#let’s talk greg <3333

[ssahotchnerr]

writings! part two of my masterlist <3

part one -> here

* - contains explicit sexual content minors dni

✽ - suggestive content

aaron hotchner <3

we’ll be okay

collisions

sunscreen

let it out

personal heating pad

kisses at 3 am

friendly competition

newest addition

to your rescue

all thanks to you

thoughtfulness

finishing touches *

dozing off

gentle reminders

the horrors of math

calling bullshit

according to plan ✽

monsters

keep the light on

dad’s way

routine and a tease ✽

makeshift

soak it in

unconditional

enough

unwilling to part

perfect pair

simultaneously

celebrated

cooking up trouble ✽

unreservedly

everything

new traditions

baby steps

bittersweet remarks

distractions ✽

hidden efforts

when easy isn’t easy

something special

making spirits bright

lovestruck and eggnog ✽

well worth it

uncharted territory

making memories

personalized

something exhilarating

too married

imaginary

take the bench

like dad does

public displays of affection ✽

the parentals

off guard ✽

stay with me

not so friendly competition

the one

priorities

speculation

my hero

stains

sleep deprived

brad’s back

it’s a date

falling for you

a good morning

standard parenting

on hiatus -> the following morning

sick day

wishful thinking -> we make sense, don’t we?

endearments

knowing you

tells

nightmares

remedies

in comparison

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greg montgomery <3

nothing yet!

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[ssaaaronmontgomery]

what about no.12 “I’m pregnant.” 👀 “i’m in a mood today you already know it and it’s YOUR fault) with greg or aaron your choice <3333

Unexpected Change

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, nervous reader, fluff, sweet boy Greg being a sweet boy as usual.

Word count: 731

Pairing: Greg Montgomery x fem!reader

A/n: Hehe yes it's definitely my fault 🤭🩷. Ily bestie thank you for sending one in and how did I have the motivation to get this done so quickly?? We may never know 🤷‍♀️. Not proofread :,)

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner

You can hear the front door open and close followed by footsteps that wander around your home. You knew he was walking around looking for you but you were too nervous to call out to him. This wasn't in the plan. At least, not yet. It was supposed to be a couple years away and you didn't know how he'd react. Realistically you know he will most likely be thrilled after the initial shock. But you've had enough time to overthink and freak out that you have let all of the worst outcomes cloud your mind.

He walks into the bedroom to see you sitting on the bed. He grins and flops down next to you.

"Hi honey." He smiles and kisses your cheek. You try to smile back but it disappears as quickly as you force it onto your face. You mumble and glance at him "Hi." It immediately concerns him because this is far from your usual self when he's just gotten home and it makes him sit up to look at you.

"What's wrong?"

"Greg, we need to talk."

"Okay. What is it, sweetheart?" He places his hand on your back and rubs some soothing circles there.

You know he wants to have kids with you someday. Someday. It wasn't supposed to be starting yet. It was supposed to be planned. You don't really know how to tell him so you just say it.

"Greg, I'm pregnant." You look at him with an apprehensive expression on your face. You're met with his blank expression that quickly forms into a look of shock.

"What?"

"I'm pregnant. A baby. Inside me."

"Yeah, that's what I thought you said. I heard you but I just- it's not what I was expecting you to say."

You look at him for a moment and it looks like he's trying to take in the new and very unexpected information. You can't tell what he's thinking or what he's feeling but he's still rubbing circles on your back.

"Are you upset?" That question immediately snaps him out of his thoughts and he's looking at you with a smile.

"No. No, honey. Of course I'm not upset. I'm happy. I was just surprised, that's all. Are you? I know we planned for this to happen a little while from now but I'm not mad or upset that it's gotten here sooner than expected." He's still giving you that smile. The one that's big and bright that makes your heart flutter. His eyes look like they're shining. Glimmering with something. They look like that often when he looks at you but now it's like it has multiplied times infinity.

"I'm not upset I was just nervous about how you'd react. But I'm happy about it now that I know you are." You let out a sigh of relief and now it's easier to give him a real smile.

"Honey, why would you be nervous about that? You know I want us to have kids. Yes, it's a little early but that doesn't mean I'm not happy. I'm ecstatic! I'm thrilled! I'm gonna be a dad!" Now he's starting to sound much more excited and it's very genuine. He grabs you and gently pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead. "We're going to have a little Montgomery running around here. I'm going to be a father. And you're going to be such an amazing mother! I'm so happy, sweetheart!" He pulls back and kisses you. "So so happy." He grins and pulls you back in for another hug. Now you're feeling just as happy as he is knowing that he wants this.

"We have to start planning! We have to get a crib! And toys! And we're going to need children's books for bedtime stories! And-"

"Okay okay. Greg I think we're getting ahead of ourselves. Let's slow down." You chuckle at his excitement and run your fingers through his hair which causes his thoughts to immediately slow down as he leans into your touch. "Okay. Yeah, you're right. Okay. I'm just really excited. I'm gonna be a dad." He's still got that huge grin spread across his perfect face. "You're going to be a great dad."

You should've known he wouldn't be upset. He's always wanted a family with you. Even if it happens to be a little earlier than either of you had planned.

[yxkanna]

Positivity anon here! Could I ask you to shout out to your five fave blogs? Just to make someone smile today and let them know you love their blog! Maybe even say a little about why!

positivity fairy !!! // anonymous

HI YEA SURE UHHHH

@draconisa / @fairytaletold obsessed with dani and everything she does. dany is such a fun and funky fresh take on got canon and i love her for it. all the little bastards on the multi have me in a fucking chokehold obviously. such a talented writer, such a lovely person to talk with, i’m always having a giggle whenever dani BLOWS UP my activity feed liking everything i’ve posted fbbfdj what’s not to LOVE

@miidnighters brodie my beloved !!!!!! such well thought out ocs that are all a joy to write with or read on the dash. great person to talk to when ur struggling at the airport AND ALSO in general hfbfnfjd ily

@fangmother one of the first people i was writing with over on the Beasts and boy am i glad for it !! hunter is awesome and funny and swagtastic 😎 and rainer needs to get put through a wood chipper and sprayed all over me <3

@lcngdays ALSO one of the first people i was writing with over on the Beasts and i am still obsessed. grabbing june by the leg and swinging them around helicopter style. such a delightful little menagerie of muses over there, cannot recommend enough !!

