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[delulu-hours]

Together {5}

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Latina!reader

Summary: You had a big surprise for him. So when you and Derek go and visit his mother for her birthday, you figured it would be the best way to tell them. To tell his family; however, things don't go as planned when Derek gets arrested. Memories flood the both of you as you figured out how to fight this nightmare together

Warning: Mention of sexual assault and abuse

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It had been a little over a month since six weeks had passed, and you were now halfway through your pregnancy. You found yourself sitting comfortably on the couch, eagerly awaiting your boyfriend's return. Engrossed in a book, a sudden thud from outside startled you, causing your eyes to dart towards the door. Voices from the outside caught your attention, prompting you to rise to your feet. Carefully peering through the blinds, you realized it was just your friendly neighbors from across the street, instantly putting your mind at ease. As you rubbed your small baby bump, a sigh of relief escaped your lips. Even though the situation in Chicago had been resolved, you couldn't help but notice how Derek had picked up on your occasional restlessness and uneasiness. He never pressed you to talk about it, but instead, he always found ways to comfort you and make you feel safe in his presence. Glancing at the time, you couldn't help but feel a slight frown forming on your face, wondering when Derek would be back home. Your eyes drifted over to the book resting on the couch, tempting you to continue reading, but with the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears, you knew it would be difficult to concentrate. So, you decided to walk over to the kitchen island and grabbed a stack of envelopes from the counter. As you sifted through, you immediately set aside the ones addressed to Derek, quickly browsing through the rest for any bills. However, one particular piece of mail caught your attention. It felt slightly heavier in your hands, and as you searched for a return address, you furrowed your brows when you realized there wasn't one. Your stomach churned with unease, deepening the frown on your lips. 

With equal measures of caution and curiosity, you gently unfolded the envelope and discovered a card inside. Your head tilted in confusion as you observed the cute image of a panda holding a red balloon on the back. Printed over the top were the words I miss you. Although a sense of unease washed over you, your curiosity got the better of you and you couldn't resist opening the card. Grasping the card, you inhaled slightly, a subtle sign of anticipation, before your gaze landed on the handwritten message in bold red ink:

You had no clue how long I’ve been looking for you. I can’t wait until we finally meet again. 

As you sat there, your heart pounding in your chest, you couldn't help but notice the familiar cursive font that spelled out Mom in big red letters. Feeling a wave of warmth wash over you, you hurriedly stuffed the card back into its envelope before making your way to your room in a bit of a frenzy. Your mind racing, you searched high and low for your phone, desperate to make a call. Without a second thought, you dialed the number and brought the phone up to your ear, your hands trembling slightly.

“Hello?” The strong Spanish accent was on the other end. 

“Nicolás,” Your eyes darted towards the door, “Ella me encontró. (She found me)”

“¿Estas segura? (Are you sure)” You closed your eyes as you sat on the bed. 

