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Whispers in the Dark (DBS Future Trunks x GN!Reader)
Notes: Yâall I was stuck on this for SO LONG and Iâm not super confident in his characterization (or the story) so donât be afraid to give some pointers lol. Anyways enjoy this hurt/comfort fic
â ď¸WARNINGâ ď¸: PTSD, intense nightmares, blood and violence, like one sexual joke, major character death in said nightmares
Desc: Trunks notices you havenât been sleeping lately ever since the threat of Zamasu has been eliminated. (Spoiler alert; neither has he)
Walking across the rubble of what once was your home, you tried not to breathe in too much smoke.
You were devastated. Everyone youâve ever known and loved were gone. And now, your home has been destroyed as well. All except for him.
ââŚItâs finally overâ Trunks said, sweeping his bangs out of his face. You both were wounded and dirty, but you were alive.
âYeahâ you replied, allowing a rare smile to take form. Hot tears cascaded down your face, not out of sadness, but relief.
The blue haired warrior placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. You turned to look at him, allowing just this once for him to see how vulnerable you are.
ââŚItâs overâ he repeated, pulling you into a tight hug. You didnât miss the slight tremble in his tone.
You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder. You let a full sob release from deep within your throat, rolling off your heavy shoulders like the waves on a beach.
Suddenly, you heard an all too familiar cackle, and the body in your arms went limp.
It was like everything was in slow motion.
Pulling away from Trunks, his blank expression was seared into your mind. You felt a vibration in your throat, but your ears were ringing so loudly that you couldnât hear yourself.
Every bone in your body screamed to protect him from falling to the ground, but it was like you were paralyzed.
ââŚTrunks?â You whispered, horrified.
You dropped to your knees beside him, shaking his arm frantically. âWake up. WAKE UP!â You shouted.
Feeling something soak into the fabric of your pants, you glanced down.
Blood. So much blood.
With blurry vision, you whipped to his attacker. You could see flashes of pink through the smoke.
You didnât need to see to know exactly who it was.
The smoke cleared, and Goku Blackâs twisted smirk came into view.
âHowâŚhow the fuck are you alive?!â You exclaimed, getting to your feet, stumbling a bit over the rubble.
Black only cackled, and surprisingly, flewâŚoff?
You didnât have the energy to chase after him. Despite this, you tried, but tripped over the rubble, falling face first.
You pressed your palms to the rocky ground, trying to push yourself up, only to fail.
âGOKU! VEGETA! WHERE ARE YOU?!â You screamed. They were nowhere to be found. You were all alone.
Black was getting away, so you tried to crawl your way towards him, accumulating many gashes and cuts along the way.
Finally, your body gave in. There was nothing you could do.
âCOME BACK AND FACE ME! FINISH ME OFF, YOU FUCKING COWARD!â You yelled at the top of your lungs.
You had used all of your energy. Covered in soot, blood, and tears, you passed out.
â
âFUCK!â You shouted, shooting up out of your bed.
You struggled to breathe, clawing at your throat. Your other hand grasped at your bed sheets.
Wait. Bed sheets?
Looking around wildly, you realized you were in your room. No rubble, no smoke, no Black. You were home.
Well, not exactly home.
You heard heavy footsteps barreling towards your room. Out of reflex, you hurled a ki blast toward your door.
âOw! What the hell?!â Trunks exclaimed, looking at his torn clothes in dismay.
âOh god, sorry Trunks. I thought you were someone elseâ You apologized, standing up to check him for any wounds.
He opened his mouth to question you, but a sudden look of understanding washed across his features.
Feeling uncomfortably exposed, you shouldered past him. You felt his ki hover close by as you made your way into your shared kitchen.
You could feel his stare on the back of your head as you took out the necessary equipment to make some eggs.
âSunny side up? Scrambled?â You mumbled.
âUh, it doesnât matter. Talk to me, please â He says placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
Suddenly, his blank expression flashed across your mind. The blood, the laughter, the pain, the-
You felt two strong hands clamp onto your shoulders, anchoring you back to reality. You blinked. You were looking at his face, full of concern. Not dead. He was here.
Suddenly, a sheepish smile swept across his face. You couldnât look away. The sun had caught his blue eyes in the most gorgeous way.
âWhat?â You asked, a smile already tugging at the corners of your lips.
âYour eggs are a little too sunny right nowâ he said with a small laugh.
You whipped towards your eggs that were, in fact, burning. Cursing to yourself, you quickly took them off the burner.
Just like that, most of the tension was lifted off of your shoulders. You knew it wouldnât last, but you were present in the moment.
â
You canât remember the last time you slept. Every time you closed your eyes, you were met with death and destruction.
What stuck with you the most, was every time Trunks died, you gave up. You begged for death.
Youâve never felt so ashamed in your life at even the thought of it. You allowed your world to be destroyed. It was all your fault.
Tonight was a night like the past few. Tossing and turning, covered in sweat, jolting awake every time you dared to fall asleep for even a second.
You were so caught up in your fears that you didnât notice Trunkâs ki enter your room.
âMove overâ he rasped, clearly exhausted.
âJeez! I need to get you a bell or somethingâ you said, grasping your chest.
He approached your bed, pushing you over to make room. You heard something loud clatter to the floor. Whatever it was, Trunks moved to push it under your bed.
ââŚWhat are you doing?â You questioned. You felt your cheeks flush as he made himself comfortable in your own bed.
ââŚI dunnoâ he mumbled, looking like he was half asleep already.
Even with the low light in the room, you could see the shadows of deep eyebags under his eyes. How did you not notice those before?
âHey Trunks?â You whispered timidly.
âYeah?â He replied.
âAre you not wearing a shirt?â You asked. You were pressed against his bare arm.
His hands suddenly flung to his naked chest, as if he didnât expect to be shirtless. âGuess notâ he said sleepily.
Before you could continue the conversation, his small snores filled up the dark space. I mean, youâve seen him shirtless before, so why did this feel like such a big deal to you?
The strange intimacy of the moment didnât go unnoticed by you. A part of you still felt like you were intruding on something you werenât supposed to see.
At the same time, he mustâve been truly desperate to resort to collapsing in your bed, especially shirtless. You had no idea he was suffering just as much as you are. He had a talent for hiding that stuff, especially for the sake of the world.
You threw caution to the wind and relaxed in your shared proximity. The exhaustion was really creeping in now. It felt as if you were suspended between the waking world and the horrors that waited for you in the dark unknown.
Maybe it wasnât so scary with him here.
You were exhausted, but you werenât quite ready to sleep yet. Waking yourself up a little more, grunting with the effort, you grabbed a book. With one last glance to the sleeping warrior, you fully immersed yourself in the book.
â
A few hours later, he suddenly jolted awake, breathing heavily, shaking you from your book. He looked around the room, seeming surprised that it was not his own.
Gnawing on your bottom lip, you contemplated on what to do. You were never great with comforting others. You scooted over to your side slightly more, allowing him the room to flee if he pleased.
He only flopped back down in his spot, trying and failing to slow down his frantic breathing and racing heart.
ââŚDo you want to talk about it?â You asked with a low whisper.
âIâŚ.uhâŚâ he began. The bed shook a little as he moved to sit up.
It was silent for a bit. You remained patient as he tried to find the words.
ââŚI dreamt of Zamasuâ he said. He whispered the kaiâs name as if it were a forbidden word. Just the mention of his name was enough to put your body into survival mode.
âOnly, it wasnât Gokuâs body he stole⌠it was Gohanâsâ he continued, his voice wavering while he said his previous mentors name.
âHeâŚ.he killed momâ he said. A strangled strangled sob tore from his throat. He was struggling to keep himself, together.
Having no helpful words to offer, you loosely intertwined your fingers with his, giving him the option to pull away. His palms were sweaty and calloused.
He tightened his grip instead, letting out a few more sniffles. âIâve been haunted by him as wellâ you said quietly.
âWant to share with the class?â He joked, though it sounded sadder than he intended it to be.
âUhâŚwellâ you hesitated. He was being vulnerable. The least you could do is offer him the same.
âIt began exactly how the fight with Zamasu ended.. only, Black came back and-..â you took a deep, shuddering breath. You could feel Trunkâs gaze on you.
âWe were celebrating and he killed youâ you finished, holding your breath for his reaction.
He squeezed your hand.
âNever knew I was so important to youâ he joked.
You lightly shoved him, your other palm meeting his bare shoulder. âDonât be meanâ you teased.
He only laughed in response, squeezing your hand once again. âWhy donât we try to sleep, together?â He asked.
âEw, what?â You replied, scrunching your nose.
âNot like that! I meant restingâ he said, lightly smacking the top of your head.
âI guess it wouldnât hurt to tryâ you reasoned, marking the page you left off on and moving your book to the nightstand.
You settled into bed, still holding onto his hand. Neither of you made an attempt to pull away.
You were finally starting to fall asleep when you heard him speak up.
ââŚYouâre so far awayâ he commented quietly.
ââŚDo you want to come closer?â You offered, ignoring your heart rate spiking at the thought of it.
It was silent for a few moments, until you heard shuffling from him, and a pressure on your chest.
You froze a bit, your heart stuttering. He squeezed your hand as if he was reassuring you.
You placed your unoccupied hand on his bare back, allowing him to scoot closer and press more of his weight against you. You trailed your fingers up and down his spine, subtly feeling his smooth skin against yours.
You released all of your tension with a deep breath. You even hugged him closer. Without your consent, your eyes began to flutter shut. His warmth was encasing you like a sleeping bag.
Even as you continued to slip into subconsciousness, you felt no fear.
â
Blearily opening your eyes, you let out a sleepy groan. You tried to roll over, only you were stopped by a pair of arms wrapped around you.
ââŚWhat?â You mumbled to yourself, finally blinking the sleep out of your eyes.
You were met with Trunks relaxed face. His blue hair was wildly splayed out, and he had a trail of drool gathering on his (your) pillow.
Still not quite fully awake yet, you reached to his face without shame, brushing his blue bangs out of his eyes.
He suddenly swung his leg over yours, pulling himself closer to you. Out of reflex, you buried your nose into the crown of his head, smelling the warmth of the earth and sun.
Then, you froze. What the hell were you doing? You tried to wrench yourself free, but Trunks had a death grip on you.
Well, damn. Guess you were stuck. Shuffling a bit, you reached backwards to grab your book and pick up where you left off.
Not even a few minutes into reading, he groaned, moving his wet cheek onto your shoulder.
ââŚWha..?â He mumbled, his blue eyes meeting yours.
âOh. Hiâ he said, clearly embarrassed. Despite this, he did not move away.
âDid you sleep well?â You asked, placing your book to the side.
âYes, actuallyâ he replied, sitting up. You missed the warmth already.
âI did tooâ you said, smiling at the sight of his happy expression.
âOh, crap. Iâm supposed to help mom with her new project today, I have to goâ he said, practically leaping off the bed.
Standing up with him, without thinking, you grabbed onto his bicep. You stumbled a bit over a metal object, looking down to see his sword was peaking out from underneath your bed.
He had brought it with him last night. So many emotions hit you at once. Empathy, affection, worry.
Seeing him turn to look at you made your brain buffer on the spot, all of your emotions making way for your nerves now that you had his attention.
âYou canât stay any longer?â You blurted, feeling your face heat up at your bluntness.
He studied you for a moment, then a sly smile crept on his face. âI suppose she wonât mind if Iâm a little lateâ he said.
