seat you go around his desk and hug him from behind, kissing his cheek as he tries to escape your embrace. He hates it when you get all affectionate at his work, but you just had to. You head to the door to get out of his hair before he changes his mind, but he stops you before you could leave.

“Y/N, just please be careful with Styles, okay?”

“He is not as bad as people make him sound.”

“I just don’t want him to get you into trouble. There’s only so much I can do to save your ass.” “Don’t worry,” you smile at him softly. “I’ll be alright.”

The rest of the day goes by with catching some stupid guy who was wanted for trying to rob a gas station while drunk, it’s a mystery how he was able to run away, you saw the security footage, the guy was barely standing on his feet, but lucky for you, he is in the exact same state when you surprise him at a bar and bring him in.

It’s past seven when you finally get home. Keying yourself into the apartment you are met with a quite pleasant sight. Harry has pushed the pullout in to make some space in the cramped living room and as you step inside, you are met with the sight of him doing pushups in the middle of the room, no shirt on, just a pair of loose shorts, all his tattoos are on display, a thin layer of sweat covering his body, his curls are held back with a headband. When he hears you arrive, his head shoots up and smirks in your way before doing a few more and then he stops, standing up just as you shut the front door.

“Welcome home, Honey,” he winks in your way and you just roll your eyes at him.

“Turning my living room into your personal gym, huh?”

“I can’t just sit around all day, waiting for you to get home, can I?”

“You can always just fix up my apartment while I’m gone,” you joke chuckling. Setting your bag down on your bed you join him in the kitchen where he is sipping on some water. “Anyway, I have good news for you. My brother said he’ll have one of his guys look into the case. I’m sure he’ll check after this Axel dude you mentioned.”

“That’s great! I’ve also been asking around today, some of my friends said they will try to dig up some dirt that might help me out, but I don’t want any of them to get too deep and then have Hugo go after them too.”

“It’ll be fine,” you nod, convinced that things will turn out well. “Alright, I’ll throw something together for dinner, what—“

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I already ordered, should be here soon.”

“You ordered food?” you ask in surprise.

“Of course. I won’t just eat your fridge out, dinners are on me while I’m here,” he smiles genuinely and you’re stunned by the gesture.

Half an hour later the two of you are sitting on the living room floor, Chinese takeout boxes littering the place around you, having a full on feast because Harry didn’t go light on the order.

“So, tell me, what have you been doing since high school?” he prompts the question. “I feel like I know you but I also don’t. Don’t get me wrong, being handcuffed by you every other month is fucking hot, but I don’t know much about you.”

“There’s not much to know,” you shrug. “I’ve been doing this since I was seventeen, no grandiose career.”

“But did you have any other plans before?”

“Thought about joining the police, but I was never tame enough to follow their rules.”

“Ooh, a little rebel?” he teases you and you throw a handful of napkins in his way, making him laugh.

“You can joke about it, but I’ve had my fair share of trouble as well, you are not the only one who’s been through some rough years.”

“I know that,” he nods, eyes getting serious for a moment. “I’m sorry about your parents.”

“You know about them?” you ask in surprise. You didn’t really share it with anyone, talking about the loss of them just made it harder to deal with it and you also didn’t want everyone’s petty.

“You just know about this kind of stuff when you grow up in foster care. Though you were lucky your brother was already of age.”

“I know. I’m convinced I wouldn’t be here if I had to go into foster care.” Putting down the box from your hands you look at Harry. “I’m sorry you had to deal with all that.”

“Not that it was any of your fault,” he smiles softly, but you can see the pain in his green eyes. Despite not knowing him well growing up, you always felt this weird urge to tell him how sorry you were for everything he had to deal with. He deserved a better childhood and teenage years and most importantly, respect from people. Everyone just labeled him as a lost case because of his background, but no one really tried to help him. Part of you feels guilty, because you could have helped through those years, but you were a little frightened from him as well, believing the rumors and talks about him, though now you know they were probably just stupid gossips.

Harry reaches into your box, stealing a dumpling and you snap on his hand, but he just pops it into his mouth grinning slyly.

“Hey! You have your own!” you tell him off.

“I know, but yours just tastes better.”

“You are such a pest,” you roll your eyes at him as you grab your box and start eating again.

“So, what does your boyfriend think about me being here?” he asks out of nowhere, but you see through his act. It’s his sneaky way of trying to get you to say if you’re single or not, probably already knowing the answer to that, but you choose to pull his leg a little.

“He is fine. Though you might have to plug your ears in a little when he comes over,” you tell him with a straight face and see his fall, a stunned expression on his handsome face.

“Wait, really? You have a boyfriend and told him about me being here?”

“Sure, why wouldn’t I?”

It’s hard not to start laughing, especially when the words process and he realizes that you are in fact taken. The flirty, teasing act is long gone, he presses his lips together nodding to himself as he continues to eat in silence.

“I’m just fucking with you, I don’t have a boyfriend,” you tell him at last, finally letting out a laugh. His eyes snap up at you and a smirk slowly tugs at his lips as he points a finger at you.

“You had me for a hot minute. Nice one.”

“Why were you so surprised when I said I have a boyfriend?” you ask tilting your head to the side.

“Guess the thought was just a little weird, I’ve never seen you with a guy before.”

“That doesn’t mean I’ve never been with any,” you point out, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Oh, I know. I never thought you are pretending to be a nun,” he snorts.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you gasp, feeling like it was a subtle way to call you some sort of slut. Harry looks up at your upset expression and he immediately knows how his words were taken.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” he defends himself.

“Then how did you mean it?”

“I meant that I always thought a girl as pretty as you must have plenty of guys after her.”

Your eyebrows shoot up at how bluntly he just called you pretty. It had a refreshing sound after all the shameless flirting he has been doing when it came to you, and your poor little heart immediately skipped a beat upon hearing his words.

“Well, I didn’t have,” you admit with a sad smile. You briefly dated a guy from another school in tenth grade, but after that, your life was just way too complicated to get involved in a relationship and you haven’t really been able to change that even years later. When you’re very keen on some intimacy you go to a nearby bar and just let whatever man to pick you up and have for the night, but that doesn’t happen too often either, because it seems useless most of the time, you can do the job yourself just fine too, you don’t need some random man to call you his babygirl when he doesn’t even know your name. Some never even bother to finish you, they pass out once they got what they wanted so you prefer being on your own.

“Fucking losers!” Harry huffs dramatically. “They have no idea what’s good.”

“You don’t need to say that just to make me feel better,” you roll your eyes at him, but you can feel yourself blushing.

“I’m not, I was always crushing on you a little in high school, if I’m being honest,” he admits truthfully, managing to surprise you once again.

“For real?”

“Sure,” he nods, turning his focus back to his food as he continues to talk. “Even thought about asking you out to prom one time. But I figured you might not even know who I am.”

“Come on, everyone knew who you were!”

“Are you telling me off for being humble?” he asks grinning. “Okay, let me rephrase it. I didn’t know if you wanted anything to do with me after hearing stuff about me, so I just dodged the idea.”

You chew on his words a little before looking up at him, eyes meeting his green irises, though you are usually not one to get in on the flirting, now you just feel like being a little blunt.

“Well, I always thought you were good-looking.”

“Were? Am I not good-looking anymore?” he teases with a dramatic gasp that makes you roll your eyes.

“Well, the smugness takes a bit away from it, if I’m being honest,” you tell him off making him laugh.

Once you both are well fed you clean the boxes up together, you wash the few extra plates you used while Harry dries them off and puts them away. Opening one of the cabinets he moves the door a bit, examining how it hangs a little low.

“I always forget to fix it up,” you sigh. There’s quite a few things that could use some work, but you just never get to start on them so they are always put aside.

You take your turns in the bathroom as usual and you sit at your desk a little, working on a few stuff before calling it a night. Harry is already lying in his temporary bed on the pullout, scrolling through his phone. The covers hide only half of his body, his naked, tattooed chest is on display, one of his arms is tucked under his head, the muscles on his arm flexing just right. He surely is a sight, you can’t deny that.

“Seeing something you like?” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you realize you’ve been caught staring. Clearing your throat you stack up the papers on your desk and head into your bedroom.

“Good night, Harry,” you mumble, feeling your cheeks heating up.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N,” he calls after you before you click the door closed.

The next day you go with your usual routine, Robert checks in with you letting you know he already has someone on Harry’s case, so there’s not much you can do for now, only hope that something will surface that can help him out of this mess. Throughout the day you often catch yourself thinking about what Harry could be doing at home all day and you pray to all higher powers he is not currently snooping through your lingerie.

It’s a frustrating day, you couldn’t find the guy you’ve been after but you were really hoping to finally get the money for him. He is big money, but he makes you work for it certainly. When you arrive home Harry is nowhere to be seen, but then you hear the shower running so you figure he must have just been working out and is now taking a shower. Two pizza boxes are set on the dining table and you sigh in relief that you don’t have to think about cooking with him around. Going to the kitchen you are about to grab two plates when you notice that the cupboard door that’s been hanging low a little is now fixed. It’s as new as it never was since you’ve been living here and it gets you wondering if anything else has been taken care of. Going through the kitchen you start to realize that all the little things that’s been waiting to be fixed are now working perfectly: the handle on one of the drawers, the loose tap, the shelf that’s been crooked for a while, it’s all perfect now.

The bathroom door opens and Harry walks out wearing a pair of black sweatpants, his hair is wet and he has a towel hanging from around his neck.

“Oh, hey. Didn’t hear you arrive,” he breathes out throwing the towel to the back of one of the chairs around the dining table.

“Just arrived a few minutes ago. Hey, did you fix my kitchen?” you ask furrowing your eyebrows at him.

“Uh, yeah. Took a look at the stuff that seemed off. Also fixed the shoe rack near the door and the hangers in the bathroom.”

“Oh wow. You really shouldn’t have.”

“Didn’t you tell me to fix the place up while being here?” he teases you with a smirk as he leans against the table.

“That was just a joke.”

“I know,” he chuckles softly. “But I really didn’t have much to do today so I thought I might make myself useful.”

“That’s… actually very nice of you. Thank you.”

“No worries.”

“So how was your day?” Harry asks as the two of you are chewing on the pizza, sitting at the dining table.

“Why are you making small talk like we’re a married couple?” you scrunch your nose, taking another bite from your slice.

“What, I can’t be nice?”

“You can, it’s just you are usually not,” you point out.

“Or you are just never around when I decide to be nice,” he grins. “You usually just burst into my place, handcuff me and then bring me in. That doesn’t give much time to be nice.”

“I wouldn’t cuff you if you didn’t try to run away the first time I wanted to bring you in,” you retort shrugging.

“Okay, first of all, I was not expecting you to just kick my door in and have a fucking knife pointed at my throat, of course I tried to escape! And second, I quite enjoy being handcuffed by you, so I guess it’s not that bad.”

That smug smirk is back on his lips again and you wish you could just wipe it off sometimes. He is so full of himself!

“You are always coming with this cuffing thing. Get a hold of your kinks, Styles.”

“You can’t tell me it doesn’t turn you on. I bet you’d like that, if you haven’t already been cuffed in the bedroom,” he snorts, taking a big bite, the sauce dripping a bit from the corner of his mouth that he wipes with the back of his hand.

“My kinks are none of your concerns,” you sternly reply, but it just makes his grin wider.

“Oh, so you do have kinks! Tell me more about them!”

“Well what are yours?” you retort, hoping it would shut him up, but it has the opposite effect on him. Leaning back he swallows the food in his mouth before starting the list.

“Well I do love getting handcuffed, I’m into spanking, both ways. I have a weird thing for—“

“Alright! I’ve heard enough!” you cut him off. “Stop, just… stop,” you breathe out.

“What?” Harry chuckles, clearly enjoying the situation more than you’d want him to. “Don’t tell me you’re too prude to talk about sex.”

“I’m not,” you answer right away.

“Okay, then tell me about your kinks!” he teases you some more. Snapping your eyes at him you can tell how much he is enjoying making you so uncomfortable, but you also know that he thinks he’ll just make you blush and you won’t tell him a thing. So you decide to give him his own medicine.

“I do in fact like to be handcuffed, I love a good spanking, when my ass cheeks turn red from the slaps, that makes me cum very hard. I love a good old choking and I particularly enjoy giving blowjobs because I don’t have a gagging reflex, makes men go fucking nuts when I have them down my throat to the last inch, I get off their reaction easily.”

Harry’s lips part as he stares at you with a stunned expression, he definitely did not expect that answer, or any answer at all. That face alone makes up for the slight anxiety that took over you talking about what you really enjoy in the bedroom. Your eyes wander down and a triumphant smirk tugs on your lips.

“Don’t be such a horny teenager, I can see your dick getting hard,” you tell him before flipping the pizza box closed and walking into the kitchen you put the remaining of it into the fridge.

“You are such a tease, Y/N,” he shakes his head with a soft chuckle. “But it might backfire, because now I’m gonna get off thinking about spanking you,” he grins at you, but you just shrug, heading to the bathroom.

“Do whatever you want, fantasizing is free,” you tell him before locking yourself in the bathroom.

You’d be lying if you said you don’t think about him in the shower. As your hands move down your body, your fingers wander between your legs, gently playing with your clit while thinking about Harry spanking you. Knowing that he is kind of into the same things as you makes your fantasies even more vivid, but you don’t let yourself get off. You wouldn’t want him to hear you moan under the shower, he would tease you about it forever.

When you’re all done you step out of the bathroom only to get startled by Harry who is standing right at the door, wearing only his boxer briefs.

“Shit!” you gasp, snapping your hand to your chest.

“You took awfully long in there, Y/N,” he smirks at you, but you just roll your eyes at him. “If you ever need help washing you back, don’t be shy to ask me to join.”

“Keep dreaming,” you mumble under your breath as you walk past him and make your way into your bedroom.

“I already do that!” he calls after you before you shut the door closed.

Throwing yourself to your bed you take a deep breath closing your eyes. If he keeps up this act, you have no idea how you’re gonna survive having him around any longer.

