#save me 🤭🥵

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I'm so fed up right now.

If a lesbian wants to show up at my door with a bouquet of flowers- I'm just saying- 🤭

[felizusnavidad]

your pfp is so slut! 🥵

*screaming crying throwing myself off a cliff* IN MY SLUT ERA-

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader : Instagram AU

A/N : I know I’m late with this but I had all these pics saved on my camera roll so I had to use them lol enjoyyy.

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yourusername Happy Valentine’s Day 💕

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urbanwyatt 😍😍 baby momma

yourbestiename Oh you look hot bebecita 🥵 happy V Day 💕 I’ll be seeing you girls soon.

user Did you have a picnic with Urb?

yourusername 👀

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urbanwyatt she got me cake and gave me cake too 🤭😌😙

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jackharlow Stop 😭😭

selenosunni Yooooo 💀

cozane me when?

yourbestiename 😂 She’s too much but we love her lmaooo

urbanwyatt Thanks for baking this cake for her

yourusername You’re welcome 😉

jackharlow Wait, why didn’t I get a cake like this??? 🙄

yourusername I got you something else, you’re telling me you wanted this instead of THAT?

jackharlow 😱😱😱 no I’m good baby

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yourusername Happy lovers day, to my lover boy. Thank you baby for being the most patient and understanding man ever! Thank you for not only spoiling me, but our daughter as well. You don’t only show us love today, you shower us with love everyday, 24/7. We’re forever grateful for you ❤️❤️❤️

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yourusername He did good huh? Cassie is obsessed.

user The fact that he asked you to be his valentine 🥹🥹🥹

yourusername He asks us every year ❤️

urbanwyatt I love you 😘

yourusername te amo mas 💕

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urbanwyatt Family vacation starts now!!!!

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jackharlow We’ll be there tomorrow morning 🙏🏻

urbanwyatt Cassie can’t wait to see Mia and Ez 😂

claybornharlow I’m scared for my life when the three of them are together.

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claybornharlow I really do 😂

cozane 🥹 the way my Cassie girl is looking at you two.

urbanwyatt That did it for me bro 🥲 💕

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[hotchnerobsessed]

Go It Alone - Part 4

Virgin!Fem!Reader x Hotch | Things with Aaron grow even stronger with the team’s discovery of your relationship. You finally find yourself able to take the next step.

Warnings: 🤭+🥵+😰 SO MUCH FLUFF!! Reader has a nightmare. Gentle and romantic smut [Soft!Hotch just wants to take care of you your first time (fem!receiving oral, fingering, kind of a hand job(?), protected sex, praise kink)].

Word Count: 14,456

PREVIOUS / NEXT

Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Just a heads up, the story starts with Reader waking from a nightmare!

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You woke with a jolt, heart pounding in your chest. Slightly disoriented, you attempted to take in your surroundings, and your voice cracked as you spoke, “Aaron?!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay..” you heard his calming voice from behind you. He’d stood from his desk a few seconds earlier when he’d heard you mumbling under your breath. Crouching down beside you, he reached his arms out to you, “it’s okay, I’m right here.”

As you sat up, his suit jacket slid off your shoulder, and you immediately reached for him, pulling him into your embrace. Nuzzling your head into his neck, you breathed in the familiar scent of him as you attempted to calm your racing heart.

Once he registered that your breathing was beginning to slow, he pulled back slightly to look into your eyes. With one hand holding yours, he rested the other against the side of your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek as he spoke, “tell me what happened.”

Your eyes searched his face wildly as it all came rushing back. “I was.. there.. in that apartment..” as you spoke between deep breaths, your eyes focused on the wall behind him. “He was there..” you felt his grip on your hand tighten, “but you and Morgan weren’t..” Your eyes finally connected with his, and you saw him exhale deep as a single tear escaped the corner of your eye.

Brushing the tear away, he slid his hand farther around to the back of your head, pulling you into his chest once again. As his fingers slowly carded through your hair, he whispered, “I’m so sorry. But I’m here now.” He felt you nod your head gently. “I’m right here. You’re safe.”

You sat there for a short while, just holding each other, as the images in your mind slowly faded. You were beyond thankful to have Aaron to lean on. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to thank him enough for the care and support he was showing you. But that only helped you. What about the victims? You knew there was only so much you could do, there were just some people you couldn’t save, but it broke your heart nonetheless.

Breathing deep a few more times, you felt the fear in your chest quickly shift to anger, “I just..” you stuttered, “people like him are the worst of the worst..” you trailed off, pulling back from his embrace. “There’s always something we can go off of. Always an explanation. Always a pattern to follow.” Aaron could feel your rage beginning to bubble up under the surface, because he felt it, too. “But he just.. he hurts people just for the sake of hurting people. No rhyme or reason..” Your jaw clenched as you breathed in deep through your nose, attempting to keep yourself calm.

Finally looking into Aaron’s eyes, you were met with a look of understanding. Of course he understood; you knew he did. With both of his hands now on either side of your arms, he was running his palms along the soft material of your blouse, doing anything he could to try and comfort you. Thankfully it worked, as you closed your eyes and breathed in deep, finally feeling your body relax. Releasing the air from your lungs slowly, you spoke just above a whisper, “I’m sorry, I.. I don’t usually..”

“No,” he cut you off, “please don’t apologize.. We all get them.”

Looking into his eyes once more, you gently nodded your head, before leaning forward and connecting your lips to his tenderly. Whispering a soft, “thank you,” against his lips brought a smile to his.

Holding him close, your hands trailing along his back, your mind was finally clear of the fog you’d woken up to. That’s when you noticed he wasn’t wearing his suit jacket anymore, your palms registering the soft material of the button down shirt he was wearing. It wouldn’t typically be something you thought much of, but you didn’t see it hanging on the coat rack just inside the door where he usually left it.

As you moved to sit up properly, sliding your legs over the front of the couch, that’s when you felt it in your lap. Looking down at the crumpled material, you slowly lifted your gaze to meet his as you spoke quietly, “you.. you gave me your jacket?”

A slight blush crept onto his face, “I wanted you to be comfortable.” He reached his hand up, tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear, as he took note of the look on your face. Through a soft smile, he questioned, “another first?”

You smiled back at him, your emotions working in overdrive, as tears of joy tickled the back of your eyes. Nodding your head lightly, you leaned forward and gently pressed your lips to his once more.

But it didn’t take long for your anxious mind to cut in, insisting that you were a burden, that he would be better off with someone more experienced. All these ‘firsts’ must be tedious and annoying for someone who’s already been through it all. But you simply breathed deep, pushing all of those worries aside; for now.

Breaking the silence, he informed you, “I’m just finishing up here. Give me another 10 minutes and we’ll head home?”

You knew he meant your apartment, because that’s where he’d agreed to spend the evening before Strauss interrupted your plans. But the way he said “home” so nonchalantly made you feel like that tiny piece your heart that had been missing for too long, had finally fallen into place.

“Okay,” you smiled, “what time is it anyway?” You knew it was late, or early depending on how you wanted to look at it, by the darkness that clouded the windows.

Glancing at his watch as he stood up, he began making his way back to his desk, stating, “3:27,” through a soft chuckle. Clearly he hadn’t been paying attention to the time as he was working away.

As you sat up straight on the couch, you crossed your legs on the soft cushions. Draping his jacket around your shoulders, you glanced up to see him, now sitting at his desk, gazing at you from across the room. You felt your cheeks flush, the look on his face was one of pure admiration, as a smile creased the corners of his eyes, “my jacket looks good on you.”

A content sigh hugged your chest, as you pulled the material tighter around yourself. “Thank you,” you spoke playfully, “but not nearly as good as it looks on you.” As he raised an eyebrow at you in question, you admitted, “it’s my favourite one.. You always look so good in it.”

As a blush crept onto his face, he dropped his head and shook it lightly, before finally looking back up at you, a soft, “noted,” falling off his lips.

There was a minute of silence before you spoke up again, your mind unable to focus on anything but the fact that the team had finally figured you out. “So.. everyone knows?” You asked the question, not really wanting to know the answer; you were sure you’d both been so careful. If everyone knew, you figured there were going to be questions asked, needing answers that you didn’t really want to give.

But on the other hand, things would definitely be easier now. There was no doubt in your mind that the two of you would still keep things professional while on the job, but it was the simple things that you were thrilled you’d finally be able to experience. Like holding hands in the elevator, or planning your evening over a shared lunch break, or gentle kisses peppered against the side of your head or his cheek.

Laughing softly, he confirmed, “it looks that way, yes.” His eyes shifted from yours until he was gazing down at the pen in his hand, the noise in his mind beginning to grow. He knew that finally being out in the open would only encourage his love for you to blossom, without fear of being caught or being untruthful with the people he cared about most in life.

But he couldn’t help but wonder if things would change for you now that you weren’t running around in secret. Maybe the thrill would wear off, and you’d realize that you didn’t actually want him, and that you’d simply jumped at the opportunity to be with someone. Although he knew deep down that that was the farthest thing from the kind of person you were, if it was how you felt, he wouldn’t blame you. People always left, and there was one common denominator; him.

You could tell something was on his mind, as you smiled at him from across the room. Just as you were about to ask if everything was alright, he spoke once more, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.. I should have been more discreet yesterday.”

Shaking your head, you finally stood from the couch and slipped his suit jacket on properly as you made your way across the room. As you walked around his desk, he pushed his chair back just enough to allow you to sit across his lap. His arms instinctually wrapped around your waist, as you draped one arm around his shoulders.

Gazing down at him, you could see the regret and apology written in his eyes. Leaning down, you placed a gentle kiss to his lips, “it’s okay, Aaron. It’s nobody’s fault. We’re a team of profilers, it was bound to happen sooner or later.” You shared another soft kiss, before confessing through a cheeky grin, “besides, I’m kind of glad everyone finally knows.”

He smiled at that, his fears washing away in an instant, “yeah?”

Your voice was soft, “yeah.. Because now I can do this,” you kissed his lips once more, “or this,” a kiss against his cheek, “or this,” wrapping both arms around him, you hugged him tight, “whenever I want. We don’t have to worry about getting caught anymore. It’s actually kind of freeing.”

You could hear the smile as it spread across his face, every worry he’d had moments earlier were distant memories now. As he turned his head and kissed your neck, he trailed kisses along your jaw, before finally connecting his lips to yours again. His voice was content as he spoke, “it is, isn’t it?”

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He could feel the shift in your body, hear the tension in your breathing, so he distanced his lips from yours, “what’s on your mind?” You attempted to compensate for the distance he’d put between you, leaning in closer as your lips met once more.

He gave in momentarily, allowing your tongue to dance with his, before gently pulling back again. “Hey, hey, sweetheart..” he cooed, “I can tell your mind is elsewhere. What are you thinking about?” Damn profilers. You couldn’t blame him though, because you’d been seconds away from asking him the same question the night before.

After leaving the office, you’d both made your way back to your apartment. The second your heads hit the pillow, you were both out; utterly exhausted not only from the day, but from everything the past week had thrown at you. Now here you were, 5 hours later, waking up in each other’s arms again, warm and content.

It hadn’t taken long before you’d begun your trail of kisses up his neck and along his jaw, before finally connecting your lips to his. That’s what had lead you here, being questioned about where your mind was at. And the truth was, he was right; you weren’t fully present. You’d started your passionate assault on his neck in the first place in an attempt to distract your mind.

You couldn’t stop thinking about that moment, just hours earlier, when you’d been overcome by the feeling of being too much, yet not enough at the same time. Like your lack of experience was underwhelming, yet all-consuming. Like the fact that every tiny thing that shouldn’t be such a big deal this late in life, was still a really big deal to you. It just didn’t sit right with you. You were afraid that all of these firsts would eventually drive him away. Like he’d get tired of the constant reminders of just how far behind in life you were.

But you couldn’t ignore this feeling forever. And you couldn’t deny how comforting it was to know that he truly cared about what you were thinking and feeling. Taking a deep breath, your eyes looking anywhere but at him, you admitted sheepishly, “I just.. I feel like I’m too much. All these firsts..” you finally looked back up at him, “you’ve been there before. Experienced it all before.” Your line of sight dropped once more, your fingertips fidgeting with the collar of the t-shirt he was wearing, “I feel like I’m constantly playing catch-up.”

A deep sigh gripped his chest, his mind racing as he tried to put his own thoughts into words. Pulling you even closer to his chest, he kissed your forehead lovingly, before stating, “I’m sorry you feel that way, sweetheart. But that’s not how I see it.” Another kiss, only this one was against the warm skin of your cheek. “You deserve to enjoy all of these moments, free of worry or regret, regardless of when in life you experience them. If anything, it makes me realize just how special tiny moments like that are. The things in life that most people just accept as normal and move on from.” Another kiss, this time on the tip of your nose. “And I feel truly fortunate to be the man who gets to see the wonder in your eyes, and the joy on your face, any time that happens.”

Finally looking back up at him, the love and acceptance you felt completely consumed you, as you whispered, “thank you, Aaron..” before pressing your lips to his. Pulling back, your noses brushing each other’s gently, you mumbled softly, “I guess it just takes some getting used to..”

His voice was just as quiet, “what does?”

Looking into his eyes once more, you admitted, “being someone that somebody cares for..”

His brows furrowed slightly, as another deep sigh rumbled in his chest. “Well I do. I care about you. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Connecting your lips to his again, you both stayed there, tangled together in the sheets for a short while longer, before finally deciding it was time to get out of bed. You reluctantly pulled your arms from around his waist as you placed one last kiss against his lips. “I’m just going to wash my face quick, then we could make breakfast?”