Suddenly, he was colliding with you, pressing his lips against yours. You let yourself fall onto your bed, dragging him down with you.
Nothing has ever felt so right before. Running your fingers through his hair, exploring his skin, allowing his tongue to snake into your mouth.
You never wanted this to end. He began to pant in between kisses, pressing his chest closer to you as the kiss became more heated.
Suddenly, feeling a bunch of buzzing to your side, you fished for your phone, reluctantly pulling away from him.
Bulma
-âTell Trunks to hurry the hell upâ
You laughed at the text, showing it Trunks. He cursed, running out of the room, coming back with a shirt on.
âI wouldnât mind if this continuedâ he said, leaning against the doorframe.
âNeither would Iâ you replied with a smile.
He gave you one last kiss before running out the door.
Hi guys! Sorry itâs been a while, but Iâm stuck on a Trunks comfort fic rn lol. For my next post (after I finish the Trunks one) what would you guys rather see?
Requests are open for dragon ball characters, so donât be shy to request something! Thank you for all of your support :)
By the way, I am now open to writing for female characters! I used to be a little strict about it. What I am not comfortable with, is writing smut for female characters (especially if the reader is also female) as I am a gay man and I do not want to come off as fetishizing. This will be updated in the rules. I understand this is not the case with everyone, this is just what Iâm personally comfortable with.
Notes: while the reader is stated AMAB, no pronouns are used. Also I listened to Beast by Mia Martina on repeat while writing this which I didnât realize was ironic til halfway through lol. Sorry if this is ass lmk if you want more
IMPORTANT NOTE: please practice safe sex. This story includes unsafe sex practices. Please use proper lubrication and protection
ALSO, just making it clear that this is post DBSH Gohan đ
â ď¸WARNINGâ ď¸: NSFW, 19+ ONLY. Anal sex, kinda exhibitionism but also not, masturbation, oral sex, office sex
Desc: If Gohan wasnât going to take a break, you were gonna make him.
AFAB ver
You had stopped actually reading your book for a while now. You just blankly stared at the pages, robotically scanning the words then turning the page without actually processing it.
Gohan was supposed to get off early for once, but is extremely late, as he usually is.
You glanced at the clock. He was supposed to get home three hours ago. You sighed, stood up, and started putting up the dinner you had made for him in celebration of the rare occasion. It had been a while since the two of you had spent time together, and you missed him dearly.
After everything was fully packed, you padded off to the shower, undressing on the way. You inhaled the thick steam from the hot water and stepped in, shivering as the hot water sprayed across your back.
As you showered, missing him turned intoâŚother things. As you lathered yourself in soap, you started to imagine it was his hands.
Hands that would stroke along your hips, only to slide lower, teasing in between your legs.
You flushed at the thought. You couldnât remember the last time you had sex. He was so busy all the time you were lucky to even get a kiss good night.
You gave into your desires, and let your hands wonder, pretending it was him instead.
-
âThatâs fucking itâ you muttered to yourself as you watched the clock hit the fifth hour. It was dangerously close to midnight, and he still wasnât home.
You swiped your copy of the key he gave to you to the office in case of an emergency, which at one point you refused because you were pretty sure that was illegal.
But at this moment, you care. You stopped at the door, remembering the food in the fridge. Maybe he wouldnât be too upset if you brought a peace offering.
â
Arriving at the office building, you huffed in frustration. Literally all of the lights were off except for a singular window, which you knew by heart was his office.
You used the key, and quietly crept in. When you arrived at his door, it was slightly cracked. You put your hand on the door, and hesitated.
Maybe you shouldnât disturb him. Plus this probably counted as breaking and entering.
You gnawed at your lip, and decided to be selfish just this once, and pushed the door open.
At first, he didnât even look up, his nose was buried in paperwork, the bright screen of his monitor reflecting in his glasses.
You placed the food onto a nearby table and cleared your throat.
Gohan suddenly jumped, his eyes snapping to yours, letting out a slightly unmanly shriek. âWhat are you doing here??â He exclaimed.
âN-not that I donât want you here, just that you scared me, and you usually donât do-â
You put your finger on his lips, stopping him mid ramble. âYouâre coming home with meâ you stated confidently, crossing your arms.
âOh, honey.. I would love to, but I still have so much to doâ he said with a frown, turning back to the stacks of paperwork he still had left to comb through.
âYou were supposed to be home five hours ago, are you sure you canât pick any of this up tomorrow?â You whined, itching to run your fingers through the messy mop on his head.
âI really shouldnât. If I quit now, Iâll be late tomorrowâ he said, the clacking of his keyboard drowning out his soft voice.
You frowned. He was always late anyway. Was it a crime to want to see your husband? No. Was it slightly inconsiderate to interrupt his work? Probably. He had also been working too hard lately.
If he wasnât going to take a break, you would make him.
You grinned to yourself. You still had one more trick up your sleeve. You unbuttoned your top button, showing off some skin, then leaned into his space.
âAlright, baby. Just make sure you eat somethingâ you whispered in his ear. You watched him screw up a signature he was in the middle of writing, and took it a step further.
You lightly pressed your lips against his cheek, pressing close to his back. You let your lips and tongue travel to the shell of his ear and traced it, lightly biting his earlobe.
You could literally feel him heating up. You chuckled and backed away. You gathered your things. âDonât overwork yourselfâ you said, moving to walk out.
Just as you were turning the doorknob, a sudden heat was against your back, the Saiyan pinning you against the door.
âYouâre not sly, you knowâ he whispered, littering kisses across your neck.
âIs that so?â You sighed, pressing your ass against his crotch, already hard.
He let out a small breath, and turned you around, kissing you deeply. You ran your fingers through his hair, letting your tongue invade his mouth.
He groaned into your mouth, and pulled away. âNot here, someone could seeâ he panted against your lips.
âThereâs no one else here. Besides, itâs kinda hot to think about getting caughtâ you whispered back, moving to unbutton his shirt.
He groaned in response, âThatâs risky, but Iâll indulgeâ
Suddenly, he was hauling you up, and pressed you against his desk, settling himself between your spread legs, running his hot mouth down your chest as he undid your shirt.
You panted, fumbling with his shirt as well, managing to tear the fabric off. You ran your hands against his heated skin.
âIâd almost forgotten what this felt likeâ you whispered.
You watched a sad look overcome his features. âIâve been neglecting you, havenât I?â He said.
âItâs not your fault. You have workâ you defended, stroking his cheek.
âIâll talk to my boss about it. Iâll try to come home on timeâ he promised, burying his face into your bare shoulder.
You smiled at the thought, but you would believe it when it happens. You wrapped a leg around his hip, pulling him closer.
âI believe we were in the middle of somethingâ you said with a smirk that you knew got him going, unzipping his pants.
He bucked his hips forward, âR-rightâ he stuttered, stepping out of his jeans and underwear. You eyed his hard cock, beading precum.
âUhhâŚI donât have any lubeâ he said, obvious to your staring.
âThatâs fineâ you replied. Before he could respond, you hauled the man onto the desk instead, slithering in between his legs.
âWhat do you mean thatâs fâfiiiinneeeâ he ended in a moan, throwing his head back as your lips wrapped around his tip.
You hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper, breathing heavily through your nose.
He gripped your hair with shaky fingers. âI like h-how you- mmh, think, but that probably not⌠hnh, entirely safeâ he breathed, his hips subtly grinding into your mouth despite his words.
You traced along a vein, before pulling off with an audible pop! âIf either of us are even slightly uncomfortable, we can stopâ you offered, shivering at his heated gaze directed onto you.
He bit his lip. âFuck it, alrightâ he agreed, whimpering when you suddenly swallowed him to the hilt, making sure to get him nice and wet.
You purposely were loud, knowing the sounds got him hot and bothered. Just before he reached his peak, you pulled off, smirking to yourself at his groan of annoyance.
You got your pants and underwear off, startling when you were suddenly pressed against the desk.
You held your breath when he leaned in closer. âYour turnâ before slithering down to fit his head in between your legs.
You were sure you had never been more turned on in your life.
You heard the clank of him taking off his glasses then bit down on your lip hard as he suddenly dragged his tongue from the tip of your cock to the base, making sure to spread your precum around.
He spat on his fingers before slipping one in your entrance as he took you down farther, bobbing his head, stopping to trace a vein every once in a while.
âOh god..â you moaned quietly, reaching down to grasp and pull at his hair.
Soon, one finger had turned from one to three. You were a moaning mess by now, grinding your ass against his face.
He pulled away with spit slick lips, smiling at your whine. He slowly started stroking your cock, stopping every time he could tell you were getting close. âGohanâ you whimpered, bucking your hips.
âYou know what I want to hearâ he said in that low voice that always had your lower stomach light up with desire.
ââŚPlease, fuck meâ you begged, shivering when he returned to stroking your length.
âJust a little moreâ he demanded, his eyes locked onto your expression.
âI need you, please fuck meâ you whined, throwing your head back in frustration.
You got your hopes up when he stroking faster, but was ultimately denied just seconds before your orgasm.
He stood up to line his cock against your entrance with a smirk.
âJust look at youâŚâ he said softly, running his hand from your lower stomach up to your cheek.
âYou look soâŚdesperate. Youâre beautifulâ he continued, swallowing your gasp as he started pushing in, invading your mouth with his tongues
You pulled at his hair as he fully seated himself inside you. He lifted one of your legs with one hand, intertwining his fingers with yours with the other.
ââŚYouâre looking pretty desperate yourselfâ you panted with a smile, it being wiped off as soon as he started to thrust, no doubtly on purpose.
You arched your back, clawing at his arms. Huffing in annoyance at his triumphant grin. Just before you could open your mouth, he beat you to it.
âYou just couldnât wait, could you? You just had to have my cock right now, at work, where anyone could see youâ he snarled into your ear, sucking harshly at your neck.
You whimpered, loving the sudden switch. He was a sweetheart til he got dick drunk. It was like a beast woke up within him every time he got inside you.
âIâll happily show everyone that youâre mineâ he growled, leaning away to put more power into his hips, slamming in and out of you. You were embarrassingly close already.
You were gone at this point, gripping any part of him that was closest to you. All you could see was his concentrated expression, sweat dripping down his brow.
When his eyes met yours, you wailed as you climaxed, squeezing hard around his dick. He let out a whimper-moan, pulling out to finish across your stomach.
You both panted, the situation setting in.
You just fucked in his office. And it was fucking amazing.
ââŚHoly shitâ he said, panting against your chest.
âHoly shit indeedâ you replied, staring at the ceiling in awe.
He cleaned you up with some tissues, helping you get dressed when your legs got too shaky to fully stand.
You handed him his glasses when he started pawing around for them. âYou knowâŚI could go for a round twoâ you said with a smirk.
âYouâre just insatiable, arenât you?â He said with a laugh. You replied with grabbing the food with one hand, and tugging him by his tie out the door with the other.
Notes: while the reader is stated AFAB, no pronouns are used. Also I listened to Beast by Mia Martina on repeat while writing this which I didnât realize was ironic til halfway through lol. Sorry if this is ass lmk if you want more
IMPORTANT NOTE: please practice safe sex. This story includes unsafe sex practices. Please use proper lubrication and protection
ALSO, just making it clear that this is post DBSH Gohan đ
â ď¸WARNINGâ ď¸: NSFW, 19+ ONLY. Vaginal sex, kinda exhibitionism but also not, masturbation, oral sex, office sex
Desc: If Gohan wasnât going to take a break, you were gonna make him.