@mystiika i will never in my LIFE have enough good things to say about greg. he’s the one mutual i have leftover from before i remade and !!!! everything i now know about t.een wolf is from him FBFBDJD isaac is nick’s HUSBAND !!!!! greg is my RIDE OR DIE !!!!!! i am tucking them both under my arms like footballs and toting them around. so many other amazing amazing ocs and canons over there too <3333

also honorable mentions are @kxllerblond, @kurjaks, @demonstigma, @spungolden, @fcllederage, @vvhiskeyneat, @velvetineblue, @freekzout / @hungryyheart, @fuckedcowboy / @fuckedprophet / @hollowtissue, @soulmissed, @painofhumanity, @coinquinatvs ……….. u r all such a lovely presence on my dash and/or dms regardless of whether we’re actively writing together rn or not and i am going mwah mwah mwah to each of u !!!! ok thanks

[imreszekeres]

Greg Great Death ❤️

MY FIRST GREG LOL

I LOVE U SO MUCH NOAH!!!!! I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A WONDERFUL WEEKEND, LET'S TALK SOON MY DEAR <3333

[trrriple-rrr]

Greg Lestrade/Reader - Werewolf!AU - NC-17

When 3333 words turn into nearly 5000... the wonderful and generous @atoffandhisbobby won the story I offered for the @rupertgravesbirthdayproject 2019 and gave me this prompt which I have secretly wanted to write for ages. Thank you again for your generous bid for the story and your donation to the Trussell Trust!  (This story is posted here with the winner’s permission.)

Warnings: mentions of blood and bodies

***

You will never get used to this. The weird feeling as if, just for a few seconds, your world is turned upside down and you feel incredibly queasy. It’s the feeling that you get every time your phone is ringing in the middle of the night, waking you up in seconds, with the growing knowledge that something horrible has happened. Again.

It has happened more and more lately. You know it comes with the job – the late night calls, the horrible news and sights – but you didn’t expect it to feel quite like this.

You sit up, swing your legs out of bed. Adrenaline is already pumping through your veins, making you feel instantly awake and a little bit lightheaded.

You answer the phone and start to get dressed immediately.

It has happened again. New bodies have been found. In the very early morning hours. Just dead for a few hours at most. The scene would be horrible, as bad - if not worse, than the other ones. You could hear the tremble in the voice of the operator calling you. They all feared the next call, the next murder.

You brush your teeth hastily and splash some water into your face. That’ll have to do. The sun is slowly starting to rise, tinting the sky in a beautiful blueish-grey. You almost wish it was still the middle of the night, the sights of these murder scenes just do not seem to fit to an early summer morning.

When you arrive at the scene you can see the blue lights of the police cars flashing before you can see any person. The sight of the ambulance makes your stomach clench. They will leave soon. There is just nothing they can do here.

They are waiting for you already. Holding up the tape securing the scene. You duck and nod to the young DC. He’s looking pale but he’s trying his best to keep it together. You push your shoulders back and swallow hard. If this young guy can do this – you can too.

“He’s here already.” The DC nods over to where the bodies are lying, not yet covered by the gleaming white sheets.

He. Detective Inspector Lestrade.

“Thank you.” You give a terse nod and smile (that probably looks more like a grimace) to the young DC before walking to the figure kneeling next to one of the bodies.

“Lestrade.” You call out, focusing on him rather than the sight before you. It’s easier for the moment.

The man before you gets up in one smooth motion. You haven’t worked with him before but you knew they’d call him to work the case soon. You have heard the rumours about him, of course. Everyone in Scotland Yard has.

DI Lestrade was known for taking the most difficult and grisly murders. And he was known for solving them. He was working harder than ever and he was successful. Which came as quite a surprise to some people since they expected Lestrade to fail, now that his friend and “Consulting Detective” Sherlock Holmes was dead. But Lestrade did not fail. He threw himself into his work, not taking any time off till the DCI forced him to.

But after his return from his holiday things just seemed to get worse. Lestrade came back looking tense, almost haunted. He wore his hair shaved close to his head now. It suited him. A lot. But it also made him look…harder. You know people are saying that his grieving for Holmes was slowly driving Lestrade round the bend but you aren’t one of them.

The man standing before you is hurting. You can see it in his eyes. But he is also determined and he is really pissed off about what had happened here. It still touched him. And you knew that he’d not give up till he’s found the ones responsible for this: the pain, the blood, the grief someone was suffering because of this.

“Two people. Again. Male and female.” Lestrade says instead of a greeting. He also doesn’t hold out his hand. He’s wearing gloves and the golden early morning sunshine gives his eyes a yellowish gleam.

You swallow hard and let your gaze wander over the scene. You can think about Lestrade later. Now you’ve got work to do…

*

“You should get some sleep.” His rough voice pulls you out of your thoughts. You cross your arms in front of your chest before you slowly turn around. It has been almost 24 hours since the newest murder. The light of the moon shining through your office window was almost enough to light up the room. The full moon was close. Your eyes had been hurting so you’d just turned off the lamp on your desk for a while, watching the dark river through your window instead. Your thoughts were flowing slower than its black waters right now.

“I can’t sleep.” You say quietly. It seems very intimate to admit that to him. The silver moonlight paints shadows across his face and the pictures taped to your walls. The blood on them looks as black the Thames’ waters.

He just nods and scratches his face. The rasping sound that’s making tells you he needs a shave. You are smart enough not to tell him to get some sleep himself. His gaze is wandering restlessly over to the windows. You just watch him leaning against your doorframe, his muscles bulging under his shirt as he copies your stance and crosses his arms as well.

“Are you hungry?” The sound in his voice is gruff but you know that he does not want to be alone right now. You feel yourself nodding before you can figure out when you had your last meal. You don’t want to be alone right now either.

“Come on then.” He says and walks away and you follow him quickly.

He takes long strides walking down the corridors. You almost stumble into him when he stops in front of his office and holds the door open for you. You expected to get some food in the cafeteria.

His office almost looks like yours. The same pictures on the walls, the same desk, the same lamp. He turns on the light. He had closed the heavy drapes in front of the windows. It makes his room look like a cave.

“Here. I got some sandwiches. I hope you eat meat?” He says and lets himself fall into his chair. You just nod and try not to look at the pictures behind you.

“Thanks.” You say when he gives you one half of his sandwich that he takes out of a Tupperware container in his drawer. “This is really good.” You smile and take a large bite of his cold steak sandwich.