Two days go by in the same manner. You spend most of the day out doing your usual stuff, you actually manage to catch another guy who was a small reward, but it’s more than nothing. Harry usually has dinner ready and waiting for you by the time you get back home. During these two days he has fixed up basically everything that wasn’t working in your apartment, freeing you from doing it yourself for probably twice as long as he did.

You sit and eat together, Harry usually tries to get under your skin with some more flirting that you return with a cold shoulder, but then, when you’re lying in the comfort of your bed or standing under the hot water in the shower, you always find your thoughts wandering off to the man on the other side of the door.

Ashamed to admit, but you’ve gotten yourself off once thinking about him. You woke up in the middle of the night from a quite hot dream that, of course, featured a shirtless Harry and you just couldn’t stop yourself from bringing you some relief. For a little while your hands weren’t yours, you imagined that Harry’s big, calloused and ring clad fingers were moving against your body and you needed every drop of self-control not to moan his name out as you came. You blame it on him being so comfortable shirtless around your place, he has been really making himself feel home. Not that you’re complaining, he is a sight for the eyes certainly, but it’s also giving you a hard time.

Robert soon asks you to swing by the station to discuss some details about Harry’s case. You can tell he couldn’t dig up anything helpful, he would have already mentioned it through the phone, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have anything that can be useful in further investigation.

“So, I’ve caught wind of Axel Morris being involved in the death of the victim, but we haven’t been able to recover any evidence that would point towards him, unfortunately,” Robert explains as the two of you sit in his office. “Didn’t want to bring him in for questioning either because then Hugo would find out we are after him.”

“So what can be done now?”

“I’m… really not sure, Y/N. If Axel doesn’t magically confesses the murder on tape, I’m not sure I can do anything to help Styles.”

Chewing on your bottom lip you’re trying hard to think of what to do. This can’t end like this, there has to be a way out for Harry…

“Look. I know you’re trying to cook up something to help Styles, but I’m not sure I can give you much time.”

“What do you mean?” you ask with a puzzled look.

“I mean that…” He glances at the door and then leans closer, speaking more quietly. “If I had a guess where he could be found, I would say he is at your place as we are speaking. I can’t let a guy walk free who is wanted for murder, Y/N. I eventually have to bring him back.”

“Alright, alright. Just give me a few more days. I’ll figure it out,” you plead, running your hand through your hair. Robert sighs, shaking his head.

“You have three days. That marks ten days since the warrant has been out. If you don’t bring me evidence by then, I’m sending the guys to your place to get him.”

“Three days, alright. I’ll… figure it out. Thanks, Robert,” you nod, leaving his office in a rush.

You have three days to find evidence against Axel and free Harry, but how do you even start? You’re good at what you do, but this is kind of out of your field and you’re not sure you can deal with it.

Walking around town you try to come up with an idea, but end up doing what you always do when you’re stuck on a case. Thanks to your work you’ve built up quite a web of connections, you always know someone who knows someone who is exactly the person you need. So sitting at a diner, munching on a late lunch you start calling your connections to see if you can dig up anything that could help.

A few hours later the situation becomes brighter and you finally have a somewhat useful plan so you head home to let Harry in on what you’ve come up with.

He is seemingly surprised when you arrive home earlier than the usual, he is sitting at the dining table, a bowl of instant noodles in front of him as he is watching some video on his phone. Like usually, he is only wearing a pair of sweatpants, his tattooed abdomen on full display.

“Oh, hi! Something happened?” he asks, concern showing in his eyes as he watches you kick your shoes off and storm into your bedroom, going straight to your wardrobe to dig up one particular outfit. “Y/N?” you hear him call out for you, his voice coming from your door.

“Yes! I knew I still had it!” you cheer in triumph as you hold up the latex set that clearly leaves very little to the imagination. When Harry sees it, his eyes go wide and his imagination probably gets wild for a moment, because he clears his throat as he looks at you puzzled.

“What do you need that for?”

“It’s part of my plan that will get us evidence against Axel Morris.”

“I’m not really following, so please elaborate?”

“I talked to Robert, he said we need to get him to confess. Now, I made a few phone calls and found out that our friend, Axel is a regular at this strip club called Siren. I’ll pretend to be a dancer and wrap him around my fingers and get him to confess while recording. You said it yourself, he is a real dumbass, I’m sure I can make it work.”

Harry stares at you frozen for a long moment before he lets out a heartfelt chuckle and now you’re the one confused about what’s really going on.

“S’cute you think I’m letting you close to that man. Funny, that was a good joke. Alright, what do you want for dinner?” he asks, walking back to the dinner table, but you chase after him.

“It’s not a joke, Harry. Pretty much our only chance to get you out of this mess!”

“You are not going anywhere near that guy and that’s not up for debate.”

“Not that you can tell me what to do!” you scoff at him.

“Y/N, you have no idea what you’re talking about,” he shakes his head sitting back to the table, stirring his pasta around with the spoon.

“I certainly know, and this is pretty much your only chance to save your ass, Harry.”

“Not if it means you go near Axel, nah,” he shakes his head calmly, as if it wasn’t even an argument and he had the right to grant you permission.

“Well, I’m doing it and you can’t do anything about that. I’m going in tomorrow. I know one of the dancers, she is helping me set it all up,” you shrug, your attitude meeting his careless one, but he doesn’t like your answer, not even a bit.

“Y/N, you are not going there!” he snaps, standing up, the chair falling back from the sudden movement. “That psycho killed a man or did you forget about that?!”

“Okay, so what’s your plan to save your ass? Because there’s literally no other choice,” you retort giving him a frown as you march back to your room and Harry follows you.

“But it won’t be you dressing up as a stripper, seducing a fucking murderer to get him to confess!”

“So then what is it going to be?!” you snap at him facing him again. “Because Robert gave me three days to sort things out before he comes here and takes you in himself!”

“Then I’ll go to jail! No big deal!” he throws his hands into the air like it was just a minor inconvenience and not a case of murder that could put him behind bars forever.

“Are you fucking insane?” you laugh in disbelief. “You’re willing to lose the rest of your life for what? Nothing at all?!”

“It’s not nothing, Y/N. You are not getting yourself into this mess and it’s not up for debate.”

“You hold no control over me, Harry!” you scream at him at this point, fed up with his bullshit.

You find yourself pinned against the wall in a blink of the eye, Harry is pressed up against you, hands grabbing onto your forearms as he keeps you in place firmly, one of his thighs coming between your legs as his face is dangerously close to yours now. He knocks the air out of you for a moment and you stare back at him with parted lips for just a split second before your instincts kick in.

You easily knee him in the crotch, giving you just enough opportunity to grab one of his wrists and twist it behind his back, forcing him to get on the ground, growling in pain.

“Fuck! Y/N!” he groans, snapping his other hand against the hardwood floor. You give him another squeeze as a warning before letting him go and he falls to the ground for a moment before he pushes himself up to sit on his heels.

“You still think I can’t protect myself against a man?” you sneer at him walking over to the bed to grab the outfit that was tossed to the side in the hustle.

“Shit, I think you broke my dick!” he breathes out hunching over and you just smile to yourself as you hand the outfit up to the side of your wardrobe.

“Don’t be such a crybaby, you’re fine.”

“Don’t think so, might need a get-well kiss on it though,” he smirks through his painful expression and you roll your eyes at him. How is he still at it when you just kneeled him in his crotch? “Okay, your message came through very clear though, but I’m still not a fan of your plan,” he sighs finally standing up from the floor.

“It’s gonna be easy, I’ll get him a little drunk, offer him a private dance, make a move and get him to talk. If he really is that dumb like you said, I can easily get him to open up, just gotta make sure he is focusing on something else,” you explain gesturing towards the outfit on the hanger.

“You can’t wear that, Y/N.”

“This is what strippers wear, I don’t see what the problem is.”

“My problem is that it’s like… nonexistent. There’s no textile at all!” he rages, still eyeing the red latex set.

“Are you… jealous?” you ask, starting to get a feel of what’s really going on. Harry’s head snaps in your way and the look in his eyes answers your question even when he tries to hide his real reasons.

“Jealous of you becoming a stripper? I bet I can make more than you if I became one,” he scoffs smugly.

“Oh my god, you are so fucking jealous!” you laugh, enjoying this one in a million moment. “What’s next, you have feelings for me? Are you gonna confess your undying love?” you tease him.

“Okay, you had your laughs, that was enough. Excuse me if I’m looking out for you and I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

“Don’t get all smitten with me now. I’ve been doing just fine without you so far.”

“Yeah, how many people did you bring in for murder?” Harry questions and that leaves you without an answer. Not that you don’t know it, but because the number is exactly zero. You’ve been doing your job for quite a while and there’s been all kind of cases under your hands, but not murders. Though you are completely capable of defending yourself, you’re not sure you want to deal with monsters who took a human’s life. The only reason you took Harry’s case was because you had an inkling feeling from the very start that he did not do it.

“Just as I thought,” Harry scoffs. “Listen, if you really want to do this then I’m going with you. No way I’m gonna just sit around here and wait to see if you make it back home.”

“How do you plan on leaving the house? Someone might recognize you and then it’s game over.”

“I’ll just… disguise myself,” he shrugs. “Can’t be that hard.”

You never thought the day would come when you see Harry Styles wearing a fake mustache and a ridiculous wig, secured with a beanie to his head. The moment the two of you finish his disguise, you can’t hold your laughter back. He looks so damn ridiculous, you can barely breathe through your laughter as he checks himself out in the mirror.

“I look like a fucking pedophile,” he shakes his head chuckling as he pushes some fake hair out of his forehead. “Where the fuck did you find this wig?” he snaps at you in disbelief.

“Does it matter? You look so fucking bad!” you laugh hysterically and Harry just stands there, waiting for you to finally stop, but it seems like he is not bothered by your reaction. He probably finds it equally funny too.

It’s currently seven pm, you have to head to Siren soon to start your fake shift as a stripper and you haven’t been able to talk Harry down from following you, so there you are, getting ready to fool everyone around you. Harry with his awful disguise and you with your stripper outfit.

When you finally catch your breath you leave Harry in the living room to get ready as well. Following a heavy makeup with dark, smokey eyes, you also put on a wig, a short, red bob that’s part of the outfit. Then you squeeze yourself into the latex, the tiny top barely covering you, the skirt is not even a skirt, rather than just a belt. As an extra to the fit, you’ve put on a red corset, though it’s more so you can hide the voice recorder since the original outfit doesn’t give too many places to do that. You pair it all with fishnet tights and a pair of black, thigh-high boots. As you check yourself out in the mirror you don’t even recognize yourself. Y/N is officially gone, the girl in the boots is… Crystabel.

Opening the door you step out of your bedroom, Harry is standing in the middle of the living room, busy with his phone so at first he doesn’t even see you walk out.

“Ready to leave?” he asks, eyes still on the screen of his phone.

“I… guess?” you breathe out, feeling extremely self-conscious in this revealing set.

When Harry finally looks up his mouth drops open. He is not even trying to hide his hunger as his eyes rake down the length of your body. He takes his time to take in every inch of your exposed skin before his gaze settles on your eyes behind your long fake lashes.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out and it gives you quite the confidence boost.

“You like it?” you ask, striking a pose as you push your hips to the side and place your hands on your waist.

“I-I’m… I’m fucking speechless,” he chuckles as you walk closer and grabbing the strings of his hoodie, you tug on the playfully while he is still shamelessly checking you out. “I don’t know how I could live this long without seeing you like this.”

“You are such a flirt,” you roll your eyes, but just as you are about to step away from him he grabs you by your waist and pulls you against him firmly. Your hands move to his broad shoulders right away, trying to keep your balance in his hold.

“I might be a flirt, but you are the hottest woman I’ve seen and I admit I will be fucking jealous of every man that’s gonna lay their eyes on you tonight.” His voice is low, full of lust and if it wasn’t for his funny disguise, you would have melted right into his arms in a heartbeat.

“I can’t take you seriously with this mustache on,” you chuckle softly, running your fingers over the fake facial hair, the pad of your fingers slightly touching his soft lips underneath.

“Just wait until we get back home and I get rid of it,” he smirks and winks at you, making you chuckle, but you can also feel yourself blushing at his words.

You put on a trench coat to cover the racy outfit as the two of you make your way to the club. Harry is driving, but you took your car in case someone might recognize him near the club. Arriving Harry parks at a darker corner in the parking lot and he pulls out a little box from his backpack.

“Alright, let’s wire you up, Love,” he smirks as you undo the coat and let him help you get the devices situated on you.

The voice recorder gets pushed into your stomach, hiding behind your corset. It’s thick enough that it doesn’t give away that anything is hidden under it, it’s just a little uncomfortable for you, but you are sucking it up.

“Here, put this into your ears,” Harry hands you an earpiece that you place into your right ear, hiding it with your wig. “It’s not the best quality, but you’ll be able to hear me and I’ll hear everything around you. We need a safe word if anything happens so I know I have to go inside.”

“This is starting to look like a spy movie or something,” you mumble under your breath as you start buttoning your coat again.

“Don’t turn it into a joke, Y/N. Axel might be a stupid jerk, but don’t forget he killed that man. He doesn’t care if you’re a woman or not, or if you’re a real stripper or not.”

“Alright, alright,” you sigh nodding. “How about… cherry?”

“Okay. Use it if you are in trouble or someone is hurting you or anything.” You nod, fidgeting with the end of the coat, but Harry grabs your hand and makes you look at him. “I mean it, Y/N. I don’t want you to play the hero.”

“I won’t, calm down. I gotta go now. I’ll see you soon,” you tell him before getting out of the car and heading to the backdoor. Glancing back one last time you see Harry standing at the hood of the car, watching you intently as you disappear from his sight.

Sienna, who is helping you tonight is already waiting for you at the backdoor. You met her a few years ago when you caught her abusive ex and took him in. She said she owed you one for freeing her from that asshole and now you are finally here to collect that favor.