AMAB ver
You had stopped actually reading your book for a while now. You just blankly stared at the pages, robotically scanning the words then turning the page without actually processing it.
Gohan was supposed to get off early for once, but is extremely late, as he usually is.
You glanced at the clock. He was supposed to get home three hours ago. You sighed, stood up, and started putting up the dinner you had made for him in celebration of the rare occasion. It had been a while since the two of you had spent time together, and you missed him dearly.
After everything was fully packed, you padded off to the shower, undressing on the way. You inhaled the thick steam from the hot water and stepped in, shivering as the hot water sprayed across your back.
As you showered, missing him turned intoâŚother things. As you lathered yourself in soap, you started to imagine it was his hands.
Hands that would stroke along your hips, only to slide lower, teasing in between your legs.
You flushed at the thought. You couldnât remember the last time you had sex. He was so busy all the time you were lucky to even get a kiss good night.
You gave into your desires, and let your hands wonder, pretending it was him instead.
-
âThatâs fucking itâ you muttered to yourself as you watched the clock hit the fifth hour. It was dangerously close to midnight, and he still wasnât home.
You swiped your copy of the key he gave to you to the office in case of an emergency, which at one point you refused because you were pretty sure that was illegal.
But at this moment, you care. You stopped at the door, remembering the food in the fridge. Maybe he wouldnât be too upset if you brought a peace offering.
â
Arriving at the office building, you huffed in frustration. Literally all of the lights were off except for a singular window, which you knew by heart was his office.
You used the key, and quietly crept in. When you arrived at his door, it was slightly cracked. You put your hand on the door, and hesitated.
Maybe you shouldnât disturb him. Plus this probably counted as breaking and entering.
You gnawed at your lip, and decided to be selfish just this once, and pushed the door open.
At first, he didnât even look up, his nose was buried in paperwork, the bright screen of his monitor reflecting in his glasses.
You placed the food onto a nearby table and cleared your throat.
Gohan suddenly jumped, his eyes snapping to yours, letting out a slightly unmanly shriek. âWhat are you doing here??â He exclaimed.
âN-not that I donât want you here, just that you scared me, and you usually donât do-â
You put your finger on his lips, stopping him mid ramble. âYouâre coming home with meâ you stated confidently, crossing your arms.
âOh, honey.. I would love to, but I still have so much to doâ he said with a frown, turning back to the stacks of paperwork he still had left to comb through.
âYou were supposed to be home five hours ago, are you sure you canât pick any of this up tomorrow?â You whined, itching to run your fingers through the messy mop on his head.
âI really shouldnât. If I quit now, Iâll be late tomorrowâ he said, the clacking of his keyboard drowning out his soft voice.
You frowned. He was always late anyway. Was it a crime to want to see your husband? No. Was it slightly inconsiderate to interrupt his work? Probably. He had also been working too hard lately.
If he wasnât going to take a break, you would make him.
You grinned to yourself. You still had one more trick up your sleeve. You unbuttoned your top button, showing off some skin, then leaned into his space.
âAlright, baby. Just make sure you eat somethingâ you whispered in his ear. You watched him screw up a signature he was in the middle of writing, and took it a step further.
You lightly pressed your lips against his cheek, pressing close to his back. You let your lips and tongue travel to the shell of his ear and traced it, lightly biting his earlobe.
You could literally feel him heating up. You chuckled and backed away. You gathered your things. âDonât overwork yourselfâ you said, moving to walk out.
Just as you were turning the doorknob, a sudden heat was against your back, the Saiyan pinning you against the door.
âYouâre not sly, you knowâ he whispered, littering kisses across your neck.
âIs that so?â You sighed, pressing your ass against his crotch, already hard.
He let out a small breath, and turned you around, kissing you deeply. You ran your fingers through his hair, letting your tongue invade his mouth.
He groaned into your mouth, and pulled away. âNot here, someone could seeâ he panted against your lips.
âThereâs no one else here. Besides, itâs kinda hot to think about getting caughtâ you whispered back, moving to unbutton his shirt.
He groaned in response, âThatâs risky, but Iâll indulgeâ
Suddenly, he was hauling you up, and pressed you against his desk, settling himself between your spread legs, running his hot mouth down your chest as he undid your shirt.
You panted, fumbling with his shirt as well, managing to tear the fabric off. You ran your hands against his heated skin.
âIâd almost forgotten what this felt likeâ you whispered.
You watched a sad look overcome his features. âIâve been neglecting you, havenât I?â He said.
âItâs not your fault. You have workâ you defended, stroking his cheek.
âIâll talk to my boss about it. Iâll try to come home on timeâ he promised, burying his face into your bare shoulder.
You smiled at the thought, but you would believe it when it happens. You wrapped a leg around his hip, pulling him closer.
âI believe we were in the middle of somethingâ you said with a smirk that you knew got him going, unzipping his pants.
He bucked his hips forward, âR-rightâ he stuttered, stepping out of his jeans and underwear. You eyed his hard cock, beading precum.
âUhhâŚI donât have any lubeâ he said, obvious to your staring.
âThatâs fineâ you replied. Before he could respond, you hauled the man onto the desk instead, slithering in between his legs.
âWhat do you mean thatâs fâfiiiinneeeâ he ended in a moan, throwing his head back as your lips wrapped around his tip.
You hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper, breathing heavily through your nose.
He gripped your hair with shaky fingers. âI like h-how you- mmh, think, but that probably not⌠hnh, entirely safeâ he breathed, his hips subtly grinding into your mouth despite his words.
You traced along a vein, before pulling off with an audible pop! âIf either of us are even slightly uncomfortable, we can stopâ you offered, shivering at his heated gaze directed onto you.
He bit his lip. âFuck it, alrightâ he agreed, whimpering when you suddenly swallowed him to the hilt, making sure to get him nice and wet.
You purposely were loud, knowing the sounds got him hot and bothered. Just before he reached his peak, you pulled off, smirking to yourself at his groan of annoyance.
You got your pants and underwear off, startling when you were suddenly pressed against the desk.
You held your breath when he leaned in closer. âYour turnâ before slithering down to fit his head in between your legs.
You were sure you had never been more turned on in your life.
You heard the clank of him taking off his glasses then bit down on your lip hard as he suddenly dragged his tongue from your hole to your clit, making sure to spread your wetness around.
He spat on his fingers before slipping one in as he swirled his tongue around your clit, stopping to suck on it every once in a while.
âOh god..â you moaned quietly, reaching down to grasp and pull at his hair.
Soon, one finger had turned from one to three. You were a moaning mess by now, grinding your pussy against his face.
He pulled away with spit slick lips, smiling at your whine. He slowly started rubbing his fingers on your clit, stopping every time he could tell you were getting close. âGohanâ you whimpered, bucking your hips.
âYou know what I want to hearâ he said in that low voice that always had your lower stomach light up with desire.
ââŚPlease, fuck meâ you begged, shivering when he returned to rubbing your clit in circles.
âJust a little moreâ he demanded, his eyes locked onto your expression.
âI need you, please fuck meâ you whined, throwing your head back in frustration.
You got your hopes up when he started circling faster, but was ultimately denied just seconds before your orgasm.
He stood up to line his cock against your entrance with a smirk.
âJust look at youâŚâ he said softly, running his hand from your lower stomach up to your cheek.
âYou look soâŚdesperate. Youâre beautifulâ he continued, swallowing your gasp as he started pushing in, invading your mouth with his tongues
You pulled at his hair as he fully seated himself inside you. He lifted one of your legs with one hand, intertwining his fingers with yours with the other.
ââŚYouâre looking pretty desperate yourselfâ you panted with a smile, it being wiped off as soon as he started to thrust, no doubtly on purpose.
You arched your back, clawing at his arms. Huffing in annoyance at his triumphant grin. Just before you could open your mouth, he beat you to it.
âYou just couldnât wait, could you? You just had to have my cock right now, at work, where anyone could see youâ he snarled into your ear, sucking harshly at your neck.
You whimpered, loving the sudden switch. He was a sweetheart til he got pussy drunk. It was like a beast woke up within him every time he got inside you.
âIâll happily show everyone that youâre mineâ he growled, leaning away to put more power into his hips, slamming in and out of you. You were embarrassingly close already.
You were gone at this point, gripping any part of him that was closest to you. All you could see was his concentrated expression, sweat dripping down his brow.
When his eyes met yours, you wailed as you climaxed, squeezing hard around his dick. He let out a whimper-moan, pulling out to finish across your stomach.
You both panted, the situation setting in.
You just fucked in his office. And it was fucking amazing.
ââŚHoly shitâ he said, panting against your chest.
âHoly shit indeedâ you replied, staring at the ceiling in awe.
He cleaned you up with some tissues, helping you get dressed when your legs got too shaky to fully stand.
You handed him his glasses when he started pawing around for them. âYou knowâŚI could go for a round twoâ you said with a smirk.
âYouâre just insatiable, arenât you?â He said with a laugh. You replied with grabbing the food with one hand, and tugging him by his tie out the door with the other.
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- he shows his affection for you with acts of service and some physical affection
- mentioned that you were craving fish? Expect to see a giant prepped fish on the dinner table later (thatâs if he remembers of course)
- he LOVES training with you. Literally asks to do it a few times a day
- he doesnât show much physical affection in the beginning. He grew up not really knowing what that stuff was. It started at most an arm around your shoulders.
- He honestly didnât even know physical affection (at least romantically) was an option so heâll probably do it the more you show it to him lol
- once he got used to it, he lost all meaning of personal space
- while youâre cooking heâll lurk around you and plant his chin on your shoulder no matter how much you complain how sharp it is, pressing his warm body against yours
- he likes to rant a LOT. Usually about random shit. Sometimes while he talks heâll just be pressed all the way against you, hip against hip
- when no one is looking heâll give you a lil nose kiss
- he gives bone crushing hugs. Heâll happily manhandle you and spin you around until you tell him to stop
- the easiest way to his heart is through his stomach, and his children
- offer to help train Goten/Gohan and heâll fall in love even more
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Shakily getting to your feet and resuming your fighting stance, you flashed a grin at Goku, paying no mind to the blood that ran from your nose to your chin. Your veins felt like they were bursting with excitement, your heart beating probably way faster than it should.
With a loud laugh, Goku came straight at you, your arms clashing as you tried to block, only for your unsteady knees to give in, the burly Saiyan falling to the ground with you.
âOkay, thatâs it for todayâ you pleaded, having been at it for hours. Your body felt bruised, but that didnât dull the strange intense affection you felt for Goku in this moment.
âAw, already?!?! That was only a couple of minutesâ Goku pouted, paying no mind to that he had his full weight on top of you.
âGoku, itâs been four hoursâ you groaned, pushing at his shoulder to get him to move. It was like you were buried under a couple of boulders.
Letting out a defeated whine, Goku supported himself with his arms, freezing suddenly. His dark eyes were fixed right onto yours.
âUhâŚare you gonna move?â You said, feeling heat creep up your neck. It seemed he had no idea how intimately close to you he currently was.
âJust lemme try something real quickâ he muttered, his eyes fixated on your lips. Before you could reply, he was leaning in, firmly pressing his lips onto yours.
Your eyes went comically wide, and you stayed still until he pulled away from you, his face as red as a tomato.
âThat was weird, sorryâ he apologized quickly, moving to get off of you.
Before he had the chance, you tugged at his spiky hair, bringing his lips back to yours, giving him a proper kiss.