“Creo que sí. (I think so)” 

~~~~~~~~~

Derek sat at the table, absentmindedly stirring his coffee with a frown on his face. Lately, he couldn't help but notice the fear in your eyes that had been haunting you for the past week. Concern for you had been growing steadily. The nightmares seemed to be getting worse, to the point where you were afraid to go to sleep. Although you may have thought he was unaware, Derek felt the bed shift whenever you tried to discreetly distance yourself from him in the early hours of the morning. He also noticed your heightened paranoia, constantly on edge and looking over your shoulder. Whenever someone called your name, he observed how you would tense up next to him, only to relax when you realize who it was. Derek patiently waited, hoping that you would confide in him and tell him what was happening. He had thought that since Chicago, you would open up about whatever had been troubling you. His mom had mentioned how you struggled with sleep during the two days he was held at the CPD. She had even recalled having to wake you up once when you were pleading and crying in your sleep. "I'm heading out early," Derek abruptly announced, quickly gathering his belongings. Ignoring any potential questions from his team, he hastily exited the building and pulled out his phone. Panic washed over him as he attempted to reach you multiple times, only to be met with voicemail each time. With a growing sense of worry, he raced home. 

When he arrived at the house, he noticed a box on the front steps and couldn't help but wonder if it was something you had ordered. The box had your name beautifully written in cursive on it, adding a touch of elegance. As he held the box in his hand, he pulled out the keys to open the door, excited to share this little surprise with you. Once inside, he could faintly hear the sound of your voice, engaged in a lively Spanish conversation that reached his ears. Although he couldn't understand the specifics, he caught snippets of your words, which made him smile. As he made his way through the house, he didn't spot you right away, but he knew he needed to locate the source of that enchanting voice. With a sense of curiosity, he followed your voice, eventually finding himself in the peaceful and serene nursery room, where the colors were still up in the air, waiting to be decided together. “¿Cómo pasó esto? Habíamos tenido cuidado. (How did this happen? We had been careful.)” He watched as you ran your fingers through your hair. “Ella me ha estado enviando más cosas. Fotos e incluso algunos regalos. No, no se lo he dicho. No quiero agregarle más estrés.(She has been sending me things. Photos and some gifts. No, no I haven’t told him. I don’t want to add more stress.)” You had turned around and flinched at the sight of your boyfriend behind you. A hand placed over your chest, a clear sign for him that you hadn’t heard him come in. “Te llamaré más tarde. (I’ll call you later)” He knew that sentence. He heard it plenty of time to know that you were going to call whoever was on the other end back. “You’re off early.” You smiled as you moved to give him a hug. Derek didn’t say anything as he noticed the smile never reached your eyes. 

“I finished early.” He lied, not knowing how to go on about this.

“I was looking at colors.” You pulled him with you to the kitchen counter where a color book laid open. “I was thinking of either this dark purple accent and having the furniture be an earth tone or tavern color. Or we could do a dark blue-green color or black for the walls.” You showed him the three colors you were thinking about. Derek took the strips from your hand but he wasn’t fully engaged in the conversation. He wanted to ask you who you were talking with. As you kept going on the colors, your eyes drifted to the box that laid on the floor. You stopped talking and walked over to it. No returning address, just that haunting cursive handwriting. 

“What did you order?” Derek watched as you slightly tensed up. Your fingers gripped the box. “Mama?” He called out again, taking a step towards you. When you didn’t answer him, he touched your back. “What is it?” As you made your way past him, you remained silent. Your actions betrayed your sense of urgency as you hastily reached for a pair of scissors and eagerly opened the box. Upon peering inside, you discovered more baby items and photographs. The sight filled you with an undeniable rage, causing you to impulsively toss the items over the counter. Derek looked surprised by your outburst, but quickly came to your side when you let out a scream. He rushed over, pulled you into a comforting hug, and you couldn't hold back the flood of emotions anymore. Tears streamed down your face as you clung onto him, seeking solace. Your legs failed you, and Derek gracefully lifted you up, ensuring your safety as he carried you down. “Baby,” He kissed the top of your head. His heart ached hearing you like this. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.” You shook your head. You had been trying to figure out how to hide from your problems and it just seemed like the past you ran away from came back at the worst time. “Hey, look at me.” He gently pulled you back and cradled your face in his hands, forcing you to look up at him. “Whatever this is. We’ll go through this together.” As he looked into your eyes, he noticed the exhaustion and fear reflected on your face. The tears streaming down your cheeks revealed just how weary and overwhelmed you felt.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered and he frowned. “I tried to fix it myself.” 

~~~~~~~~~

Derek looked at the cards, photos, and gifts that laid out in front of him. You pulled out everything you had gotten. Your leg bounced as you worked up the courage to speak. “My brother is coming today.” He snapped his gaze at you. He was surprised to hear that you had a brother. He felt the corner of his lips tug a bit but he fought the frown. 

“I didn’t know you had a brother, baby.” He reached out and placed a hand on your leg, in an attempt to calm you down. “You never mentioned your family so I just assumed they passed away.” You couldn't help but hold his gaze for a moment, before your eyes shifted to the hand resting on your leg. It made you feel a pang of guilt. You hadn't really opened up about your family and how they played a role in helping you escape your past. Especially your brother, who was always there to take care of you and lend a helping hand.