“Damn, you look good!” she grins, pulling you into a short hug.

“You think it’s gonna be alright?” you ask, pulling the coat open to show her the whole outfit.

“Fucking fantastic. No men will be able to focus on anything than your boobs,” she snorts, pulling you inside.

The plan is easy. You won’t be out all night, Sienna will be your eyes and when she spots Axel arrive, that’s when you come into the picture. Sienna will escort him to a secluded area and tell him he has a free lap dance which will be, of course, performed by you. Some flirting, some seducing and hopefully Axel will be dumb enough to let a some sort of confession slip.

Sienna takes you to the changing room and you stay in the corner, trying not to be in the way as you watch the girls get ready. There are ten girls in total, five of them are dancing tonight, the other five are servers, but they still dress like dancers. They all wear equally revealing outfits, just like you and as you watch them move around so confidently, you start to get more and more nervous. What if Axel figures out you’re not a real dancer right away? Or if he notices the recorder pushed into your stomach? This plan is definitely not the safest you’ve ever come up with, and you are starting to doubt yourself now that you are so deep in it.

“Y/N?” you hear Harry’s faint voice in your ear. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” you breathe out and hearing his voice calms your nerves a little.

“Everything alright?” First you nod, but then you realize he can’t see you.

“Yes.”

“Okay. Are you nervous?”

“Very,” you admit with an awkward chuckle. Luckily, Harry doesn’t bring his usual cockiness out, feeling how serious the situation is.

“You can still come out and we can just go home. You don’t have to do this.”

“No, I want to do this,” you firmly answer. “Just… talk to me a little. Please.”

“Alright, I’ll tell you about when I wanted to ask you out to prom,” you hear him start and you can’t push a smile down as you sit and wait, listening to his soothing voice. “You were wearing this pretty white sweater that day and tight jeans, you looked so fucking good, Y/N. I saw you walking to your locker and you smiled at some random guy and I was instantly jealous.”

“Really?” you ask quietly.

“O, yeah,” he chuckles. “I told you, I had a crush on you. So I thought about asking you out, wanted to just walk up to you and casually ask if you wanted to go with me. But then I just watched you and realized that you probably wouldn’t want anything to do with me, so I just watched you get your books out of your locker and then you walked right past me, looked me in the eyes and I straight up felt my knees turn into jelly. Good thing I was leaning against the wall. You walked away and I never asked you out. Still regret that,” he admits and your heart flutters at his words.

As weird as it sounds, you remember that day. Especially because when your eyes met Harry’s you felt kind of the same. You felt intimidated and wondered why he was watching you so intently, but you would have never guessed he wanted to ask you out.

You see Sienna walking in, her eyes find you and you immediately know it’s show time.

“Harry?” you breathe out at last.

“Yeah?”

“I would have said yes,” you tell him before you follow Sienna out and the blasting music pushes down Harry’s voice in your earpiece.

The bright lights of the back are switched to the dim, red lighting in the main bar area, a dancer is already on the stage and the place seems packed for the night as all men are hungrily watching the girl on the stage, throwing dollar bills at her shamelessly.

Sienna pulls you to the bar and leans closer to your ear so you can hear what she is saying.

“He is in one of the private rooms, told him the dance is on the house to thank him for being a regular. I asked one of the guards to stand nearby.”

“Thank you, S,” you nod at her as she squeezes your hands.

“Good luck, girl,” she smiles a little bitterly before she shows you the way to the room where Axel is currently waiting for his private dance.

As you stop at the door you take a deep breath, staring at the doorknob for a moment, trying to brace yourself for whatever is about to happen in there.

“I’m going in,” you say, partially to yourself, but mostly to Harry so he knows what’s happening though you don’t hear an answer before you open the door and step inside.

The room is mostly what you were expecting, a small stage with a rod in the middle, across that a long, plush, deep burgundy couch. The walls are black, just the red led lights illuminating the place.

And there he is. Axel Morris is sitting in the middle of the couch, manspreading so widely like the asshole that he is, arms leisurely draped across the back of the couch as his hungry eyes immediately snap to your body.

Axel is big. He is a large man and you realize that the moment you see him. Though he is sitting you can easily tell that he’s tall and he is definitely bulky. Could end you in a blink of an eye and knowing that he is capable of murder is just an eerie thought that doesn’t leave you alone. But you suck it up and get into character, only thinking about one thing: help Harry out of this mess.

Music with low bass starts playing through the speakers as you make your way over to Axel who grins at you disgustingly, making it hard for you to keep the façade.

“Hey big boy, heard you’ve earned a dance for yourself,” you coo at him stopping at the edge of the stage as you keep eye-contact with him. You lean against the edge and spread your legs just enough to tease his imagination about what’s about to come.

“Hell yes, I did! Hope you’re a good dancer, babygirl. Haven’t seen you around here.”

“I’m new. But I’m really good, that’s why they sent me,” you smirk at him sweetly as you walk closer until you’re standing in front of him. He reaches out and grabbing your hips he pulls you to straddle his lap and it catches you by surprise but you don’t fall out of character.

“Then show me what you can do. What’s your name?” He licks his lips as you start moving, doing your best from movies you’ve seen with strippers in them.

“Crystabel, but you can call me yours,” you hum, grinding and bouncing yourself, completely unleashing your inner hoe. “Tell me, big boy. Are you as dangerous as you seem?”

“Oh baby, you have no idea,” he grins proudly.

“Really?” you coo, pushing yourself up against him. His dirty hands find your ass and you want to push them away so badly, but you let him have his way with you for the sake of the plan. “What’s the worst you’ve done?”

“Why does a pretty girl like you want to know about that, huh?” he cocks his head to the side, eyeing you with suspicion so you know you have to be careful.

“Because I have a thing for those stuff. I love pain and blood, it gets me off always,” you smirk at him teasingly, grinding yourself against him to divert his attention a little from the words spoken.

“Mm, yeah?”

“Yeah, I love that kind of stuff,” you moan, running your hands down your chest, his eyes hungrily following your every move and you know he is zoned out. It’s going perfectly.

“Well, I’m the perfect man for you then, babygirl. I’ve done all the things you can imagine.”

“Really? You are turning me on, big boy,” you murmur lowly, turning around for a bit so he can get a good glimpse of your backside as well. “Have you… taken anyone’s life before?” you bluntly ask, hoping you aren’t moving too fast and he won’t snap at you.

“Not sure I should be talking about that with you, pretty girl,” he smirks smugly. You turn back to face him, pushing your crotch against him as you try not to gag feeling his erection under you.

“I’m good with secrets, Honey. My lips are sealed,” you grin at him, stroking his oily face and try your best not to wipe your fingers into the cushion of the couch. Axel smirks at you, clearly enjoying the show you are putting on, his fingers are digging into your thighs as his eyes are practically glued to your chest.

“I’m a killer, babygirl.”

“Yeah?” you gasp, faking your excitement. “What did you do, big boy? Tell me, make me wet,” you purr biting into your bottom lip, pushing your chest out some more to distract him from his consciousness that might keep him from answering.

“Killed a guy recently,” he smugly admits and your adrenaline is high in the sky. You are so close to what you need!

“Oh my, sounds like a dirty job.”

“It was.”

“Saw it on the news a guy got killed not long ago, did you do that?” you smirk at him, his hand slapping your ass and you fight yourself not to punch him in the face.

“That Richards guy? Yeah,” he nods and you almost start screaming in your triumph. This dumbass really did just confess to you, because you had your ass and tits out for him!

“Cool. What’s your name, big guy? Wanna know who I’ll think of when I touch myself later,” you pant into his ear, you need him to say his name otherwise the confession might go to shit.

“I’m Axel, babygirl,” he grins, leaning dangerously close to you, he clearly wants to push his tongue down your throat but you push yourself away and up from his lap.

“Our time is up, big boy. See you later!” you sing and walk out of the room while he is still kind of zoned out.

The moment you are out, you start running. You can’t have him realize what just happened and stop you. Pushing your way back to the dressing room you grab all your stuff and spring out of the building. Harry is standing at the entrance, his ridiculous disguise is gone as he spots you with wide eyes. He probably heard everything and wanted to be there for you when you get out and as soon as you reach him he grabs your hand and the two of you run to the car. Right when you get into the car, you spot Axel running out from the front entrance and he definitely realized what just happened.

“Hey! Get back here you slut!” he shouts as Harry starts the car and you melt into the seat, scared of what’s about to happen because you see Axel reach to his back and the next thing you know is that he has a gun in his hand.

“Harry! Go!” you scream when you see him aim at the car and right at that moment, the wheels screech as Harry pushes the gas pedal to the fullest and the car yanks forward.

Your heart drops to the floor when a bullet shoots into the side of the car as Axel tries to stop the two of you. Harry takes a sharp turn and leaves the car park with full speed. You see Axel from the mirror, he is raging and keeps shooting after you, but he has no aim or whatsoever. You reach the end of the street and you feel like you can finally breathe again.

“Oh shit, fuck,” you mumble, chest heaving as you grab onto the armrest for some kind of leverage, your adrenaline is still pumping through your veins from the action movie-like scene that just happened.

“Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” Harry asks, eyes dancing between the road ahead of him and you as he tries to figure out if anything happened to you.

“I-I’m fine, he was just… fucking nasty to deal with you,” you groan at the thought of his hands on you. You’ll need the hottest shower after this, that’s for sure. “Go to the station, we gotta bring the tape in now,” you tell him as you reach into your corset. Pulling the recorder out you huff in relief, it’s been pressed into you for way too long. The tape is still rolling so you end it and then rewind it, checking if everything you need is on it. Luckily, it caught the whole thing perfectly, that means Harry is not going to jail. Well, not this time at least.

He is speeding down the streets as you get rid of the wig and put on your coat, you don’t want to walk into the police station dressed like a hooker and have the word spread that Robert’s sister has been making money some other way lately.

Arriving to the station you hold the recorder so tightly as if your life depends on it while Harry reaches for your other hand and firmly holds it in his warm palm. You walk inside and immediately spot Jeremy at the front desk. Letting go of Harry’s hand you run up to him.

“Jer, I got evidence for the Richards case! I got a confession on tape,” you beam at him holding the recorder up. He gives you a stunned look as he takes the recorder.

“Confession? How do you—“ He is cut off when you hear Harry’s voice from behind you.

“Hey! What the fuck!” he snaps and as you turn around you see that two officers are already on him, trying to handcuff him. Jeremy quickly forgets about the recorder as he joins in on strangling Harry. but you grab his arm and try to pull back.

“No! He didn’t do it! Listen to the tape!” you cry out, desperate to end this mess, but it feels like no one is listening to you.

“Harry Styles, you are under arrest for the murder of Dave Richards. You have the right…” One of the officers starts saying the usual speech as they drag Harry away while you are begging to Jeremy to listen to you.

“Jeremy! He didn’t fucking do it!” you scream, tears rolling down your face.

“What do you mean?” he asks giving you a puzzled look. It was Axel Morris! One of Hugo McKain’s men! They are trying to frame Harry!” you explain, while Harry is being taken away. “Harry, no!” you shout after them, but the officers don’t stop.

“Don’t worry, Y/N! I’ll be fine!” he calls after you before he disappears from your vision.

“Jeremy, please just listen to the fucking tape! I got his confession!”

“I’ll look into it, but I’m afraid Harry is spending the night here,” he sighs, looking down at the recorder before he walks away.

“Fuck, no!” you choke out.

When you finally stop crying you rush out of the building and call your brother, not even caring that it’s past midnight. He better answer your call or you are showing up at his house and start banging on his door until he opens it.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” he growls into the phone.

“Robert, they fucking took Harry in! I had the confession on tape, but they just wouldn’t listen, they arrested him!”

“Hey, slow down, what are you talking about?”

Taking a deep breath you tell him the whole story. The club, the dance, the confession and then how you came straight to the station but they arrested Harry without listening to you.

“Alright, you can’t do much now, Y/N. He is still a suspect but I’ll call Jeremy to look into the tape. If it’s found relevant Harry will be out in the morning okay?”

“Please come in early in the morning and make sure he is let out, please!” you cry out, feeling so helpless after everything that just happened.

“I will. Meet me at the station at six, okay? It’ll be alright. Go home, have some sleep and then we’ll make everything right in the morning.”

You do as Robert asked, go home, have a shower, wash the night off of your skin and lie in bed however you are not able to sleep, not even for a minute. You keep thinking about Harry and what might be happening to him now. They better get their shit together and let him out in the morning or you are losing your mind. You didn’t go through all this just to have him put behind bars anyway.

It’s not even six when you are already at the station, anxiously waiting for Robert to show up. You keep glancing up at the building, thinking about how Harry is somewhere in there and you can only hope he’ll be out with you shortly.

When Robert arrives he goes straight up to check out the situation with the tape and Harry. Waiting for him down in the hall is nerve-wrecking, you feel like time has stopped. When he finally appears again you jump to your feet running up to him with high hopes.

“The tape has been examined, it was classified as evidence. Jeremy has already put out an arrest warrant on Axel. Harry is no longer a suspect. He’ll be down once the paperwork is done.”

“Oh thank God!” you breathe out and throw yourself at him, hugging him tighter than ever.

“Look, but there is something I need to talk to you about,” he says with a serious look.

“Okay, what is it?”

“We might be able to get this Axel guy, but I’m pretty sure Hugo is already after the two of you. We have a whole team for him, working on catching him finally, but it might be smart if you just left town for a little.”

“Oh. Yeah, sounds logical,” you nod.

“Let me know if you need help with that. I can arrange something for you.”

“We’ll see. I have to talk to Harry first.”

“Harry, huh?” Robert smirks down at you knowingly and you feel yourself blushing. A lot has changed lately around you and Harry and you guess it’s quite evident for everyone else as well. “Just so you know, he asked about you during the night. Wanted to know if you are alright.”

“Yeah?” you breathe out with a small smile.

“Yes. Might have been wrong about him a little. Tell him I said hello, I need to get to work now,” he nods with a fond smile.