Nodding his head, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “sounds good to me.”

Sliding your feet over the edge of the bed, you made your way across the room and pushed the bathroom door closed behind you. You left it open a couple inches, just enough so that when you flipped on the light, it let a small amount of light into the bedroom for him to get dressed. Little did you know, he had other plans.

With the water running as you rinsed off your face-wash, you didn’t hear him getting out of bed, making his way towards you. Just as you shut off the tap, reaching for your washcloth to pat your skin dry, you heard the slight creak of the door. Smiling into the towel, you finally pulled it away from your face and looked to the side to see him standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face.

Smiling back at him, you set the towel down on the counter and he took that as his invite to come closer. Taking a few steps into the room, he stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a kiss against the back of your head. The smile on your face grew even wider as you slid your arms along his, intertwining your fingers effortlessly.

As you gazed at each other in the mirror, his head now beside yours with his chin resting on your shoulder, he whispered, “you are so beautiful.”

You felt heat rise in your cheeks, as you slowly closed your eyes and breathed in the moment. Feeling every bit of love he was showing you, you couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corner of your mouth. Nuzzling your head against his, you opened your eyes and whispered just as quietly, “thank you.”

A content smile consumed his features, knowing you’d truly heard him, and knowing his words were slowing beginning to sink in. He placed a kiss against your cheek, before you turned around in his embrace, and draped your arms over his shoulders. As you gazed up at him, you could see something in his eyes; you weren’t exactly sure what it was, but it sent an excited chill down your spine.

“Can I ask you something?” His voice was firm, sure of himself, prepared for whatever your answer might be.

Nodding your head, you admitted, “you can ask me anything.”

Smiling at the comfort you felt with him, he eased into it, “I know you’ve never been intimate with another person..”

A flustered smile graced your lips, and your breathing grew deeper by the second as you anticipated what he might say next. The smile that was plastered across his face quickly turned to a satisfied smirk as he finally asked his question, “do you.. touch yourself?”

Your eyelids fluttered as your mind processed his words, and you felt heat rise in your cheeks. Slowly releasing the air from your lungs through parted lips, you answered with a soft, “yes..”

His eyes darkened at your admission. He couldn’t help but wonder if any of those times were ever spent thinking of him. He wasn’t a man who spent a lot of time alone, but he’d be lying if he said he’d never thought about you on those rare occasions his hand was wrapped around his hard length. “Would you be comfortable telling me what you think about when you do?”

Breathing deep once more, you simply nodded your head, the lump in your throat making it impossible for you to speak at first. You could see it in the look on his face, he wanted to know it all. He wanted to know what you like, what your deepest desires are, and even more important, what things you might want to avoid; all of it.

Add to that the fact that you’d never done this before. He’d never once thought about it in a negative way, but there was no denying that being the person you would be giving yourself to for the first time held weight. He wanted to make sure he was doing whatever he could to make the experience everything you’d ever dreamed it could be.

Swallowing hard, your eyes connected with his momentarily, before you felt heat rushing through you all over again. Dropping your head, your eyes lingered on the way his shirt hugged his chest beautifully. You took a deep breath and finally confessed, “I think.. I want someone who can be gentle..” your fingers mindlessly running through the hair on the back of his head, “but who isn’t afraid to take control either..” As those last words fell off your lips, you glanced back up at him, and the look on his face took your breath away.

Your gut told you that was exactly the kind of man he was, and seeing the way he looked at you as you spoke only confirmed your suspicious. It was almost too good to be true. He was your perfect man. The man of your dreams. The man who was going to give you everything you’d ever hoped for, and more.

“I think that can be arranged,” he responded through a cheeky grin, taking your breath away all over again.

The way he kissed you then, deep and hungry, but still gentle, brought out a new sense of confidence that you never thought you had in you. Tightening your arms around his neck, you pulled his lips even closer to yours, before admitting boldly, “since we’re already talking about this.. I.. want you to know that I’m not quite as innocent as it might seem..” His eyes darkened at your admission. “I’ve never done anything with someone else, but I do own a toy or two, okay, self love is important..”

The groan that left his lips made your entire body exhale, and you felt it down there. Before you could say any more, his lips were on yours again, unable to fight the images in his mind of you, alone, making yourself feel good. Giggling softly, you added playfully, “And there are.. things.. I’ve thought about. Things I want to try.. for myself.. and for you..” You accentuated those last words by gently trailing your fingertips down the soft material of his t-shirt.

The breath he let out made you smile once more. “I'd be more than happy to let you try whatever you'd like..”

You let out another soft giggle, biting your bottom lip gently before inquiring, “I want to know what you like, too.”

Brushing a few stray hairs out of your face, he kissed your forehead gently, “communication. I just want you to be honest with me. People change, desires change. I don’t want you to feel like anything is set in stone. If you ever change your mind, and want to try something different, or you end up not liking something you thought you would, I want you to know that you can tell me. And I’ll do the same for you.”

A wide smile spread across your face as you nodded, “okay, I can do that.” You hesitated for a moment, "but.. there's got to be more, isn't there?"

Through a light laugh he admitted, "you're right, there is.. but I don't want you to worry about that just yet, sweetheart. There's no rush. We've got plenty of time to figure it all out. I want to focus on you right now."

His honesty, and his care for you made your heart swell in your chest. You'd imagined your first time over and over, thought you'd covered every possible scenario in your mind, but having a conversation about your desires beforehand was something you hadn't foreseen. Yet here you were, and you were so thankful for him.

"Okay," you spoke through a soft smile, "thank you, Aaron."

Smiling, he placed one more kiss against your forehead. Though the fire between you was burning bright, he could feel it; the fact that you still weren’t quite ready to take that step. Releasing his grasp on your hips, he effortlessly slipped one of his hands into yours, leading you down the short hallway of your apartment. Once in the kitchen, you both shared a playful hour of cooking and enjoying the delicious breakfast you prepared together, scattered with gentle hugs, and tender kisses.

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As the texts came rolling in that afternoon, karaoke was suggested for girl’s night. You'd accepted the offer to join, but admitted that you wouldn't be getting up on stage. You were more than happy to simply go along and enjoy the evening, watching them sing to their heart’s content. Now here you were, just the 4 of you sitting around a table at the team’s go-to karaoke bar, drinks in hand.

The moment you showed up, you could feel it, the way your newly-discovered relationship was hanging over everyone. You wanted to say something, confirm what they were all thinking, that yes you two were actually together, and that yes you were happy. But you didn’t know how to bring it up. Talking about your personal life had never been your strong suit, especially when it came to relationships, or lack-there-of. But now you actually had something to talk about, and you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it; there was something else that would take some getting used to.

But it wouldn’t take long for the group to bring up what you’d been too nervous to. After several minutes of conversation, and listening to others get up on stage to sing, Penelope was the first one to shift the conversation. “Sooo, I heard the exciting news!!” She giggled as your gaze met hers, “how are things with you and Hotch?!”

Your smile started in your eyes, before spreading like wildfire across your face. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks as you thought back to that morning, curled up in bed together, your lips connected passionately. Not to mention the conversation that followed; the trust and honesty between you made the butterflies in your stomach come to life. Dropping your head, you fidgeted with the bracelet on your wrist as you attempted to put your emotions into words.

“Oooo,” Emily prodded lovingly, “the sex is that good, is it?"

Shaking your head and laughing softly, you glanced up at her. Something in you wanted to come clean and be honest with them; you trusted them. But you were still having a hard time admitting to yourself that you have him within your grasp, yet you’ve been unable to take that step. You decided that now wasn’t the time to dive deep into your inexperience, or your anxieties that surrounded it, so you simply rolled your eyes playfully and teased, “well I’m not going to give you all the dirty details..” Heat rose in your cheeks once again as you attempted to play down your mild deception, “but things are going really well.”

The wide grin on Emily’s face told you that your twisting of the truth had worked. Penelope clearly bought it too, as she reached her hand out to grasp your arm lovingly, “a lady never tells, right?” she added with a wink.

Laughing softly, you nodded your head in agreement, “that’s exactly right.”

You were thankful when the conversation shifted quickly, but one glance at JJ told you that she hadn’t been as easily convinced as the others. As her eyes met yours, a smile pulled at the corner of her mouth and she nodded her head knowingly. You realized then that she’d seen right through you.

Another 20 minutes later, the mic was finally free and Garcia and Prentiss decided it was their time to shine. As they stood from their seats, they reached out their hands to JJ, who politely declined to join, “I think I’m going to sit this one out, ladies.” Their disappointment was clear in their exaggerated pouts, but they didn’t push, simply turning with a laugh, locking arms, and making their way up to the stage.

Once they were out of ear shot, JJ jumped straight down to business, “okay, I’m sorry to bring this up again, but I just have to know.. you and Hotch.. did he go to that wedding with you?!”

The way your eyes dropped to the drink in your hand was all the confirmation she needed, but you answered anyway, "he did.."

"Ha!" she exclaimed, "I knew it!" As you finally looked back up at her, she took the hint by the look on your face and dialed back her excitement a little bit. "Sorry, sorry, I'm just so happy for you!! For both of you!"

You laughed softly, reaching out your hand and grasping hers, "thank you, JJ." As heat rose in your cheeks once again, you spoke though a content sigh, "I'm really happy, too."

Giving your hand a loving squeeze, she asked gently, "but.. you two.. you haven't.."

You shook your head, causing her to trail off in the middle of her question, a quiet, “no..” falling off your lips.

She could see something in your eyes, something that told her you regretted that that was your answer. Doing her best to read the situation, she offered warm words of encouragement, "well that's okay! Honestly, I think it’s really sweet. It shouldn’t always be about that anyway. You’re connecting on a deeper level, really getting to know each other first. That's important. I think it's a good sign that you two will last."

Your smile grew as her words sunk in, you really hoped she was right. The thought of spending the rest of your life with him wasn't scary or intimidating, it felt like the natural path for you; like you'd finally figured out where you were meant to be. "You've got a point there.." your voice trailed off once more as your eyes scanned hers. You'd trusted her with so much already, the conversation you'd had with her on the jet before the wedding had really shown you that you could open up to her without fear of judgement. Breathing in deep, you admitted gently, “but we uhh, we haven't, done it, yet because.. I.. haven’t..”

As realization spread across her face, your eyes were locked on her. The way her lips parted slightly, and her eyebrows raised, told you that your confession had caught her completely by surprise. “Wait.. really?” she asked, care in her voice. Simply nodding your head, you found yourself unable to speak. But it didn't matter, because she had another question front and center in her mind, “does he..”

You cut her short, knowing exactly where her mind was at, “yes, JJ, he knows.”

Smiling back at you, pure joy radiating from her, she admitted, “okay I take back what I said earlier. That is officially the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard."

That caused both of you to laugh, giving your mind a second to recover from it's anxiousness. Now that that was out of the way, you felt the exact same way you had on the jet that day, like you could tell her anything. You spoke quietly once again, "we've talked about it a couple times, and he's been incredibly kind and understanding."

Another smile consumed her features, "now you see, that doesn't surprise me at all." You both shared another laugh before she added, "he might put on a face at work, but that’s all it is. Behind those strong eyebrows and that stern look is one of the best people I've ever met. I'm so glad you've found each other."

You murmured a quiet, "I am, too," just as you heard the music starting. As both of you exchanged one more loving glance, you finally turned your attention to the stage, where Penelope and Emily had selected their song and were about to give the best performance of their lives. Or at least that's how it would be recounted to everyone at the office.

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Curled up in the sheets the next morning, you were surprised to find yourself overcome by the feeling that your bed was incredibly empty without him beside you. Heat rushed through you at the thought; you were getting so accustomed to him being there, holding you close, that you wanted to do anything you could to be there again.

You glanced over at your phone when you heard it buzz, and couldn't help but smile when you saw his name lighting up the screen.

📲 Good morning, sweetheart. How was last night?

Smiling at the message, you quickly typed out a reply.

📲 Good morning, handsome. It was great! I think Prentiss and Garcia set the record for the most Madonna songs sung in one night.

You could practically see the smile that was surely plastered across his face as he read your message.

📲 Why am I not surprised? I'm glad you enjoyed your evening.

He'd told you the previous morning that Jack had requested a movie night, and you couldn't wait to hear all about it.

📲 And your movie night with Jack? What did you end up watching?

Another huge smile spread across his face at the mention of his son.

📲 The Empire Strikes Back. He's been anxiously waiting for me to get home so we could watch it together.

A warmth washed over you as you imagined the two Hotchner boys curled up on the couch with popcorn, the sound of droids and lightsabers filling the room.

📲 Ooo that's my favourite one! Did Jack love it?

He couldn't deny the pull he felt towards you in that moment. You'd met Jack before, but never as anything more than a member of the team; one of his dad's co-workers. He knew Jack would love you, and vice versa, but knowing that you now had a solid starting point for building that relationship warmed his heart.

📲 He did! I didn't realize you were a Star Wars fan. You should join us for the next one.

Your heart fluttered. You knew this moment would come, and the predicted level of excitement you knew you'd feel was there in full force. Even the couple times you’d met Jack in the past, you knew he was a special kid. He was soft spoken, very smart, and very contemplative, always something on his mind; just like his father. You couldn't wait to spend more time with him, bonding over your shared love of all things galactic.

📲 Am I ever! I would love that.

Another smile pulled at the corner of his lips as he typed out another message.

📲 Sounds great! But until then, I can't wait to see you again. Jack is going to a friend's for a sleepover tonight. Are you free for dinner?