“I,” You stopped. How were you supposed to tell him that you and your brother had been on the run from your mother? After your dad went to prison, your brother took you and you both vanished. No contact with your mother’s side of the family. Your dad’s family was in Mexico so you guys barely even talk to them in general. Or the fact that your brother was going to be arriving any second. “I was fifteen when my dad got sentenced to fifteen years for second-degree murder.” You felt the lump form in your throat as you recalled the night your dad found out what your mom’s brother, your uncle, had been doing to you. 

“Murder?” Derek was surprised the least to say. He was worried that maybe it was your dad sending you all the mail, but before he could as you continued. 

“He killed my mom’s brother.” Your eyebrows knitted together and a small frown pulled at your lips. Derek could see the slight quiver on your lips as he watched you take in a shaky breath. “The man who had been sexually assaulting me since I was eight.” Derek took in a sharp breath. “At first it was just the small touches and uncomfortable comments when my parents weren’t around but when I turned eight he started to touch me.” You lifted your right shoulder as you rubbed your cheek against it. The tears burned your eyes as you fought to not let them fall. “It was during this time when I started to wet the bed again and my mom would always blame me. I tried to tell her that it wasn’t my fault but she didn’t care. She would beat me, trying to install the fact that I wasn’t supposed to wet the bed. When my dad would come home to see it happening, they would get into huge fights. It had gotten to the point that my mom would send me to my uncle who lived a couple blocks from us. I would try to beg them not to let me go but my mom wouldn’t listen and my dad didn’t want me to hear them fight.” As you dug your nails in between the skin of your thumb and index finger, Derek couldn't help but feel a knot forming in his stomach. He knew all too well where this was heading, and it truly saddened him. It was frustrating to think that you had been going through all of this for seven long years. 

“Take your time.” He reassured you by moving his hand to your arm and rubbing it. 

“My brother was off to college during this whole ordeal so he didn’t know how bad it had gotten after he left.” A tear rolled down your cheek and you were quick to wipe it. “Things between my mom and dad got back to the point where my mom was beating me whenever and always blamed me for ruining the relationship they had. Dad would work longer shifts to avoid my mom and when it got really bad at home, he would take me to my mom’s brother’s.” You wanted to throw up just thinking about the things he did to you. The way his eyes roamed your body or the way he would claim that you were special. “He-” You didn’t finish your sentence as the doorbell rang and you jumped out of your seat. Derek watched as you moved closer to him, wide eyes on the door before a knock followed.

“Y/n?” A male voice with a strong accent called out before knocking again. Without hesitation, you quickly moved towards the door and opened it, with Derek closely following behind, ready to assist you in any way you needed. As the door swung open, a wave of relief washed over you, and you couldn't help but embrace the man with gratitude. He warmly returned your hug and began asking questions in Spanish, to which you responded with nods or shakes of your head. Holding onto you tightly, he comforted you with gentle back rubs. Observing the man's features, Derek noticed the striking resemblance between you, with both of you sharing the same nose and lips. Despite his eyes being more green, Derek could see the same affectionate warmth reflected in your eyes. There was no doubt in Derek's mind that this man was indeed the brother you had mentioned. Stepping back from the hug, your brother glanced at Derek before warmly extending a hand. “You must be infamous Derek Morgan.” Derek felt as if meeting your brother in a different condition, he would have welcomed him with a smile and open arms. Instead he clamped his hand over your brothers. “Nicolás.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” In that moment, Derek couldn't help but notice the hint of caution in your brother's actions. His gaze flickered anxiously, attentively scanning the streets and every passerby before finally stepping inside the sanctuary of your home. You closed the door behind him and locked it before wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace, whispering heartfelt words of gratitude in Spanish. 

“I wish we could have met in different conditions.” Derek took in the Spanish accent in your brother’s voice, reminding him of yours when you first met even though it wasn’t as strong. “I’m sure my sister has begun to explain to you what is going on.” You shifted in your spot.

“We were getting to that part.” Your voice was soft and your brother raised an eyebrow at you. There was a gentle understanding between you, an unspoken acknowledgement of the difficulty that lay ahead in recounting what had transpired. But it was a story you had to tell. No one would be able to explain it better than you who knew what had happened. Even your brother, despite his close connection, isn't privy to the full account, aware of the difficulty you've faced in confiding in him. "Sit.” You gestured towards the couch and indicated your brother's shoes. He promptly took them off without needing to be asked and followed you to the seating area. Once you were all settled, with Derek and your brother on either side of you, you resumed your story from where you had left off. As you recounted every detail, your brother had to avert his gaze in an effort to hold back tears. It deeply affected him to know that he had left you in that terrible situation and couldn't protect you, and he regretted running away without returning for you.