“Thank you, Robert!” you call after him as he waves in your way before disappearing in the elevator.

Waiting around in the hall you keep looking towards the hallway, hoping to see him appear finally, but the minutes are just dragging by way too slowly.

You’re impatiently sitting on one of the benches by the wall when you finally see him walking down the hallway, leisurely running his hand through his hair, a tired smile sitting on his lips when he sees you leap from your seat and launch at him, throwing yourself into his arms.

“Hey, hey! It’s all good, Love. Told you not to worry about me,” he chuckles, but holds you tight anyway, his arms wrapping around you as he lifts you off the ground, taking a few steps forward.

“Of course I fucking worry about you, idiot!” you mumble into his neck before leaning back you look at his pretty face.

“Yeah? Does this mean I had the right to worry about you last night?”

“You were?”

“Fuck yes,” he laughs. “You have no idea what it was like to sit outside and listen to everything that fucker told you. Wanted to punch him in the face so badly.”

“So heroic,” you grin at him, your face already inching closer to his, arms still wrapped around his neck.

“Only for my favorite stripper,” he winks at you, making you gasp.

“If you dare to bring it up again and call me a stripper, I swear to God I—“

You don’t get to finish your threat, because his hand snakes to the back of your neck and he pulls you into a hard kiss, his lips smashing against yours. Melting into the kiss you open your mouth for him without hesitation, his tongue meeting yours as he kisses you with so much vigor and passion, he makes you bend your back, leaning back as he holds you firmly in his strong arms. And suddenly, you feel like you’re seventeen again, making out with your high school crush in the school hallway, luckily, you are kissing the same person you wanted then.

“I’m fucking starving, babe,” he breathes out once you finally pull away from each other. “For you as well, but can we get some real food?” he asks as he laces his fingers together with yours, heading out of the station.

“Sure,” you chuckle. “Hey, there’s something we need to talk about.”

“Love, told you, you can handcuff me to the bedframe, I’m into that stuff.”

“Shut up!” you laugh smacking his chest as the two of you walk out to your car. “It’s not about that,” you murmur with a soft blush. “Robert said we should leave for a while, Hugo might be after us after what happened last night.”

“Yeah, thought about that myself too,” he nods as he gets behind the wheel without even asking if you want him to drive or not.

“So what should we do?” you question, sitting in the comfort of your car. Harry reaches for your hand and brings it up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles softly before he smirks at you.

“Have you been to Ireland, Love?”

“No,” you breathe out, a little stunned by the question.

“I have a friend over there, I’m sure he would love to have us there for a while. What do you say?”

“Are you for real? You want to go to Ireland with me?”

“Yeah, would be fun, don’t you think?”

“Okay,” you smile in awe. Even after that kiss you had doubts he would want to run away with you for the time being. But he is definitely planning to have you around longer. “Yeah, Ireland sounds fun.”

“Great. Then let’s head home to pack,” he smirks, starting the car. “Oh, Love?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t forget to bring your handcuffs,” he grins and you just laugh at his smugness before leaning closer to kiss him quickly before the two of you finally drive away from the station.

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👓 New Addition- Sir Nighteye x Reader x Child

[Sir Nighteye has settled pretty well into being a father and his child has some ideas on how to expand the family~ (Child is genderless so you can decide that as well~) Hope you enjoy~]

“Papa!” Mirai heard his child call from behind him, making him turn to look as they ran up to him. The Sasaki family was out shopping that day, school was starting soon and his child needed supplies and clothes. His wife was inside one of the stores and it seemed like his child had come running from where she was.

He knelt down to meet them as they ran up, catching them as they came to a stop, tugging gently on his tie. “What is it sweetheart?” he asked as they looked at him excitedly.

“Papa, I want to show you something!” They said, pointing down the crowded street. Mirai couldn't see what they were pointing out to him but he nodded, getting up and offering his hand so they didn't get lost.

“What is it?” He asked.

“It's a surprise!” they insisted and Mirai smiled to himself. It was always a surprise. They weaved their way through the crowd, the child practically running in their excitement. Since he was quite tall, Mirai could see over the tops of most people’s heads, and when he saw a small pet store and that they seemed to be going for it he began to get an idea of just what the surprise was going to be.

When they made it to said pet store, his child pointed eagerly towards the front window where there were puppies on display.

“Aren't they cute papa?” they asked, practically pressed into the glass, their little nose squished against it in excitement as they looked at the adorable puppies on display, some even coming over to them in their own ball of excitement. Mirai smiled a bit and nodded, patting the child’s head.

“They are, so many of them.” He said, looking them over. His child looked up at him pleadingly.

“Can we get one? Please?” They asked, folding their hands in a begging way, eyes big and teary in a way they knew would win him over in a heartbeat. Mirai wasn't the easiest on his students or his interns but dammit if his child could just melt his heart.

“We’ll have to ask your mother.” He said, kneeling down beside them and they pouted.

“What if she says no?” They asked and Mirai chuckled.

“Then it's no, but don't worry,” He assured them. “I'm sure she’ll say yes.” He said taking their hand again. “Why don't we go find her and ask hm?” He said, leading them away and they reluctantly followed, watching the puppies until they couldn't anymore.

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“A puppy?” You asked curiously. You were home, washing dishes with your husband when he posed the question. Mirai nodded, drying the plate you'd handed him.

“Our child has expressed interest in one,” he said. “They seem very excited at the prospect.” You hummed in thought, washing the next plate. You hadn't ever had a dog but you had friends and family that did. They seemed to enjoy it.

“Well, what did you say?” you asked curiously.

“I told them I would talk to you,” he said. “We make these decisions together,” he said. You couldn't help but smile. Mirai was a very respectful man and you appreciated that about him. You finished washing the last plate and handed it over giving him a nod.

“I think it's a good idea,” you said. “It'd be nice for them to have a furry friend to grow up with,” you said honestly. Mirai nodded, putting the last plate away, putting down the towel he was using to dry with before turning to look at you with a smile.

“Well, in that case, we have something to do tomorrow.”

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“Hmm…” your child was humming, looking over the puppies in front of them with an almost critical eye. Mirai and you were standing off to the side, watching them with amused expressions.

“It's like the bachelor over there.” You teased and Mirai chuckled, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

“They certainly are putting a lot of thought into it, they've been looking for half an hour.” He said watching them with a smile. He already knew what dog they would pick, he may have used his quirk earlier that morning to find out just because he was curious.

“This one~!” they said, lifting up a cute spotted dalmatian puppy that licked them happily, making them giggle. “Spot, I'm gonna call you Spot~!” They said, coming over to show you. You smiled and knelt down to pet the puppy gently.

“He’s cute, that's a nice name for him,” You said. “Shall we go pick out a collar and some toys?” you said and your child nodded eagerly. The three of you went up to the adoption counter and filled out paperwork, making it official as your child signed their name on the paper. They beamed when the adoption center lady handed the paper to them and congratulated them on being a new parent.

“Remember, this is a responsibility as much as it is a privilege,” Mirai said as your child leashed up the puppy to take around the store. They nodded and assured you they were going to take good care of the puppy, looking over the bags of food with the same critical eye they did when choosing the puppy.

You smiled and ruffled their hair gently, helping them pick out the best food for the puppy and then getting to the fun part; the toys. After picking out a few and a leash the three of you, now four headed back home. The rest of the day was spent getting the new puppy set up, making him a place to sleep in your child’s room, and setting up the bowls for his food and water.

Once the excitement of the day had settled down, you and Mirai settled in for bed, you brushing out your hair as he sat on the edge of the bed, looking like he was lost in thought. You looked at him in the mirror curiously. “Is something on your mind?” You asked.

Mirai sat up a bit, drumming his fingers against his knee. “Just thinking about our child,” he said honestly. “They're growing up so fast.” He said, sighing a bit. “I know they're only five but I feel like it's going to be so quick that they are all grown up,” he said looking a bit mopey about it. You smiled and got up from your vanity, going over to him and sitting in his lap, him immediately holding you close, a hand on the small of your back.

“I think your right, they are growing up fast,” You agreed, brushing his hair back gently. “But, I also think it's fun to see them grow so much, they are adorable,” you said and he chuckled.

“They are...I just hope they always want to be around us, what if they get older and decide they don't like us…” He worried and you chuckled, kissing his forehead.

“I don't think that will happen, we’re super parents.” You teased and he smiled a bit, leaning in to rest against your chest.

“You can always cheer me up, you know that?” He said, looking grateful for your company. You grinned and peppered his head with kisses.

“That's why you married me right?” You asked and he dragged his fingers gently up your back.

“Well, that and a few other reasons…” He said and you smiled, resting your head atop his. You liked the quieter moments like these when he didn't have work on his mind or had to be away. Right now all he was thinking about was his family and it was sweet.

“You know...” He said, looking up at you with a sly smile. “I think our child could use a sibling.” he said and you blushed, swatting him teasingly. “Is that what you want?” You teased and he nodded moving to pull you onto the bed with him.

“Yes.”

#sir nighteye #sir nighteye x reader #bnha x reader #mirai sasaki x reader #Mirai Sasaki

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years

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Sparks pt.2

Summary: Peter Maximoff comes back after a weekend at home to find Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters crowded and booming with noise. He decides to investigate and finds out that it's orientation day for new students. He sees you and immediately is head over heels, but in his attempts to impress you he embarrasses himself beyond belief and runs off before you can even introduce yourself.

You can read Part 1 Here

You and Kurt made your way inside the school along with a handful of other students. You had been assigned to Kurt’s orientation group, each current student was assigned to be a guide to the new students and show them around and help ease them into life at the school. When you first met Kurt he was telling you that one of the current students was away for the weekend so he had more students to show around than usual. You now assumed he was talking about Peter.

Kurt led the group through the entrance, doing his best to explain the history of the school but he kept getting distracted by the snickers that echoed throughout the group. He glanced over at you, a worried look on his face and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Why are they laughing, am I doing something wrong?” He had only been able to introduce himself to you personally before the orientation started so he felt more comfortable around you than any of the other students for the time being.

You shook your head and replied in a whisper trying your best to spare him of any further embarrassment. “Try looking in the mirror.” He gave you a confused look before turning to glance in the hallway mirror. He turned back right after still not realizing what they were laughing at but then immediately swung his head back towards the mirror. He let out an agitated groan. “Peterrrrr.” He licked his finger and tired his best to wipe off the doodle but all he did was smear it. His tail stood at end behind him, a clear sign of his anger. You felt a little bad for and a part of you was starting to understand why all the other student’s had a grudge against this Peter guy.

For the rest of the tour Kurt was agitated, trying his best to be professional about the tour but the constant snickers and students praising Peter on his antics didn't make it easy. You guys wrapped up your tour, coming back to the main part of the school where all the other students and their mentors were standing. Xavier was at the front of the crowd giving a welcome speech. He was basically recapping all that Kurt had told you before coming to the conclusion. “And you all must graciously thank your orientation leaders for showing you around today.” You smiled and Kurt and mouthed thank you, he mirrored your smile with an eye roll. “Some of your mentors are the best we have at this school. The X-Men.” Xavier motioned for those who fell under that name to step forward.

Kurt made his way through the crowd and stood up on the stairs behind Xavier along with others whose names you didn’t know. Xavier spoke up again wheeling up to the first boy in the line. “This is Scott Summers, better known as Cyclops.” Xavier tossed up an apple and the boy lifted his sunglasses up, laser vision disintegrating the apple before your eyes. Everyone in the crowd began chattering excitedly at the display of his powers. Xavier continued down the line introducing them and you tried your best to remember all their names and what powers they possessed. Xavier made his way to the end of the line and let out an exasperated sigh. “We actually have one more X-Men member, Quicksilver, but it seems he was too busy pulling pranks to show up for introductions.” The crowd let out a laugh.

“I’m never too busy for you professor!” A voice rang out from the back of the crowd. You turned around to see Peter sitting, rather relaxed in an antique chair. “Pranks or not.” He got up making his way through the crowd shaking hands with new students and introducing himself. When he got to you he opened his mouth to give a sly greeting like he did to the others but no word came out.

Your previous anger for the man seemed to fade as you finally got to see him up close. You felt yourself gulp, he was cute. You guys held eye contact for a second more before he sped past you, your hair blowing back at the sudden gust of wind. Next thing you knew he was up on the stairs, waving to the crowd as they cheered him on. He removed his googles and held his arms out, giving a grand bow. All the other X-men just looked at him with narrowed eyes. Xavier shook his head and turned back to address the group. “Here you will learn to control your abilities and learn that they are what make you special. With the help of myself and the X-men I hope you can find your place here.” He smiled warmly at the crowd. “Welcome home.” You cheered with the crowd, clapping for his speech.

Xavier dismisses you all and has your mentors direct you to your dorms. Kurt passed out cards to the students and to you. It has the room number on it in case you ever got lost. It also had the name of your roommate on it. Her name was Jubilation Lee. You prayed that she was going to be nice.

Your prayers were answered when you opened the door to your room. She practically leapt off the bed to greet you. “Hi! It’s so nice to meet you! What’s your name.” She sweetly smiled at you

Just being around her made you feel happy. You replied. “My name is (y/n) (y/l/n). “

“I’m Jubilation Lee, but you can call me Jubilee.” She took your hands in her’s. “I can already tell we’re gonna to be great friends!” You felt your smile widen. You were so happy that you were going to be rooming with someone like her.

“Yeah totally!”

Kurt left you two alone as he continued on with the other new students to show them to their rooms. You began unpacking, Jubilee insisted on helping you. And by helping she meant going through your stuff, but you figured she didn't have any mal intentions so you let her. “You have the newest Madonna record? I’m jealousssss.” You giggled as she rifled through the rest of your record, giving compliments here and there on your music taste. When she got to the bottom of your bag she let out a little giggle. “I didn't take you as a snack junkie.”

You stopped what you were doing and turned to face her. She was holding a handful of twinkies and hostess cupcakes. “I’m not. I picked them up from the floor.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Ew.”