“Thanks. I did not make it.” He says with a grin. “But I guess that’s not surprising.” He says and takes a large bite himself, wolfing down his sandwich in three bites.

“Hm. Maybe.” You just grin back and wonder when the last time he had eaten was.

“A friend of mine made it. She…is very concerned about me. Wants to make sure I eat…right. And keep healthy. She’s a doctor.” He shrugs and grins again. You like seeing it. You can tell that he’s thankful for his friend.

“Then tell her that this is great.” You smile and finish your sandwich.

“You can tell her yourself. You’ll see her tomorrow. She’s the forensic doctor.” He says and his eyes get that yellowish gleam again as he watches you.

“Oh.” You say and just hold his gaze. You won’t give him the satisfaction of appearing shocked. “I will tell her that then.” Tomorrow. Today. You’d get the forensic report and the obvious result that these new murders were the work of the people you were looking for four month already.

“Eight dead.” Lestrade seems to read your mind and you nod. “Yes. But they are not acting any quicker. About every four weeks there is a new murder. Makes me think they are acting after some personal calendar.”

He just looks at you and nods slowly. It takes a while till he speaks again and when he does he talks about the places the bodies have been found. You just know that he has figured something out…and that he’s keeping it from you…

*

The forensic report tells you exactly what you expected. Ripped limbs, bite marks, cuts and scrapes…methodical killings. The victims suffered a lot.

Your stomach turns and you leave the morgue to get some fresh air. You know Lestrade is throwing you a look but he doesn’t follow you. He stays behind with the pathologist who had greeted your colleague with a quick smile and a lot of concerned looks. She really is worried about him.

You lean against the cool façade of the building and tilt your head up into the warm sunshine. You wonder what is keeping him so long.

When Lestrade finally leaves the building too he doesn’t offer an explanation. Probably thinks he did you a favour – giving you some time to get your stomach and emotions under control again.

“Let’s get some coffee.” He says, sounding almost friendly this time. There is a new Tupperware container in his hand.

“Yeah. Let’s.” You murmur and walk beside him. He seemed to know where he was going, tilting his head upwards, slowly moving it from side to side before choosing the direction. Soon you are standing in front of a small café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee making your mouth water immediately.

He just grins when he looks at you and goes inside to order your coffee. You sit down at one of the small tables.

You push your shirt sleeves up and watch him carry out two large mugs of coffee. You can see people around you turn to watch him when he walks past and you definitely understand why.

His short grey hair shines silver in the sunshine. His skin is tanned and his dark eyes seem larger without the hair falling into his face. The stubble on his cheeks only adds to his attractiveness. His shirt is a tight fit and stretches over his arms when he pushes your coffee into your hands.

You are both quiet for a while, following your own thoughts.

“We need to catch them.” You suddenly burst out. He doesn’t seem surprised. He just nods. “We will.” He says with a confidence that you are not feeling. But the tone in his voice and the way he clenches his jaw and fingers shows you just how determined he is.

“We don’t know anything about them though…” You sigh and watch his fingers play with the hem of his sleeve.

“We know more than they think.” He says with a sudden grin. It’s very distracting to see his face light up like this. But it’s not so distracting that you don’t see a part of a large scar on his forearm as his sleeve is pushed back from his wrist a little bit.

You immediately open your mouth to ask what happened when you catch his eye. There is a warning in his gaze.

“Don’t.” His voice sounds like a low growl and you don’t manage to ask the question. Instead you focus on your coffee again.

“These will be the last victims.” He says suddenly, his voice sounding normal again. His leg is twitching restlessly under the table…

*

The next day you don’t see Lestrade at all. His DS tells you that he is away, working on a lead. She is meeting your gaze but something doesn’t feel right to you. But Donovan isn’t saying anything else and sits down to work on a file that you saw lying on Lestrade’s desk before.

You also don’t see him the day after that but only get the same answer when you ask about him. You were supposed to work the case together now after all. And he just disappeared.

So you work through the night, letting the light of the full moon streaming through your office window, hoping its silver shadows would give you a new hint, something you have not notice before…

*

“Sir! You’re back!” Donovan’s voice echoes down the hall. She sounds half relieved and half worried. You jump up immediately but you only see Lestrade’s back as he walks towards his office. You just want to talk to him but Sally Donovan steps forward before you can do it. Her hand hovers over Lestrade’s hunched shoulder protectively (but not daring to touch him) as she quickly stirs him into his office and closes the door firmly behind the two of them.

You curse and go back to work hoping to get a chance to talk to him later. You have a lot of questions…

*

When you finally see him again you suddenly understand DS Donovan’s look the other day. Lestrade looks tired and a bit grey. He is slowly nursing a coffee. There are many things you want to ask and say to him but what comes out is a harsh “Where were you?”

He lifts his gaze to look at you. His face lights up a little bit again and you feel your heart beats faster. “Working on another case…” He says as if he rehearsed it.

“You look like you ate something wrong.” You reply and wish you could just stop saying the first thing that comes to your mind.

“Ha! No. I didn’t. I can safely say….I did not do that.” He says and sounds almost proud. “I would have told you. But it all happened quite quickly. Now I’m back. I’ll tell you where I stand with our case.”

You sigh. You wish you could be angry but you hadn’t found out anything new. You sit down across from him at his desk and he opens his files.

“How did you…?” You gasp, reading the notes upside down. There are new leads and results, some names crossed off and some circled twice. You reach out to grab the file. In your eagerness your hand brushes against his. You feel his soft skin against yours, a jolt runs up your arm and you meet his startled gaze.

He hisses and pulls away his hand quickly, rubbing his knuckles.

“Sorry.” You stutter and pull your hand back into your lap. Your skin is still prickling were it touched his.

“Don’t worry.” He says quickly and turns the file around so you can see. Your eyes scan the page, the words luckily chasing away the weird moment from before out of your mind…

*

One week passes, then two and three. You’re getting closer to figuring this case out. You can feel it. You can also see it in Lestrade. He is looking better again. Healthier. Full of energy and strength. His hair is freshly shaved to its new short length, he’s like a bloodhound or a bulldog chasing these murderers. You know he could probably solve this case alone but after his disappearing act he makes sure to work together with you.