After reading his message, you simply set your phone down on the bed beside you and stared up at the ceiling. It was like the past 3 months were being played out in slow motion right in front of you. The way he looked in that suit and bowtie at the wedding. The way his lips felt against yours sitting on that bench in the garden. The way his hands felt as they gripped your hips the night you’d pulled away from him; and how understanding he’d been about your hesitation. The way he held you close on multiple occasions when you were breaking down. The way it felt finally confessing your love for him, and hearing it in return. And finally, the way you felt right now in this moment, as a wave of emotion crashed over you, dragging you out to sea on a cloudless night, where you could finally see everything clearly.

It felt like all the stars had aligned.

It felt like this was exactly where you were meant to be.

📲 I am! Come over to my place and we’ll decide where we’d like to go?

You sent the message even though you knew neither of you were going to make it to a restaurant.

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The soft knock at your door made the butterflies come to life in your stomach. This might not be the first time he’d been to your place, or the first time he’d shown up at your door to whisk you away for a romantic evening. But it was the first time you’d be opening that door, inviting him into your space, with more on your mind than ever before.

Flipping the lock and turning the handle on the door, you slowly pulled it open to find him standing there, bouquet of flowers in hand. The love you felt for him gripped your chest, making it impossible to breathe, but the look on your face said it all. Taking a step forward, he reached his free hand out and cradled the back of your head, placing a gentle kiss against your forehead.

Once he was through the door, he handed the flowers to you and you graciously accepted them, “thank you Aaron, they’re beautiful!”

As you held the bouquet, he cupped your face with both of his strong hands, pulling your lips to his passionately, “not as beautiful as you.”

A flustered smile graced your lips, as you leaned forward and kissed him again; your way of saying thank you.

As you turned to find a vase to put them in, he couldn’t help but stare as you walked away. You were wearing a simple wrap dress, one who’s v-neck showed off your breasts flawlessly, with it tied around your waist, accentuating your curves. The way your hips swayed as you moved had his mind racing. “I didn’t realize we were dressing up tonight,” he said through a soft chuckle, as he looked down at the polo shirt and jeans he was wearing.

In contrast to your outfit, he did look slightly underdressed, but it didn’t matter. If things went to plan, your clothing would be littered across the floor soon enough.

Turning to face him once again, you confessed, “I didn’t get dressed up to go out.” You could see the confusion on his face, and you couldn’t help the quiet laugh that escaped your lips.

“But I thought..” he trailed off, as you took slow steps towards him, tugging gently at the bow keeping your dress together.

“I got dressed up for you.” One final pull had the knot coming undone.

A sharp exhale left his lips as realization settled in his chest. He watched, speechless, as you carefully pulled back one side of the dress, giving him a tiny peek at the lacy set you’d picked out just for him. A soft, “oh..” fell off his lips, as his eyes trailed across your body.

You couldn’t help but smile; you’d never seen him this flustered before, and it made heat rush through your veins. “Is that okay?” Your voice was soft as you finally stepped close to him, resting your hands on either side of his arms.

All he could do was nod his head, the blush in his cheeks clear as day.

“You’re nervous..” you spoke gently, placing your hand against his chest, feeling his racing heart through the soft material enveloping his chest.

Wrapping his hand around yours, he squeezed tight, “I just want you to be sure.”

Through a soft smile, you admitted, “I’m sure, Aaron. I love you. I trust you.”

A deep sigh left his lips, “I love you, too, Y/N.” With his hand still holding yours, he slowly lifted it, pressing a tender kiss against the palm of your hand.

Releasing the grasp on your hand, he lowered his hands to your hips, pulling you closer. Draping your arms over his shoulders, you gently ran your fingers through his hair, causing a shiver to run down his spine. Sharing another loving glance, his eyes finally flickered down to your lips, before he leaned in, ever so slowly.

When your lips connected with his, you felt fireworks erupting deep within. You were no longer anxious about where a kiss like that would lead. You felt completely free of any inhibitions, no longer overthinking every move you made. You could simply allow your body to give in to what it's been begging for.

After kissing you deep once more, he reluctantly pulled his lips away from yours; he needed to distance himself for a moment because his mind was racing. He’d dreamt of this moment for so long, and now it was finally here. Holding you in his arms at that wedding, your head resting on his chest while you swayed back and forth, had taken his breath away. Having you underneath him, your soft skin against his, your body shaking, might just do him in completely.

A gentle laugh graced his lips as he rested his forehead against yours. The silence that fell between you then wasn't awkward, it was calm, safe, and comforting. With your breathing matching his, you slowly pulled away to look him in the eyes, before grasping his hand in yours. As he smiled down at you, the gentle squeeze of your hand made your heart flutter.

Taking a step to the side, your hand locked in his, you lead him through the living room, down the short hallway, and into your bedroom. The room was lit by the dim glow of the bedside lamp, enveloping you both in warmth.

Releasing your grasp on his hand, you turned to face him before placing your palms against his chest, and slowly running them along the front of his shirt. With your eyes connected, he didn't stop you as your hands slowly trailed down the front of his body, across his stomach, before reaching the hem of his shirt. The soft nod of his head was all it took, as your fingertips slid underneath the soft material, your hands making contact with his warm skin. Trailing your palms across his stomach, up to his chest, you watched eagerly as his breathing hitched, a content sigh falling off his lips.

Every line of scarred skin under your fingertips sent a chill through you. He'd been through so much, experienced the best, and the absolute worst things that life had to offer. Somehow, that had all lead him to you. The same way everything you'd been through, every rejection that lead to heartbreak, every lonely night spent praying for love to find you, had lead you here; to him.

With your palms still running along his chest, he reached behind his back with one hand and pulled his shirt over his head smoothly, tossing it to the side. You didn't hesitate, wrapping your arms around his waist, and connecting your lips to his soft skin. As you trailed kisses across his chest, from one shoulder to the other, his hand came up to rest on the back of your head.

Placing one final kiss against his skin, you looked up at him, and in no time he was pulling your lips to his passionately. As your tongue danced effortlessly with his, a moan rumbled in your chest, causing him to smile against your lips, and kiss you even deeper.

Without breaking his lips away from yours, he gently grabbed hold of either side of your dress that was now hanging open, and you followed his lead. Dropping your arms to the side, your lips still connected to his, you allowed him to push the material over your shoulders, falling to the ground in a pile at your feet.

With one more kiss, he finally pulled back, and his eyes locked on yours. As you smiled up at him, you could see it in the expression on his face; he was asking permission to look. Completely overcome by the love you felt for him, you couldn't help but smile, as you reached for his hand. Placing it against your hip, you slowly guided it up your side along your bare skin, until you reached your bra. Cupping your hand around his, you squeezed gently, and his eyes flickered shut at the feeling.

When he opened them once again, he scanned your face wildly before finally dropping his gaze to your chest. The way the lilac purple material hugged your breasts flawlessly took his breath away. His eyes slowly trailed down your stomach, to the matching underwear clothing your folds, before looking back up at you. He couldn't believe you were standing there in front of him, wearing a beautiful set of lingerie, just for him.

As you reached for the belt on his jeans, your fingers fidgeting with the buckle, he gently grasped your wrist, stopping your movements. Gazing into his eyes, you asked softly, "what is it?"

Nothing in the world could have prepared you for his answer.

"The fact that anyone turned you away, I will never understand."

Your heart jumped into your throat, and it felt like you couldn't breathe. His words cut straight through any remaining hesitations you might have had, making you feel truly at home in your skin for the first time in your life. Like maybe you were worthy of love after all. Like maybe you might actually get your happy ending.

Unable to control yourself any longer, your eyes flickered down to his lips as you stood on your tiptoes, kissing him passionately. With your arms around his waist, and his hands on your hips, pulling you closer, you stood there with your lips dancing together for what felt like an eternity.

One moment in particular, when he readjusted his grasp on your hips, pulling you flush with his body, you could feel his excitement through his pants as it pressed into your stomach. A deep exhale left your chest, causing your lips to part from his, and you could hear the smile that spread across his face.

Your chest heaved, breathless from the kiss, as your hands slowly wandered down to his belt once more. With a gentle hand cupping your cheek, he kissed your forehead gently as your shaky fingers fumbled with the buckle, before finally pulling it open. Slowly pulling the zipper on his jeans down, he allowed you to push them over his hips and to the floor.

Stepping out of the crumpled material, he lead you closer to the bed. As your legs brushed against the sheets, you grasped his bicep to keep yourself steady as you climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of him. Sharing another loving glance, you leaned forward and trailed more kisses across his sturdy chest as your fingers wandered down his body once more.

Trailing more kisses up his neck, your hand gently ran over the front of his boxers. Feeling his impressive length through the material, a chill ran through you. Having his warm, flushed skin against yours, feeling him, knowing you were the cause of it all; it was overwhelming in the best way imaginable.

A soft groan escaped his lips as you placed kisses along his jaw, before capturing his lips with yours. The kiss was hot, feverish, and messy, as you began moving your palm quicker, reveling in the way he moaned into your mouth with every motion of your hand. The feeling sent shockwaves through your system, causing the burning in your belly to grow, and heat to pool between your legs.

But it wasn't long before his hand was on yours again, stopping your motions. Pulling away from the kiss, both of you breathing heavily with your lips parted, he brushed his nose against yours playfully before admitting through a breathless laugh, "sweetheart, I won't last much longer if you keep doing that.."

Letting out a soft laugh, you spoke quietly, "I'm sorry.."

He laughed right along with you, placing a gentle kiss against your lips, "you don't need to apologize. It just feels too good.. You feel too good." You exhaled deep at his words, and a sly smile flashed across his face at the affect it had on you. "Just lay back and relax.. let me take care of you.”

All you could do was nod, your cheeks burning at the realization of what he was suggesting. You shouldn't have been surprised, knowing the kind of man he was, of course he was going to put your pleasure above his own; especially now, trusting him with such an intimate moment in your life.

As you laid back against the soft sheets, your body in the middle of the bed, you watched breathlessly as he knelt on the bed at your feet. Placing his hands against the outside of your ankles, he slowly trailed his fingertips up the sides of your legs. With his large hands completely consuming your knees, he looked you in the eyes before gently nudging your legs apart.

As your knees separated from one another, his hands still resting against them encouragingly, you felt nervousness bubble up inside you. Nerves over finally allowing someone to see you, to touch you, to kiss you down there, were all you could think about, and you instinctively brought a hand up to cover your face.

Shuffling a bit closer, he reached his hand out to you, caressing the hand that was covering your face, and cooing softly, "hey, sweetheart, look at me." Allowing him to pull your hand away from your face, you opened your eyes and gazed up at him, doe eyed and breathless. "There she is.." his voice was quiet, as his hand held yours. The smile that creased the corners of your eyes made his heart swell in his chest.

Leaning forward, he nuzzled himself between your legs, resting his bodyweight on his arms beside you. With one hand still holding yours, he used his other to gently brush a few stray hairs out of your face, before connecting his lips to yours tenderly. "I want to kiss you," he admitted against your lips, "down your neck," another kiss, "across your stomach," he kissed you deeply, "and between those beautiful thighs." The things he said always took your breath away. "Is that okay?"

Nodding your head, you connected your lips to his once more, before admitting quietly, "yes, Aaron. Please.."

A smile spread wide across his face as he began his trail of kisses across your cheek and down your neck. Once he reached your chest, he placed gentle kisses between your breasts, his hands cupping them and squeezing lightly, drawing a soft moan out of you before he continued down your body. Finally between your legs, he glanced up at you, care in his eyes as he spoke, "I'll take things slow. Just tell me if you need me to stop, okay?"

Nodding your head once more, you reassured him, "I will, I promise." You'd propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him, and as you reached a hand out to him, you ran your fingers through his hair lovingly.

With another smile, he lowered himself between your legs, trailing gentle kisses from your knee, down the inside of your thigh. Before you knew what hit you, he was kissing your mound through the lacy material of your underwear.

With your eyes trained on him, you couldn’t help but sigh at the way his eyebrows drew together in concentration. He was holding himself back from diving in too quickly, and devouring you the way he’d always dreamed of; that would be for another night. For now, he wanted to take his time, make sure you felt comfortable, relaxed, and safe.

A gentle sigh fell off your lips, your fingers tightening their grip on his hair. Without taking his lips off of you, he glanced up, those strong eyebrows of his raising effortlessly as his eyes searched yours. The sight knocked the breath right out of you.

The feeling was already too much, and with a soft moan, you allowed yourself to fall back against the sheets. With every kiss, he got more and more eager, even using his tongue to tease you through the soft material. "You're already so wet.. I can taste you through your pretty little panties."

You felt your walls clench at his words, a deep throbbing beginning to build between your legs. You'd felt it before, the times you'd touched yourself, the urge to have contact with your clit immediately, the urge to push yourself over that edge as soon as possible. But it was so much different with him, knowing he was the one who was going to take you there. Knowing he wanted to take you there. Knowing you could just lay back and relax, enjoying every bit of pleasure he was offering.

With his hands trailing across the soft skin of your stomach, he lowered them to your hips, tucking his fingers under the sides of your underwear. You took the hint, lifting your hips off the bed and allowing him to pull the material down your legs. In no time at all, he had them tossed aside, and as he lowered himself between your legs once more you could feel his hot breath against your core.

Another chill ran through you as he spoke, "you ready, sweetheart?"

A breathless, "yes," escaped your lips, and he didn't hesitate, attaching his lips to your waiting folds immediately. The second he made contact with your body, you let out a deep groan, a sound you'd never made before, but one that was music to his ears. This was it, the first time you'd ever let anyone in, and allowed them to be responsible for your pleasure.