“Not like that!” You defended. “I just picked them up after that kid dropped them earlier. I was going to return them to him.”

Jubilee tilted her head to the side. “That kid? Oh you mean Peter!”

“Yeah him.” You admitted, you smiled softly at the thought of him. Jubilee watched you smile to yourself at the thought of him.

“Oh. My. God.” She rushed over to you and slid on the floor, landing next to you. “You have a crush on Peter!”

You could feel blush staining your cheeks. “I do not!” You quickly got up and putting the folded shirts away in the dresser. Jubilee followed you, pestering you.

“You are blushing so hard.”

“I am not!” You squeaked.

“Are too.”

“I do not have a crush on him I don’t even know him.” You huffed. “But..”

“But?” Jubilee questioned a wide smile on her face.

“I do think he’s cute.” You admitted face turning red. Jubilee squealed.

“You guys would be such a cute couple.”

“Getting a little ahead of yourself there.” You laughed.

“I know but-“ Jubilee paused as you both heard a soft tap on your door. Peter peeked his head into the room, hand covering his eyes.

“I hope you’re decent Jubilee.” He said with a smirk.

“Shut up you Perv,” Jubilee said, throwing one of her hair brushes at him. He dodged it laughing. He hadn't noticed you yet.

“Professor asked me to tell you and your roommate to come to the main garden.”

“For what?”

“How should I know? I’m just the messenger.” Out of the corner of his eye Peter saw the stack of hostess snacks that Jubilee had taken out of your backpack and put on the bed. He sped over to it and picked one up. “Have you been holding out on me Jubilee?” He ripped one open and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth. “So good.” He opened another one tossing he wrapper onto the floor. He turned to Jubilee. “Gimme em’” He ordered with his mouth full.

“That’s so gross Peter, close your mouth when you’re eating.” She wrinkled her nose at him. “Besides, they're not mine.”

“Huh?”

“They belong to her.” Jubilee used her powers to create little firework arrows pointing to you, they exploded in a multitude of colors. You could have died of embarrassment, you playfully smacked her shoulder and she let out a little laugh. Peter looked over at you and suddenly the twinkie became hard to swallow. “Hey.”

#peter maximof x reader #peter maximoff x y/n #quicksilver #peter maximoff #peter maximoff imagine #peter maximoff x you #quicksilver x you #marvel #quicksilver xmen #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader #peter maximoff fanfiction #quicksilver xmen x reader #x men x reader #xmen fanfiction #kurt wagner x reader #jubilee xmen

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neonponders · 3 years

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Based on @lovebillyhargrove ‘s This Steve with This Billy. (original concept credit to @youfuckingdonut)

I’m having more success with mafia drabbles than my on-going mafia fics orz

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Steve didn’t know what Billy’s job actually was.

He knew the guy wore nice shirts and nicer blazers, suit jackets, and tuxedo pieces. He knew Billy had to be either the boss or close to it, because he only wore the pieces of a full suit or tuxedo. Steve wouldn’t be surprised if he burned every tie he saw. Always had too many buttons undone.

But he looked good. And he knew he looked good. He walked right up to Steve waiting in line with Robin at a cafe before it closed. They’d gone to a nightclub at the absurd time of 8 o’clock. Hey, no door charge because they showed up so early. They were drunk off their ass and sweaty by 11pm. He called it an efficient night out.

“I’ve never been so happy to have a box of stale croissants in my life,” Robin mused as the tired barista used the tongs in the glass display case.

Steve bounced from foot to foot, still dancing to the bad radio pop overhead. He cracked open his juice from the chilled shelves, since asking for a coffee five minutes shy of closing might get a wad of spit mixed in -

“You’re light on your feet.”

Steve didn’t think too heavily on it when he was drunk. Everyone was prettier when the brain behind the eyes was in some cups, just like all food tasted better. Maybe he should’ve devoted more brain cells to the moment. But that was a lost cause now.

He and Robin chatted and Steve apologized for his hand being wet with condensation and sweat when the guy offered a handshake. Even through the sparkly haze of alcohol, Steve could tell he gave Steve the time of day more than Robin, but they were on their way out anyway.

Steve might’ve said, “Well that was a great nightcap. He’s tasty,” a bit loud before the cafe door shut behind them. Robin coughed on her croissant and Steve guffawed and swiped it for himself before taking off down the street with her chasing after him.

But then Steve just kept running into him.

The guy from the cafe.

Walking into the park as Steve was leaving it. Strolling by the bank before Steve went inside.

With his designer clothes and his clean shoes and smooth, clean shaven jaw made ever so slightly tacky from skincare and lotion when it touched Steve’s face. Because he leaned too far forward over the table he was serving at his upscale restaurant job and

Time froze in a vacuum

Because Steve could’ve sworn he - Billy - lifted his face into the shadow of Steve’s neck. Inhaled.

It was a miracle he didn’t drop a plate or spill a glass. He dared the briefest glance but blue eyes pierced him regardless of the emotion behind them. Steve felt like a dagger tied on a string hung through his belly, lazily stirring his nerves and threatening to land dangerously in his groin.

He left the table before he made a fool of himself and all the company present. Large tables guaranteed large tips. He’d be set for the next month if he just didn’t fuck this up. He strode past the open-air kitchen and the ‘butler’s pantry’ area to hallway with the staff bathrooms -

Hands turned him around by his hips, surprisingly warm despite the thick poly-cotton of his white apron and the black slacks underneath.

The dagger fell.

The kiss was soft despite how ravenously Billy plundered his mouth. It was all Steve could do, to hold onto his nape and then wrap his arms behind Billy’s neck. He tasted like steak and amaretto and neutral sweet, like a man. Mewls and moans left Steve’s throat like he couldn’t stop them. Didn’t want to. Just wanted to drown in whatever this was.

Billy pivoted them so Steve pressed into the wallpaper. He hummed again as his hand found the clean shaven fade on the back of Billy’s head, his blunt fingertips petting and scratching there like he hadn’t known this man for more than an hour of collective encounters.

A sound left Billy’s chest. It hit Steve’s core like a pebble on a bell before he broke the kiss enough to meet Steve’s gaze. Clear blue eyes far more sober than Steve felt and probably looked. Wrecked with lust for this stranger who had money and means to always find him.

“A car’s going to pick you up later.”

Steve blinked with reticence, not wanting to leave this haze but already out of it.

“Get into the car.” The pad of Billy’s thumb touched Steve’s lip, light but insistent. He breathed, “Steve,” before leaving the hallway. Pleading. At least, Steve wanted it to be a plea.

But he was gone when Steve checked back at the table to top up waters and drinks. In singles and pairs, the group left until Steve was left to collect dishes and wonder who the hell managed their tabs. His manager answered that question for him moments later, by shoving a thick fold of cash into his apron pocket.

“Your tip from table twenty-three.”

“I didn’t see you get the bills,” he commented, intending to reach in and see what the high rollers tipped -

She shoved his hands away from his pocket. “You don’t take money out in the open, silly. Get back to your locker for that.”

Steve knew he never saw her with a pile of receipt folders with credit cards sticking out of them. But he went back to work and didn’t take inventory of his tips until closing.

That table might’ve spent $1200 on dinner and drinks.

Steve got $1100 in tips. What kind of math that was, he didn’t know, but he couldn’t fixate on it too much, because inside the fold of money was a piece of paper with a phone number. No name. Steve could assume it to be Billy’s but he didn’t know...

Get into the car.

Steve zipped up his coat as he stepped out of the employees’ entrance. He emerged out of the service alleyway to...a regular city street. No cars more or less than normal, and none of them stood out...

Did he even want to get in?

He almost shook his head, just to jostle his thoughts around. “Don’t be stupid, don’t be stupid,” he whispered to himself as he turned and marched his ass home. He didn’t know this guy: a person with a scary amount of recon on his life to be able to find him at any ol’ time. His dinner friends weren’t exactly a college reunion, either.

But he kissed like a god and tasted like one too.

He held Steve like he wanted him, and Christ, Steve wanted to be wanted.

The privilege of being craved.

He was wrist deep in shampoo with his eyes closed when he realized someone pounded on his apartment door. The panic of rinsing suds off his body as fast as possible, the terror of someone at his door at 2am, and the fury of pissing off his neighbors at 2am spurred him out of the shower and into a t-shirt on top of the towel around his waist.

God sure as hell could’ve been at his door and Steve would’ve answered it the same way.

“It’s 3am! Shut the hell up!” he hissed.

Billy looked equal measures of pissed and concerned, but he blinked and amusement crept in. He wore a long, swanky pea coat that looked soft to the touch. Steve was more preoccupied with moving out of his way when the guy strode right into his apartment.

“Why didn’t you let the car pick you up?” Billy’s gaze moved around the Spartan yet cluttered living room.

“Uh, I didn’t see one?” Steve sassed before he admitted, “Or...it’s a street? Lots of cars.”

Billy’s attention landed on him like he didn’t quite believe it. Steve stood in a towel with dripping hair, for god sake. Billy’s eyes raked over him as if he were putting together some pieces of a puzzle that Steve didn’t understand. Or was mundane life so difficult if you could just drop $1100?

Billy took his hands from his pockets and started removing buttery leather gloves. “Do you have a roommate?”

Steve felt like another dagger was about to fall, but where, he couldn’t tell. He inhaled and sighed, “No.”

“Who is that woman to you?”

Steve’s brows reached for his hairline. “You mean my best friend?” he challenged.

Billy laughed. Derisive and amused and...impressed? Relieved?

He threw his coat, jacket, and gloves on the IKEA couch and those hands found Steve’s waist again. “Billy?” he managed before he had those lips again. Before Billy’s hand found the base of his skull and encouraged him to tilt for better access.

Then Billy let a moan seep into his sigh. Their lips parted audibly and he breathed, “No one talks to me like you do. About me. To me. You-mmh.”

He took Steve’s lips again like he craved. Steve shivered against his erection brushing against the fibers of his towel.

“Can I finish my shower?”

“No,” he purred darkly, arm locking behind Steve’s waist as the other pressed a rolling hand to Steve’s front.

He trembled through a broken shout, panting against Billy’s lips and jaw, gripping his silk shirt at the risk of scratching the threads. Billy licked over Steve’s lips, and Steve was dangerously close to cumming right there.

“Billy...” he whined. He warned.

Bright eyes gazed steadily at him through hooded, dark lashes. “Keep saying my name like that. I’ll give you everything.”

#harringrove #ficlet #this steve with this billy #lovebillyhargrove #youfuckingdonut #for the non-americans: you take your bill and divide it by 5 #that amount is a 20% tip and what's expected #or so i've been taught #i'm queer and don't do math #anyway~#I HOPE YOU LIKE IT BABE #orz #mafia au #mobster!billy #waiter!steve #living his best life in the city

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squiggledrop · 3 years

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No Strings - Spencer Reid x Reader

Masterlist

Part 2: Frayed Ends

Part 3: Tying the Knot

Summary: Spencer and Reader have a friends with benefits arrangement. The only problem is, they both have feelings for each other. When Spencer admits his feelings, Reader doesn’t know if she can let herself give in to hers.- Song fic to Sex by Eden

Word Count: 4.1k

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: Angst, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Warnings: Sex (oral and penetration)

Three months ago you and Spencer made a deal. Both of you were in desperate need of some sexual release, so it only made sense to help each other out. However, before engaging in your sexual relationship, you made sure to set some ground rules. The most important one being: no strings attached.

For the past three months, everything had been great. You were more relaxed at work, and it was nice being able to find a sexual partner in a friend because it eliminated the awkwardness of finding a one night stand. Spencer was sleeping better, the horrors of his workdays didn’t seem as bad knowing he had someone to go to each night to let out all his frustration at the world. It was nice having someone, even if it was strictly physical.

The team had just gotten back from a case, and, like always, you drove Spencer and yourself to his apartment to let off some steam. When you stepped inside, Spencer pushed you up against the door causing it to slam shut. His plump lips attached to yours as his hands ran up your back. You shuddered under his touch and moaned into the kiss, giving him more access which he gladly accepted. He used one hand to grab your cheek and the other to trace the curves of your body. You ran your fingers through his hair as you pressed yourself further into him. He moaned at the added friction to his crotch and began massaging your hip, only intensifying the heat that swelled at your core.

He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his torso. You smiled into the kiss as he squeezed your butt, eliciting an endearing smirk from you. Spencer couldn’t help but match your smile as he looked into your glowing eyes. He began to trail kisses down your neck, causing you to moan, as he carried you into the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed and crawled on after you. He hovered over you, never letting his mouth leave your neck. Your moans grew louder as he began to suck, being sure to cover you with his marks. You ran your nails over his clothed back and began to squirm underneath him, desperate for some relief. He looked down at you and chuckled at how desperate you were. When he looked into your eyes, he couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful you looked underneath him.

“Spencer, please”, you whined, looking up at him with innocent eyes that you knew would always make him cave. You saw the desire and lust that fueled his eyes, and you could feel the wetness that pooled in your panties. He leaned back down and trailed slow, wet kisses along your jaw as his hands slipped under the fabric of your shirt, pulling it off of you. Spencer wasted no time in exploring your newly exposed skin and trailed his kisses down your chest, making sure to reinforce the faded marks that littered your skin from the last time you were together. Your moans grew louder as his mouth traveled lower. When he reached the waistband of your pants, he hastily slid them off of you, taking your panties with them. You shuddered at the sudden cold air hitting your burning skin, and shoved your hands around Spencer’s head, desperate for the warmth of his mouth to consume your throbbing pussy.