You spend more time with him than at home. And you don’t mind at all. He shares his sandwiches with you. Always finds the best coffee places. He grows a bit more careless and doesn’t hiss when your fingers happen to touch or covers the hint of his scar on his forearm anymore when you notice it again.

You like it most when he sits next to you while you are working and you can breathe in his scent. It does something to you, stirs a almost primal longing deep inside of you. You think about him when you are with him at work, and you definitely think about him when you are alone at home, lying awake in your bed, unable to get some sleep…

“Fuck!”

You will never get used to this! Even though you are awake this time. The sound of your phone ringing in the middle of the night makes your stomach flip again.

“Yes?”

“I need help! I need you!” Your heart starts to race when you hear that voice. It’s his voice. Lestrade.

You shout his name when the line goes dead, your fingers already flying over the phone to find out from where he was calling. You throw on the next best clothes and head out. The lights and sound of the siren is grating on your nerves.

It has been four weeks since the last murders! Lestrade! His name is the only clear thought you can grasp. You want to scream but you have to stay calm to be able to help him.

An address pops up on your phone and you pull the steering wheel of your car around immediately.

“He’ll be fine! He’ll be fine!” He had to be fine!

The city lights are disappearing around you but you don’t even notice it. You have to help him!

As soon as you reach the address you jump out of your car. You can feel your heart beat in your throat but your hands are steady as you reach for your weapon. It is quiet. And dark. The only light is coming from the full moon bathing the old building in front of you in its silvery light.

“Thank God for that.” You murmur and hope that back-up was close behind you. You should wait but there was no time.

You want to shout his name but just manage not to do that. You push open the door. Stairs are leading down. It is cold inside the thick walls of what you think is an old bunker. You switch on your flashlight, taking one step at a time.

Please, be alright.

There are scuffling noises from your left and you quickly walk over there. You feel like weeping when you see Lestrade, he’s hurt, bleeding from cuts and scrapes. But he’s sitting up. Leaning against the opposite wall.

In front of him are lying two people. They are bound and unconscious. You can worry about them later.

“Lestrade! Thank God!” You stumble into the room and over to him. You smile and reach out to touch his face. But then he lifts his gaze, his eyes are burning bright yellow. He hugs his body, presses himself against the wall even more. He hisses and throws his head back.

You gasp. His body! You see the large scar on his arm for the first time. Its raised skin is flaming red, hair’s growing around it quickly.

“Greg!” You whisper, unable to move.

He manages to look at you again. His eyes gleaming and his voice a low growl. He kicks his phone over to you.

“Call Mycroft!”

*

“Here. You should drink this. It’ll help.” The beautiful woman across from you smiles and pushes a cup of tea closer to you.

You don’t know what happened really. It all went down so quickly. Suddenly there had been helicopters and people in suits. Taking away the bound people, writhing in pain, growling, hair spurting out all over their bodies.

But you couldn’t care less about them.

The people in suits also took away him.

“Lestr…Greg? Where is he?” You manage to ask before you sip the tea. It’s scalding hot but it does make you feel a bit better.

“He’s here. Don’t worry about him. You’ll be able to see him in the morning.” The woman smiles and pushes some biscuits over to you as well.

“The morning? Why?” You suddenly feel very calm but your thoughts were running slow like syrup.

“That’s not my story to tell.” The woman smiles again and easily catches you when you start to fall off the chair from whatever it was she just drugged you with.

*

“You!” The woman is the first thing you see when you wake up. Sunlight is shining through the windows into the room.

“How are you feeling?” She asks and does not seem to be bothered by the curses you throw at her. It takes a while till you realise that you are still dressed and in a beautiful bedroom.

“I’m fine.” You murmur, surprised that it is the truth.

“Good. He’s asking for you.” She smiles again and obviously tries not to laugh when you stumble to your feet instantly. “I’ll lead you to him.”

She types out a quick message on your phone and just starts walking. You hurry to follow her. Down one flight of stairs and another. And another one. She’s leading you down into a cellar and just when you start to think you shouldn’t trust her she turns a corner and Lestrade is standing there. Right in front of you. Alive.

Looking pale and tired again.

“Greg!” You are so happy to see him you push the woman out of the way and hug him.

He hisses again but just wraps his arms around you to pull you closer. You breathe in his scent and feel his strong arms wrap around you.

He’s fine.

He’s really fine.

You’re not even aware of the sound of high heels clicking against concrete as the woman disappears and leaves you two alone down here.

“Your watch...” He hisses again after a moment and pulls away from you. You notice that he’s wearing a T-Shirt and sweatpants. That his eyes are dark brown again and that his scar still looks big and scary but that the hair surrounding it was gone.

“Your watch…” He says again when you don’t move. “It’s silver…Please take it off.” He says and you narrow your eyes but do as he asks you to.

“Thanks. I’ll…I guess I have some explaining to do.” He says.

You just nod and let him lead you behind the huge steal doors. He’s talking but you can’t seem to grasp the words he’s saying.

Wolf…

He tells you about his scar, the full moon. He tells you that werewolves are real and that he is one of them. He tells you about the murders and the men he found. They are wolfs too. Vicious and dangerous. Out to hunt, letting the beast inside of them take over right before its time during the full moon.

You have seen what a wolf can do now.

He shows you the cellar, where he spends his full moon nights since his turn about a year ago. He tells you about his friends helping him. Making sure he’s okay and healthy. Not a threat to himself or society. He tells you that he’s a better copper since his turn…

…and then he looks at you and asks you if you are afraid of him.

And you just shake your head and step closer. Breathe in his scent again and let your fingers slide along his jaw. “No, I’m not afraid of you.” You whisper and he leans into the touch. Seeks it out. Closes his eyes.

You have seen what a wolf can do. What two wolves can do. But you’ve also seen what a wolf with a good heart can do… this full moon no one has died by the hands of the murderers.

His stubble makes your fingertips prickle and you step closer still. You wrap your arm around his shoulder and he smiles at you.

You hold his gaze and kiss him. And suddenly it all makes sense. Your lips brush against his and he moans quietly. His arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you flush against him. You can feel his muscles through his shirt and let your fingertips run along his arms. You can feel him getting goose bumps and groan into the kiss.

His tongue licks along your bottom lip and you open your mouth for him immediately. You are not scared of him but you were scared for him. And now he’s okay. And he’s here and he’s kissing you.

Your tongue wraps around his. His taste fills your senses. You groan again and kiss him deeper, harder.