With his tongue running eagerly through your wetness, he couldn't help but let out small groans of his own; he finally had you within in grasp, your body trembling under his touch, and he simply couldn't get enough. He felt as though if he was the last man on earth, he would only need you to keep him alive. "Fuck sweetheart," he moaned between swipes of his tongue, and kisses against your aching bud, "you taste so good."

Another deep moan escaped your lips as you felt that same pleasure building inside you. But there was another aching you couldn't ignore. You needed more. You needed something, anything, inside of you. "Aaron.." you whimpered, "more.. I need more.."

You could feel his smile against your folds, as he slid his tongue between them all over again, flicking across your clit along the way. "Yeah?"

A quiet, "mhmm.." was all you could muster, as your hips writhed beneath him.

"Do you want my fingers?" He asked the question, already knowing the answer.

Groaning deep, you mumbled an almost incoherent, "please.." before finally opening your eyes and glancing down at him. The sight knocked the wind right out of you; the smile on his face was glistening, shining, soaked with your arousal. You could have sworn you'd never seen anything more attractive in your life, and before you knew what you were doing, you were sitting up and reaching out for him. Grasping his face in your hands, you pulled his lips to yours, kissing him deep. As your tongue explored his mouth eagerly, you could taste yourself on his lips, and it only spurred you on.

When you finally pulled away, your cheeks grew hot at the look on his face, his eyes wide, lust written in the way his pupils dilated. No words were needed, as he brought his hand up to your lips, and you eagerly parted them. Sucking gently, swirling your tongue around his thick digits, he finally pulled them out, a quiet pop echoing throughout the room.

Keeping his eye trained on yours, he brought his hand back down between your legs, before carefully lining them up with your entrance. "Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?"

Your chest heaving, you admitted boldly, "I don't want you to."

His eyes burned even hotter at that, but he still kept his promise of being gentle, and taking things slow. With a couple swipes of his fingers through your folds, coating them in your arousal, he finally pushed the pads of his fingers past your tight lips and between your aching walls. With small motions, he pushed them farther and farther in until he couldn't reach any deeper, and you couldn't help but let out an airy breath at the feeling.

With your eyes locked on his, you nodded your head, giving him permission to move. He started by slowly pulling them out, before pushing them back in carefully, over and over. The feeling was indescribable; his fingers were so much bigger than your own. "You can move faster, Aaron. Please.." you whined.

He responded immediately, picking up the slow and steady pace he'd set, getting quicker by the second. Placing his other hand flat against your chest, he encouraged you to lay back against the bed. As your back hit the sheets once more, you immediately felt your body relax, giving into the feeling of his fingers buried deep inside you. Shifting his hand slightly, he began pressing his fingers flat against that spongey spot inside you, causing yet another breathy moan to fall off your lips.

With no signs of you wanting him to stop, and all signs pointing towards the fact that your body was nearing the edge, he readjusted himself slightly so he could meet your body with his lips once again. The second his tongue made contact with your clit, you gasped, the feeling completely overwhelming your senses. With every movement of his fingers, and every swipe of his tongue, you felt your body nearing that summit.

Once he started curling his fingers, you were done for, the feeling completely consuming you. Reaching your hands down, you grasped fistfuls of his hair, encouraging him to press his lips even harder against you, and he took the hint. Picking up the pace with his fingers yet again, he began sucking directly on your clit, causing a string of breathy curse words to echo throughout the room. "Oh fuck.. Aaron.." you pleaded, "I'm so close.. You're going to make me cum.."

He didn't let up, keeping his fingers exactly where they were, encouraging your throbbing walls to fully clench around them, and in a matter of seconds, they would. He simply hummed in acknowledgement, his lips still wrapped around your clit, and that was all it took. With one strangled gasp, you tightened your grip on his hair, as you felt that wave of pleasure crash over you. With your mouth wide open, your back arched off the bed, he continued with the motions of his fingers as long as you would allow him, helping you ride out your high.

When it finally reached the point of too much, you pushed down on his head and he reacted immediately. Pulling his fingers out of you, he swiped his tongue across your sensitive bud one last time, causing a shiver of pleasure to shake your body.

With your chest heaving, your arms dropped limp beside you, he couldn't help but admire your breathless form. His eyes trailed from your soaking core, across your stomach to your breasts, and finally to the look of pure bliss on your face. If he wasn't already hard, he definitely would be now.

Trailing his large hands along your legs, he placed gentle kisses against the inside of your thighs, still wanting to be close to you as you came down from your high. "You are so beautiful, my sweet girl."

A breathless laugh rumbled in your chest, as you finally opened your eyes once more. Gazing down at him, his cheek resting against the inside of your thigh, you reached one of your shaky hands up to the side of his face, your thumb brushing against his cheek. "I love you so much, Aaron."

The smile that spread across his lips was contagious, and you couldn't help the smile that consumed your features. "I love you, too, Y/N."

With one more swipe of your thumb across his cheek, you reached farther down, grasping his shoulder and whining playfully, "get up here.."

Kissing your thigh once more, he eagerly shuffled his body between your legs, hovering over you as your lips met passionately. With his sturdy frame caging you in from above, instinct took over and your legs dropping open even wider. You could feel his hard length against your core, nothing but the thin material of his boxers separating your body from his. It didn't take long before you began moving beneath him, grinding your hips into his eagerly. "I need you, Aaron.." your words were mumbled against his lips, but he heard every syllable.

He couldn't help the moan that left his lips; it felt like every nerve ending in his body was on high alert. The way your hips grinded against his, the way your arms encircled his body, and the way your hands trailed along his back. The way the lacy material of the bra you were still wearing rubbed gently against his chest, the way your lips felt against his, and the way your hair felt between his fingers. You were completely intoxicating, and you were asking him to make love to you. Your first time. Your first time together. His first time with the woman who had plagued his mind for nearly 2 years now.

Pulling away from your lips, he leaned on his arms beside you, placing a kiss against your forehead. Gazing into your eyes, he asked softly, "you're still sure this is what you want?"

A smile creased the corners of your eyes, as you brought one of your hands up to the side of his face. Kissing his lips tenderly, you nodded your head as you reassured him, "yes, Aaron. I want this. I want you."

Capturing your lips with his, he gently trailed kisses across your cheek and down your neck once more, before looking back up at you. "Okay," he spoke through a soft smile.

"Okay," you repeated, your fingers carding through his hair. Placing another kiss against his lips, you turned your head to the side, and he followed your line of sight as you pointed at your bedside table, "I have condoms in the top drawer."

Looking back at you, a cheeky grin spread across his face, "oh you do, do you?"

You bit your lip and nodded your head sheepishly, feeling heat rise in your cheeks all over again, "mhmm.. I knew I wanted this with you tonight. I was really hoping you would, too."

Pressing his lips to yours gently, he lingered for a moment before confessing, "I will always want this with you." You felt the breath leave your chest, the love and acceptance you felt completely overwhelming you.

With a gentle peck against your lips, he lifted his body off of yours before standing from the bed and reaching for the bedside table. Opening the top drawer, he found a small pile of foil packages inside and picked one up, before turning back to you. You'd propped yourself up on your elbows once more, watching eagerly as he tucked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down.

The second they passed his hips, and his hard length sprang free, your mouth dropped open. You knew he was big; you already had your suspicions, and then you'd felt him through his boxers earlier, but actually seeing him sent a shockwave of nerves through you. He was big. How was he going to fit?

Once he dropped the material to the floor, he tore open the package and swiftly rolled the condom down his length. You watched in awe at the way he swung back and forth as he climbed back onto the bed, kneeling between your legs once more. Glancing back down at you, he finally registered the look on your face, one that told him that your confidence of a few minutes ago had been cut down drastically.

Before he could say anything, you were speaking up in an attempt to make light of the anxiousness that clouded your mind, "you’re uhh.. you're definitely bigger than my vibrator..”

He tried to suppress it, the smirk on his face after hearing those words fall off your lips. He could see the nerves written across your face, and he didn't want to do anything to make things worse for you. But he couldn't help the way it felt, seeing the surprise on your face, and hearing the slight shake in your voice; his confidence took quite a boost in that moment. He knew that once you got used to him, you'd be glad you'd found him, trusted him, allowed him in; you'd be intoxicated by the feeling of him deep within you.

You saw it, too, the flicker of lust in his eyes as you spoke. While your intentions had been to reiterate to him that you'd need him to go slow, you'd meant it as a compliment, too. You knew as well as he did, that his size would never become boring or mundane; it wouldn't matter how many times you had him deep inside, that initial intrusion would still burn in the most glorious way.

Reaching a hand out to grasp yours, he immediately jumped in to calm the fear racing through your mind. "Hey, sweetheart," he cooed, "look at me," bringing your attention back up to him. As your eyes finally flickered up to meet his, he reassured you, "I promise we'll take things slow. And we can stop whenever you need to."

Nodding your head, you smiled up at him, "okay.. thank you, Aaron. I trust you."

Reaching for your hand, he grasped it gently, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back of it tenderly. Leading your hand farther down, he encouraged you to wrap it around his length, and you did, feeling his girth between your fingers; your fingers didn't meet each other. "Just tell me when you're ready, sweetheart." Nodded your head in response, he let go of your hand, and you began gently moving up and down along his length. An excited chill ran through you as his stomach tensed and his head tipped back in pleasure.

After a moment, you shuffled your hips a bit closer to his, your hand still wrapped around him. As you laid back against the sheets once more, you carefully placed his length against your soaking folds. Running his tip back and forth, coating it in your wetness, you both moaned softly at the feeling of your bodies truly connected for the first time.

Lining him up with your entrance, you lightly pressed the tip against you, testing the waters, and his eyes immediately shot down between your legs. Drinking in the sight of your hand around him, directing him where you needed him, his length glistening with your arousal.

Once you let go of his length, his eyes trailed along your body, across your soft stomach, to your breasts still clothed in lace, and finally up to meet your eyes. The slight nod of your head, and your soft words, "I'm ready, Aaron. I want you inside me," gave him the go-ahead.

Reaching his hand out, he gently placed it against your pelvis, running his thumb back and forth encouragingly, "okay, please tell me if I'm going too fast, or if anything hurts.."

"I will," you agreed, "I promise."

With that, he slid his hand farther down, his thumb making contact with your swollen clit, sending a shiver through you. Using his other hand to steady his length, he carefully pushed his hips forward, just enough to allow his tip inside you. Keeping his hips still, he continued moving his thumb, back and forth against your aching bud, causing your body to relax more and more by the second, and allowing you to focus on the pleasure rather than the stretch.

Glancing down at you once more, he slowly pressed into you a bit farther, and he watching in awe as your already closed eyes squeezed shut even tighter. With your lips parted, your chest heaving, he gently pushed a bit farther again, and this time your hand flew up to his arm, grasping it lightly. Somehow he knew, that this was your way of communicating if it was too much. He would pay such close attention to your grip on his arm, and slow down if you gripped him too tight.

With every inch of his length slowly pressing between your tight walls, he ran his thumb back and forth over your sensitive clit. As his thumb made contact, over and over, he could feel you clenching around him, throbbing as you took more and more of him with each gentle push forward. You were completely intoxicating, squeezing him so tight he could hardly think straight; you felt even better than he could have imagined.

In no time, that same stinging sensation you could remember feeling the first time you'd used your vibrator was back; only this was even more intense. He was big. Your body needed time to adjust, and you were thankful he was giving that to you. But with every small push forward, that stinging grew and grew, until it was all you could focus on. The bliss your clit was providing was fading into the distance with every second that passed.

You subconsciously tightened your grip on his arm, and he immediately stilled his hips, his hand that was keeping his length steady found it's way to encompassing yours. He spoke softly, "hey, sweetheart.. are you okay? Is it too much? Do you need me to stop?"

Finally opening your eyes, you gazed up at him, the concern on his face making your heart swell in your chest. You shook your head no, your breathless voice confirming, "no, I think.. I think I just need you to move in and out a bit.."

Nodding his head, understanding what you were asking, he kept his hand where it was, a comforting gesture that he was there, and he was being careful. Continuing with those same gentle swiping motions with his thumb, he began pulling out, ever so slowly, before pushing back in gently. He was careful not to go any farther than he'd already been inside you, letting you get used to what you'd already taken, which to your surprise, would be more than you'd thought.

That small taste of movement sent shockwaves through his body. You were so warm, and so tight, and you felt so fucking good every time your walls pulled him farther in. Glancing down where your bodies met, he encouraged you, "you're so close, you've almost got all of me.. you're doing so well, sweetheart."

A deep groan rumbled in your chest at his words, his praise, his confidence in you, and his care for you. With a few more shaky movements of his hips, you felt his thighs meet yours, his length completely sheathed within you. Finally removing his hand from your pelvis, he reached up to caress your cheek, his thumb rubbing just as gently across your soft skin.

Opening your eyes once more, your gaze met his and you couldn't help but smile, a wide grin at how full you felt with him deep within you, stretching you like you'd never been stretched before. Reaching your arms out to him, you grasped his sides, "come here.." encouraging him to lean overtop of you.

As he did, the slight movement of his hips against yours caused you to moan, a soft curse leaving your lips, "fuuuck.. Aaron you're so deep. I can feel you everywhere.."

Your words got a moan out of him, too, as he captured your lips with his, hungry and passionate. Pulling away from your lips, he asked gently, his fingers carding through your hair, "you're okay? Does it hurt?"

Wincing slightly as your mind re-focused on the aching between your legs, you decided that being honest was best, "it stings.. but I'm okay. I don't want to stop. Fuck, I really don't want to stop."