On the other hand, Derek did his utmost to support you, maintaining a concerned expression. He concealed the anger burning in his eyes as he listened to how that man had violated you, taking advantage of your vulnerability. When you had reached out to your mom for help, she dismissively brushed you off. Deep down, Derek longed to tear that man apart but he was grateful that your father had intervened and put an end to it. He understood your dad's actions and didn't blame him, as he believed he would have done the same. As you finished recounting your ordeal, you had several moments where you almost shut down and started hyperventilating. Derek gently guided you through it, reassuring you that there was no rush and that he was here for you. He promised that together, you would overcome this. “We’re gonna fix this.” Derek told you as he tucked you into his side. “The team will help and we are going to do everything in our power to stop this. And I’m not gonna stop until you feel like you and our baby girl are safe.” You felt thankful for Derek. Thankful that he knew how to comfort you and make you feel safe. 

~~~~~~~~~

When Derek walked into the office, the team could sense that something was on his mind by the serious expression etched on his face and how you held onto him. It didn't take them long to realize that whatever it was, it involved you and the man following behind. This became even more apparent when he asked for the day off. The team observed him speaking with Hotch, his movements sharp and tense. Ried watched your interaction with the unfamiliar man as he listened to your conversation, although he couldn't understand it since both of you were speaking in Spanish. He carefully took note of your facial expressions, realizing that you seemed just as, if not more, concerned than when they went to Chicago for Derek. When Hotch approached, he reassured you that they would start working on resolving the issue. He felt the need to let you know that everything would be okay, and he observed how you visibly relaxed upon hearing his words. The rest of the team didn't require any explanation as they followed Derek to the conference room. Before leaving, Derek planted a quick kiss on your head, leaving you with your brother as you patiently waited for their return. “Te ama. (he loves you)” You looked at your brother, a hand resting on your belly. “I see it in his eyes.”

“I love him too.” You told him honestly. Through the pregnancy and now this, your love for Derek grew more than you thought it could. “He is the best thing that could have happened to me, hermano. (brother)” Your brother placed a hand on your shoulder and kissed your forehead.

“Yo no eres mi hermanita llorna. (You’re no longer my crybaby sister)” He teased as he gave you a friendly smile. It had been eight long years since you had last seen your brother, and although it saddened you to reconnect under these circumstances, you were grateful for his presence and support. Since you left at the age of 20, your only form of communication with him had been through phone calls. As a tired yawn escaped your lips, your brother gently shook his head. Derek had mentioned that you hadn't been getting enough sleep, and he could only imagine the reason behind it. It was likely that the nightmares had resurfaced, and he understood just how distressing they could be. “Take a nap.” He gently patted the desk, indicating that he understood it wasn't the most comfortable place to rest, but you didn't feel the need to protest. Without hesitation, you laid your head down, arms crossed underneath, and peacefully closed your eyes. It didn't take long before your brother kindly noticed your slumber. He gently placed a warm hand on your arm, occasionally giving it comforting rubs to ensure you had a more restful sleep.

When Derek finally returned, you had been peacefully sleeping for a good 40 minutes. With a quick glance at you, he handed Garcia the box containing everything we needed. Garcia wasted no time in rushing back to the conference room. As for Derek, Hotch had instructed him to take you back home. In fact, he even gave me a few additional days off, recognizing that you would need him more than ever. Derek gazed at your sleeping form, not wanting to disturb your rest. So, he gently adjusted your head to rest upon his shoulder. With great care, he then lifted you into his embrace, ensuring your comfort as you shifted slightly without waking. Nicolás kindly followed us, making sure to press the elevator button. He figured it would be best to wait until we were back at the house before asking Derek about our next steps.ured he could wait until you guys got back to the house to ask Derek what was going to happen.