His hands push you against the cool concrete wall of his cellar. His face looks flushed when he pulls back. His lips are glistening. You lean forward to nip on them and he lets out a primal groan. You feel a shiver run down your spine.

He looks strong now. Not pale and sickly anymore. You suck on his lip and he presses himself against you fully. You tease him. Kiss along his jaw and neck. He growls again when you suck on his skin. His pulse is racing underneath your lips. You taste his sweat on your tongue.

Your lust is pooling low in your stomach. You can feel that he’s aroused. His hard cock pushing against his hip. His fingers are running through your hair, pulling you closer to his neck, urging you to suck harder before pulling you away.

He’s breathing hard. There is a flash of yellow in his eyes and you know the wolf is still close to the surface. “I…”

“I know…” You gasp and let your eyes slip close when his fingertips slide under your shirt. “I want you …”

He groans and almost rips off  your shirt as his hands reach up to cup your breasts. His skin is hot and your body reacts to his touch instantly. Your nipples grow hard when he teases them, squeezes them. He kisses you again. Breathlessly. Hard. You just press back against him. Into his touch.

There is no question in your mind right now. Just lust and longing.

You roll your hips forward and he stares at you. “I want you…” You say again and he licks his lips.

His fingers slide down to your trousers and he rips them open quickly. Your fingers are fumbling with his sweatpants before you can push them down. His hard cock springs into your hands. You moan and squeeze it. His hips thrust forward.

“I’ve never…not since…” He groans and grabs your thighs. You somehow manage to get out of your trousers and kiss him again, pushing your tongue into his mouth. Making him growl again.

“Okay. It’s…please.” You gasp and guide his hand to your wetness. Your knees start to tremble when he lets his fingertips slide through your wet folds. His closes his eyes again, leans forward, teases your clit with the tip of his thumb.

“Greg!” His name echoes through the cellar. He groans and quickly grabs your thighs. You wrap them around his hips and he pushes you against the wall. Your arms wrap around his shoulders. Clinging to him.

“Please… Yes!” You moan. You can feel his hard cock against your vagina. So close! So fucking close. And not close enough!

He takes himself in hand and guides his cock to your opening. Your body takes him in, in one smooth, hot, wet motion.

He moans your name, presses his forehead against yours. You clench around him. He fills you completely. “Feels so good.” You moan and he starts to thrust. He looks at you and you can see the wolf inside of him take over.

His hips snap forward. He’s holding you up himself now as you are quickly losing yourself in pleasure. You can feel him deep inside. Every thrust. Hard and fast. So perfect.

You try to move with him but he just presses you against the wall. He growls your name and rolls his hips. You can’t think clearly anymore. Your moans are mixing with his growls. The sound of his skin slapping against yours. He’s sweating, kisses you again. He rolls his hips and suddenly he’s hitting the spot. You gasp and just let the amazing feelings take over.

His cock. His tongue. His voice. His skin.

He thrusts even harder and faster. Grabs your hips. He’ll leave a mark and you want him too. You blindly reach for his arm, pull it to your lips.

You close your mouth on the skin next to his scar. His rhythm falters but then you start to suck and he only fucks you harder. You leave your mark on him now and he knows it.

The thought makes you tremble. It’s a heady feeling. Sweat is running down your back, his chest brushes against your hard nipples. His thick cock stretches your inner walls…you lose yourself, you’re falling into pure bliss!

And then you’re coming… Loudly. Quickly. Lust is thundering through you, burning along your nerve endings, making your inner walls clench, hold him even tighter.

He pushes forward and finally lets go. He comes, pushing deep, spilling his come inside of you. Trembling in your arms.

You’re both soaring high and it takes a while till you can think and feel clearly again. Your heart is still racing when he gently kisses your temple. You close your eyes and just lean your head against his chest. You kiss the hint of chest hair visible at his collar.

He smiles and caresses your hair.

“Don’t think I won’t be yelling at you later for going after the suspects on your own…” You murmur and smile when you feel his chuckle rumbling deep in his chest…

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Oh em gee y’all!! If you can believe it, yesterday (23rd) was our 5 year anniversary!! Honestly, we'd like to thank our moms and the Academy but most of all, we want to thank each and every one of you angels for making this RP possible. We've been through so much and it all started with a Friday night football game and celebratory bonfire after-party. Back when everyone was rolling into town to smell the trees (still my fave) and try and step on Ruby McReid's territory (back when she was hunting solo). There was only one wolf pack in town and everything was basically at peace. Then Originals started cropping up and spells started going off- anyone remember that freak earthquake?- and humans were dying and turning and oh my!! We've seen break ups and make ups and punch ups... Body swaps and cheer comps and dramatic reveals. Best of all, we've seen s1-5 character development and we're still yelling about your babes every day!!

Effy and Leo got married, Ruby and Corey finally got together (SCREECH), Mark Morrison was revealed as a TWIST and then he was brought back from the dead without his memories (then with then without and is anyone else just #dead over Marvelyn), Maddie's kidnapped, Olivia and Ian's cat turned into a person, Eddie & Freddie & Engel-ie are ruining lives, #carmgel4lyfe, the Institute reared its head, the Morales pack arrived, Vanders and gomerys came together for the worst dinner EVER, #1 babe Claire Knighton came home, Charvi is the most #iconic OG let's fight, Charlotte's entire life journey (#AmyAngst), Leila's RISE, Lorelai was reunited with Jake and the stars came out, Meghan! Morrison!!, Bonnie Brightman is a legend and Nina Jones shall have her revenge, everyone loves Rachel Gates especially the SalvatoreS and George Weston reports sunny spells all summer long!!

Well, mostly sunny... We've made it all the way to prom and then the Founders Fest will be here and then... Who doesn't love an explosive finale before the next big season, right?

We love you guys so so much, we can't thank you enough for joining and making Havensdale so cool and fun and chill. We're #blessed every time a new member joins and want y'all to know the door’s always open. Here's to many many more <3333

Now to celebrate...

Completely out of the timeline and just for fun (so whatever happens won’t affect your characters / be shenanigans anyone recalls, it’s just a wee bit of 5yr banter), we’re gonna send out some Magic Anons!

Let us know which of your characters, if any, you would like one on and which one you’d like.