A smile spread across his face life wildfire, creasing the corners of his eyes and making your heart flutter. "Okay," he grinned, "do you want me to move?"

Nodding your head, you whimpered softly, "please, I want to feel you.."

Another groan rumbled in his chest, as he connected his lips to yours again, and ever so slowly began moving his hips against yours. His length leaving you immediately left you feeling empty, like a part of you was missing. But as he gently pushed forward again, his length stretching you out in one fluid motion, you couldn't help the gasp that escaped your lips. You finally felt whole once more, but he stilled his hips at the sound of your breathy gasp, afraid that he’d pushed you too far, too soon.

You didn't give him a chance to second guess his actions, as you tried moving your hips beneath him, desperate to feel it again. It still stung, but you could finally feel that mixture of pain and pleasure creeping up inside you, and you didn't want it to end. You needed more. You needed him.

He kept still for a short while, allowing your hips to move at their own pace, until one particularly loud moan in his ear told him that you'd finally made it through the valley, and your body was beginning to climb higher. "How does that feel, my girl? Better?"

You nodded your head vigorously, a gentle, "mhmm," mumbled against his ear.

"Yeah?" His voice was quiet, as he placed sloppy kisses against your neck.

You let out another moan of, "mhmm.."

His next words completely took your breath away, as he sung your praises. "Good. Fuck, such a good girl. You feel amazing, sweetheart. So tight."

Exhaling hard, you tucked your face into his shoulder, kissing his warm skin passionately. With your arms tucked around his back, one feeling the muscles in his back as he held himself above you, the other wandering farther down to the small of his back. Lying your hand flat, you pressed down, finally encouraging him to move his hips.

He didn’t hesitate, starting slow, pulling back, before gently pushing his length back inside you. The whimper that left your lips this time was different; needy, hot, desperate. He couldn’t help but smile, kissing your neck just below your ear, whispering more praises as he slowly began picking up the pace, “my good girl.. taking my cock so well..”

His words made heat rush through you, and you felt your body relax instantly, another deep exhale falling off your lips. He felt it too, the way your walls relaxed, allowing him inside you easier, pulling him closer. With every thrust, in and out, over and over, the pain subsided, swiftly being replaced by the most pleasure you’d felt in your life. His body weight pinning you against the mattress, his pelvis rubbing against your aching clit with every thrust, and his length, his breathtaking length, hitting that glorious spot, and farther; somehow farther, deeper.

“Oh FUCK, Aaron..” your voice was achy, desperate, begging him for more, “you feel so good.. it doesn’t hurt anymore.. just, so fucking good..”

Another smile consumed his features as he lifted his head from beside yours, bringing a hand up to the side of your face, cupping your cheek gently. Opening your eyes, you were greeted with the sight of him gazing down at you, a beautiful mix of love and lust shining bright in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful like this, my girl..” he kissed you, deep and hungry, whispering again, “flushed, breathless, full of me..” before capturing your lips again.

With his hand still cupping your cheek, his lips connected to yours, you felt that familiar ache creeping in, your body begging for more. “Aaron.. I’m..” you whimpered, your eyes trained on his, so desperate for release you couldn’t say any more.

“I know, sweetheart..” he cooed, “I know.” Your head tipped back slightly, eyes closing as the pleasure grew. “I feel you. I’m right behind you..” Nodding your head, you pulled him close again, your arms wrapped around him as his entire body weight relaxed on top of you. “You can let go, my girl..” he said between kisses against your neck, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

With every thrust, his hips began to stutter, his own release building deep within; but he needed you to get there first. He tried desperately to hold on, the feeling of your walls fluttering around him pushing him too far. With a soft grunt, he begged, “cum for me, sweetheart..”

The strain in his voice rushed straight to your core, as you felt bliss consuming you, like your entire body was on fire. As your toes curled, and your arms tightened around his back, you felt that coil in your belly finally snap. Your walls began pulsing, a strangled moan getting stuck in your throat, as he continued his movements, carrying you through your high.

Just as he’d said, his release followed immediately after yours. The feeling of your body shaking beneath his, your tight walls constricting around his length, made his muscles tense as he spilled himself inside the condom, deep within you. Another soft grunt rolled off his lips, his hot breath on your neck, as one final movement of his hips made you whimper beneath him.

Finally stilling his motions, you felt his body collapse completely on top of yours, and the feeling was euphoric. You’d held him close before, but this was different; so different. Both of you breathless, your arms wrapped tight around him, his length stilled inside of you, you could have sworn you’d never felt more whole in your life.

A content sigh gripped your chest, as you gently trailed kisses along his shoulder, and up his neck. One of your hands trailing along his back, over his shoulder blades, and into his hair, massaging the back of his head. You heard him let out a deep breath at the feeling, as he lifted his head from beside yours.

As your eyes connected, you couldn’t help but smile, as a gentle laugh echoed throughout the room. The sound made his chest swell, a smile spreading across his face as he let out a breathless laugh of his own. Leaning down, he gently pressed his lips against yours, feeling the way your body sighed at the contact.

You both stayed right where you were for what felt like an eternity, your bodies still connected, his lips peppering your skin with soft kisses, and your hands running through his hair. His gentle voice was the first thing to break the silence, “I love you so much..”

Sighing deep once more, you ran your fingers along his cheek, cupping his face as your thumb trailed across his bottom lip. Pressing your lips to his, you whispered gently against them, “I love you, too..” You could feel his smile against yours. “Thank you for being so gentle..”

The corners of his eyes creased as he brought his hand up to the side of your face. Brushing a few beads of sweat from your hairline, he kissed the tip of your nose, then connected his lips to yours again. “Thank you for trusting me, sweetheart.” Sharing another tender kiss, he propped himself up on his elbows, his fingers finding their way into your hair, “how are you feeling?”

Smiling again, you admitted, “good..” a soft laugh accentuating your words, “full..”

A surge of adrenaline rushed through him at the mention of his size, still buried deep within you, as he leaned down and kissed your lips feverishly. As he finally came around, the lust clouding his mind fading into the background, he laughed lightly. After gathering his thoughts for a moment, you could hear the concern in his voice, “did I hurt you?”

Shaking your head, your hand caressed his cheek once more, “no, Aaron. Quite the opposite actually..”

He smiled at that, a blush creeping onto his face as he placed a loving kiss against your forehead, “okay, good.. that’s good.”

“And..” your voice trailed off, a sudden wave of nerves crashing over you as you thought about what you’d done, or rather the lack of what you’d done, “you? I didn’t do much..”

“No, no, sweetheart,” he cut your train of thought short before it had a chance to fester in your mind, “you did so well.. it was good for me too. So good..”

Letting out a deep breath through parted lips, you smiled up at him, a soft nod letting him know that you’d understood. Sharing one more tender kiss, he ran his thumb across your cheek gently, “I’m going to go grab some water, okay?”

Nodding your head again, you mentally prepared for the inevitable movement of his hips, the loss of contact between your bodies. Now that you had him inside you, you didn’t want to feel anything except it; you didn’t want him to move.

But that moment would come whether you liked it or not, and as expected, he was just as gentle as he had been when pressing into you. With a tender kiss against your lips to distract you from any potential discomfort, he slowly and carefully pulled his hips away from yours, swallowing your groan at the loss.

Separating his lips from yours, he smiled down at you, before pecking your nose once more. “I’ll be right back,” he cooed.

A quiet, “okay,” was all you could muster, as you watched him climb out of bed. You smiled to yourself as your eyes trailed across his broad shoulders, down the curve of his back, and finally to the way his butt jiggled as he walked.

Collapsing back against the sheets once more, you stared up at the ceiling, your hands covering your face yet again. Letting out a soft giggle, you sighed deep, feeling the way your body ached wondrously; you could still feel him.

In no time he was back, condom disposed of, a glass of water in one hand and a damp hand towel in the other. You couldn’t help but smile warmly at him as he sat on the bed beside you. Taking a quick sip of water from the glass, he passed it to you and you eagerly grasped it, taking a large gulp of water; you hadn’t realized just how thirsty you were. He couldn’t help but smile at the innocence of it, the way you graciously accepted the gesture, before looking up at him and smiling yourself.

Taking the glass from you and setting it on the bedside table, his eyes trailed across your body once more. He spoke softly, “are you okay if I..”

You nodded your head, knowing what he was going to ask, “yes Aaron, thank you.”

Smiling back at you, he spread the hand towel across his palm before shuffling a bit closer. Reaching his hand out slowly, he carefully caressed your core, the warmth from the water soothing any remaining ache you felt in your body. When he was finished, you thanked him, and he leaned forward to place another kiss against your lips.

As he pulled his boxers back on, you excused yourself to the bathroom; a UTI was not what you wanted to remember from your first time. As you made your way back out into your bedroom, you saw him sitting on the edge of your bed, a clean pair of underwear from your drawer in his hand. Smiling softly at him, you made your way across the space as he reached his hand out to you and you picked up the material from his grasp. “Thank you,” you murmured.

A quiet, “you’re welcome,” fell off his lips, as he watched you pull the material into place.

Reaching his hands out to you, he pulled you into his lap, your legs straddling him effortlessly. As you settled into place, your arms around his shoulders, you spoke once more, “when I was in the bathroom, I uhh, I noticed I was still wearing my bra.” He smiled softly at your observation. “I’m sorry.. you didn’t get to see..”

He shook his head, “it’s okay,” his knuckles gently brushing against your cheek, “next time.”

Letting out a slow breath, you leaned forward and kissed him gently. Next time. Those words rang in your ears like a song you couldn’t get out of your head, over and over and over. “Okay,” you whispered against his lips. After a quiet moment you asked playfully, “let’s order in?”

Nodding his head, he agreed, “that sounds good.”

As you tried to stand up, he tightened his grasp on your hips, keeping you in his lap. That’s when he opened his mouth as if to say something, before deciding against it.

A smile pulled at the corner of your lips, as you asked gently, “what is it?”

A flustered smile graced his lips, as he dropped his head, contemplating how to articulate what he was thinking. And in a split second, almost like his mind decided to just jump into the deep end, he blurted out, "you know at the wedding?” He finally looked up at you, “when you were waiting in line to get a drink, and I asked you to excuse me for a minute?"

You nodded your head, unsure of why he was bringing up that moment specifically; at the time you hadn’t thought much of it.

"Well I..” he trailed off again, the encouraging smile on your face giving him the push he needed, “I was imaging.. this..” Your eyes softened as realization washed over you. “Everything we just did.”

Tightening your arms around him, you held him close as you felt his hands slide along your back. Holding your gaze with his, he admitted quietly, “I couldn't stand seeing you so hurt. So lonely. So defeated. Especially when I felt the way I did for you. The way I.. do.. feel for you.”

Breathing deep, your lip quivered ever so slightly as his words settled deep in your chest. “I wanted to whisk you away. Show you that you are worthy of this. All of it. Of being held, and cherished, and loved. I wanted to show you that I could give it all to you. Because I’ve..” his voice broke slightly, as you brought a hand up to the side of his face, cupping his cheek lovingly. “I have loved you.. for a very.. long time. I have wanted this.. for a very.. long time.”

As a strange mix of emotions welled up inside you, one thing was clear. You knew the man before you was someone you wanted to have by your side for the rest of your life. Blinking slowly, you felt a single tear escape the corner of your eye, and roll down your cheek agonizingly slow.

Leaning forward, he kissed your cheek, stopping the tear where it stood, before trailing soft kisses closer and closer to your lips. He stopped right before your lips met, giving you the perfect opportunity to speak once more, “you are an incredible man, Aaron Hotchner, and I will continue to love you for the rest of my life,” before he finally connecting his lips to yours.

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[fitographia]

Issa leg day🥵

A good and brutal one just how we like it🤭 plus a good GymFit makes it even better😍 (wearing the new new from @nvgtn that’s launching on the 20th)

The leggings made it through these big thighs and this workout😜

But anywho let’s get into this workout, 5 exercises with lots of negatives, controlling the weight and feeling every bit of it. This is also the first time I do free weight squats heel elevated in a few weeks and they felt so good and that only gets me even more excited for the future gains!!

Give this workout a try😘

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Heel elevated squats

4x8-10 1x bodyweight to failure

Contralateral split squats

4x10-12

Lying leg curls

4x8-10

Machine hip thrust w /pause

4x10-12

Glute extensions

3x8-10

GymFit

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@nvgtn leggings

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[variety-fangirl]

Mine / Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: a few months after her breakup, y/n meets Eddie properly for the first time. They end up dating but y/n's ex isn't ready to leave her alone just yet, which brings a new raged jealousy Eddie didn't know he had.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS jealousy, partial violence, slight dom Eddie, oral (receiving and giving), unprotected PIV sex, swearing, hickies.

Authors note: I've been itching to write an Eddie fic, so here we are. I am such a slut for Eddie 🥵 and I've been obsessed with Eddie fics lately (if you couldn't tell by my reblogging 🤭). So I knew I had to! Liking, commenting, and reblogging really helps :D.

Word count: 3.7k

Y/n and Justin had been together for six months, and what a shitty six months those had been. She honestly wished she had never met the piece of shit in the first place. He was an acquaintance of Steve's, he had been in your year in high school but was of course popular so you'd never spoken, being that you'd been a nerd. She didn't blame Steve one bit for introducing them properly, Steve hadn't known what Justin was really like. Y/n and Steve had gone to a friend of a friend's party, deciding why the hell not? They wanted to properly enjoy a Saturday night that didn't involve babysitting, killing monsters, saving Hawkins or trying not to die.