âIf youâre gonna kiss me, at least do it rightâ you whispered against his skin. His lips curled into a big dopey smile, allowing you to plant some more kisses on him.
Vegeta
- this one has got a lil kick to it
- it is very difficult to get close to him
- but you somehow carved your way into his small inner circle
- youâre gonna have to have a lot of patience with this man
- he views any type of close relationship as weak, especially romantic
- heâll need some time to get his head out of his ass
- it is very easy to upset him. One wrong move and itâs one step forward, two steps back
- heâll probably never officially say you are in a relationship, itâll just⌠kinda happen
- kinda like he claims you LMAO
- he constantly puts you through grueling training sessions cause, âno partner of mine will be a weaklingâ
- heâll disappear sometimes to go train during his intense obsessive streaks of besting Goku
- despite all of his quirks, he really does care. Just has a really weird way of showing it
- Vegeta will not stray far from you. He is always lurking around whether you know it or not (kinda creepy but he means well)
- during battles, heâll insist that youâre on your own and he wonât come save you if you need him. However, he is always casting out for your ki and keeping an eye on you
- if you end up severely injured, queue a MY BULMAAAAA moment lol
- claims to hate physical affection even though he craves it
- at night heâll slowly inch towards you to avoid being detected
- if he thinks youâre asleep, heâll sling an arm around your waist
- a lot of times youâll wake up to him fully curled around you
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Entering your home, you limped your way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of cold water and chugging it. You ignored the blood oozing out of your leg.
Your shoulders tensed as the front door slammed open, angry footsteps approaching you.
âI donât want to hear itâ you warned. He never listened.
âCut the bullshit. What the hell were you thinking, throwing away your life so carelessly?!â Vegeta shouted, the veins in his forehead already popping out.
Taking a deep breath, you stared at the seething man before you. âSo was I just supposed to let you get blown up?!â You shouted back.
âI am not weak. I am the prince of Sa-â he began
âShut the fuck up, Vegeta! Yes, I know perfectly well that you couldâve taken it, but you didnât have to!â You felt your eyes threatening to tear up. You bit down on your lip hard you steel your nerves.
Feeling a sharp pain in your leg, you instinctively went to protect it. Vegeta slapped your hand away, growling when you tried to wrench his hand away. He easily bypassed your efforts, placing pressure on the weeping wound.
âYou idiot! You couldâveâŚ!â He trailed off, his face morphing into an expression that could only be read as painful.
âCouldâve what?â You snapped, ignoring the agony that felt like a hammer pounding away in your skull.
âForget it. If you enjoy hurting yourself for no reason, then do as you wishâ Vegeta growled, backing away and crossing the room, preparing to exit.
âI was worried about you, you fucking asshole! Not that it matters!â You shouted at his back, the tears finally falling.
You turned to face the sink, taking deep breaths to prevent yourself from hyperventilating.
Hearing those footsteps once again, you turned around, ready to tell him to fuck off, only for him to forcefully grab your face, pulling you in for a hard kiss.
You gasped against his lips, every nerve lighting on fire, your repressed feelings for him over the years bubbling to the surface. When your brain stopped buffering, you wrenched your fingers into his black hair, tugging his mouth impossibly closer.
When you finally parted, lips swollen, he leaned his forehead against yours in a rare show of vulnerability. âDonât⌠donât do that againâ he whispered, stroking your tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs.
You opened your mouth and closed it, knowing you couldnât promise that. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him, feeling him dig his face into your neck. trying not to sob at the feeling of tears hitting your skin.
Piccolo
- heâs a little rough around the edges
- but he means well
- not unlike Vegeta, it is difficult to get close to him
- heâs less of an asshole about it though
- he kind of intimidated you at first, maybe even disliked him cause of the hell he put Gohan through, but seeing the way he interacts with Gohan later on softened your image of him
- over time you grew more curious about him, especially when he mediates
- you had no idea how to approach him though, so you just let him be
- you two ended up getting closer through Gohan
- without Goku, you saw how miserable Gohan was, so you kind of took him under your wing
- since Piccolo took care of the training, you mostly taught him survival tactics with the occasional training session to test his knowledge or teach him something new
- after seeing how you cared for Gohan, Piccolo started lurking around you more, though it was very subtle
- in groups, Piccolo would often stand next to you. Arms crossed, silent unless spoken to
- eventually, the two of you bonded over battle strategies
- you would often approach him to discuss new training regimes or pretend to forget basic moves in battle, just to hear him talk
- once you are in a relationship, he becomes really awkward. Pls be patient he has 0 clue what he is doing
- he enjoys quality time a LOT. One time he literally entered your house unannounced without a word, and sat next to you on the couch and silently judged your choice of television series. You didnât dare to say anything. He does it more often after that
- doesnât reject physical affection but gets really flustered. Lay your head in his lap and heâll internally panic for a few minutes and then place his hand on your head, maybe even scratch your scalp or massage your head
- if you fall asleep heâll admire your features, maybe even grow tired himself
- one time he came in holding Gohan like he was scruffing a cat, dropped him off, and left. When you asked Gohan what he did, he refused to elaborate (he teased Piccolo endlessly about how he holds a phone like heâs afraid of it)
- he grows extremely protective of you
- burned yourself on the stove? Heâll glare at the stove like it killed a puppy
- he may have trust issues, but once you get past that initial barrier, heâll hold you very close to his heart
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(Set shortly after the events of the Buu Saga/Daima)
Stopping in the middle of the forest, you looked around, confused. You were pretty sure you felt Piccoloâs ki around here, yet the 7 ft Namekian was nowhere to be found.
âPiccolo?â You called out, looking around.
Ducking under a branch, you failed to look up quickly enough, and slammed into a hard chest.
You backed up a bit, your forehead throbbing, eyes watering. âOuch, what are you, made out of metal?â You whined, flushing at the amused look on the Namekians face.
âYou only have yourself to blame. Shouldâve just payed attention to where you were goingâ Piccolo gruffly replied, crossing his arms.
âYeah yeah whateverâ you rolled your eyes.
Ignoring his small snicker, you tilted your head up to meet his eyes. âWhat are you doing out here anyway?â
âMeditating before I was rudely interruptedâ he replied.
You scoffed in mock offense. âDonât let me stop youâ
You watched him sit on the grassy floor, cape fanning out. He crossed his legs and closed his eyes, breathing deep.
You stared at him awkwardly before moving to leave. Maybe right now was not the right time to discuss lesson plans for Gohan.
Before you could get far, a hand wrapped around your lower leg. Startling, you looked down at Piccolo, who still had his eyes closed.
âJoin meâ he whispered, tugging you over.
You felt your heart squeeze in affection that he was allowing you to join him in such a vulnerable moment, and joined him on the grass.
You stared at the side of his face for a bit, before quickly looking away and closing your eyes. You were so close to him that you could feel the heat radiating off of his body.
So much so that you began to worry that you were too close, and scooted away a bit. Before you could move even farther, a warm hand clasped around your wrist.
You opened your eyes to his intimidating stare, and you gave him a sheepish smile. âLet your ki surge out. Relaxâ he said quietly.
You nodded, closing your eyes once he did it first. Suddenly, you felt his ki roar, covering you like a blanket. It wasâŚnice, peaceful.
You let your ki thrum under your skin and pushed it outwards, allowing it to mix with his.
He let out a relaxed sigh, sliding his palm upwards to yours, allowing your fingers to interlace.
âItâs easier to connect this wayâ his deep voice whispered in your mind. You felt like you were being blanketed with warm caramel, shivering from the close intimacy you two shared.
You swore you felt warm air on your lips, Piccoloâs body heat drawing closer. You snapped out of your relaxation when you felt two kiâs suddenly surging.
You were standing up before your mind caught up with your body, your hand leaving Piccoloâs.
Once you realized who the energies belonged to, you were soaring through the air towards the source, Piccoloâs ki not far behind you.
You stopped at a rock cliff, evil energy polluting the air like thick fog. Golden spiky hair, surrounded by lightening, cut through the fog like the sun.
âHow the hell are you alive?!â You exclaimed in pure horror at the sight of the enemyâs face, standing opposite from Gohan, who looked bloody and beaten.
Frieza breathed a drawn out laugh with a crooked grin. âThat doesnât matter. Would you be so kind as to point me Gokuâs location?â
âOver my dead bodyâ you growled, stepped closer.
Frieza seemed to expect this answer, simply lifting a terrifying finger and trapping Piccolo within dark energy of some kind. At hearing his agonizing screams, you moved towards him, only to freeze at his next line.
âOh ho ho, as much as I would enjoy that, I think it would be over hisâ Frieza threatened, charging up an attack enough to kill a large planet, his red eyes focused on Gohan. His other hand was still raised, trapping Piccolo.
You hissed through your teeth, body wanting to recoil naturally from the evil energy. His words sunk into your skin like a poison has entered your veins. You would gladly die before that morherfucker laid a finger on Gohan. You looked at Piccoloâs pained expression, then at the young boy.
At your hesitance, Frieza gave a small shrug âYou chose thisâ he cackled, launching the death ball forward.
Gohan began charging a kamehameha, but you knew this wouldnât be enough. You had to act. You stepped forward, âTOGETHER!â You shouted, launching an attack of your own at the same time that Gohan launched his.
Grunting at the sheer force of the death ball colliding with your blast, you strained your muscles and planted your feet into the earth, pushing farther.
When it became apparent that the energy was still approaching, just a bit slower, you prepared for the worst. You tackled Gohan, rolling as much as your body would allow, hugging the boy as close as possible, hoping your body would shield him.
You shut your eyes tightly as the death ball drew so close that it singed the clothes off of your back. This was it.
You waited for death, but it never came.
You opened your eyes wearily, and noticed a purple beam pushing back the death ball.
Vegeta.
The saiyan had almost easily deflected the death ball towards the outer atmosphere, his long golden hair brushing against his back, his blue eyes clenched in fury.
Backing away from Vegeta, Friezaâs mouth hung open. âWell it seems Iâm no longer needed hereâ he tried to reason.
Before he could even get another word in, Vegeta clasped his wrists together, sending Frieza flying with a blinding gold light, his piercing yell echoing across the terrain.
Friezaâs ki was gone. He had done it. He actually killed him. You turned to thank the man, but he was already gone.
Standing up, you brushed the grass off of your form, checking Gohan for any serious injuries.
âThanks for the saveâ he voiced. He flushed with embarrassment at the caring touches around his scalp. He gently brushed your worried hands away.
You sighed in relief, stepping away from him. He was fine.
You whipped towards Piccolo, his clothes torn and singed, but he seemed ok. He regarded you with a strange look you didnât know how to place.
You heard Gohan mutter something about checking on everyone else, along with his ki taking off.
You approached the Namekian. âAre you a- mmphâ you were cut off before you could truly check on him, his lips firmly pressing against yours, his hands clenched into the back of your already shredded shirt, pulling you closer.
You kissed him back just as passionately, pulling back a little dazed.
âThank youâ he whispered, squeezing your shoulders, diving in for another kiss. You threw your arms around his shoulders, letting your ki fan out and intertwine with his own once more.
Tension (Aaron Hotchner x m!reader)đđđŹđ
This is really just an excuse for me to write a nasty make out session involving Hotch (oops). Has a side of Jemily (JJ is of course not with Will in this and Hotch is already divorced)
â ď¸WARNINGâ ď¸: VIOLENCE, guns, sexual situations, blood, descriptions of violent cases, harassment (not from Hotch)
Desc: Five times you caught Hotch staring at you, and the one time you do something about it.