M!As will include: -Your character is older (age UTP) -Your character is a different species (UTP) -Your character can only tell the truth (#throwback to Jenny’s spell) -Your character is their AU self (Kreagan Valley) or an AU self -Your character is aware of (1) physical change (ie: hair colour, gender, faceclaim) -Your character is an actor who plays your character on “Hunted in Havensdale” the TV show -Your character body or personality swaps with another character -Your character becomes a giant flirt towards anyone (regardless of gender, relationship status etc) -Your character will attempt to pick fights with anyone they talk to (#werewolf spell throwback) -Your character has amnesia (#The Mark Morrison Affect) -Your character thinks they are a character from another fandom (ie: Ruby’s FC is still Lyndsy but she thinks she’s Buffy Summers and is played as such) -Your character has an alignment change (ie: Good to Evil, Neutral to Evil) -Your character is now one of their future children (#2nd gen) -Your character becomes obsessed with or afraid of or hateful towards another character or thing -Your character is now their parent when they were their age -Free Choice: just let us know!

*all FCs change be up for grabs (ie: au Greg could use Jessica Lowndes but only ‘cause I‘ve cleared it with Kayleigh!)

*please tag your M!As with “hih5yr”

[simplyshelbs16xoxo]

You Are Cordially Invited To Read Chapter 21 of ‘Domestic Bliss Must Suit You’ ♡

time jump to September 16th...witness the wedding between Sherlock and Molly.

Wedding Playlist

There are visual goodies I made at the bottom of this post :) Enjoy! let me know your thoughts! were the vows okay? the edits? <3333 *hands out wedding cake*

"I believe the couple has written their own vows."

This was it; they were really doing this. The cool September air had wrapped around them.

Earlier

It was almost time to walk down the aisle, the runner was set up in the backyard garden of the Holmes estate. Molly would meet Sherlock beneath the lovely trellis of flowers his mother kept. Her dress was gorgeous; it was a lovely white gown with ¾ sleeves, a sweetheart neckline and the entire bodice was overlapped with lace. The back laced up like a corset with satin ribbon. Her chocolate tresses were styled in a chignon bun.

The music began, cuing her, and she was walked down the aisle by none other than Mycroft Holmes.

Sherlock felt his breath leave him as he looked on with awe at Molly. His Molly. She was dressed in white from head to toe. She's gorgeous. This was the woman he was gonna spend the rest of his life with; the one and only woman who counted. Their eyes met and the electricity between them was noticed by all in attendance.

John was Sherlock's best man, of course. He held Rosie's hand who doubled as Molly's little maid of honor and flower girl. Among the guests, there was Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock's parents, Meena, Lady Smallwood and even Anderson.

Presently

Sherlock spoke his vows first, gripping his bride's soft hands in his and looking into her shining brown eyes.

"Molly Hooper. You have always counted and I've always trusted you. My life has been better since you came along. I never thought I would have this; a beautiful, brave and intelligent woman who loves me for all that I am. You made me want to become the man you always believed me to be and I do hope that I am well on my way. Through everything, you continued to love me and love me even more. I have fallen irrevocably in love with you and I know you will always be there to catch my fall. Every moment spent with you is a moment that makes life worth living. I am yours, now and forever; always, my darling Molly."

There was not a dry eye at the ceremony. Even Sherlock couldn't quite hold back. Molly laughed through her tears of joy and Sherlock gently swiped a tear from her face with his thumb. Once her composure was gained a little, she spoke her vows.

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes. I have loved you for a very long time. You are frustrating and brilliant; protective and loving. I'm sure there's more I could say but I can't seem to get my thoughts together."

Everyone laughed lightheartedly at that.

"You are the keeper of my heart; not only because you had committed the crime of stealing it all those years ago, but because I chose to give it to you. There was a time when you were untouchable; like loving the stars but knowing they wouldn't love you back. Oh, how you proved me wrong. You dry my tears, pick me up when I'm down and love me for who I am. My heart, mind, body and soul belong to you, my love, for you are most deserving. Anything you fear, we'll fight it together. Life with you is an adventure that I will forever be a part of. Right here, right now, you and I are stepping into a new journey: a life where we will grow old together, filled with love and family. It won't be easy and there will be trials but I will endure them with you, as I am yours, always and forever."

"Do you, William Sherlock Scott Holmes, take thee Margaret Elizabeth Hooper as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," Sherlock breathed, slipping the white gold band on her finger.

"And do you, Margaret Elizabeth Hooper, take thee William Sherlock Scott Holmes as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," Molly smiled through her tears, slipping the band onto Sherlock's finger.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Sherlock did not hesitate to kiss his wife's lips, as he had wanted to ever since he saw her walking down the aisle. He wrapped his arms around her to pick her up and spin her around as they shared a most loving snog in front of their friends and family. Everyone cheered and the two separated to face their loved ones. John gave a firm pat on Sherlock's back before being pulled into a hug along with Molly and Rosie.

"Mo Mo!" Rosie exclaimed jumping up and down, her hands raised. Molly took the bouquet from her goddaughter's hand and swooped her up in her right arm, eliciting giggles from the little Watson. Mrs. Holmes took photos of the four of them laughing and smiling together. A favorite of hers was when she captured Sherlock kissing Molly's cheek as Rosie snuggled into them both with John smiling at his best friends and daughter.

The friends and family gathered at the elegantly decorated tables talking amongst each other in revelry. The trees had fairy lights strung across them for a low, romantic glow.

"I always knew there was something there," Anderson remarked with a look that told Greg 'I told you so.'

"Oh, you should've heard his theory on how you faked your death, Sherlock," Greg laughed. "He added in a very Bond-like snog between you and Molly after crashing through the window."

"Oh my goodness," Molly laughed as Sherlock rolled his eyes with a smirk on his face.

"Congratulations, Anderson. You have succeeded in knowing something I didn't see coming," Sherlock raised his glass. "Impressive for the size of your brain."

"Be nice," Molly scolded with nudge. Mycroft snickered at that, putting a forkful of wedding cake in his mouth.

"We're so happy to have you in our family officially, Molly," Mr. Holmes smiled.

"Yes, dear, you two should come and visit more often. Make sure you keep him up on that. We're not spring chickens, Sherlock," Wanda Holmes joked. "And I want grandkids before I'm dead, thank you." The entire wedding party burst out with laughter.

"Of course, mummy, we'll get on that as soon as humanly possible," Sherlock teased, making a show of deeply kissing his wife. There were whistles from John and Greg. Mycroft's eyes about bulged from his skull at the display as the rest of the party laughed wholeheartedly.