Spencer kissed your clit, causing your legs to tighten around his head, only for him to push your knees apart. He grunted and looked up at you, a fierce possessiveness radiating through his glare. Spencer loved seeing you like this, so vulnerable and desperate for him, and he wanted to make sure he could see all of it. He placed his hands on the soft skin of your inner thighs, making sure you stayed on display for him, as he brought his face back to where you needed him most. He licked up and down your folds and tightened his grip on your thighs as he felt you shaking from his touch. He lapped up the arousal that was pouring out of you, and then brought his tongue up to your clit and began circling around the nub. You were a moaning mess, jerking your hips to meet his face as you tugged the curls on his head. Spencer took your clit into his mouth, the feeling causing you to arch your back off the bed in pleasure. He could feel his pants getting tighter, you moaning his name and your slickness covering his face only increased his own arousal. Encouraged by your desperate gasps and whimpers, he inserted two fingers through your folds, smirking against your core as he felt your walls clench around them. He increased his thrusts while continuing to sweep his tongue around your pulsing bud. With him no longer holding your legs open, you squeezed his head between your thighs while drowning in pleasure he was giving you. His thrusts were hitting right where you needed, and you screamed his name, letting him know how good he felt inside you. He moaned into your core, intoxicated by the feeling of your legs suffocating him while your walls swallowed his fingers. The vibrations from his throat were what pushed you over the edge. You screamed his name over and over as you trembled. Spencer was only encouraged by this, making sure to lick all of the juices that flowed out of you.

When you finally came down, your mouth was hung open as you tried to catch your breath. You looked down to see Spencer’s fingers shining, covered in your release. He put his fingers in his mouth as he made his way up to you, making sure to suck off every last drop. You moaned at the sight and reached out for him, running your hands over his shoulders. Spencer crashed his lips against yours, moaning into your mouth. You could taste yourself on him and quickly felt your arousal growing again. Not daring to break the heated kiss, you began to unbutton Spencer’s shirt. You ran your hands over his toned chest as he shrugged off the shirt and threw it to the side. Your hands glided down his chest until you reached his groin. You cupped his bulge and began pumping him through his pants. His mouth hung open as he buried his head into your neck, whimpering at how good you were making him feel. He reached down and quickly unbuckled his pants, you helping him slide them off. His achingly hard member sprung up to his stomach, and you wrapped your hand around him, running your thumb over the tip of his member.

“Want you to ride me”, he said through a shaky breath. Spencer knew he wouldn’t last much longer if you kept your hand on him, and he desperately wanted to be inside of you when he came. You happily obliged, nodding as you let him lay down before straddling his hips. His arms reached around your back, unclasping your bra. Your breasts spilled out for him, and he tweaked your nipples between his fingers. You threw your head back in pleasure and lifted your hips so that your entrance teased his tip. His hands left their grip on your breasts and traced their way down to your waist. He began rubbing circles with his thumbs on your hips, and you abruptly sank your down, taking all of him in. You both moaned at the sensation before you quickly lifted your hips, only to come down even harder. Spencer’s grip on your hips tightened as he pulled you down and thrust up into you at the same time. Your breasts bounced along with your hips, and Spencer swore he could come at the sight. He felt his orgasm rapidly building, and flipped the two of you over so that he was now pounding into you. He quickened his pace, slamming into you so hard that you screamed in pleasure. Spencer was lost in the feeling of you around him, and his mind went foggy. Between the harmony of both of your moans and screams, he let slip the three words he knew he wasn’t supposed to say.

“I love you”, he moaned, into your shoulder. Your eyes shot open and you could hear Spencer gasp at the realization of what he said. The moment he let it slip he instantly regretted it. Despite having felt this way about you for so long, he knew it wasn’t what you wanted. Panic bubbled within him, terrified of you just shoving him off of you then and there.

You didn’t know what to do, but you were so close to your orgasm that you decided to just pretend you didn’t hear it. You scratched his back with your nails digging into his skin.

“Faster”, you gasped into his ear. You wrapped your legs tighter around him, pulling him in even deeper. He pounded into the spot that made you scream, and you were drowned in a wave of pleasure. Spencer felt you flutter around him, your warm juices dripping down his length, and that was enough to send him over the edge. He continued to thrust into you, letting you both ride out your orgasms.

When he pulled out of you, he quickly got up, terrified of how you would react to his confession, and went into the bathroom. When he left, you looked up at the ceiling in shock. The silent room never felt so loud. How dare he, you thought, he promised. He promised he wouldn’t let feelings get in the way. What you had right now was so good. You got to hang out with your best friend while having mind-blowing sex. Why did he have to complicate things? Of course, you loved him, but that wasn’t the point. You wouldn’t let yourself get hurt again, you couldn’t.

Spencer stared at himself in the mirror, trying to gain the courage to look you in the face. What was he going to do? He knew he loved you, he’s known for so long. He took in a deep breath and braced himself before going back into the bedroom. When he walked in, he cautiously went back towards his side of the bed. You didn’t acknowledge his presence, the only indication you were alive being the sound of your breathing. He climbed back into the bed and laid on his back, matching your position of staring at the ceiling, not quite sure what to do next.

And I said, "what's up?

What you been thinking?"

'Cause you've been staring at that roof so long I'd swear it's come alive

Heavy breaths filled the room as you and Spencer still tried to catch your breath. After what felt like an eternity, he finally looked over at you and noticed you were still staring blankly at the ceiling. The moonlight peeked in through the blinds, the silver light dusting your naked form. He looked you up and down, admiring the shadows that the curves of your body formed. The peaks of your breasts rose with each breath you took in. Spencer knew he messed up, but, he also felt relieved after finally getting to say what he had been keeping bottled up for so long. He bit his top lip, paranoid about what you were thinking.

“Are you okay?”, he asked. You took in a sharp breath, not really sure how to answer him. You kept your eyes glued to the ceiling, not daring to look at him. Obviously, you knew the answer to his question: No, Spencer. I’m not okay. Because you just told me you love me and I love you too, but I can’t. So, thanks for ruining this.

“I’m fine”, you deadpanned, willing the tears that pooled in your eyes to go away. You wanted to give in so bad. To turn your head and look at him. You just wanted to see the warm eyes that always made you feel safe. You wanted him to hold you in his arms and protect you from the rest of the world. You wanted so badly to just stay in this bed with him for eternity. But, that’s not how things work.

Despite your attempts to maintain a stoic composure, Spencer could see right through it. He always could. He could see the millions of thoughts swarming your brain and how hard you were fighting them off.

“(Y/n), you’re not. What’s wrong?”, he cautiously asked. When you still didn’t look at him, he went to touch your cheek, but you quickly turned away. You rolled over so he was facing your back, and he let out a breath in defeat. He knew this was his fault and that he broke the one rule the two of you had: no feelings.

From the start, you were adamant about your relationship being strictly physical. Spencer didn’t know the full story, but he knew you were hurt badly in past relationships and were hesitant to engage in another. You and Spencer had been friends for a few months after you had started at the BAU. You knew how complicated work relationships could get, but that didn’t stop the obvious sexual tension that formed between the two of you. Given your line of work, maintaining a prolific sex life was difficult, so, when you and Spencer hooked up one late night in your shared hotel room, it just felt right. It was convenient. At least that’s what you told yourself. You couldn’t bear the thought of losing Spencer because you let feelings get in the way as you had with so many others. Spencer was your colleague and friend, so after that first night, you had made sure to set some rules so neither of you would get unrealistic expectations. You both had promised to keep feelings out of, whatever you were, and just use each other for physical relief. The only problem was, both of you had quickly broken that rule. Spencer, however, was the idiot that had to say it out loud for the whole world to know.

And she spoke nine words

And now we're sinking

But I can't find it in myself to want to lie to keep this thing from going down

'Cause that girl took my heart

And I ain't want it back

“This is the last time we’re ever doing this”, you stated calmly, despite your mind yelling at you to just turn around and kiss him. You closed your eyes as you tried to steady your wavering breath. You couldn’t let him know how much it pained you to force those words out of your mouth. You couldn’t let him know that however much you were hurting him, it was hurting you even more.

Spencer, however, felt like you might as well have just stabbed him in the heart and then twisted the knife around for good measure. He wanted to tell you that he knew you loved him too. Because he did, and there was no way you couldn’t not be feeling the same thing he was. The way your eyes lit up when you saw him could only be explained by love. The way you leaned into his touch could only be explained by love. The way you moaned his name when you were together could only be explained by love. The way that the two of you could only get a good night’s sleep was when it was spent in each other’s arms could only be explained by love. At least that’s what he had to tell himself to not go insane at the words you just uttered.

And I should've kept my silence

But I guess I'm too attached to my own pride to let you know

That all these words meant nothing

And I've always been this heartless

And we were just having sex no I would never call it love

Despite how he yearned to pull you into his chest and never let you go while telling you all the ways in which he loves you, he was still a genius and a profiler, and he knew it would be pointless. His jaw clenched as he bit his tongue. He opened his mouth, trying to string together any combination of words that would get you to stay. He didn’t want to lose you and he would do anything to take back what he said.

“Look, I-I didn’t mean it. I just got caught up in the moment, it was stupid.” Spencer desperately tried to speak through his clenched throat and watery eyes. Your heart sank at his words. The thought of him not feeling the growing love between the two of you was too much. You knew it was selfish and that he didn’t deserve to be treated like this, but you loved him, and you didn’t want to do more damage than what has already been done. But, if he really did mean it, you didn’t think you could handle having to look at him knowing that he didn’t feel the same desire you did. No matter what either of you says, you know you won’t be able to pretend anymore. You wouldn’t be able to kiss him without wanting to say it back. You wouldn’t be able to hold him without never wanting to let go. You wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye without picturing a future together.

But love

Oh no, I think I'm catching feelings

And I don't know if this is empathy I feel

Just hold on

Remember why you said this was the last time?

You couldn’t believe how far you let this go and how deep you let yourself fall for him. It wasn’t fair to either of you, and you knew that. But, your love for him was also the reason you couldn’t give in. You couldn’t subject him to your pain. If you two were to succumb to your feelings and then break up, you knew the pain would be infinitely worse. So, you decided to maintain your façade of indifference. He broke the rule, and that has consequences.

“It doesn’t matter. I can’t do this anymore.” You felt the tears burning your face as they fell from your eyes. You quickly brushed them away, but the salty taste lingered in your mouth. Spencer panicked, the fear of losing you becoming more of a reality with each moment that passed.

“(Y/n)… Please, it’s just sex. Nothing has to change”, he begged. He knew it was a lost cause but he had to try. He would do anything for you.

So I guess it's...

Let die to let live

And what's good

When both choices I've got have us staring down the barrel to the bullets I can't stop?

Spencer’s mind was racing as he waited for you to say something, to do anything, to react at all. He didn’t care if you hurt him. He would rather live with this constant pain in his chest, your hand suffocating his heart every day if it meant he could still be with you. He couldn’t lose you. He could survive you not reciprocating his feelings and having to face that truth every day. He could survive the constant reminder that you didn’t love him and never would. What he couldn’t survive was not having you there next to him every step of the way.

What he didn’t know, however, was that you could. You could live with the pain of never being with him like this again. What you couldn’t survive was living with the pain while he was on the other side of the bed. You couldn’t survive him being so close, it being so easy to just reach out when you knew you couldn’t. You stared down at the floor, trying to build up the courage to make the hardest decision of your life. You knew you had to let him go. You had to give him a chance to be free of you and to be happy. You loved him so much. You loved him enough to know he deserved more. He deserved better. He deserved someone who could say it back. Someone who could reciprocate his feelings with passion. Someone who wasn’t afraid of hurting him. Someone who wasn’t you.

And so I stand off

Like indecision's Kevlar

'Til this fear of feeling stops and I'm done

You turned over and sat up on the bed. Spencer let out an inaudible gasp when he finally saw your face. He quickly closed his mouth, not wanting to allude to the tears that were on the brink of flowing from his eyes. You took in a shaky breath, bringing yourself to look into his eyes.

“No Spencer, it does have to change. You changed everything.”

That was the moment. Spencer saw the streaks that stained your cheeks from your tears. He saw how hard you were biting your lip, surprised you weren’t drawing blood. He looked into your eyes and he saw the love that you kept captive in them. That was the moment he knew you loved him too. But, that was also the moment he saw how much the love you shared was destroying you. He saw how much pain his love was causing you.

“But, I”, he sighed, pleading, shouting at you to stay with his eyes, “I don’t know how to forget you, (Y/n)”, he choked out. You opened your mouth to say something but quickly closed it. You looked at him for a moment longer.

“Well try.” You turned and walked out of the room, willing your trembling legs to support you until he couldn’t see you anymore.

Spencer wanted to follow you. He wanted to grab your shoulders and tell you that it was okay to give in to the feelings you were so afraid of. But instead, he stayed there in the empty bed and looked at the scrunched up sheets that once caressed your body.

You opened the door to his apartment and stepped out just before you collapsed on the ground in the hallway. You choked on your sobs, trying not to disturb anyone and give away your pathetic breakdown.

Spencer finally broke down. All of your memories together replayed in his head. He tried to figure out how everything went so wrong so fast. He wished he never said those three words. He wished you were still next to him. He let his gasps consume the room as he cursed himself for letting you walk away.

You leaned your head back against his closed door and pleaded that he would come after you. You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t help it. You had given him every reason to hate you, and you knew that. He had no reason to ever want to see you again. You scolded yourself because this is what you wanted. You caused this, yet, you couldn’t quell the voice in your head that yearned for him to open the door. You wanted him to grab you off the dusty wood floor and pull you into his chest.

Spencer tried to calm himself down. He tried to convince himself that he could get through this, that he could move on. He tried to imagine a future that didn’t include waking up next to you every morning. But, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t. Despite his vast knowledge of the theory of the multiverse, he could not fathom a single reality in which his future didn’t include you. He jumped off the bed and rushed towards the door, praying you hadn’t left yet.

You waited, arguing with yourself that he was coming, that he wouldn’t give up on you. But, when your violent sobs became a weak whimper and you were still alone, you realized he wasn’t coming. You got off the ground, trying to maintain your balance through your blurry vision, and left.

Spencer placed his hand on the cool metal of the doorknob and flung the door open. He frantically whipped his head around, searching for you in the hallway. When he didn’t see you, he quickly ran down the stairs towards the parking lot. But, when he got there, your car was gone along with you. He collapsed to his knees, the cold night air pricking his flush skin. He sighed in disbelief as tears began to fall down his face once again. You really left, he thought to himself, you didn’t love him and you had left.