1.
You had barely started sipping your coffee when Garcia came strutting in, her tone chipper as ever despite the gory details displayed on the screen.
âOkay my lovelies, buckle up because this one is a doozyâ She begins, cracking her knuckles.
She flicked through pictures as she talked. âThe first victim, Jessica Don, was found dead in her home with various lacerations around her torso, along with some severe bruising on her neckâ.
You took a look at the photos yourself in the files in front of you, shoving the end of a pen into your mouth, a habit you had recently developed.
You felt eyes boring into the side of your head, so you looked up, only to meet the intense glare of Hotch.
You flushed, assuming it was because you seemed unprofessional, and removed the pen from your mouth, trying your best not to do it again. Despite this, you still felt it every now and then.
2.
You were flattered, but honestly, it was starting to get annoying. Hotch had instructed you to help him set up in the conference room after just arriving in LA.
Which meant you got to meet the lead detective on the case. She was lovely, but she could not stay professional. Any time you both were in a room together, she would flirt with you.
One time you said something that wasnât even funny, and she giggled, and gripped onto your arm. You just wanted to solve the case, so you tried your best to ignore her.
You started to add the teams discoveries to the board, Hotch helping by adding crime scene photos, when she walked in again.
She made a beeline straight for you. âOh sorry! Just lemme squeeze right on byâ she giggled, brushing past you to grab some tape that was right beside you, which she couldâve easily obtained without violating your personal space.
You flushed, apologized and quickly stepped to the side. However, she stayed put. You felt a burning gaze aimed at the back of your neck.
âIs there anything I can help you with?â You offered, trying to step away, but the back of your legs hit the table.
âYou could start by giving me your numberâ she flirted, pulling out her phone. âUm..â You began. âCome onâ she beckoned, moving to grasp your arm, but a booming voice alerted you both.
âDetective Sanchez, that is highly unprofessional behavior. Please step away from him while Iâm asking nicelyâ he said, not taking his eyes off of hers for a second. Just the sight of it sent chills up your spine.
âR..right! My apologiesâ she said, scurrying out the room. You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding. âAre you alright?â He says, his voice softening.
âYeah. Thanksâ you replied. He turned his back to you and continued putting up the crime scene photos. You couldnât help but linger on his broad shoulders. You shook yourself out of it, deciding to pour the rest of your focus onto the case.
3.
For the first time in a while, the whole team went out to a bar for a drink. Your cheeks have away that you were not sober at all, Morganâs shirt was off within the first few minutes (with Garcia ogling his frame), Prentiss and JJ were giggling and running off somewhere, Hotch was sitting at the bar, and Reid was no where to be found.
This left you with Rossi. The two of you were situated at a separate table, his strong cologne making your head hurt. You could tell that he was up to something by his hidden smile while he sipped on his scotch.
âOkay, Iâll bite. Whatâs going on?â You asked the man. âI should be asking you thatâ he replied. You raised your brow.
âIâve noticed that you and Hotch have been getting cozy latelyâ he starts. You laughed at this. âAre you joking?â.
âAm I?â He counters, gesturing behind you. You turned, and met Hotchâs intense gaze from across the bar. You flushed and turned back.
âHe hasnât taken his eyes off of you since we got hereâ he points out. âItâs probably nothingâ You dismissed. You didnât miss the look that Rossi shot you.
â
You seriously regretted trying Rossiâs scotch. And the few shots of tequila you took. And trying the drink that Garcia offered. You were throughly wasted.
You had your phone out, ready to call an Uber, when Hotch approached you. âItâs dangerous to call an Uber. Let me give you a ride homeâ he offered.
âIs that an order, sir?â You giggled, almost laughing yourself off the barstool. He winced at your state, helping you stand up. âYesâ.
He helped you into the backseat of his car, and you pretty much slept the whole car ride home. He startled you when he shook you awake.
You grumbled as he pretty much dragged you out of the car and to your door, asking you for your keys. âPocketâ you mumbled, nodding off.
He grimaced, patting all of your pockets, finding them in your back left pocket, and let himself into your apartment, dragging you along with him.
He spotted your bedroom, and took you to it, laying you down and covering you with the blanket. He left, and you assumed he wouldnât return. You were mistaken.
He returned with a bucket, some pain meds he had found, and a bottle of water. He turned to leave, and you found yourself calling out his name.
âYes?â He turned back, keeping eye contact. âStayâ You whispered. An unknown look crossed his face. âIâll see you at work tomorrowâ he replied, and left your room.
4.
You were making your way to Hotchâs office when Garcia approached you. âSooo?â. ââŚ.Yes?â You replied, not liking the look on her face one bit, stopping at the doorway near his open office.
âAre you excited for your date tonight?â She said, speaking quickly. âHow do you know about that?â You questioned, raising your brow.
âA lady never tells!â She giggles. âIâm not sure? Itâs been such a long time since Iâve been on a proper date. Iâm certainly nervousâ you confessed.
âIâm sure youâll be fine! Just picture him nakedâ she jokes. You laugh nervously at that. Unfortunately, you both caught the attention of Morgan.
âLover boy has got a date?â He says with a grin. You groaned, flushing at the new nickname. âIs that a date I hear?â Prentiss shouted from across the BAU.
You wanted a hole to open up under you. âHe sure does! Tonight!â Garcia spoke for you. Morgan walked around and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. âWhatâs the matter? Nervous?â He teased.
You flushed red, and took all of their teasing. You felt something on your face, and met Hotchâs intense gaze from inside your office, which caused the smile to drop from your face. You decided you would talk to him later.
â
The next day, you entered the BAU with an obvious bad mood. You sat down, meeting the nervous gaze of Spencer. âHow did it go?â He asked. Apparently everyone and their mother knew about your date last night.
You debated on whether if you should actually tell anyone or not, before deciding that they would probably figure it out anyways.
âI was stood upâ You honestly replied. âWhat?! He stood you up?â Prentiss said, poking her head out from the mountain of files on her desk.
You looked at your desk in shame. âIâm sorry to hear thatâ Morgan said, patting your shoulder. You stood up, remembering that you had something to tell Hotch. âExcuse meâ you mumbled, moving past their sympathetic stares.
You knocked at his door, entering at the quiet âCome inâ. âHey so-â âIs something the matter?â He cuts you off. You stood there dumbfounded for a moment.
âUm..yeah, kind of? Well I had a date last night and I was stood upâ you confessed. You two stood there in silence, and you were going to continue, before he decided to speak up.
âWell then, they are an idiot.â He simply stated. Just that alone got your heart pounding. You nervously laughed before going on with what you were going to say.
5.
You were in high pursuit of an unsub, whoâs favorite pastime was taking his victims ears. You felt like you had been running for hours.
You hopped a fence, slightly brushing your knee, causing you to lag behind by a half second.
You yelled in frustration, and continued to chase the unsub, despite your teammates in your ear telling you to stop because JJ and Reid were waiting for him on the other side.
He threw a slab of wood in your direction, and it only grazed your arm, not stopping you in the slightest.
Right as he made it around the other side, you gained enough speed and tackled him. âGot you motherfuckerâ You mumbled to yourself, cuffing him as he struggled. âMatthew Gray, you are under arrest for the murder of five women. You have the right to remainâŚâ your own voice filtered throughout your ears.
As soon as the adrenaline ran out, you started to feel the throbbing of your knee, and the burning across your arm. You didnât have to look up to know Hotch was staring at you.
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As you sat in the ambulance getting patched up, he approached you with a determined look in his eye. You prepared yourself for a talking to.
âThat was extremely recklessâ he said, crossing his arms. âYesâ you replied, unable to meet his eye-line.
âIf you had stopped, you wouldâve avoided the majority of your injuriesâ he lectured. âProbablyâ you agreed. He sighed out of his nose.
âJust donât try that againâ. You nodded at him, and watched him walk away. You hated pissing him off, but you didnât regret going after the unsub.
+1
After what felt like hours searching for an unsub in a dark abandoned bulging, the team all met in the middle.
âAnything?â Morgan whispered. âNothingâ Reid said, clearly frustrated. You looked around, only to see that someone was missing. âWhere is Hotch?â You whispered.
Everyone looked around them, noticing that Hotch was in fact, missing. âFuckâ you mumbled, before hearing a gunshot in the distance, and a Hotch-like yell.
Your body kicked into overdrive, and you recklessly ran towards the sound, your teammates not far behind you.
You practically flew through the door, yelling Hotchâs name, but you adjusted your flashlight to see the unsub lying there, dead, with Hotch pointing a gun in his direction.
You sighed out of relief, shoving down the tears you felt threatening to spill. Morgan was kneeling at the unsub. âGoneâ he confirmed.
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You sat in your hotel room, unable to sleep. The time read 3am, yet your weâre not tired at all. All you could think about was the fact that you couldâve lost Hotch.
You tossed in turned in the bed, the gunshot still ringing throughout your ears. After some time, you couldnât take it any longer. You needed to see that he was alright.
Before you could stop yourself, you were already down the hall and knocking at his door. To your surprise, he opened it, staring at you intensely.
You two stood in silence, before he moved aside, inviting you in. âAre you okay?â you asked, your eyes scanning him from head to toe for any injuries.
âIâm not injuredâ he replies, returning your intense stare. âGosh, Hotch. You couldâve fuckingâŚdiedâ You said. He didnât say anything in return.
You felt a sudden urge take over, and before you knew it, you were walking towards him, and your lips were on his.
He stood there, shocked, and in a moment of clarity, you pulled away, considering turning in your gun and badge right at that moment, but his mouth returning to yours cut your thoughts off.
He gripped your hair, and you pushed him towards the bed until his legs hit the edge, pushing him onto it. He looked up at you with bruised lips, and you felt all your blood rush to your groin at the sight.
You got into his lap, pulling at his hair as you returned to his lips, sucking, biting, drinking up every sigh and groan that left his mouth.
You pressed your hips down into him, and he spread his legs in response. You smiled into the kiss, tugging on his lip as you pulled away.
He panted at the loss. âThis is extremely unprofessionalâ he commented. âI donât careâ you said, silencing him with another kiss. He let you press him fully into the bed.
Just a small fluffy thing... Imagine Derek tracing his boyfriends (male reader) scar that details his arm
The scar covers Reader's entire arm. It was caused from using black henna (more specifically a chemical p-Phenylenediamine. This is called chemical vitilgo too) and so it's small but intricate patterns that look almost like vitiligo. Swirls and dots, small designs, that fade when they reach his chest.
Reader usually keeps it covered because he hates the pain he went through, but Derek loves the scars. Maybe sometimes he uses skin-friendly markers to colour the designs. Or maybe he helps Reader apply makeup to cover the scars
[Chemical Vitiligo is a pretty interesting topic. But it looks disgusting when the reactions first start. I think usually it may go away, but other times it causes your skin to be permanently scarred]
Thank you for your request! I hope this is what you had in mind. I know 0 about this topic so feel free to correct me
Chrysalism (Derek Morgan x m!reader)đŹ
â ď¸WARNINGâ ď¸: reader has some insecure thoughts that may be triggering
Desc: you feel insecure about your scars. Derek feels otherwise.
One of the things you loved about Derek the most, was that he had a knack for loving every part of you. Even the parts you deemed to be the worst about yourself.
Every little insecurity, every judgement you passed on yourself, Derek would soothe. He would show you a different perspective. Even when you felt at your worst, he would be there. Like today, for example.