Both just wanted to relax and enjoy a night together like normal kids their age did. They had entered the loud overcrowded house, the music vibrated through your skin no matter how far you stood away. The house was filled with sweaty, sexual frustrated teenagers grinding on one another as if their lives depended on it. The air was thick with smoke, the distinct smell of cigarettes and weed mixing with people's perfume and cologne. Y/n and Steve turned their heads to look at one another, a smile spreading slowly on their faces. She grabbed Steve's hand with her dark sparkly painted one and dragged him towards the kitchen, both in desperate need of a drink.

She poured them both a drink of the mysterious red liquid into two red plastic cups, handing Steve one. They both took a long gulp of their drinks, sighing in contentment as the sickly sweet flavour danced on their tongues. "Let's go dance!" she yelled over the music, pulling him with her to the living room. Steve rolled his eyes but followed nonetheless, secretly wanting to let loose and just enjoy himself. They both had had a few drinks before arriving, and she had a nice buzz surrounding her. She smiled, drink still hand, and just let go of everything. She sipped on her drink and danced, bopping to the music in by no means a sexy way, she honestly could care less what she looked like to others right now.

Steve stood awkwardly for a while, just watching y/n with a lazy smile whilst sipping his drink. He finally gave in though when one of his and y/n's favourite songs came on, both of them exclaiming happily at this. People thought they were crazy but they did not give a shit, they were enjoying their freedom and enjoyment to the fullest. They ended up dancing to a couple of songs together, looking like complete fools. They were laughing wildly and jumping around without a care in the world, and that was when he saw her. Justin. He thought she was incredibly hot in her cropped long-sleeved shirt and denim skirt, her laugh was infectious and commanded the room. Steve has stepped off to the side to grab them both another drink, not noticing Justin follow him to the kitchen.

"Steve man!" Justin called to the brown-headed boy, throwing an arm around his shoulder. Steve eyed him suspiciously, "heeeey man, what's up?" Steve felt awkward, unsure of why Justin, Hawkins's golden daddy's boy was talking to him for the first time. "Your friend you came with, what's her name? She single?" Justin asked looking in your direction, eyeing you up and down. Steve looked at him, "who? Y/n? She was in three of your classes in school, she's been friends with me since forever." Steve rolled his eyes, finding it hilarious that people suddenly paid her attention because she lost the awkward phase from high school and filled out a bit. Y/n had always been beautiful but people overlooked her easily, it made him want to punch Justin in his stupid sculpted face.

"So she's single? Great, thanks, dude!" Justin called, completely ignoring what Steve had said and making his way over to her. Steve watched from afar, sipping on his drink as Justin used his charm to easily woo y/n. Steve rolled his eyes at his best friend, making his way over with her drink. He knew this was the start of something bad, and he would make sure he was there to pick up the pieces when he broke her heart. And Steve had been right, the first three months had been fine. Justin had been extremely sweet and caring, always showing up with flowers and little gifts but after that things changed. It was as if Justin got bored now he'd had y/n, not putting the effort in anymore or really even trying at all.

After six months things went to complete shit, y/n had been trying to contact Justin all day but had no answer. She decided to just go to his place, parking right outside. His parents hadn't been home, which she had been grateful for because what she had seen made her lose her shit. There Justin lay in his bed naked with the beautiful girl he "told her not to worry about" bouncing on his cock moaning his stupid name. Y/n had never lost her shit before but you bet your shit she did when she saw that, she threw the necklace he gave her directly at his head. "Piece of shit! I fucking knew it, you good for nothing son of a bitch! Fuck you." And she stormed out like that, with Justin calling her name pathetically.

He followed her half-dressed out of his house, people staring at the scene unfolding in front of her. Justin grabbed y/n's arm to stop her, "please let me explain baby, I love you." She yanked her arm away and put on her shades as she got in the car, "save it for someone who cares jackass!" she yelled as she drove away, a middle finger prominently pointed to him out the window. When she arrived to see Steve at the school picking the kids up from Hellfire Club, she broke down. She refused to let her tears fall in front of Justin but she couldn't care less in front of her best friend. Steve wrapped his arms around her immediately, allowing her to sob into his chest. He was pissed he let this happen, he knew Justin was no good but even this was low for him. Y/n explained the situation to him, both laughing when she told him what she yelled at him before leaving.

"Damn, you're a badass." Steve laughed, placing a comforting kiss on her forehead. Y/n heard the wonderful chaos that was the kids coming towards them, she quickly turned away from them and wiped her eyes clean of tears. She didn't want them to worry about her, "hey kiddos!" she greeted as if she were fine, putting on her best fake smile. "Hey!" They all responded, pilling into the car. Steve could see the lingering tears that were held in her eyes, "you're going to be okay, I promise. We will help you get through this, okay?" Steve whispered with his hands on her shoulders for comfort. She exhaled deeply and nodded, Steve walked around to the front of the car. Y/n closed her eyes momentarily and took a shaky deep breath. What y/n hadn't realised was that Eddie had been standing by his car observing her, feeling his heart ache for her.

After the whole gang found out about what Justin had done to her, they all vowed secretly to cheer her up and distract her. It had been about a week since Justin cheated. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas made a pack to drag y/n along to Hellfire to "teach" her how to play. She'd always had an interest in the game but had no idea how to play, so she agreed to only watch them. "You sure Eddie won't mind me crashing?" y/n questioned as she walked with the three to their club, nervously chewing on her bottom lip at being a nuisance. "Nah, Eddie's cool. Well, most of the time. He won't mind!" Dustin exclaimed excitedly, giving her an adorable toothy grin. She nodded in return and followed them into the room.

"Hey Eddie, we have a guest with us!" Mike called to their leader, his back turned to you all. You made your way over to the table, staring in fascination. "Who said you could bring an outsider?" Eddie questioned, spinning around with a serious expression. He hadn't looked at you yet, "oh! I can leave if you don't want me here." She felt really bad now, just wanting to leave. Eddie looked up in surprise, his eyes wide as he stared at her, "ugh, no no, that's fine. You can stay." everyone looked at him curiously, wondering why he changed his mind so quickly. "Are you sure? I don't want to be a nuisance, I just wanted to see what this was all about." she smiled nervously at him, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. He gulped at the simple action, his pants tightening slightly.

He cleared his throat, "no you can stay, it's fine. I promise." he smiled genuinely. They all took their seats, y/n grabbing an extra seat for herself and joining Dustin, who just so happened to be sitting next to Eddie. Eddie caught a whiff of her perfume as she walked past to sit next to him, it overwhelmed his senses. She smelt of vanilla and coconuts, everything about her seemingly sweet. He looked to see her nod as Dustin explained the basics of the game to her, so she could follow along. He cleared his throat and started, trying his best to keep his focus on the game instead of his lifelong crush sitting extremely close to him. Fuck, this was going to be hard. Well, he was already hard, so this was going to be literal torture.

He'd kept his crush on y/n a secret from everyone, not wanting people to know. He knew his club would use it as leverage to embarrass and annoy him at every opportunity. He'd been in love with her for quite some time now, and had tried to ask her out numerous times but always chickened out last minute, he felt she was way out of his league. Then he saw her with Justin at the party flirting, and they got into a relationship so he thought his chance was over. He had never regretted anything so deeply in all his life. But then he'd seen her outside Hellfire crying to Steve and the news of Justin's cheating spread like wildfire. He was so thankful at that moment, that he vowed to not fuck this chance up. He just had to make sure she was even the slightest bit interested first.

Eddie was pleasantly surprised to see y/n return week after week, a whole month of being close to her. They ended up bonding closely, the sexual tension between the pair could be cut with a knife and everyone saw it. She would stay behind as long as she could after they finished to talk to Eddie, sometimes staying for hours after when Steve would offer to pick the kids up. They all teased her about fancying him but they were honestly happy to see her whole again and getting over her piece of shit ex. Eddie was a good guy and seemed to adore her, so they had no worries or reservations about them if they started dating. The talking turned into simple touches and subtle flirting, which further developed into make-out sessions, steamy nights at his trailer, and confessed feelings.

Eddie had finally gotten his dream girl and everything had been perfect, that was until today. Y/n had been waiting for Eddie to come to her house so they could hang out for the day, her parents being out of town meant a perfect afternoon alone to do whatever they wanted without disruption. Eddie had texted her that he was on his way, expecting him soon she sat in the living room ready. Five minutes later she heard a car, finding it too soon for Eddie to have arrived she looked out the window. An angry frown set on her face as she recognised the stupidly expensive red car of Justin's pull into her driveway. She quickly made her way to the door and pulled it open, storming toward Justin angrily. She was pissed! How dare he think he could turn up here or even come near her again after what he did.

"What the actual FUCK do you think you are doing here Justin?!" She yelled as she reached him, "how dare you think you can turn up here!" A harsh slap was placed upon his cheek, she was huffing angrily. Justin removed his shades, his eyes not even phased in the slightest at her assault on his face. He moves towards her, causing her to take a step backwards to get away from him. "I missed you, baby, I was an idiot and want you back." His response made her feel physically sick, her skin crawling uncomfortably at anyone other than Eddie calling her baby. She laughed bitterly, "are you being fucking serious right now? I'm not your baby so leave me alone!" the audacity of this prick to think he even had the right to come here and claim something so ridiculous as if he hadn't been caught fucking some other girl in his bed.

"It was a mistake! She meant nothing to me, we can work through this." he moved closer to her and grabbed her shoulder. She tried to pull away but he wasn't budging, "don't make me laugh Justin. We are done, O-V-E-R, finished, never getting back together." she rolled her eyes at him, annoyed with his stupid insistence. "I'll show you," he mumbled, confusing her. "What-" she was cut off by Justin's lips attaching to hers, her eyes widening in shock. She saw red, immediately pushing him away and landing another slap on his cheek. She finally was able to step away from him, feeling absolutely disgusting and tainted. She noticed a dark figure moving in the background, Eddie was coming toward the pair quickly.

Y/n stepped to the side of Justin and made her way toward her boyfriend, only to be stopped by Justin's hand on her arm. She glared at the blonde boy, managing to yank her arm from his grip just as Eddie reached them. She placed her hands on his chest, stopping him from doing anything to Justin. "Hey, he's not worth it. Leave him." she grabbed his face in her hands, trying to get him to look at her. His jaw was tense, eyes glaring furiously at Justin, and fists were clenched at his sides tightly. "Look at me," she ordered, forcing him to meet her eyes. He finally tore his gaze from Justin, looking at his girlfriend. His eyes immediately softened, his hands grabbing her waist to calm himself. Justin scoffed behind y/n, rolling his eyes at the pair.

"Your really going to choose this freak over me?" Justin spat angrily, looking at his ex incredulously. Y/n spun around and planted a firm fist on his other cheek, taking note that punching his face felt like hitting a brick wall. Stupid boy and his firm face. "Get the fuck off my property before I call my neighbour John to come over here and teach you a lesson, you jackass! And leave. Me. Alone. Got it?" she spat angrily, inching closer to his ear so only he could hear, "and if you insult my boyfriend again. I will personally hunt you down myself." she watched him scurry away, an angry expression residing on his reddened face. Once he reached his car he opened the door, "this isn't over y/n! I will be back." he smirked and sped off quickly.

Y/n huffed frustrated and turned to her boyfriend, who was already staring at her with slightly widened eyes. "What?" she questioned confused, already feeling at ease now that Justin had left. Eddie didn't answer, he just picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, walking to her house. Y/n squealed in surprise, a giggle leaving her lips at her boyfriend's action. A playful smack was placed on her bum, coaxing another squeal from her, a moan following. He walked upstairs quickly, making his way straight to her bedroom. She was thrown on the bed lightly, looking up at her boyfriend curiously. Eddie looked down at her with intensity, the lust evident in his darkened eyes. It was suddenly hard to breathe, she felt like her oxygen had been stolen from her.

She felt her pussy become wet at that look like she was the golden prize at the finishing line. She bit her lip in anticipation of what he was going to do to her, her core aching deliciously at the thought of his cock filling her fully. Eddie removed his shirt, threw it on the floor somewhere and made his way to her. Y/n removed her shirt, throwing it to the floor as he got on top of her. She lay back on the mattress with a gasp, feeling his hard erection digging into her core as he ground his hips into her. Y/n felt her heart beat faster, the look he was giving her made her feel precious. Like she was the most amazing thing he had ever laid his eyes on, the look was filled with so much love.

They quickly stripped off the rest of their clothing, both beautifully naked. Y/n pulled Eddie towards her, biting her lip seductively. She took his cock in her hand and began pumping him slowly, earning a deep groan of relief from him. He watched silently with a slightly open mouth as she wrapped her lips around him, kitten licking the tip. Eddie hissed as she took him fully into her mouth, teeth grazing gently against the top of his cock. She took him as far as she could, gagging slightly as the tip brushed the back of her throat. His fingers tangled into her hair, making a make-shift ponytail. He helped to direct her, moaning loudly as he lightly fucked her mouth. Y/n moaned, using her hand to pump whatever she couldn't fit in her mouth.

Eddie pulled her away, "lay back, baby. I want to taste what's mine." she felt her core dripping at his words. She complied happily, watching as he positioned himself between her legs and spread them apart to his liking. He licked a long stripe with his tongue up her folds, eliciting a loud moan from y/n. Eddie groaned at the sound satisfied, attaching his tongue to her clit. He began sucking harshly, using his tongue skillfully in all the ways he knew she liked to make her orgasm. Eddie had y/n a moaning, writhing mess in minutes. Adding a finger to pump in and out of her entrance, adding a second quickly after. Y/n could feel herself getting close already, her thighs shaking and her core clenching tightly around his fingers. "Come for me, baby. Come all over my tongue, let me taste you." he pulled back momentarily to mumble out before returning his assault on her pussy. Y/n felt her orgasm hit her harshly, releasing all over Eddie's face. He licked and sucked her through her orgasm, overstimulating her slightly.