~~~~~~~~~

Three days had passed, and the tone of the letters grew increasingly unpleasant. There was a clear animosity directed towards Derek, with his face marked off in the accompanying photos. It was apparent that she was angry as she expressed her frustrations. She blamed you and your brother for causing the ruin of everything. The situation became more menacing, leaving you apprehensive about what she might do next. Your brother took immediate action, contacting his colleagues and diligently working on his laptop to resolve the matter. He remained by your side until we could ensure everything was safe. Additionally, a police officer was assigned to patrol the area and provide you with constant support. "I hate this." As I glanced at the semi-painted room, I couldn't help but let out a little mutter to myself. Derek had been so kind to lend a hand, and together we had settled on the idea of a cozy dark purple for the walls. In the midst of it all, my brother had insisted on joining in to assist with the dresser. His presence and eagerness to help really gave us the boost we needed to make some headway.. 

"I know." He didn't even glance up at you as he kept his focus on the dresser. "They'll get her." You knew they would but when. You wanted this to be over. To go back to live without the constant fever of looking over your shoulder. 

"I'm gonna go get some water." You pushed the box of diapers away and got up from the rocking chair. "Do you want some?" As you were leaving, your brother quietly mumbled sí to himself. In the kitchen, you casually picked up two glass cups and went to the fridge for some ice to add to one of them. Lost in thought, you were completely unaware of the person standing near the door, observing you quietly. It wasn't until you turned around and caught sight of them that a wave of alarm washed over you. In that moment, the cups slipped from your grasp and shattered on the floor, although the sound seemed distant as you noticed blood on the person's hands and the nearby knife. You felt an overwhelming urge to scream or say something, yet you found yourself frozen and unable to utter a word. As your brother hurried over, calling your name anxiously, he too froze when he saw the unsettling scene. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the terrifying sight before you, fearing the unknown. 

"What are you doing here?" Your brother asked. TThe touch of the chilled water enveloping your feet served as a poignant awakening, a stark reminder that this was no figment of the imagination. It was real, all too real. As the corners of their lips curl into a sinister grin, an inexplicable shiver cascades down your spine, causing an eerie sensation to settle deep within the core of your being. A horrid feeling creeps into the depths of your gut, intensifying the gravity of the situation. 

She was in front of you. 

She was here.

"I came to see my kids." Her voice sounded muffled in your ears as a ringing grew. "To see my grandkid." Her eyes drifted to your visible bump and you were quick to place a hand over it in an attempt to shield it from her gaze. "Pero están tratando de mantenerte lejos de mí. (But they're trying to keep you away from me.)" She took a step closer and you backed up. "Ese hombre horrible. (That horrible man.)" Her face twisted into a nasty frown. "No te preocupes, Mami está aquí para salvarte. (Don't worry, mommy is here to save you.)" She raised the blood knife up.

"Stay away." As your hand instinctively grabbed onto one of the drawers, a rush of emotions surged through you. The sound of Derek's voice echoed in your mind, reminding you that there was always a concealed gun hidden here, a means to protect yourself. She shook her head at you before taking another step and you were quick to pull the drawer open. A cool sensation brushed against your trembling hand as you grasped the metal object, the weight of it empowering you in that moment. With a mix of fear and determination, you raised the weapon and directed it towards her, your mouth tightly clenched, willing yourself to stay strong. "Stay away!" You didn't know how she managed to get in but you didn't want her closer. Your grip tightened around the quivering gun, desperately attempting to steady it with both hands. In the midst of the chaos, her laughter erupted into the air, echoing with a touch of hysteria as her head arched backward ever so slightly.

"You can't shoot me." She couldn't help but mock you, a subtle smirk dancing on her lips as she rolled her head to the side. Meeting your gaze with a distinct taunting glint in her eyes, she dared you to challenge her. "You're too weak to harm me. Besides, you can't kill the women who birthed you. It's not how I raised you." In that moment, a surge of overwhelming emotion threatened to consume you. Your every instinct screamed at you to let out the pent-up frustration and anger. You longed to confront her, to show her that you were capable of unleashing that fury upon her. But alas, as you stood there, trembling with a mix of determination and fear, your voice betrayed you. Despite the rising tremors in your body, she continued to move forward. Every step she took only fueled your desire to protect, to defend. And then, your brother, sensing the imminent danger, swift and agile as ever, sprang into action. With lightning speed, he lunged towards her, attempting to intercept the menacing knife. Yet, she  managed to evade him. Time seemed to grind to a halt as you watched in horror. You could almost feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as your brother made another valiant attempt to grab hold of her, desperate to avert the impending tragedy. But fate had a different plan in store. Without a moment's hesitation, she mercilessly thrust the knife into his torso.