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Worth Her While

When the Winchester brothers ask Rowena MacLeod to help them steal an amulet, she agrees -- as long as she can make sure that the case is worth her while.

Sam Winchester x Rowena MacLeod (established relationship), Dean Winchester

5800 words

Written for @spnfanficpond Alpha Reader Program, working with @mrswhozeewhatsis. AN at the end.

Every eye was trained on Rowena as she twirled from one Winchester to another across the dance floor. Dean’s warm palm lingered over her upper back longer than was necessary, fingers tracing the edge of her dress just below her shoulder blades. To everyone else, it would look like he was getting handsy with her. But she knew he was tucking the amulet down inside the top of her black cocktail dress.

Just like they had planned.

"Hello, boys," Rowena cooed when she picked up the phone. Sam's name was on the screen, but she knew Dean would be close by.

"So, get this," Sam said eagerly. "We've wanted to get our hands on the Aerie Amulet since we found mention of it in Black Grimoire we got from the Loughlins, right? It’s rumored to be a powerful tool against the forces of darkness, but no one has seen it in decades. Well, it turns out it’s been tucked securely away in a museum storage vault with the rest of the Carter Collection."

Rowena hummed noncommittally. Sam was always digging into the lore and looking for specific pieces of arcana. The two of them shared a fascination with occult objects but she didn't always keep track of every latest object of his interest.

Sam continued, speaking faster in his excitement. She found his enthusiasm so charming. "This weekend, the Carter Collection is going on display at the Brandt Museum for the 100th anniversary of Carter's death. We have a chance to get our hands on the amulet."

Sam paused, the phone line practically crackling with anticipation. "We were hoping you could help us."

Ahhhh. There it was. "You two are perfectly capable of making fake IDs and getting in anywhere. How am I involved?"

“See, there’s a reception to celebrate the display and we were hoping you could help us provide --”

"Distraction!" Dean cut off his brother. "You get dressed up all pretty, go in on Sammy's arm, everybody's looking at you, and I make off with the amulet!"

"Awww, you think I'm pretty?" She didn’t have to be there to know the way he would be blushing across his freckled cheeks all the way to his ears.

Rowena heard Sam chuckle once before he tried to stifle it. She could picture his face in her mind, and the thought made her smile. She knew the look he must be wearing --adored it, really-- the way he set his jaw, but the pop of his dimples always gave him away.

"Let me see what my calendar looks like," she answered. She was quite intrigued by what they were proposing but didn't want to seem too interested too early. “Of course, I’d come anywhere if it meant getting to see Sammy looking all rich and handsome.” She smirked, knowing both boys would be blushing now, for very different reasons. “I’ll let you know.” She blew a kiss towards the phone receiver and then hung up before she could hear Dean start teasing his younger brother.

Setting her phone down, she opened her laptop. Sam wasn't the only one who could research. Mention of the Carter Collection had sparked something in her memories.

There was an octavo, a set of folded pages, rumored to be from an ancient grimoire. Scholars considered it important from a linguistic perspective, but she was interested in it for her own magic.

It surely would not be that difficult to convince the Winchesters that they needed the pages in order to properly use the amulet. This caper could turn out to benefit her quite nicely.

The reception at the museum was scheduled for a Saturday evening. Rowena thought if she were going to go, she wanted to make the trip well worth her while. Not only with the octavo, but with a little getaway.

She saw no reason to haul her “exquisite ass” -as Dean once so aptly described it- the whole way to the Men of Letters bunker in Kansas, so she insisted the Winchester brothers book a hotel. Not one of their usual roadside dumps, either. Someplace with at least 3 stars and room service.

“I’ve changed my mind. Do we have to bring her?” Dean fussed over the phone.

“We need her help to authenticate the Aerie Amulet!” Sam answered. She knew without seeing him how he would roll his eyes.

“Plus, I specifically recall you needed me to look pretty,” Rowena reminded them with a musical lilt to her tone. It was so much fun to wind them up, both of them. While Dean was the one who had said it, she knew Sam would appreciate it so much more.

Her outfit was distractingly gorgeous, with a surprise just for him. She had picked out a black gown with a structured fitted bodice and sweetheart neckline that would lift her cleavage and frame her slender waist. The soft straps sat wide on her freckled shoulders, framing the angle of her collarbone right where Sam loved to kiss. The skirt fell all the way to her ankles, heavy satin hugging her legs under a layer of soft chiffon. It flared out at the hem and whispered delightfully when she walked.

The dress would draw everyone’s eye, and she loved it. Too long had passed since her last chance to get so dressed up and glamorous. But the best part was hidden, for only Sam to see - silky lace panties with ribbons laced over the cleft of her ass. Just thinking about his reaction had her pressing her thighs together.

Rowena checked into the hotel before they did. She wanted to take her time on her hair and makeup. That way, when the boys got there, she was strategically half-dressed. She greeted them at the door, the wide straps of her little black dress falling off her creamy shoulders. She smirked as Dean fled into the next room over.

“Oh, Samuel, can you help me fasten up the back of my dress? I can’t reach the end of the zipper.” She batted her eyelashes and widened her green cat eyes in her best imitation of innocence.

He pursed his lips. He knew better than to ever believe she was without motive but followed her into her room.

She turned to face the mirror, leaning forward to adjust the rise of her breasts in the closely fitted top. As she bent over, the zipper fell open well below the waist of her dress, giving Sam a good look at her panties - the criss-cross ribbon, the dimples at the small of her back. She watched in the mirror as his eyes widened and he fumbled for the zipper of her dress. She smirked. Her plans were coming together nicely.

Just before sunset, as the day began to cool, Dean pulled the Impala around to the front door of the hotel. Sam opened the back for her before slipping into the front seat. Both of the brothers were dressed in perfectly fitted suits, white dress shirts immaculate. They could definitely pass for rich museum patrons.

Dean caught her gaze in the mirror and gave a teasing wolf-whistle. “Mighty fine-looking lady you got there, Sammy.”

Rowena scoffed, tossed her hair back off her throat, and opened her mouth for a sharp retort. But Sam spoke first.

“I don’t think I’ve ‘got’ Rowena,” he answered dryly. “She’s made it quite clear she’s a woman all her own. But she does look nice.” He turned to smile at her over his shoulder. She smirked and settled back against the seat.

“Will we get dinner first? I’m hungry.” Rowena changed the subject. She wasn’t usually one to care much about meals, but she did have a reputation of being high maintenance.

“There’s food at the reception, lots of it,” Dean said as he caught her gaze in the rear view mirror. “I’m sure there will be time for us to eat before the heist.”

“You would know.” Sam turned to his brother, his tone light and teasing. “I’ll bet you googled the caterer.”

“Look, there’s nothing wrong with knowing what I can expect to eat!” Dean’s retort was quick, but his tone was playful.

Rowena grinned. It was so rare that they got to have fun on a case, and she found it strangely gratifying to see them prepare for a mission that wouldn’t involve killing. So often everything they did was so serious and weighted, life or death situations.

She couldn’t remember ever working a case with them where they all got to dress up and enjoy a glamorous evening out. She was seeing a new side of the Winchesters, and she didn’t mind it one bit.

Dean pulled up at the entrance to the museum, dropping off Rowena and Sam before parking the Impala a few blocks away. She entered the reception on his arm as he handed their invitation to the security guards. They didn’t blink -- Sam had done a good job with the forgery.

Once inside she took a deep breath and looked around. A string quartet played softly in the far corner. Everyone was dressed up, the men in suits and the women in beautiful cocktail dresses and glamorous gowns. Tuxedoed waiters circulated with trays of canapes, delicious-looking little bites of food.

One entire wall was a tasting station for several types of tequila, featuring the premium brand, Number Juan. She preferred champagne to tequila but smiled in spite of herself.

That should make Dean happy.

People were chatting, mingling, and a few were even dancing. It seemed that few people were venturing away from the reception to view the exhibits. That would make her mission easier.

Someone approached with a tray of champagne flutes. Sam took two and handed one to her before raising his in a toast.

“To success!” he said softly.

“And to celebrating afterward,” she purred, enjoying the flush that spread over his cheeks.

His gaze was drawn away when Dean entered the room. His invitation was just as flawless as Sam’s, but something made security give him a once over. Probably his cocky attitude, Rowena thought, although she knew well that he had charmed himself out of worse situations. When he was at last admitted, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Sam greeted his brother with a barely perceptible nod. Dean tossed a wink in Rowena’s direction and headed straight for the raw bar: a long table of seafood arranged on ice. It looked expensive and delicious.

The noise of the party ebbed and swelled as more patrons entered. Everyone looked rich, and most seemed more interested in mingling than in the museum itself. Rowena and Sam took advantage of the crowd to sneak off and search for the objects of her desire. Luck was on their side.

The Aerie Amulet hung on display, lit by a single spotlight. The octavo was in the same room, on the wall, under a thick layer of plexiglass. It was even tinier than she expected, each page smaller than a playing card. A counterweight would take care of the amulet while the octavo could be easily accessed with a screwdriver. Between the two brothers, they carried enough tools to handle this easily. .

Sam moved carefully around the stand that held the amulet, inspecting it from all angles. In the dim room, the spotlight of the display caught on the angles of his face, highlighting him to an almost otherworldly beauty.

There were many things that drew her to Sam. His thirst for knowledge, as well as his attention to and care for ancient mysteries, was deeply attractive. But he was also one of the most beautiful people she had ever met. In this moment, she was deeply reminded of all the things that she loved about him. Desire surged up through her veins.

She sucked in a deep breath, turning away from him to the octavo. As she inspected the ancient grimoire pages from every angle, she felt a pair of strong hands circle her waist.

“You know, we’re all alone in here.” Sam’s chestnut curls brushed her cheek as he bent over to whisper in her ear. She leaned back into his arms, savoring the warmth of his body against hers.

This close, she inhaled the scent of his cologne, starch on his shirt and, underneath it, his clean sweat.

Finally, she spun in his grasp to face him. Even in heels, she had to tilt her face to look at him.

Sam’s hazel eyes sparkled with desire. “You look amazing tonight,” he murmured, his voice husky and almost hesitant. “This dress….” He traced her neckline from one shoulder to the other, over the swell of her breasts, his calloused fingers rough against her soft skin.

“You look quite dashing yourself,” she answered, winding the silk of his necktie around her fingers to tug him closer. Their lips met in a kiss that was soft at first, then grew more heated with pent-up longing. Sam’s hand slid over the satiny fabric of her dress, spanning the length of her back to hold her against him.

She let her hands slip up into his hair as she kissed him, painted nails grazing his scalp. He hummed in a way that she felt all the way to her core. Without thinking, she shimmied her body against his, trying to get closer, pressing in where he was already hard.

When her gaze met his again, she saw fire in his eyes, thin rings of green and gold around lust-blown pupils. His hands sank to her hips, tugging her up to grind against him.

She pulled back reluctantly. “We can’t,” she said with a meaningful glance towards the doorway. “Someone else could walk anytime. If we get caught, we lose any shot at what we came for.”

Sam nodded, his lips falling open, although no words came out. He seemed focused on trying to pull himself together. His shoulders rose and fell as his chest heaved with each deep breath.

Rowena smirked to herself. Not that she would ever admit it, but she loved him like this. There were few powers on earth she enjoyed as much as bringing the man she loved to his knees.

“Please --” The word was ragged.

Yes, she had him begging.

“Soon.” She reached up and caressed his cheek gently before pouting her lips and moving away slowly. She spun on her heel, taking a few steps with a deliberate sashay of her hips.

Sam caught up with her in two long strides. He took her hand and led her back in the direction of the light and noise spilling from the reception. On the way back, she passed a ladies’ room and ducked inside to touch up her lipstick.

He followed her, giving the room a sweeping glance before locking the door behind the two of them.

As she bent over to check her makeup in the mirror, he closed in, all but pinning her to the counter.

“What?” She gasped in delighted surprise. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Just getting a little taste of what’s waiting for me later,” he answered, his lips soft against her ear. “If you’re going to tease me all night, you must expect that I’ll want to return the favor.”

Rowena hummed and pressed back against him. All her careful seduction was getting her exactly what she wanted. She took great delight in drawing out this domineering side of Sam, getting him all wound up and bossy like this. WIth her, he could be a whole different man than the nerdy younger brother most people saw.

While he spoke, he rucked up her skirt, long fingers gathering the dark fabric around her waist. One hand caressed the soft skin of her stomach and then lower, his touch like fire on her skin. His lips pressed a searing trail of kisses down the line of her neck.

When he passed the waistband of her panties, she gasped, arched her back, and widened her stance. He slid a foot between her heels to hold her open, and when his fingers found her slit, she whispered his name.

“Soaking wet for me, Ro, aren’t you?”

She nodded, breathless, as he began to touch her in the way she knew so well. She rocked her ass against him and his grip around her waist tightened, holding her close. She loved the way he made her feel, exposed and sheltered in his arms at the same time. When she was with him, she didn’t care about anything but him and all the things they could do together.

“Shhh,” he commanded her, low and firm. “What did you say about getting caught?”

She bit her lip to stifle the soft moans that she hadn’t known she was making and curled her fingers into his suited arm to hold on as an orgasm rippled through her.

Sam pulled his hands away slowly, making sure she could stand on her strappy heeled sandals. When she looked up at him in the mirror, he licked the taste of her slowly off his fingers. The sight of his hand and his mouth sent a shivery aftershock through her. He grinned, eyes glittering and dark.

Rowena’s painted lips curled up in a smug smile.

“You little witch!” he said, affection softening the words. Sam shook his head admiringly. “You always get exactly what you want.”

“Oh, yes,” she purred. “As will you, soon enough.”

She smoothed her dress down and took his offered arm as the two of them left the room.