"Come now, Mycroft, surely you've seen a kiss before," Lady Smallwood chuckled. "I know you've experienced one."

"What!?" Molly breathed out, surprised she still had breath left.

"I suppose there's no use keeping it hidden any longer. Lady Smallwood and I are what you would call an 'item.' Go ahead and gawk," Mycroft joked.

"Well, this is a development," Wanda said with wonderment. "Timothy, dear, is the world ending?"

"Perhaps hell is freezing over," Sherlock offered.

"Not much of a speech, as it is more of a statement," John told them, "but I know for a fact that Mary would be thrilled to have been here at such a momentous occasion. She is here in spirit with us all, as well in the form of a video." He held out a DVD to the newlyweds. Written on it was To Sherlock and Molly Holmes.

The piece Sherlock had composed months ago for Molly was the song he and her danced to. He had it recorded to play over the speakers. His right hand was on the small of her back and her left was on his waist. Their remaining hands were laced together as they glided across the smooth white marble dance floor.

"I love you, Molly Holmes," Sherlock whispered in her ear. Her eyes closed momentarily, taking in how right it felt to hear her new name.

"I love you too, husband," Molly smiled sweetly. As the song came to a close, Sherlock dipped her, placing a soft kiss upon her waiting lips.

The rest of the evening was spent in merriment. Molly's heart melted when she saw Sherlock pick Rosie up in his arms to dance with her. She always believed he'd be a good father one day and this was just the icing on the cake. Rosie had taken to calling Sherlock her 'Unca Sherly,' which everyone found to be adorable. Molly had danced with her new father-in-law while Sherlock humored his mother with a spin on the dancefloor. Even Mycroft offered to dance with his new sister-in-law, much to everyone's shock, though they knew Molly had melted his icy heart.

There was laughter, dancing, comradery and the feeling of family that made everyone's hearts full to the brim with love. Sherlock looked to his wife and to the friends and family in attendance, finally understanding the importance and meaning of unconditional love and like the Grinch, his heart felt as if it grew two sizes that day.

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[ssahotchnerr]

do you have a favorite greg hc 🥺

omg greg definately loves letting you wear his clothes <3333 his closet??? nope try again it’s your closet 🥰

his harvard sweatshirts, his sweatpants hanging down on your waist - both are oversized on you hehe <3333 or using his boxers as shorts with one of his tshirts <3333 - he's obsessed with the way they look on you 🥰

you've just gotten out of the shower? you’re enveloped in his arms and he’s insisting on getting one of his big comfy shirts on you 🤭

plus of course he loses his mind when there's nothing else underneath 🤭 greg is def the possessive type, and so it drives him wildddd - you're his and only his and only he and his clothes can touch your super soft skin 🥰 UGH you're lying on the bed or couch, his hands are sneaking under your shirt and letting them roam free 😵‍💫 or his hand slipping into your (his) sweatpants 😵‍💫🦋 touching you oh so very gently <333

[ssahotchnerr]

A Greg thought for you my love<3333🤲

Greg lovessss coming home to you!! And he loves giving you so many smooches when he does<33. And hugging you with a big smile on his face. And he loves hearing about your day and telling you about his.

omg the second he walks through the door he’s beelining straight towards you 😭 before you can even react to his presence you’re swallowed up by his arms and your face is in his chest 🥹 <333 he’s embracing you sooo tightly and securely all while placing kisses on the top of your head before pulling away a bit to kiss your lips instead, mumbling how much he missed you today 🥹🥰🥺<3 then he’s dropping onto the couch, pulling you on top of him and holding onto your waist with his big hands😵‍💫, and the two of you simply talk about your day giving each other even more kisses throughout the conversation hehe 🥰🥰🥰

ps and i have some screencaps to post later of something very similar to this 🤭

[ssahotchnerr]

i just watched a horror movie, and it was so bad, but still unsettled me, i just imagined being next to aaron or greg the whole time and getting to hold them whenever i was scared 🤧🤧🤧

but tbh, even if i wasn’t scared, i’d pretend to be, so i could cuddle into his chest 🤭

they would both be so comforting ahhhhh <33333

aaron is completely unfazed by the movie, and hehe it makes him feel so tough (as if he doesn't catch serial killers for a living LOL) when you dive further into his side, burying your face into him when something in the movie frightens you. he simply pulls you on top of him, arms wrapped tightly around you, and gives you a comforting squeeze whenever he feels you flinch <33333 plus he makes comments throughout the movie, comforting ones to settle your nerves, but also ones like "i can easily take on that guy" which makes you laugh and feel less scared <3

for greg, hehe he acts like a tough guy too for your sake, but i can see him being the type where scary movies freak him out a littleeee bit- if closet from hell is anything to go off of. however, he will not let it show at all. he's making comments like this how is this scary😅, he's trying to make out with you to avoid watching (but of course he takes advantage of any opportunity to kiss you amongst other things ;) <333), asking if you need a snack, just little things to hide how he's really feeling. so basically, the two of you are just comforting each other during the movie's entirety, you just don't know it. plus greg absolutely loves how clingy you get and how you turn to him for comfort and protection 🥰 and that night, he's more than happy with your suggestive to keep a light on <3

[ssahotchnerr]

greg would definitely respond to nudes with a smiley face emoji 😁 nothing else.

PLEASE he so would 😭

he’s at work, you’re off that day — you’re bored and missing him sooo badly so why not poke some fun hehe :D <3333

so you send him a spicy pic, and within a minute he’s replying with that emoji 😭 hehe you can’t help but roll your eyes a bit because he’s such an idiot but he’s your cute idiot 🥰🥰🥰 and to be honest you can’t say you’re not surprised either that that would be his initial response <333

but then your text conservations throughout the day are basically the equivalent to foreplay, so of course he does end up coming home earlier than planned >;)

[ssahotchnerr]

protective dad!greg thought: your baby has a food allergy and greg is ON IT, he's read up all the non food items it could show up in, he researches and asks questions about restaurants and the ingredients they use way ahead of time, he's come up with a fun way to teach your child about this food allergy, what it means and how to stay safe in a way that's easy for a kid to understand but also makes them feel totally normal and ostracized because of this!!