"Why are you making me do this?!" She cried out as she pulled the knife back. He gasped, his face contorted in agony, as he clutched his injured side, grappling to endure the searing pain. "You made me do this!" She pointed the blade at him with a fierce determination, as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. And then, without hesitation, she thrust it into his shoulder, an act that sent waves of agony through his body. The sheer intensity of his howl pierced through the air, and he stumbled backwards, crashing onto the unforgiving ground. A pool of crimson quickly formed around him. In that moment, fear gripped your heart, threatening to consume you whole. The question loomed in your minds like a haunting melody: what wouldn't she do? What lengths wouldn't she go to, to inflict harm upon you and your innocent unborn child? As she took one deliberate step after another, the desperation in her eyes only fueled their resolve to protect your baby and your brother. But your brother, wounded and weakened, summoned every ounce of strength he had left. He reached out, defiantly grasping at her leg, desperately pleading for mercy. Yet, she callously kicked him aside, her disdain echoing in her venomous words. It was then, in that pivotal moment, that you knew there was no turning back. Without a second thought, you summoned every ounce of courage within you. Your finger poised, lingering above the trigger of the weapon that lay in your trembling hand. 

The anticipation hung heavy in the air, breathing life into the resolute fire burning within your soul. And then, with unwavering determination, you pressed the trigger. The sound of the gunshot reverberated through the room. The recoil jolted through your body, a visceral reminder of the power you held in your hands. As you pulled the trigger once more, your aim steady and true, the bullet collided with her abdomen. The shock etched across her face, a vivid portrayal of her demise, before she crumpled helplessly to the ground. Time seemed to stand still as you surveyed the aftermath, the pooling blood serving as a grim reminder of the harsh reality that had unfolded before your eyes. For a fleeting moment, you were lost in the depths of your own thoughts, caught in the gravity of the situation. But your brother's voice snapped you back to reality, his urgent cries of your name calling you into action. With tears blurring your vision, you stumbled towards the phone, your trembling fingers dialing Derek's number. Each shaky breath caught in your throat as you struggled to form coherent words. Overwhelmed by emotion, your cries fell freely, staining the air with your anguish. And then, like a guardian angel, Derek burst through the door, his eyes filled with concern, clutching his own weapon tightly. His gaze fell upon the grisly scene, the blood splattered across the room, and he wasted no time in springing into action. With a sense of urgency, he rushed to your injured brother, his familiarity and expertise offering a glimmer of hope in this sea of chaos. Meanwhile, Emily, a steadfast presence amidst the turmoil, attended to the woman. At that moment, the rest of the team arrived. Reid seamlessly transitioned into Derek's place. And as Derek approached, leaving no distance between you, you found solace in his comforting presence, a beacon of light amidst the darkness.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly. He reached out to touch you but the blood on his hands stopped him.

"I didn't know what else to do." Your voice sounded different. Raspy and raw from the crying. The shock hadn't left you. "She stabbed him." He could see you shaking and it broke his heart. He should have been here with you.