Y/n grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him up to her lips, connecting roughly in a mess of passion. He repositioned himself on top of her, his cock rubbing up and down her wet folds. They both moaned loudly as he entered her slowly, filling her fully. "Fuck, you're so tight, baby. All for me." he groaned, the feeling of her wrapped around him almost too much to handle. Eddie set a slow but deep pace, "your mine." he growled. Y/n whimpered at a particular rough thrust of his hips, "yours. All yours Eddie, holy shit." she moaned loudly as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Eddie's cock was fucking her mercilessly, the only sound surrounding the room being the sound of her wetness, loud panting, and skin slapping.

His thrusts were harsh, the headboard knocking against the wall repeatedly at the force. Their combined moans filled the room, "who's making you feel this good?" Eddie groaned into y/n's neck. She struggled to speak at the combined pleasure of him sucking on her neck and fucking her roughly just the way she loved, scratching her nails down his back. "You Eddie, only you. Fuck!" she called breathlessly, his grip on her sides so rough that she was sure he'd leave marks. Eddie loved the fact that she was leaving marks down his back, marking him as hers as he was to her.

They could both feel their highs approaching, Eddie's thrusts becoming sloppy. "Come for me, show me who makes this pussy feel this good," he growled possessive, thrusting harder than before. Eddie reached his hand in between them and rubbed the swollen little nub. Y/n cried out in pleasure, panting loudly at the euphoric pleasure that overtook her body. "I-I'm gonna-" she didn't get to finish, her orgasm hitting her hard. She threw her head back onto the pillow, screaming in pleasure as Eddie fucked her through her high. The feeling of her clenching around his cock set him over the edge, stilling as he emptied himself into her. He stayed like that for a while, both panting loudly and his cock still buried inside of her.

After a few minutes, Eddie went soft and pulled out. Y/n whimpered at her pussy being sensitive but still missing the feeling of him being inside her. She looked over at her boyfriend with curiosity, sensing that he had felt jealous and potentially a little insecure at seeing Justin kissing her. She rolled over and cuddled into his chest, a sleepy smile appearing on his fucked out face at her touching him. "You know I'm yours don't you Eddie?" she questioned genuinely, playing with a loose damp curl on his. He peered at her, placing his hand on her cheek softly. "Of course I do, sometimes I just get a little jealous," he mumbled, almost embarrassed by the confession. Y/n smiled, "so long as you know that then it's fine to get jealous. I love you." Eddie pulled her closer to his sweaty chest, "I love you too." he whispered as he grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her lips to his.

[sarahscribbles]

SAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!! I have some thots to share with youuuuu~

So I’m sitting in class (I always get my tastiest thots on campus. It’s kinda sad…), and the most majestic image popped into my brain!

Imagine with me, if you will… Loki jacking off.

Maybe he misses you. Maybe he needs to let off some steam. Regardless, his hand’s in his pants because he desperately needs to get off.

The one thing my brain can’t seem to decide on is what he’s wearing. I originally imagined him in his fine Asgardian leathers, finally finding solitude in his chambers to grant himself some relief. Buuuuut, then my brain was like “What about ✨the black suit✨?” and I think I need some water (in the form of a cold shower). 🫠

But some of the best parts stay the same. His head’s thrown back, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as his beautiful eyes flutter shut. His hair tumbles over his shoulders in those gorgeous curls, but some of it is sticking to the sweat building on his face.

And how loud do you think he’d be? Grrrrrrr! I’d bet my whole life savings that he’d make the prettiest sounds!!! 😩

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my little essay. I was horny for this man and I had to make it your problem, too. 🤭

-🌹

I have completely blue screened while reading this 🫠🫠🫠

Personally, I think the black suit gives him easier ✨ access ✨ so I’m going with that.

But Christ on a bike 🥵🥵🥵

Imagine he’s just lying down on the bed, too desperate for relief to even get beneath the covers or undress. One hand is around his cock and the other has the sheets balled in his hand.

He’s breathing deeply. He’s grunting and swearing. He’s moaning out your name while he brings himself to the edge.

I’m picturing that beautiful face all scrunched up as the pleasure builds and builds, but he won’t let himself finish. Not yet. Not when he has so many filthy images of you in his head to enjoy 😈

(Perhaps something else for you to enjoy is walking in and finding him like this 😇)

[maryberry]

Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros thoughts and things

‼️spoiler free‼️

WOW...Literally breezed through this book, I couldn't put it down. I thought it was a great continuation of the story and characters. I did think it was a bit slow at times, and could have been about 100 pages shorter but all in all, so pleased with this book.

I give it an 8/10

‼️‼️‼️‼️SPOILERS NOW LOOK AWAY‼️‼️‼️‼️

Okay here we go ...

I really loved Violet and Xaden in this book, which is amazing because I was scared of if I would get annoyed or anything from how much I liked them in the 1st book. I really love how this book showed just how intimate their relationship is. I loved how even when they weren't "together" we got some really beautiful scenes of them just being so comfortable in eachothers presence. Like them laying in the bed at Samara. With that being said, I think there was a lot of time spent on the same argument over and over, which started to feel like it was dragging on a bit long. They started the same conversation about Xaden keeping secrets like 10 times and got interrupted like 8 of those times lol. Other than that, love their relationship.

I really like that Violet started to get more of a grip on her power and was able to control it more. I loved seeing her get more confident.

I have a theory that she can maybe speak to the dead? Idk we only had that one incident while she was being interrogated and Liam showed up. But idk, that whole thing felt very specific and fishy for it to just be a hallucination. So maybe it's Andarna channeling? I'm not sure 🤷‍♀️ I also have this thought though, it's more out there, that Tarins previous rider was Violet and maybe Brennan and Miras, biological father? Because that could explain why he died for Brennan and maybe why Violet had a second signet if she does.

I really didn't guess Andarnas history and I'm excited to learn more about this 7th type of dragon. Cause like, were they wiped out? Did they leave? Why only leave one hatchling? So many questions.

XADEN wtf are you doing, my sweet, sweet child. First of all, I guessed that he's an intrinsic(however it's spelled) after reading the first one. But I thought Tarin knew, which he did not.

Obviously, it's not good that Xaden is now turning into a Venin but I think that plot line has potential to be super interesting. We really got to see that xaden would damn the rest of the world to save Violet, and this could open up a door for her to do the same. I would LOVE to see Violet go a little dark and to some extreme lengths to save him.

I definitely feel like I want to know more about the dragons and how their hierarchy and bonds with eachother work. I want to know more about Tarin and Sgyaels bond and if it's similar to the human emotion of love or if it's about power? Loved the scene of Violet and Tarin thinking something happened to X and S and Violet was overcome with protectivness and stuff(you know what other stuff 🥵🥵)

Loved that we got more bonding of Violet and her squad. I feel like I actually care about them now where as at the end of book one, I didn't really that much. Also, love Sawyer and Jesenia, I hope she helps him heel and they live happily ever after lol.

Brennan was a bit underwhelming for me. As of rn I wouldn't mind if he died lol.

Overall Im so excited for book three. I'm sure I'll think of more things to add but I'd love to hear everybody else's thoughts!!

[sappho-favourite-pupil]

If you want to DM me, just do it. I won't be the first one to reach out, far to worried to bother or annoy you.

MDNI!!!

[morallyinept]

HAPPY SUNDAY LOVELIES! 🖤

Ooof what a week. Busy with work, but I'm on vacation again next week, woo! Plenty of time to write, and catch up on my reading list and I can't wait. 🤗

The weather has turned over the last two weeks here where I live in the UK, and it's very rainy and cold, so I'm looking forward to snuggling up with warm fuzzy socks and hot chocolate on the regular. 😍

So without further ado, let's crack on with this week's Whip Round.

Jack, will you do the honours?

Catch up on last week here, sugar

☆ Things I've posted this week

Five Days - Chapter 8 - I honestly don't want this series to end... But we're getting into the thick of it now. Thank you for all the love for Joel & Reader. 🖤

Thrash Metal - Dieter Bravo One Shot. Thots about a pierced Dieter birthed this and I am not sorry.

The Bow Tie - Dieter Bravo GIFLET

Self-Care With Dieter & Jett focused on loss this week. It was a bit of a heavy subject, but two special guests, Agent Whiskey & Marcus Moreno, stopped by to share their stories.

A Loving Ode To The Writers is my message to all the incredible writers out there in the fandom. And a big F you to all the haters.

This Week's Writer Wow shone the spotlight on my fellow Ezra bae @sp00kymulderr whom I just adore for so many reasons. And you will too, go give them a follow if you're not already. 🖤

☆ Things I'm currently working on

I've teased out my next series after Five Days to some of my friends on Discord this week - teehee... 🤭 Stay tuned for it coming in January.

Got a couple of one shots on the go and as always plenty more GIFLETS to come.

☆ Things I've read this week

I've book marked quite a lot to read and catch up on this week. I'm planning on catching up with some of my favourite writers too next week whilst I am off work.

Some fics that stood out to me this week were:

Be Good, Be Quiet - @undercoverpena Jo mentioned that she wasn't so innocent this week, and after reading this, she's absolutely right. 😜 Holy smokes, this was super hot and made me all up in my sexy Joel feels! Oof. Check it out, it will not disappoint! Innocent my ass, Jo... pfffft. 😉

Sub!Frankie & Bondage - @swiftispunk I had the biggest grin on my face reading this and if you've read it too, you'll know why. Good God this was excellent and packed so much punch! 🔥

Letterman Jacket - @fuckyeahdindjarin I've had this Javi P fic saved on my TBR for a while and am kicking myself I haven't read it sooner because it is utterly divine. Still thinking about that damn jacket now... 😍

Dry Run - @chronically-ghosted Once again, Taylor knocks it well and truly out of the park, this time with Javi P dancing with you. And I couldn't be more enthused or enthralled reading this. It's a scorcher. 🥵

Hoofbeats - @psychedelic-ink I'm a sucker for this pairing of Joel & Whiskey, and this story was exceptionally good with the imagery and feels. I absolutely loved it. 🥰

All these fics and more will be added to my Pedro Character Fic Rec List too.

Just want to give a shoutout to this post too from @fuckyeahpaperco by @fuckyeahdindjarin who makes stunning, and I mean STUNNING Pedro stationary. I can't wait to get my hands on some, been eyeing those post-its! I will be treating myself for sure. Perfect little stocking fillers in time for Christmas too! 🎄

☆ What have I been watching/listening to this week?

I caught up on some Pedro Podcasts this week whilst at work, some of them I hadn't actually listened to in full before...

I've made a playlist putting them all together, and it also includes Pedro's episode on Motherhacker. So, please feel free to click on and have a listen for yourself if you haven't.

My absolute favourite has to be the Talk Art Podcast. Hearing Pedro talk about art he loves is phenomenal.

☆ What have I been up to this week?

Working, and squeezing in some reading and writing. The weather hasn't been too great here for hiking the last two weeks, so I'm itching to get out this week and go for a hike if I can, stretch the ol' legs.

I hope you guys have had a great week and are enjoying the weekend. That wraps it up for this week so I'll catch you on the next Whip Round.

Stay kind, stay creamy. Let's skedaddle, Jack. 🖤

🖤

[zzzzzestforlife]

too busy you know my body ain't 'nough 🥵

since i wrote to you in Chinese yesterday, i'll write in Korean today 💌 안녕~ hii~

today's accomplishments: yoga / product alignment meeting / planning future features / Korean lessons (3x) / read 2 chapters of Sophie's World / train intern / code / comparative cognition readings / physiotherapy appointment

전에 너무 바빠 때 싫었어요. 근데 아마 다른로 생각을 할 수 있게요 🤔 난 너무 바쁜 왜냐면 너무 인기입니까? 🤭 아니요, 그냥 욕심이 너무 많아요.

(before when i was too busy, i hated it. but maybe i can think of it differently 🤔 am i too busy because i am too popular? 🤭 no, i'm just too greedy.)

가끔 천천히 가를 할 수있어요. 예를들면요, 이 아침에 난 옛 한국어 수업들 돌아갔어고 다시 공부했어요 📚 그래도 신규 수업들 너무 싶었어요 🥺 아직 대부분의 시간에 모든 것 싶어요. 지금 바로 모든 것 싶어요 😅

(sometimes i can go slowly. for example, this morning i went back and studied old Korean lessons 📚 even though i really wanted new lessons 🥺 still, most of the time, i want everything. i want everything right now 😅)

그리고 반대로, 너무 피곤해요 😂 난 오직 잠을 선택지 싶어요 💤 아무 다른 것 없어요 🤷‍♀️ 어쩌겠어? 🙃

(and on the other hand, i'm too tired 😂 i only want to choose to sleep 💤 nothing else 🤷‍♀️ what can i do? 🙃)

너무 바빠 하고 나서 모든 것 포기 싶어요. 오늘 조금 포기하게 거 같아요 ☀️ 내일에게 다시 힘을 모아더 😤

(i want to give up everything after being too busy. i think today i will give up a little ☀️ let's gather strength for tomorrow 😤)

💌 translating notes: when did Korean become so hard?? harder than Chinese?? 어떻게?? how??

bonus: apparently i had this picrew saved already but i don't remember ever posting it, so thanks @dreamstudies for tagging me 😘 (my hair and bangs have grown out a bit since i made this haha)

tagging my fellow carats and kpop stans 🤗 @studykac @cheste7 @nelyastudies @jukain4216 @shoosiopao @yughostlavia

[shalikneez]

fourth wing thoughts (no spoilers):

while reading:

- MIRA IS HOT she reminds me of totk zelda

- xaden scares me lowk

- why is xaden so mf big. HUH?! enormous ginamanasaurus motherfucker. in my head he’s 5 foot 10 inches and sleeper bod. next question

- i know rhiannon is sexy. need more of her!