You had just gotten your pants on after a shower, and glanced in the mirror. What made you linger was the faded scars that traveled all the way up your arm.
You shivered at the sight, remembering the pain you went through like it was yesterday. You mustâve been standing there for a while, because you didnât hear Derek behind you in the mirror.
He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as to not alarm you. âAnother one of those days, huh?â He whispers, kissing your temple.
âI guess soâ you responded, ashamed. You felt like you had disappointed him. âHey, none of thatâ he says, squeezing you a little tighter.
âIâm just soâŚ. I donât even have the wordsâ you whispered. âJust so what? Handsome? Smart? Courageous?â Every word he said, he left a kiss until you were giggling.
You turned around in his arms. âYouâre right. Iâm sorryâ You said in his chest. âYou have nothing to be sorry aboutâ. He gently guided you towards the bed, and invited you into his arms.
He then started to gently trace along the scars. You sharply inhaled, before willing yourself to relax. It wasnât like this was new, it was a common nightly routine between the two of you. It still shocked you every time.
Despite your insecurities, Derek loved your scars. Whenever he was holding you, you would catch him looking at them. One time, he even colored them in with markers.
âWhatâs the matter?â He asked, still making his way up your forearms. âI just love you so muchâ you smiled.
He cracked a smile. âI love you tooâ. He continued to trace your arm, eventually guiding you to sleep. Right before you truly fell asleep, you felt a kiss on your forehead.
This is the most graphic shit Iâve written so far lol enjoy
â ď¸WARNINGâ ď¸ DESCRIPTIVE SMUT ELEMENTS 18+âźď¸
A - Aftercare (what they are like after intimacy)
If youâre on the receiving end, you donât even notice him move. Heâs just suddenly wiping you clean, providing you with water, and the promise of cuddles after a shower. If heâs receiving, he loves to be pampered, which he will never admit. Shower him with love.
B - Body part (favorite body part of theirs & yours)
Personally, Luke takes a lot of pride in his biceps. He loves when you hold onto his biceps for purchase.
His favorite body part of yours is your chest. Whether you have breasts or not, he is always feeling up your chest.
C - Cum (anything to do with cum)
His favorite thing to do ever is to cum down your throat. Just the thought of it gets him going
D- Dirty Secret
He loves being tied up. He likes to always have your hands on you, so if you take that away from him, it makes it all the hotter.
E - Experienced (how experienced are they?)
He definitely knows what heâs doing. As soon as he learns what makes you tick, itâs over for you.
F - Favorite position
He loves being on the bottom while you ride him, whether if heâs laying down or sitting up.
G - Goofy (are they serious? Humorous?)
Heâs pretty serious during intimacy. The only words that ever leave his mouth is when heâs praising/degrading you, if youâre into that.
H - Hair (how well groomed are they?)
He doesnât completely shave, but keeps it neatly trimmed.
I - Intimacy (how are they in the moment?)
Luke speaks more with actions then with words. He practically canât keep his hands off of you. The most common thing he does is interlock your hands together, pining them above your head.
J - Jack off (masturbation)
He doesnât really have time to take care of himself due to his job, but when he does, oh is it intense. He mimics your movements exactly.
K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)
HAIR PULLING! If you want this man at your knees, pull his hair. He loves being edged. Tease him relentlessly.
L - Location
The most common place is the bed. But he wonât say no to intimacy on the couch or in the shower, even against the wall.
M - Motivation (what gets them going?)
Wear anything that enhances your beauty. Heâll have his hands on you in no time. Drop hints only he would get when out with friends.
N - No (turn offs, something they wouldnât do)
He is willing to degrade you, but he doesnât like it in return. He will also never agree to anything that will cause you or himself pain.
O - Oral (skill, preference)
He LOVES to go down on you, but prefers to be on the receiving end. Once he knows exactly how to rile you up, heâll tease you to the ends of the earth. And then suddenly pull out all the stops, leaving room for an earth shattering release.
P - Pace (fast or rough? Etc)
It depends on what kind of mood heâs in. When heâs feeling playful and sensual, heâll tease you to tears and then give you slow and deep thrusts. When a case pisses him off though, itâs a different story. One time you guys broke the bed.
Q - Quickies (opinions, how often)
Heâs always down to get his hands on you. Heâs not afraid to couple off and fuck in risky places.
R - Risk (are they down to experiment?)
He has his hard limits, but otherwise, heâs down to try something new. As mentioned above, he will get down in semi-public places, as long as itâs secluded enough.
S - Stamina
He can go a long time. He loves being overstimulated and pushed to the edge. The first few rounds, heâll last the longest. But the more he cums, the more sensitive heâll become, and the faster the release.
T - Toys (do they own them? Use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He hardly experiments with himself. His toy collection only grew because of you. He wonât say no if you want him to try some though, as long as they arenât painful.
U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)
Oh boy. Heâs the king of teasing. If you manage to piss him off, he will edge you for HOURS. Do not test him. (or do)
V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
He can get loud when overstimulated, but otherwise, heâs pretty average. If you push him far enough, he starts to whine. Itâs hot.
W - Wild card (random head canon)
Heâll spend hours just marking you up. Especially around your inner thighs.
X - X-ray (whatâs going on under those clothes)
Heâs pretty average size at a solid 6 inches
Y - Yearning (how is their sex drive?)
He can get it up pretty easily. Literally just whisper something naughty in his ear and heâll follow you around like a lost puppy.
Z - Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep after sex?)
Really quick. Itâs why he forced himself to get up and clean up as soon as you guys are done. As soon as youâre in his arms, heâs out like a light.
This might just be the worst thing Iâve ever written đ Iâll do a pt.2 if enough ppl want it
â ď¸WARNINGâ ď¸: steamy 18+
Desc: You confess to Garcia (and others) about how despite being together for 6 months, you and Luke have never been intimate. This was a mistake
The loud music of the club drove against your eardrums like a drill as you took a sip from your second drink of the evening, giggling into the glass.
âNo! Really! He had a FOOT fetish! He was totally looking at my feet the whole time!â Garcia said rather loudly, the glass of wine in her hand about to be in cahoots with the table.
âMaybe he was just looking somewhere else?â Tara said, a bright smile creeping up her face. âOh come on! I was giving like the BEST head ever and he was totally looking behind meâ Garcia countered.
âOkay! New topicâ JJ said, her face turning red from how much she was laughing, accidentally shoving her elbow into Mattâs side, who looked horrified.
âHow about you?â JJ asked, her sly smile turning at the corners of her mouth. You paused in the middle of your (chug) sip. âWhat?â You asked, meeting the curious eyes of your coworkers.
âItâs been 6 months already!â She exclaimed. âYeaah? Wait.. no you guys seriously arenât asking me about thatâ You said, heat crawling up your neck.
âOf course we are!â Emily interjects, leaning so close that you could smell the alcohol in her breath.
âIâd imagine heâs freakyâ Garcia says, stirring the ice in her drink with her fingertip. The shy smile that shot up on your face gave her the. âWait? Youâve imagined?â You said, raising your brow.
Garcia goes back to loudly sipping at her drink. âItâs Luke. think we all haveâ Tara says. You wanted a hole to open up under you. Emily nudged you with her elbow.
âWell⌠I wouldnât knooooww.. because um..â You started, the heat radiating off your skin. âDonât tell me you havenât gotten laid yetâ Garcia said loudly, earning some disgusted looks from the tables nearby.
You grimaced, shifting in your seat. The girls (and Matt) sighed in pity. âAre you waiting until marriage?â JJ pried.
âNo! We just havenât had the time to⌠do any of that.â âI call bullshitâ Emily says, knocking back another shot.
âHave you talked to him about it?â Matt asks. âNot really? I mean gosh I want to.. but he hasnât said anything about itâ you rambled.
âWhat if heâs waiting for you to say something about it?â Tara points out. âIt sounds like you two just need to talk about itâ Matt says, patting your shoulder as he walked away to join Rossi and Reidâs intense poker game.
âOr, we could give you two someâŚencouragementâ Garcia says with her evil smile. âWhat does that mean?â You said, horrified that this conversation is even happening.
âLeave it to me!â Garcia says, getting up with with her drink to go mingle. âYikesâ Tara whispers, giving Emily a look. âGood luckâ she says, getting up as well.
You give JJ a pleading look. âIâm not doing your dirty workâ she argues. Your shoulders slumped in defeat. You decided you were going to bring it up to him tonight.
â
After a long night of drinks, partying, and teasing from your fellow coworkers, you and Luke had finally called a cab to your place.
You sat on your couch, suddenly sober as you poured all of your what ifs into your bottle of water.
âIs something up?â Luke asks, sitting down beside you, facing you. âNothingâs wrongâ you assured him. âBut?â He asks, giving you a pointed look.
âI just wanted to talk to you about somethingâ you said, watching him sharply inhale. âItâs not bad! I promiseâ You said with a shy smile. He motioned for you to continue.
âWe havenât reallyâŚuhâ Lukeâs intense stare was freaking you out. âIs there something wrong with-â both of your phones went off.
You didnât have to check to know it was Emily. Luke gave a frustrated sigh. âI promise we can resume this conversation laterâ he says, jumping up to grab his coat with you on his heels.
â
It had been two weeks since you last tried to talk to Luke about it. The BAU started to get case after case, and you felt like a walking corpse at this point.
You had just been dismissed when Garcia grabbed everyoneâs attention. âWeâve all been working hard, so why donât we go celebrate at my house?â She offers.
She flashed you a mischievous smile, and your skin crawled at that. It grew when you agreed to come.
-
You were laughing with Luke when Garcia made an announcement. âOkay everybody! Gather in a circle!â She claps. âNot the circleâ Tara says, but going to sit anyway.
âWhat are we playing?â JJ asks, situating herself next to Emily. â7 minutes in heaven! But with a touch of spin the bottle? The bottle chooses the two peopleâ Garcia decides.
A few people groaned in the circle, including yourself. âHey! Donât participate if you donât want toâ.
The bottle begun spinning, and JJ and Emily had already gone (JJ came back with her collar buttoned all the way up) and one time it landed on Rossi and Garcia but they agreed to re-spin it.
âYour turn!â Garcia gleefully chirped. You grumbled as you spun it, and oddly enough, it landed on Luke. The group ooâd and aaâd as Luke gently but firmly gripped your hand, leading you to the closet, with Emily shouting that the timer had started.
âWe donât have to do anything if youâre not comfortableâ He assured, running his hand up and down your arm in a comforting manner.
The closet filled with silence for a moment, before you decided to rip the bandaid off. âBut I doâ you said, nervous because you couldnât see his face.
ââŚ.You do?â He hesitated. âIâve been trying to tell you for a whileâŚâ you said. âAll this time Iâve kept my distance because you seemed to be uncomfortableâ He said, the embarrassment evident in his voice.
âI did it for the same reasonâ you chuckled, blindly resting your face against his shoulder. You felt his chest shake with amusement, before you felt his hands start to slowly slide down from your back.
âIn that caseâŚ.â He whispered in your ear, trailing his hot mouth down your neck, smiling and focusing on the spot that had you gasping.
You pulled on his hair, hard, to press your lips firmly against his, making a mental note of the groan that slipped from him.
Backing him up against the wall, you started trailing down his neck, untucking his shirt from his pants. In order to not be outdone, he pressed his hips forward, grinding your lengths together.
You stifled a groan, nipping at his neck. He dropped to his knees, using your belt loops to pull your hips closer to his face.