"It's okay, baby." He pulled you to his chest. "She can't touch you now." He comforted, placing a kiss on your head.

~~~~~~~~~

You shuffled into the kitchen, a slight ache in your lower back reminding you that your due date was just one week away. The imminent arrival of your little one filled your heart with both excitement and a hint of anxiety. For the past four weeks, you had experienced the relentless Braxton Hicks contractions, some days catching you off guard and others testing your endurance. Today; however, was a blend of both sensations. The sleepless nights had taken their toll, thanks to the persistent Braxton Hicks and your baby's ceaseless movements. Seeking solace, you reached for the dates Penelope had recommended to induce labor. As you filled a bowl with these miraculous fruits, your fingers brushed against your favorite tea, a comforting presence in the midst of this late-night ritual. Leaning on the kitchen counter, you took a bite of a date, savoring its sweetness, while simultaneously turning the pages of the book you held in your other hand. Time seemed insignificant in the wee hours of the morning – there was no need to glance at the clock. It was always 3 a.m., the same time that had greeted you for the past four weeks, disrupting your sleep and creating a rhythm of its own.

As the final date disappeared into your mouth, a sudden rush of wetness spread across your legs, freezing you in place. Your gaze dropped to the water pooling at your feet, and in that instant, realization struck. Your water had broken. A sharp pang on your lower right side caused a hiss of pain to escape your lips as you grabbed some paper towels, instinctively trying to clean up the mess. Inhaling deeply through your nose, you called out for Derek, your voice carrying through the quiet apartment. It didn't require much volume; he would hear you. Tossing the damp paper towels in the trash, you made your way down the hallway with a sense of urgency. The need to change out of your now-drenched pants became paramount, as you couldn't bear the thought of walking around in such discomfort. "Derek," you called out again, this time allowing your voice to carry a touch more authority, watching as he jolted awake, responding to the urgency in your tone. 

“What’s wrong? Is the baby okay?” He pushed the blanket off of him and his eyes glanced at you. 

“My water broke.” Your back was faced towards him and you dug for some shorts and a new pair of underwear. 

“I’ll get the bags.” He was quick to move around the room. You didn’t say anything as you focused on changing and slipping on your sandals. It didn’t take Derek long to get you in the car as he drove off to the hospital. “How are you doing?” You worked on breathing evenly, trying to calm the beating of your heart that seemed to echo in your ears.

“I’m okay.” He gently reached over and took hold of your hand, providing you with comfort in that moment. As you leaned back in your seat, you instinctively squeezed his hand, finding solace in his presence. With closed eyes, you tried to remain calm despite the overwhelming fear swirling inside you. The thought of becoming a parent seemed daunting and uncertain. Derek, fully aware of the urgency of the situation, drove as swiftly as possible towards the hospital. Upon arrival, he wasted no time in rushing to your side of the car, eager to assist you. Walking together towards the entrance of the ER, Derek guided you, his support unwavering. Once inside, the diligent nurses promptly attended to your needs, ensuring you were taken care of with utmost care and efficiency. After that, the labor stretched on for what felt like an eternity, enduring five arduous hours filled with moments of both agony and anticipation. But the sheer bliss that enveloped your heart when you could finally cradle your precious little girl in your trembling arms. In that awe-inspiring moment, Derek could not contain his overwhelming emotions. Tears cascaded down his cheeks as he pressed a tender kiss upon your forehead, his voice trembling with profound admiration. He whispered words of sheer adoration, praising your strength and resilience, acknowledging the miraculous feat you had just accomplished. His devotion and admiration for you resonated in every word as he declared the boundless beauty of your baby girl, affirming the miracle that had graced your lives. 

She was born May 18th, 2007 at 8:30 in the morning. She weighed 5 pounds 9 ounces and was 17 inches. A healthy and beautiful baby girl.

Ximena Cassandra Morgan.

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[delulu-hours]

You make me happy

Pairing: Steve Mcgarrett x Latina!reader

Summary: Meeting your mom would be the last piece to complete the happiness you were currently feeling. You knew you mom was going to love Steve, even if he was worried about how the interaction would go. However, seeing it happen made you find a sense of comfort you needed.