“Hell,” a familiar voice said sharply. Dean was waiting for the two of them in the hall just outside the door. His eyes raked her over from head to toe. “You two are supposed to be providing a distraction. Not ducking into bathrooms doing, well, doing,” he sputtered, “whatever you were just doing in there.”

Before Sam could answer, Rowena spoke up. “If it’s a distraction you want, I’ve got this.” She lifted the fabric of her gown, breaking the flawless line of her skirt, leaving it just the tiniest bit disarrayed. She carefully tugged one strap of her dress down, so it fell just off the curve of her shoulder.

She turned to Sam and unknotted his tie with swift fingers, pulling it off and tucking it in the breast pocket of his jacket. Finally, she ran one hand through her hair. Her red curls fell in disordered glory around her face.

“Now, Dean,” her tone was clipped, “go. Get what we came for.”

When she stepped back into the room on Sam’s arm, heads turned. She heard the whispers of shame, not that she paid them any mind. Let them talk and be judgmental and jealous. No one else would have him in their bed tonight.

Sam led her to the area cleared for a dance floor. The string quartet was playing a soft, indistinguishable waltz and she swayed easily in his arms in time to the music. When she looked up at him, he smiled at her so gently that she felt warm all over.

He was so tall, so strong, and a skilled hunter. But when he was with her, he showed both a tenderness and an appetite for pleasure that she had never expected. He lavished attention on her and reveled in not only her physical beauty but also her mind and her own power.

In all her three hundred years, Rowena had never met a man who loved her like Sam. And, if she was honest, there probably was never anyone she had loved as much. She pressed closer and he tightened his embrace. For a long moment, her world shrank to just the two of them. Sadly, as much as she might like to pretend, this was a case.

He bent to brush his lips to hers and murmured so low only she could hear it, “Dean is back.”

She couldn’t hold back the triumphant smirk that crossed her face. Everything was going perfectly to plan. She would be leaving with exactly what she wanted -- an amulet for the Winchesters, grimoire pages for her, and Sam Winchester, once again, all hers.

She nodded as he lifted his arm and she twirled out, out to his fingertips - and straight into Dean’s waiting arms.

Rowena took his hand and felt a tiny packet in his palm. The octavo. She tucked it into her pocket next to her lipstick with a glancing motion. It took just a moment to fall into step together and then he was twirling her across the dance floor.

The music picked up tempo. To her surprise, Dean kept time with her every step.

“You know how to dance!” she exclaimed.

Dean gave her a half-quirked smile. “Let’s just say you’re not the first woman I’ve tangoed with.”

It was such a Dean answer, self-deprecation mixed with a little bit of mystery. Dancing with Sam had been intimate, but this was exciting. For just a moment, she forgot the plan, forgot everything except the enjoyment of dancing with a handsome man who knew how to move his body.

She felt his warm palm linger over her upper back longer than was necessary. To everyone else, it would look like he was getting handsy with her. But she knew, he was tucking the tiny silk pouch she had given him to hold the amulet down inside her snuggly fitted top.

Her eyes caught Sam’s and she nodded almost imperceptibly. In a few long strides, he was back on the dance floor, pulling Dean away from her.

“What do you think you’re doing, man?” Sam’s tone was frightening.

“Just having a good time, dancing with the lady!” Dean protested.

They shoved back and forth. Rowena stepped away, out of range. There was no question of distraction, now. The whole room was watching, waiters with their trays of hors d'oeuvres frozen in the air and musicians with their bows held silent over their strings.

Sam wound up and threw a calculated punch at Dean, who went sprawling backward, crashing into -- oh, shit. The raw bar. The table shuddered and tipped, and Dean fell to the floor in an avalanche of ice and seafood.

Sam stepped over to her, curled his arm around her waist in a possessive gesture, and led her towards the door. She glanced back at Dean and caught his wink.

As she watched, he picked up an oyster and slurped down the salty contents. He felt around for another and a lemon. There was a woman striding towards him, petite, with a black dress that hugged every curve.

“How dare you!” Her face was flushed beneath her freckles and her voice carried through the entire hall. “Do you know how much this cost me? I’ll sue you! I’ll end you.”

Security was right behind the catering manager, closing in on Dean. No one was watching the door, or Sam and Rowena, as the two of them made their escape. Outside, she hurried to keep up, taking two steps in her heels for every one of his long strides. They didn’t slow down until they had put a couple of blocks between them and the museum, turning the corner to where Baby was parked.

Sam opened her door before circling around the car and sliding behind the wheel. She collapsed on the leather bench seat, shaking with laughter. Sam looked at her, concern on his face, but her glee was contagious.

“Oh, my goddess,” Rowena finally managed. “That went far better than we could’ve even planned. Knocking over the table was --”

Just then, Dean flung open the door and slid in next to her, pressing her up against Sam. “Drive!” he said urgently, tossing a glance over his shoulder.

“Is the catering manager still chasing you?” Sam’s tone was even but she could see him biting back a grin.

“She’s just jealous that Dean didn’t eat her oyster,” she cracked, before dissolving into giggles again.

Dean looked at her for a long moment like she had lost her mind, before throwing back his head and joining in. She looked between the Winchesters. It was so rare to see them like this, teasing one another, flush with success, actually happy.

Back at the hotel, Sam tossed aside his jacket and undid the first few buttons of his shirt. Rowena was pleased that he left it on. That would figure nicely into her plans for the rest of the night. She stayed in her dress and heels, perfectly comfortable with being glamorous.

Dean popped into his room and returned in jeans and a t-shirt. He was still rubbing his damp, spiky hair with a towel when a knock sounded on the door.

“That’ll be room service!” He jumped to answer.

“Oh, no, did you not get enough to eat when you pulled an entire raw bar down around your head?” Sam scoffed, but a smile played around his lips.

The three of them gathered around the tiny hotel table, talking easily as they ate. When most of the food was done and cleared away (except for a pizza that Dean was saving for a midnight snack), Rowena cleared her throat.

“Now, for the purpose of our trip.” She turned to Sam, sweeping her hair up off her shoulders. “Can you get it?” His fingers slipped into the back of her dress and easily pulled out the bit of silk tucked there. He opened the pouch and shook the amulet into his hand.

“And the octavo pages from the grimoire?” he asked when she turned to face him.

“Oh, that.” She batted her lashes in the way she knew he found irresistible. “See, we didn’t need that as a companion to the amulet so much as I needed it.”

“You damn tricky witch!” Dean exclaimed. He leaned towards her, brows heavy. Then he sighed and shook his head. “Of course, there was something in it for you.”

“You got what you wanted, I got what I wanted.” She shrugged. “I don’t do these things merely for the pleasure of your company.”

Sam tipped his head. “She has a point.”

“Although speaking of getting what I want...” She turned back and laid one hand on the base of his neck, letting her fingers trail down into the open placket of his shirt. There was no mistaking her meaning, or the look on her face.

Sam blinked, color rising over his high cheekbones. His hand closed over hers, fingers dwarfing hers.

“Speaking of the pleasure of her company,” Dean snarked as he pushed back his chair and stood up. He grabbed the pizza and headed to the door. As he left, he called back over his shoulder, “Please remember that I’m right next door.”

When she and Sam were alone at last, he lifted her easily onto his lap. She felt his hands warm and solid on her back, her waist, her thighs, pulling her in and holding her close. She slipped her arms around his shoulders and twisted her fingers in the curls at the back of his neck.

She ghosted her lips over his jawline, down his neck, and lapped at the slightly salty taste in the hollow of his throat. “It’s not often I get to spend the night with such a handsome man,” she whispered, feeling his pulse under her kisses.

“And you...” He slid a hand under her chin, tilting her gaze up to meet his. “You’re always beautiful, but tonight, you’re on another level. This dress --”

“Would you like to take it off me?”

“Oh no, my gorgeous little witch,” he answered, an edge of command in his voice. His eyes were wide, and she could see his pulse beating fast in his throat. “I think I’ll have you just like this, at least the first time or two.”

He stood up, lifting her with him, and set her down in front of the desk in the room. When her heels touched the floor, he spun her around so they were both facing the mirror, and their glances met in their reflections.

“I’m ready to finish what we started earlier. Let me get a good look at those lacy little things you’ve got on underneath.” His lips brushed the shell of her ear, his voice low and urgent.

Rowena eagerly obeyed, and he carefully ran his fingers over the lace and ribbon, caressing her hips and ass through the soft fabric. She bucked back, shimmying against him where he was hard in his dress slacks. Finally, he undid his zipper and reached between her legs. Tugging her panties aside, he notched his cock up against her.

“Please,” she murmured.

“Now who’s begging?”

She didn’t answer, just arched her spine and braced her hands on the desk, letting her skirt fall down around them both. She whimpered, low and open, as he rocked into her. His hands slid up over her waist to cup her breasts through her bodice. He worked her nipples, dragging satin between his calloused fingers. She threw an arm back around his neck to hold him close and keep herself steady.

She craned her face towards his and he kissed her without ever slowing his thrusts. She moaned his name as her knees began to shake. He held her up with strong arms, whispered encouragement and praise as she came, clamping down around him.

He spun, and laid her softly back against the bed, kneeling between her legs. He unbuckled her delicate heels, one at a time, and then began to kiss his way up from her knees. She loved that and he knew it, the delightful shivers of anticipation and the brush of his lips on sensitive skin. He pushed her skirt higher and higher until he buried his face between her thighs.

Rowenae was still wearing those laced-up panties, soaking wet and completely ruined, when he lowered his mouth to her. At first, he teased her, licking at her through the lace, but she was quickly growing impatient. Finally, he pulled them off and tossed them aside.

The first touch of his lips sent a wave of sensation through her body, already keenly sensitive from arousal. She moaned, and rolled her hips up towards him, begging for more. He raised his head and smirked, disheveled and sweaty in his wrinkled white dress shirt, before he pressed back in. She reached for him, lacing her fingers in his hair, holding him close as she bucked and gasped under his attention.

“There,” she panted, “More.” As he increased the pressure with his mouth and his hand, her words unraveled into obscene pleas and curses. One hand yanked his dark soft hair while the other twisted in the sheets. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly where and how to worship her until she closed her eyes and gave in to the wave of an overwhelming orgasm.

Sam stretched out next to her while she tried to catch her breath. After a long moment, she turned to face him as her eyes slowly fluttered open. He cupped her chin in his hand, running his thumb over her mouth. The first thing she said as she looked up at him was, “You’ve completely wrecked this dress.” He smiled down at her, lips wet, and helped her sit up.

“In that case,” he answered, “I guess we’d better take it off.”

They undressed one another slowly, touches lingering over one another's bodies. She pulled off his shirt and slacks, then he carefully undid her dress and helped her out of it. When they were both stripped bare, they lay back on the bed in one another’s arms. He trailed his hands over her porcelain skin, tracing her freckles where they stood out against her flushed chest, then down lower to her belly and thighs.

“I’ve been thinking about you like this all day,” he admitted.

“Are you sure it's been all day?” she teased, enjoying the attention and the power she had over him. “Are you sure you weren’t thinking of this when you asked for my help with this case?”

“Maybe I was,” he answered as he rolled over her, caging her in with his long, muscular arms. “A little bit of me is always thinking of this. Can you blame me?”

She shook her head and opened her mouth to answer, but the only thing that came out was, “Oh, Sam!” as he slid back into her in one strong motion. He fit her, filled her so perfectly, and then he started to move.

The two of them found a rhythm, sweat-slick bodies finally pressed against one another with nothing in between. He filled her, pushed her, so perfectly, and she took every inch of him over and over. She could feel another orgasm building slowly, and she was breathing hard, relishing every spark of sensation.

“Ro,” he bit off the words, his tone demanding. “Don’t tease. Come for me.”

She lifted her feet up, locking her ankles over his ass, so he could go in even deeper, and hit that perfect spot. She whined and swore as her back bowed, grinding up against him, fingers digging into his back as he carried her higher and higher.

He dropped his head, damp silky strands brushing her face, as he sucked bruising kisses over her neck and shoulders, teeth just grazing her collarbone. That little edge was all it took, and she obeyed his command, letting go under him, crying out, falling away except for his strong arms around her.

Sam groaned and gave in to his own orgasm at last. When they both stilled, breathing hard, Sam rolled to his side, tugging her with him. He pulled back just far enough to look at her, to cup her cheek in his hand. She let her eyes flutter closed for just a moment, heavy lashes brushing his fingertips.

“I’m sorry about your pretty dress, my love,” he said softly.

She laughed at that and looked back up at him, a teasing glint in her eyes. “I’m not. It served its purpose.”

“Was the purpose to acquire the amulet or to seduce me?” Sam grinned, easy and relaxed, his dimples deep.

“Mmm, maybe both. Besides, you paid for it with one of your stolen credit cards.”

Sam’s brows rose as his grin widened. “Well, I guess we can call it a necessary expense for the case, then. Something pretty to make this all worth your while, right?”

His mouth closed over hers again and there were no more words necessary. Very worth her while, indeed.

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Author’s Note

First of all, every thanks to @mrswhozeewhatsis. The minute I saw you were the Alpha Reader for July, I knew I wanted to try. Working with you has been even better than I’d hoped - you’ve pushed and prodded, commented and suggested, read and reread and reread. Along the way I’ve laughed a lot, learned a lot, and I feel I’ve gained a friend!

Second, thanks to @mskathywriteswords who gave it a good read and pointed out a couple of things I missed. Thanks for knowing my writing and me so well!

Finally, thanks to my Squad who discussed the reception in great detail, especially the food and drink and one certain catering manager: @thoughtslikeaminefield, @there-must-be-a-lock, @mskathywriteswords, @cracksinthewalls, @itmighthavebeenintentional, @fookinghelljensensthighs, @icemankazansky, @littlegreenplasticsoldier, @dawnie1988, @stusbunker, @lastactiontricia

I love you all and can’t imagine my life without you.

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Dean Curious: @adoptdontshoppets @awesomesusiebstuff @deangirl7695 @deans-baby-momma @lovealways-j @mrsjenniferwinchester @stoneyggirl @wayward-gypsy

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