omg this is something i didn’t know i needed 🥹🥹🥹 please he would be the most attentive dad but with THIS :((( when he found out about the allergy initially, he went through the entire kitchen and got rid of everything that could cause his baby’s allergy to flare up :( <3 grocery shopping, he’s checking every single label. and the amount of extensive research he would do, looking at every food alternative, making a list of safe foods, and looking at restaurants that treat allergies very strictly - he’s always so worried of cross contamination and people not being mindful :( he always has an epipen on him, and the second the lil baby is old enough, he’s teaching them how to use it. same goes for all the kids the two of you have. everyone knows where it’s located and how to use it, and the steps to take afterwards

at restaurants, it’s the first thing he mentions to the waiter, and he lets his lil bug know what they can eat 🥺 he’ll hoist them on his lap and point at the pictures on the kid menu, showing what they’re able to have 🥺 but if they want something they can’t have, greg will be all “🥺i’m sorry baby but that would not be good for you, how about something else” :((((

and he explains in a gentle way that there’s a lot of people out there, who have to stay away from certain things because it doesn’t make their body feel good, and can be very dangerous. he doesn’t want to scare them, but he wants to get the severity across in a calm way to create the habit of being extra super careful when it comes to food. he loves them more than anything and doesn’t want anything happening to them :((((

he buys a play kitchen, all the plastic food being food the little one can eat. that way, they know what is safe and what it looks like, so if they come across something they don’t recognize, do not eat that. he also has a chart on the refrigerator with pictures of safe foods too <3

[ssahotchnerr]

Mmmmm soft Aaron/Greg thoughts you say? Okay I will give you some hehe🤲

Greg always wants to make you happy :)) he always wants to see your smile 🤭 so he will do/say silly things just to see it :,) and he gives great snuggles🥺. If you're sad and just want him to hold you he will gladly do so <3333 because he's our little baby angel<3333 that we love dearly<3333 he's perfect and can do no wrong :,)

And Aaron🥺🥺. Of course he always wants you to be happy but he's not around as much as he wants to be :(( and he feels bad about that :(( but!! You always tell him it's okay and he shouldn't be upset about it <3 but if you work at the BAU with him? You're always around him 🥰 as much as you possibly can be. He likes to eat lunch with you and if he sees you're working and losing track of time he drags you up to his office because he wants you to take care of yourself and eat your lunch (even though he neglects his own health :(() and you'll do the same to him if he's working too hard for too long. Before you he wouldn't take care of himself. Not nearly as much as he should. But then you showed up :)) and would bring everyone food and caffeine (because you need loads of caffeine at the BAU) when you two started dating that's when you'd pack lunch for you both and eat with him in his office because poor baby just overworks himself too much :(( but you always remind him to do everything you both know he needs to<33

And on cases!! When one of you sees the other starting to get frustrated and stressed out (more than normal because of course cases are always stressful no matter what) you just give comforting touches and look at each other with the silent question in your eyes like "are you alright?" And if you nod you'll give a nice rub on the shoulder or back<33 but if you shake your head no you'll both leave the room for privacy and talk about it for a little bit and just hug for a moment before diving back into the case. Because sometimes you both just need to come up for a breath of fresh air<3

Sorry this was so long bestie but I got carried away<33

just, everything you said >>>>>

greg cuddles. 🥺 a need. i need to be in his arms right this instant and never ever ever leave them </3

and 🥺🥺🥺 you and aaron taking care of one another <3333 reminding each other/insisting the other takes breaks throughout the day to prevent any overwhelming feelings— a simple, small request that just displays how much love you two share <333 and ughdjdjd aaron just noticing when you’re down :( the way you don’t have to say anything, but he’s so quick to observe, wants to make you feel better, wants to make you comfortable :( i need him so bad

[ssahotchnerr]

ngl, i loved greg in that one episode, where he turns into like this 60s gangster cause dharma buys that cadillac. he was so fine 🤭

omg that ep was hilarious and god just when i thought he couldn’t get more attractive (which is also a complete lie) 😵‍💫 the ACCENT 🤭🤭🤭

[ssahotchnerr]

greg cuddling you the moment you come home after a hard day. snuggled in his lap, head on his shoulder, his arms around you and kissing your hair 💓

😣😣😣 please literally all i need right now. just the thought of coming home to him is the only thing getting you through the day. and once you finally do get home, his arms are already open and waiting for you the second you open the door 🥺 once you are in his embrace, the rough day comes crashing down onto you all at once and you whimper a bit, tears fill your eyes, and greggie just shushes you, hold you even more tightly, gives you so many kisses and says, “it’s okay, you’re here with me now” 🥺🥺🥺

[ssahotchnerr]

hello! i only just started watching d&g (and am midway through s1) after approximately 3 years down the aaron hotchner hole and i am in LOVE with greg. feel free to ignore this, i may have missed any notifications and/or rules about requesting etc but do you have any headcanons/thoughts about greg helping take care of you on that time of the month? i have my period for the first time since may last year (meds stopped it) and i am in so much physical pain and keep crying at everything that i just want to be held and comforted. in the meantime i’m about to read through your entire blog, but sending you love!

i’m so envious of you i would do anything to watch d&g for the first time again 🥰

greg 🥺 he would get so sad when you’re on your period :((( he hates how much pain you’re in — the cramps that seemingly take up your entire body, every part of you is so so sore, you’re barely able to get out of bed, and the last thing you want to do is move regardless. he has a lil pout on his face the whole time :(

he wishes more than anything he could take upon your pain himself, BUT the next best and obvious answer is waiting on you hand and foot to make you feel better:

he doesn’t let you out of bed, especially the very first day of your period because that’s the worst day, and he takes off work to take care of you. he’s bringing you medicine, constantly making sure your heating pad is right on your abdomen and is all warm and cozy for you <3333 he’s bringing you breakfast, lunch, dinner in bed, and happily grabbing you a snack whenever you ask 🥰 and of course he runs you a bath to soothe all the aches 🥰

he gives you more than enough kisses and cuddles on a regular day, but on your period??? you’re getting even way way wayyy more <3 he’s extremely cautious to make sure he’s not hurting you 🥺 if you wince - it’s solely due to a cramp >:( - he immediately lessens his tight hold of you and apologizes profusely :((((( and even though you insist he didn’t hurt you, he never could, he’s still so nervous </3 but he feels a bit better when you latch back onto him, bury your face into the crook of his neck, and cling onto him so so tightly <3