You bit your lip, letting the back of your head hit the wall, as he started undoing your belt. Right as you felt the heat of his mouth against your clothes crotch, you heard a loud banging at the door, and the both of you practically jumped apart.
âTimes up, love birds!â Emily sang. You flushed red as you both attempted to look like you werenât about to fuck each other in the closet, but everyone knew better.
â
Finally, it was time to go. You and Luke had been giving each other the fuck eyes all night, and if you kept thinking about it, you were going to have a noticeable problem.
You hugged everyone, and practically rushed out the door. Before you could walk out, Garcia grabbed your arm.
âI told you that all you needed was encouragementâ She said with a giggle, clearly intoxicated. You flushed red, and quickly rushed into the car.
âYour place or mine?â He asked, laying his hand on your inner thigh. âYoursâ.
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Dating SOME of the Men in Criminal Minds (and how the others find out)đŹđ pt.2
Pt.1
Consider this my apology for not posting for so long lol
â ď¸WARNINGâ ď¸: steamy 18+
Luke Alvez
- he doesnât really hide it, but doesnât make a big deal out of it either
- Garcia was the first to connect the dots that heâs seeing someone
- his smile always gives him away. When it comes to people close to him, heâs not a great liar. That doesnât apply when heâs doing his job obviously butâźď¸
- you two donât initiate PDA, but the fleeting looks and shy smiles are enough to give you away
- he loves to tease you a lot. Itâs all in good heart though
- his love language is acts of service. It can be something as small as handing you the remote, or as big as spending literally the whole day trying to get rid of that smell you were complaining about
- once you two have been dating long enough, he puts down his walls. He stops pretending to be so tough all the time when you are alone. He enjoys being comforted by you
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Luke snapped out of his trance, putting his phone down once he sees a hand waving in his field of vision.
âSo, whatâs their name?â JJ starts with a sly smile.
âWhat?â Luke replies, blinking out of his occupied state of mind.
âYou have that goofy look whenever youâre seeing someoneâ she continues. Luke scoffs playfully. âI do notâ
âSure you do. Your heart rate has sped up, and your skin is turning darker around your neck and ears. Actually, itâs happening faster now. You also havenât taken your eyes off your phone for a secondâ Reid rambles.
âYeah, yeah. Think what you wantâ Luke responds, gleefully texting you about his predicament. Moments before he pressed send, you fumbled with your phone, accidentally turning the ringer on.
You rushed to pick it up, and your phone went off with a text. A matching grin lit up on your face. âOh my godâ Garcia said, making herself known.
Luke jumped, âWhen did you get here?â He mumbled. âYouâre seeing themâ Garcia said, pointing in your direction.
Luke could suddenly feel everyoneâs eyes on him. Even if he denied it, the blush crawling higher up his neck would give him away.
âOkay, okay. Yes, I amâ he admits, the group immediately breaking into cheers. âI called it!â Garcia exclaimed, walking towards her office.
âNo you didnât!â Luke shouted back at her retreating figure. He received multiple sly looks for the rest of the day, and pats on the back. He couldnât say he hated it.
Matt Simmons
- you both agreed to keep it professional at work
- what gave it away was the fact that you two were practically always glued to each others side, even on the field
- Matt was always hovering somewhere near you, looking over your shoulder, and noticeably more protective of you
- his love language is physical touch and gift giving
- mentioned something two weeks ago you were craving? Itâs on your bed all of the sudden
- he always goes all out for holidays
- the two of you look at each other like you couldnât live without the other
- heâs extremely touchy at home. He almost always has a hand on your lower back, or has an arm around you
- this applies to your sex life as well. USUALLY you two wouldnât do something this risky but the alcohol was poisoning both of your reasoning
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âWe shouldnât do thisâ Matt panted into your ear, sharply inhaling when you slid a hand up his shirt.
âYou said you wanted to try something newâ you offered, retreating your hand and allowing him the space to stop if needed.
He looked conflicted, before capturing your lips again, moaning into your mouth as you tugged at the hairs on the back of his neck.
âSo responsiveâ you teased, getting your bottom lip nipped in response. You slowly dragged his shirt up, running your fingers across his sensitive chest.
He reached down, slowly crawling his fingers down your lower stomach, playing with your waistband-
The door to the restroom flung open, with Reidâs reddening face visible. âOh- oh! My god, sorry!â He shouted, scrambling to run away from the scene.
You knocked your head back against the wall with a groan. Matt had frozen in place. âEarth to Mattâ you said, lightly tapping at his cheeks.
ââŚDo you think heâll say something?â he utters in horror. âItâs Reidâ you deadpanned.
When the two of you got the courage to leave and get out of the club, you were met with the team blocking the exit.
âYouâre not getting out of this oneâ Rossi teased, swirling his scotch. The two of you never heard an end to it.
Desc: Who knew that your love of competition would be your undoing? Curse Rossi and his scotch.
Even before you were dating, you and Derek were always in some sort of competition. It was mostly small stuff, like who could get to the conference room first, how long Reid would ramble on about any subject, if Hotch was going to say wheels up in thirty, etc.
But once you two became an item, there was room for moreâŚsteamy competition. For example, if Garcia flirted with him five times, you would make him come into work with a limp the next day. He lost within an hour. (You told him you were okay with the flirting and that it was just for fun).
Currently, you two were on a bet that if Rossi mentioned he was Italian even once today, that Derek would get to have his way with you. The thought of that made you a little hard. You knew you were doomed from the beginning.
You made it through the entire work day without Rossi mentioning it. Annoyingly, Derek stuck close to the old man. You thought you got off scot free, until Prentiss suggested the whole team go out for drinks. Derek turned to you with a shit eating grin, and you knew you had to say yes.
â
Derek was pulling out all of the stops. He was already trying to rile you up. Dancing against you, grabbing your hips as he passes by, keeping his hand on your thigh.
He finally left you alone for a while. He was chatting with Rossi. You were currently giggling about with Spencer, Emily, and JJ.
âSoooo, you and Derek have been dating for half a year nowâ Emily starts. âYes?â You giggle along with her. âI can imagine things have begun to heat upâ she continues.
You laughed at that, the scotch starting to get to your brain. âEmily!â. âCome on, how is he?â She said, stirring the ice in her drink with her finger.
âA gentleman never tellsâ you say, laughing along with them. Reid was making a disgusted face the whole time. âCan we PLEASE change the subject?â He asks. All of you laugh, but agree to talk about something else.
â
You were walking to the car, your arm around Derekâs. You had a smug look that you had survived the day.
Rossi and Garcia had also been walking with the two of you, both of them parked near you. âRossi, I think you need to lay off on the scotchâ. The old man still had a glass in his hand. All of you had lost count of how many he had downed.
âOh please, Iâm Italian. Thereâs more where this came fromâ he said, the clinking of the ice making your head hurt.
Your smirk fell off your face. Derek gripped your arm a little tighter, and you didnât have to look to know he had a shit eating grin.
âOkay, Rossi. Iâm taking you home, youâre in no condition to driveâ Garcia says with a giggle. The rest of their bickering drowns out as you swear the cloudy night sky laughed down at you as you got closer to the car.
The little shit even opened the car door for you. A beat of silence, and then he turned to you with a smug look.
âYes?â You say with a small voice, refusing to meet his eye. âA deals a dealâ he sing songs, walking two of his fingers up your knee.
You felt a twitch of interest. âWait youâre not talking aboutâŚright here?â You whispered the last part.
âMmmmhmmmâ he says, his fingers trailing dangerously close to the inside of your thigh. âDerek, the rest of the team is still hereâ, you say, glancing over to the giggling bunch hanging out by JJâs car.
His lips graze yours. âIâll just have to keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet thenâ he whispers. You would never admit this out loud, but you let out a pathetic whimper into the kiss.
He pushes his hot tongue into your eager mouth, and you find yourself easily submitting to the other man. He blindly reached around you and slowly lowers it all the way.
âYou better have your boxers off and ass up as soon as I join you in the back seatâ he says, his voice gruff.
You are quick to scramble into the back seat, and practically threw both your pants and underwear off, sticking your ass in the air, cock standing hard and at attention between your legs.
You hear a dark chuckle behind you, and a light smack on your ass before his chest pressed against your back.
âSo eager already? Iâve barely done anything and youâre practically dripping onto the seatsâ he comments. You were so glad that his car had tinted windows.
Without warning, you felt his finger tips circle your hole, and you failed to suppress a moan. He tutted at that, dipping his fingers in just a little bit. âYou donât want the team to know how much of a slut you are, do you? I guess Iâll just have to keep that mouth of yours occupiedâ.
You stuffed your face into the seat and whimpered, pushing your ass towards his fingers. He tapped at your cheek, and you lifted your face up only for him to push three fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet.
At the same time, he pressed two fingers easily into your ass. You let out a moan against his fingers. âWow, you already stretched yourself? You were hoping to lose the betâ he darkly chuckles, stroking at your prostate.
You whined and pushed your ass back further, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. He pulled out at that, causing you to whimper.
âI get to have my way with you, remember?â He whispers against your ear, pressing three fingers into your ass.
You never wanted anything more. You wanted him to use you, have his way. But you couldnât tell him because of his fingers still in your mouth.
He started a rough pace, stroking your prostate every now and then. You were ashamed to say that you were already on the brink of orgasm, just from his touches and dirty words. He knew this by the way you were clenching your stomach.
Just as you were about to cum, he pinches at the head of your cock. You cried out against his fingers as you had a dry orgasm.
âNot yetâ he chuckles, pulling out his fingers. You almost wanted to scream, but let out a shout as he suddenly started to press into your ass.
He strokes your side as an apology, and then fully seats. He gives you a moment to adjust, and then when you started wiggling your hips, he started to plow into you, causing the car to shake.
You were drooling everywhere, his fingers sometimes hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag.
You already felt another orgasm coming on, and hoped that he would let you cum this time. He seemed to be close himself. He started to let out an occasional groan, and when he got loud, he was close.
Suddenly, he brought his hand down to your cock, stroking it harshly, causing you to let out a shout and push you over the edge.
He pressed his cock impossibly deeper into you, and came as well, pausing his thrusts. He released your mouth, and pulled out.
You collapsed into the seat, and allied him to turn you over. âYou did so goodâ he whispered, plastering kisses all over your face.
You smiled at that, clearly fucked out. âLetâs head home and get you cleaned upâ he says.
MeanwhileâŚ
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Spencer, JJ, and Emily sat there with their jaws to the floor, watching the car shake. ââA gentlemen never tellsâ my assâ Emily says. JJ lets out a loud laugh at that.
âThis is the worst dayâ Spencer groans, rubbing at his eyes. âYouâll liveâ JJ says. âI canât wait to rub it in tomorrowâ Emily says.
âAnd I havenât forgotten. You all owe me twenty bucksâ Emily says, laughing maniacally as the other two handed her the money.
âI just thought they would have decencyâ Spencer pouted. âYeah rightâ Emily says. The two women had a laugh while Spencer stood there, mortified. Oops.
Guys I mightâve gotten a little too silly with this prompt
â ď¸DISCLAIMERâ ď¸: BLOOD, VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING, DEREALIZATION, TRAUMA, KNIVES, MORE HURT THAN COMFORT, TORTURE. IF THESE ARE SENSITIVE TOPICS, PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED.
Prompt 1. âI donât know what Iâm going to do without youâ
Desc: One by one, Scratch has been picking off on the team. Itâs your turn.
Your day started out pretty normal. The team was debriefed by Garcia of a mass robbery case. Four banks had already been hit, with hostages, some dead, some unharmed.