- omg chronic illness mc YES

- violet is so cool lowk like acknowledges her weaknesses ✅ improves herself ✅ isn’t annoying ✅ isn’t a bitch unless ur a bitch to her first ✅ smart as fuck ✅

- bitchass jack barlowe reminds me of nacho cheese doritos.

- dain more like DAMN why don’t u shut the hell up 🤣

- dain is so protective savior complex core like bro has no faith in her aaaahdhdh honestly i would have snapped sooner because like why is he always talking like she’s a child and needs to be saved

- xaden on the other hand is always hyping her up. which is great but occasionally he goes over the top imo . we get it ur down bad my guy

- she’s sooooo silly calling xaden out in public all the time

- so happy dain x violet romance didn’t last. he reminds me of chaol from throne of glass

- ngl thought violet was gonna be the whiny shy useless mc but the whole book up to 60% is all about her getting stronger and cooler and hotter and she’s confident and figures her shit out without complaining

- i loooove her and her sibling’s relationship. it’s so real ngl. book of brennan is so cute. brennan and mira, and mira and violet. i love them.

- violets armor from mira is so cool ik she looks hot in it. fan art better slay

- NAOLIN MENTIONED ‼️‼️

- if she says “rippling muscle” or “he’s so beautiful” one more fucking time—expand ur vocabulary girl 😩

- dain bruh stfuuuuu bro is so annoying he probs looks like this 🤓

- so many cliches but all the cool world building and shit balances it out so well like i don’t even mind that much

- yeah she’s gonna get a special dragon obvi

- i was right 🤭

- dragon descriptions make me 😁😁😁 it’s so httyd and so much detail and care put into it i love it

- dragon world building is so 💗💗

- tairn the dragon u are so cool to me

- i want a dragon

- i miss mira

- xaden is so cool. reminds me of a wolf

- TAIRN IS SO UNSERIOUS 🤣🤣 sarcastic ass dragon

- MATES LMAOOOO so sarah j maas coded

- LIAM IS SOOOO CUTE so puppy dog :) sawyer too

- oh the telepathic connections. it’s so sjm up in here

- telepathy aspect is cool tho i like how this author writes it <3

- why r the dragons getting hot and heavy 🥵 🤨

- omg kisss!

- MIRA OMYGOD I LOVE U I MISSED U SO MUCH MY WARRIOR QUEEN

- ngl around 70% it’s not as entertaining as all the deathly challenges and trials from the beginning

- omg violets power 😮 im a slut for opposite aesthetics

- oh. not a fan of the monster dick sex. uncomfy lowk. good for them though 👍

- ok politics. i don’t care that much.

- OKAY CLICHE DIALOGUE I SEE YOU it’s so weird i’m not even that bothered by it when normally i would be

- this is becoming more romance than death-defying war college stuff :/

- lovers quarrel. lovers share trauma. then lovers make up. idgaf!

- me when the romance book is romancing 😐

- basic adult romance dialogue! welcome back. how are you today

- more monster dick sex. how lovely.

- xaden’s muscles keep rippling. bro stay still!

- man what kinda sex is rebecca yarros having 🧐👁️

- omg plot

- omg TENSION! BETRAYAL! TWISTS!

- oh the climactic end-of-book battle. ngl none of these details are processing in my head. what fight?

- i know someone had to die but why that particular person. man :(

- i’m sure this battle and strategy and action scenes are so slay. i’m dissociating tho lol

- aw xaden likes her so much. simp

- CLIFFHANGER 😮

overall: i liked the first half better than the second half. first 50% was soooo addicting. i loved the world building and dragons and war college and challenges so much but i’m just not a huge romance person. like the romantic buildup is amazing but afterwards i’m just meh. of course there was the expected tropey/ cliche/ booktok moments BUT most of it was overshadowed by how great the other aspects of the writing was. i dissociated at the end and didn’t really feel attached to violet or xaden or even the dragons (this is a me problem) but i think the ending is great set up for book 2 (will probs give it a read). like u can tell where the book is going but then the author does something unique to make it a little different than other books in this genre, so idk how many surprises book 2 will have. the fact that i read this is in less than 24 hours says a lot though. i hope mira comes back :D

[fitographia]

Glutes Workout🤭

Full workout routine for all my babes looking for booty gains🤌🏼

Definitely my fav and the one I always do when I decide to train/isolate those glutes!! Believe it or not I don’t isolate them as much as I used to😆 since the goal is to grow them legs right now😅 but anywho to all my girlies give this a try and let me know how it goes🤭

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***WORKOUT***

*SM glute bridges 3x8(work your way up to your top set)

1x top set + 2 dropsets🥵

*Rdls 3x8

1x back off set (this is more glute biased since I’m only going to my chin, also I was feeling the tunes🤭, let me have a moment)

*Cable side abduction 3x10-12

(Add a plate if you feel like your working foot touches the ground, it has helped me a lot to just focus on the actual movement)

*Deficit sumo squats 4x8

(Goal is to hit that dept🤌🏼)

*SM single leg good mornings 4x8

(Challenging movement but great if you have the right set up. Push those glutes back first and minimize the knee bend, this allows you to get that glute tie in stretch😮‍💨)

©️Credit ig @anely.kebfit

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[emwritesfootball]

Love to Hate You | Joe Gomez

Hiya - Would love a good old 'enemies to lovers' please if poss? One where you play for Everton women and hate everything to do with Liverpool..until you find yourself alone on a private jet with Joe Gomez as you're both flown to a photo-shoot for new England kit. Your mutual loathing is temporarily paused for some kinky in-flight entertainment as you induct him into the mile high club (with maybe a lil bit of spanking thrown in!)🤭🥵x

A/N: sooo, this turned out longer than expected. 1.6K of mile high sexy-times. Hope whoever requested this back in the day is still around. Enjoy xo

Warnings: teasing, loathing-to-lovers, spanking, blowjob, vaginal sex w/o a condom

- - -

It was no secret how you felt about Liverpool. As a diehard Everton fan from birth who was now playing for Everton Women, it was only natural that you hated your rival team with a burning passion.

“Did you see Leah’s message?” Is the first thing your Everton and fellow Lionesses teammate Jess Park asks when you pick up her phone call.

“No, not yet.” You put the call on speaker as you swipe through all your message notifications until you get to the Lionesses group chat and see the unread messages.

Leah Williamson: Hey, ladies! Rumour has it our new kit is dropping next week and we’re to report to Wembley for a photoshoot on Friday

You scroll down through the replies from all our teammates, smiling at all of their predictable responses and adding one of your own.

“Apparently, it’s a shoot with the men, too, so you’ll have to try to hold back your disgust for the Liverpool players for one full day.”

You rolled your eyes but you knew Jess was right. “I’ll try my best but I’m not responsible if one of them starts something and I just happen to finish it.”

***

The week passed quicker than expected and you found yourself arriving at the airport for the flight the FA had chartered for you and some of the other players.

“Well, well, well, look who it is,” crooned a familiar voice, and you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stick up as you turned to face Joe Gomez. “My favourite Everton player.”

“Gomez,” you seethed, giving him a glaring once-over. “I’d say it was lovely to see you again, but we both know that’s not true. Please tell me there are others joining us.”

Joe shook his head. “None from my end. Hendo’s been in London for the past few days and Trent managed to get himself out of this somehow. I don’t know about the Everton men, but with Dom out injured, he’s definitely not getting called up.”

“My teammate Jess should be here soon, and I know Liverpool women didn’t get any call-ups.” On cue, your phone pinged with an incoming message from Jess.

Jess: Sorry, woke up sick and can’t make it. Have fun and say hi to the girls for me!

You let out a sigh. “Well, there goes my friend. She’s sick, so it looks like it’s just going to be us.”

Joe made a sweeping gesture with his hand towards the stairs leading up to the chartered jet. “After you, m’lady.”

You decided not to argue with him as you boarded the plane, making sure to pick a seat farthest away from where he could possibly think to sit. Joe had other plans, though, taking the seat right across the aisle from you, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he did so. 

The flight attendant came round, handing each of you a glass of water and letting you both know that the flight would be a little under an hour and that the plane would be taking off shortly.

“So,” Joe began after taking a sip of his water and setting it down on the table, “anything exciting happen recently?”

“Like you care,” you snorted, pulling out your phone to send one last message to Jess.

You: Feel better! Wish you were here to save me from Joe Gomez - promise to bail me out of prison if I kill him?

Jess: Promise xx

“You’re right, I don’t. Just figured I’d make some idle chit-chat since we’re going to be stuck here for the next hour.” He paused, his gaze raking over your body to take you in. “You look good.”

You knew that was true, the extra hours of training you’d put into in order to make sure you got the call up to the Lionesses looking very good on your body, but you weren’t in the most flattering of clothes at the moment.

“Thanks.” You glanced over at him, trying to return the compliment. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Joe let out a laugh. “Just how much willpower did it take you to say that so sincerely?”

A smile tugged at your lips but you didn’t want to let it show. “Not as much as you would think, Gomez.”

“Please. Call me Joe.”

You pretended to ponder his request for a moment. “I’d rather not. Calling you by your first name implies that I feel something more for you other than contempt.”

He leaned into your personal space, a smirk on his lips that made you glance down at them for a brief moment. “I’m sure I can make you feel so much more than contempt if you’d let me.” Your name was a breathy sigh on his lips as he reached over and cupped your cheek, trailing his fingers down your face until he reached your neck.

“And why,” you swallowed hard, knowing he could probably feel your racing pulse under his fingertips, “would I do that?”

“You’re so tense and this photoshoot is supposed to be fun. Besides, I don’t kiss and tell. What we do - or don’t do - on this flight won’t ever be revealed to anyone.”

Your gaze searched his, briefly dipping down to his lips again. They were right there - so full and kissable, and you’d be lying to yourself if you hadn’t thought about it since he’d brought up the proposition minutes ago. “Promise?” You sucked in your bottom lip between your teeth, watching as Joe’s eyes tracked the movement and his pupils dilated.

“Promise.” 

Ten minutes later, the plane had taken off and Joe had led you to the sofa part of the seating area. He sat down and spread his legs, motioning for you to stand in-between them. “Good girl,” he praised, his hand coming up to wrap around your wrist. “It’s a shame I’m going to have to punish you.”

“P-Punish me?” You hated that you stuttered at his words, but your racing heartbeat gave you away. “Why?”

“Why? For all the times you’ve been an absolute menace to me and I’ve let you get away with it, that’s why.” Joe looked up at you and smirked. “I’ve got at least twenty instances in the last year alone.”

Twenty. You knew you could be a dick - especially when it came to Joe and the other Liverpool players - but you didn’t think it had been that many.

You were so lost in thought you didn’t realize what was happening until Joe had yanked your wrist so that you went tumbling over his lap. He pinned you down and took your hands in one of his, the other rubbing circles over your ass. “Don’t squirm,” he ordered, landing one warning spank to your ass. “I plan to keep your joggers on, but if you’re going to be difficult, I have no problem taking them down along with your panties.”

Your stomach dipped in a mix of anticipation and adrenaline. “You really get off on this kind of thing, huh, Gomez?”

Your chuckle was interrupted with another smack to your ass and you let out a yelp. “No more than you are, love.” Another smack. “And you know to call me Joe.”

“Go to hell, Gomez.”

He rained down more slaps to your ass until you lost count. “Ready to be a good girl?”

You let out a groan. “Fuck you…Joe.”

“That’s a start.” He tugged down your joggers, letting out an appreciative whistle as he spied the panties you’d put on that day. His thumb ran over the soaked fabric and stopped at your clit, causing you to involuntarily moan as he pressed on the sensitive area. 

“Done yet, Joe?”

“For now,” he hummed, releasing you and you stood back up, “but don’t think I won’t hesitate to put you back over my knee if you need it.”

You maintained eye contact with him as you sank to your knees, reaching for the waistband of his Liverpool-emblazoned joggers to free his cock. The sound he made had you feeling powerful as you worked your way up to slowly taking him in your mouth until you were gagging on his length. 

Joe grabbed a fistful of your hair, guiding you as you worked him over with your mouth and hands. It was one of the dirtiest, sloppiest blowjobs you’d ever given, spurred on by his moans of pleasure.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Joe groaned, pulling you off his cock before you could make him cum. “I wanna see you cum all over my cock.”

Both of you rid yourselves of the rest of your clothes before you straddled him, your ass still stinging from your earlier punishment. Joe made sure to grab hold of your ass, adding pain to the pleasure he was about to elicit from you.

“Fuck, Joe,” you sank down on his cock, loving the way his girth stretched your walls and his length filled you up. 

Your name was on his lips as you rode him and you buried your face in the crook of his neck as you came. 

“That was…”Joe trailed off, trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah.”

“Feeling looser, princess?”

You let out a laugh as you climbed off of him, his cum dripping out of your pussy as you began to put your clothes on. “Something like that.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we’re in a few photos together.”

You ignored the flutter in your stomach at his words, knowing that if a picture like that was used for the adverts, you’d forever have a reminder of today.