You each divided up in a van. You were paired with Prentiss and Hotch. You were extremely intimidated by them, and harboring unprofessional feelings for the latter.
You never planned on making a move on him. He had mentioned not even agreeing with workplace romance. That crushed you, but you pretended it was just a fun little crush. It was easier that way.
Even though the manâs exterior was as hard as stone, you knew he had a soft spot for those he loved. He would do almost anything for anyone on the team.
You just wished you could be closer to him. You both already obtained an acquaintance type relationship. You guessed that could be enough for now.
Your train of thought was interrupted by a sudden audible popping noise. The car veered off to the right, slamming you hard against the window.
The car toppled over, and you knocked your head hard against the roof of the car. All you could hear was the intense ringing of your ears, and saw a figure heading towards Prentiss, who was knocked out.
âNoâŚPrentissâ you gasped out, trying to crawl your way towards her, but your seatbelt kept you in place.
Gas mask in hand, the figure suddenly stopped right in front of her. He slowly turned towards you, and gave a terrifying smile. One that would haunt you for the rest of your life.
You felt your heart drop as he instead approached you, and before you lost consciousness, you felt yourself shout a garbled mix of their names.
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Hotch felt someone roughly shaking his shoulders, and he startled, sitting up. He squinted his eyes at the blurry figure in front of him, but he knew by his voice that it was Rossi.
âGod, Aaron. I thought you were dead for a secondâ Rossi says, helping him out of the car. He took a moment to look around. Everyone seemed fine, with maybe a few wounds.
The more he looked around, the deeper the pit in his stomach grew. He ran back to the car, looking into the passenger seat. You were gone.
He didnât even hear Garciaâs frantic questions in his earpiece as suddenly, everyoneâs voice was garbled. He couldnât breathe. How could he let you get kidnapped? He was right fucking there.
âWeâll find himâ He heard Morganâs reassurance, though it sounded like it was more for himself.
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You were awake before you opened your eyes. You knew your surroundings were new, and could hear a loud fan. With a subtle shuffle, you were restrained. Your eyes flew open when you felt an intense pressure staring back at you.
âAgent L/Nâ, Mr. Scratch said with a demented smile. Fuck. Your head fell back against the headrest, defeated.
âGiving up already? Very unlike youâ he says in a cheery tone, hooking up a monitor to a camera. You felt a bead of sweat run down your forehead.
âJust tell me what you wantâ you groan, knowing that no matter how much you plea, he was just going to keep playing games.
âStraight to the point? Hmm⌠no!â He replied, turning on the camera. You tried to focus hard on what the output was, and you almost let a sob out.
It went out to Garciaâs office.
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âGuys! I have a signal- oh godâŚ.â Garcia said, letting a gasp out at what she was seeing. âWhatâs going on?â Prentiss asked. Suddenly, a livestream was appearing on everyoneâs phones.
It was you. Scratch had you. Hotch let out a curse. He knew that he was what he wanted, so why did he take you out of the car?
You were laid out on a table, limbs stretched like you were restrained, but there was no visible thing holding you to the table.
Scratch approached you with a knife, laughing at the look of fear in your eyes.
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âWho knew that I could break the infamous Agent L/N so fast? How patheticâ he said, applying pressure to your skin with the knife, but not enough to make any damage.
âYou havenât even told me what it is that you wantâ you whisper, keeping your eyes focused on the ceiling, a trick JJ had taught you to keep calm in situations like these.
He leaned in close to your ear. âI want you to sufferâ. As soon as he finished his sentence, he dug in the knife and swiped it across your bicep, laughing manically at the scream you let out.
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The whole team stood there shell shocked. Your screams made Hotchâs ears ring louder. You shouted like you had been harmed, but nothing was happening to you.
Scratch was just simply resting the knife on your chest, watching with a smile as your screams of pain intensified. He had to do something.
âWe canât just sit here and fucking watch. Garcia, can you trace the ip?â Hotch spits. âAlready did, sir. Itâs bouncing off quite a few cell towersâ.
âSend me the map of all the cell towersâ Hotch demands, and the whole team was notified as soon as it was done.
âObviously, he wants us to find him. The cell towers all point to the same placeâ Reid comments. âHe must have something bigger plannedâ Luke continues.
Without skipping a beat, the team was on their way. Hotch just hoped that they wouldnât be too late.
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When you woke up again, you suppressed a groan. You mustâve passed out from the pain. Scratch was no where to be seen.
You tugged as hard as you could on the restraints, but they refused to budge. You looked to your left, and noticed a knife on the table. The same knife that was used on you.
Only, the knife was clean, like it had never been used before. You leaned your torso over as much as you could, and grabbed the knife with your teeth.
You flung it towards your hand with your mouth, and grasped it, painfully bending it to begin to sever the restraints, only to yell in pain at a sudden burning sensation being spread across your wrist.
What the fuck?
You looked up, and saw that the restraints were still on, with no sign of blood. Yet, you could feel it trickling down your wrist.
It clicked then. It wasnât fucking real. Suddenly after your realization, you could move your arms and legs, and sat up.
Fear spread throughout your chest. How much of this was real? The building, the camera, literally anything could be fake.
Knife in hand, you proceeded into the hallway, careful not to make a sound. It looked like you were in some sort of warehouse.
Suddenly, you were wrapped in a suffocating embrace, and you let out a shout. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â Scratch whispered against your ear.
You drove the knife backwards with as much force as you could, it landing in his leg. At that moment, was when Hotch and JJ barged in, guns in hand.
âItâs overâ JJ announced, finger on the trigger. Scratch laughed at that, but before he could lunge forward to regain control over you, he felt a bullet to the back of his shoulder.
Luke and Reid appeared behind him. Luke was quick to pounce on him and put him in cuffs.
JJ moved towards you, but you backed up, afraid that you were still tied up in the warehouse imagining this happening.
âL/N?â
âWhat did you tell me when I returned from vacation?â You questioned, backing up more and more.
âI told you that Henry missed youâ she replied, instantly hugging you back the minute you launched yourself into her arms.
You sobbed into her shoulder ânone of it was realâ you cried. âIt was real to youâ she replies, rubbing your back.
You let go of her, and moved to Hotch, clinging onto him. You saw the guilty look on his face. As soon as you pulled back, his lips were on yours.
You stumbled a bit out of surprise, but kissed him back with equal intensity, gripping onto his vest.
âIâm so sorryâ he whispers, both his hands on your cheeks. âItâs not anyoneâs faultâ You whispered back.
âI donât know what Iâm going to do without youâ he admits, pulling you back into his embrace. âI hope youâll never have to knowâ you said, hugging him back.
When you got to the ambulance, you found out that the cuts on your biceps were in fact, not real. The only bandage you had on was wrapped around your wrist.
âDamnâ You said to yourself, rubbing at your chest. It was then that Garcia suddenly launched herself at you.
âGarcia? When did you get here?â You asked, returning her embrace. She just looked at you with a sob. She tried to piece her words together, but it came out a garbled mess. You let her cry into your neck.
Everyone has their own way of saying they were glad you were okay. Rossi never left your side, Luke kept patting your shoulder, Reid lingered around you at all times, JJ and Prentiss constantly called you when you got home, and Hotch never let you go home alone anymore.
You were happy to say that you and Hotch began dating. He threw all of his previous biases out the window the moment he realized that he couldâve lost you.
At the moment, you were laying your head in his lap, trying your best not to fall asleep at the comforting motions of him playing with your hair.
You were on mandatory leave, and Hotch visited you when he could. Garcia stays at your apartment when he isnât there.
You were truly grateful for the whole team. You let a rare smile grace your lips as you fell asleep, and felt Hotch kiss your forehead before slipping off into sleep.
Reidâs PTSD and withdrawal is criminally minimized in the show so I wrote this. Takes place a while after he is kidnapped by Raphael & Tobias Hankel.
Desc: Spencer has a panic attack after witnessing a nurse doing blood work on a victim. You comfort him.
â ď¸DISCLAIMERâ ď¸: PTSD, drugs, panic attacks, hurt comfort, descriptive, NEEDLES. IF THIS IS A SENSITIVE TOPIC, PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED.
Just as both of your backs hit the bed, both of your phones started ringing. You didnât have to look to know it was work.
You sighed, and quickly got up to leave. You were still dressed from returning from work. Spencer almost didnât seem bothered, if it wasnât for the bags under his eyes.
Even then, Spencer still happily rambled on about a new show the two of you had been watching. You didnât know where he got all of his energy from.
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Both you and Spencer were sent to the only victim alive. He was covered in slashes, the most brutal one across his chest. The cut looked smooth and precise until the end, where it jaggers off. Something mustâve caused the unsub to run off.
As you were questioning the man, you couldnât help but notice that Spencerâs mind was elsewhere. He was looking at the nurse prepare a needle for the man.
âSorry agents, I need to draw his blood really quickâ the nurse apologized, moving to quickly insert the needle into the manâs arm.
You noticed Spencerâs sharp inhale, and how he quickly exited the room, itching at his arm. Before you could say anything, he had bolted to the bathroom.
You felt fear spread throughout your chest. Was he using again? When you started to follow him, an alarm started blaring. You whipped around, and saw that the victim was gone.
You questioned how he even got taken right under your nose, and Spencer had slipped your mind.
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The unsub had been caught with the victim alive, and you were finally home. No matter how much you tried to reach Spencer, something or someone was always pulling you away. You finally had your chance.
He has been quiet the whole ride home. It was unusual. The silence was almost suffocating. âSpence?â âYeah?â. You swallowed thickly before continuing.
âAre you alright? You disappeared after we talked to the victimâ. He kind of went dead silent, staring into the empty space ahead of him, beginning to scratch at his arm again.
âHey. Spence. Spencerâ you urged, gently grasping his hands. You sat him down on the bed and joined him.
âTalk to meâ you whispered. His watery eyes refused to look into yours. âNo matter what I do..I just canât escape Raphael. I see him in my sleep. Every waking second, I feel the needle in my armâ he whispers so quietly you have to lean in to hear him.
âI know what youâre thinkingâŚno Iâm not using again. I threw them out a long time agoâ. Honestly, you didnât know what to say. Spencer didnât expect you to.
You lay down and let Spencer position himself how he wants to. He chooses to lay his head on your chest, tightly grasping your hand.
Your other hand cards through his hair as he sobs into your shirt. âI should be over it by nowâ he voices, frustration clear in his tone.
âHey. None of thatâ you whisper, holding him closer. Eventually, his sobs trail off, and his breath evens.
Usually, he would wake up in a sweat, shouting, or in tears. Tonight was one of the first nights in a while that he slept peacefully. You hoped that these days would increase.
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You can definitely request prompts that arenât on the list but sometimes it can be hard to come up with an ask lol. Just a short list, I may add more as I come up with them
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Dragon ball
1. âI donât know what Iâm going to do without youâ
2. âWe have to be quietâ
3. âAre you jealous?â
4. âPlease donât leave meâ
5. âI love youâ
6. âShut up and dance with meâ
7. âDonât ever do that againâ
8. âMarry me?â
9. âJust touch meâ
10. âI need youâ
11. âYouâd never understandâ
12. âI canât even look at you anymoreâ
13. âCan we just stay in bed?â
14. âCan you please come and get me?â
15. âStay for meâ
16. âIs it weird that was a total turn on?â
17. âCould you warm me up?â
18. âIf I kiss you right now, I wonât be able to stopâ