As you lovingly placed a hand on your baby bump, Steve stayed close by, gently supporting you with a comforting touch on your lower back. In the midst of the bustling crowd, a hint of nervousness fluttered in your stomach as you eagerly searched for the two cherished faces, long absent from your life. "Mija!" As you heard the loving Spanish accent, you couldn't help but turn away from Steve and divert your attention towards the older woman. Her black hair, now showing hints of gray, framed her face in soft curls. With a sweet smile that brought back fond memories, she hurried over to you, followed closely by your brother, whose face was also beaming with happiness. With enthusiasm, she hurried towards you. Your brother effortlessly rolled the luggage behind him while your mother wasted no time in enveloping you in a warm embrace. You couldn't help but smile as her arms wrapped around your neck and she showered your face with kisses. As her lips touched your face, you couldn't help but scrunch your nose, knowing how much she had longed for this moment.

"Mama," You wrapped your arms around her, rubbing her back as you kissed her cheek. "¿Cómo estás? ¿Cómo estuvo tu vuelo? (how are you? how was your flight?)" As you shifted your gaze, a subtle movement at the edge of your vision captured your attention. Your eyes landed on your brother. To your surprise, he warmly embraced Steve, and you couldn't help but smile. It was evident that a unique bond existed between them, forged through their shared experiences as Navy SEALs.

"Estoy bien, chula. El vuelo no estuvo mal. (I'm fine, beautiful. The flight wasn't bad.)" She couldn't help but shift her gaze towards the bump between you, and gently placed her hand over it. A small smile formed on her face, and a glimmer of excitement sparkled in her eyes. Deep down, she was aware of your pregnancy, but witnessing it firsthand served as a gentle reminder of the beautiful reality unfolding before her. "¡Voy a ser abuela! (I'm gonna be a grandma!)" She gushed with excitement. "¡Mijo, ven mira! (Son, come look.)" As she guided your brother over, he playfully rolled his eyes, but there was a glimmer of excitement in his gaze as he quickly planted a kiss on your cheek.

"Hey, short stack." As your mom gently placed his hand over your baby bump, he gave you a warm greeting. His eyes briefly glanced down at his hand before meeting yours once again. "Five months, right?"

"Right." You placed a hand on his arm. Your brother knew how excited you were to have this baby. How life in Hawai'i was everything you wished and how his best man helped you adjust to life. You knew your brother wasn't happy about your relationship with Steve the first time he came to see your after a year and half of living here. In fact, he almost fought Steve when he saw you come outside in one of Steve's shirts that fitted you like a dress. It took a lot of convincing before your brother to warm up to the idea. "Mami," You reached out for your boyfriend. "I want to introduce to you my boyfriend." Your mom followed your gaze to the man who stood next to you. You watched as she took him in. "This is Steve Mcgarrett."

"Ma'am, it's an honor having you here." Steve held a hand out to her. Your mom-- on the other hand-- just pulled him into a hug that caught him off guard. You and your brother shared a laugh.

"¿Mija, cómo digo, es un placer conocerte? (daughter, how do i say it is nice to meet you?)" She pulled back from the hug as she looked at you. She moved her hands to grab him and Steve glanced over at you.

"Nice to meet you." You responded back. A thing about your mother was that she could understand English perfectly, her issue was speaking it. She struggled with certain works and she had a very thick accent when she spoke English. Something you did warn Steve about.

"Eh," She turned to look at him. "Nice to meet you," My brother and I gave each other a look. "Ehteben. (steven)" And then there it was. You smiled as you brother did his best not to laugh. Steve just smiled at your mom but you could see it in his eyes that he found her accent endearing. "¿Lo dije bien?" She looked over at you and your brother and you guys just nodded.

"This is for you." Steve placed the lei around your mom and she gasped. She commented on how the flowers were pretty and how he didn't have to. Steve just nodded but glanced over at you for help, unsure what your mom had said. You just mouthed thank you in which he replied with, "It's no issue at all."

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Your mom insisted on cooking and having the rest of Steve's team over. She was in the kitchen, your brother forced to help her since she refused to let you do anything. Steve sat next to you. His arm over your shoulder as you snuggled into his side. "Your mom makes me question if I even learned anything during the three years we've dated." You let out an amused snort.

"Mi Amado, (my beloved)" You moved a bit to look up at him. "You have to remember that when I speak Spanish to you, I don't speak it as fast. My mom speaks it with a natural flow that makes it seem fast for you." You placed a hand on his thigh. "Besides, you're learning and that's all that matters." He was going to say more but the door opened and in came the team. "Hello!" You pushed yourself up, using the support of Steve, and hugged each person. "I'm sorry that this was last minute, my mom was very insistent that she cook for you all today." Danny waved you off. "La familia no es sólo quienes son de tu sangre, sino son los que nunca nos abandonan." A quote your mom lived by.

"Family is not only those who are of your blood but are those who never leave us." You said again but this time in English.

"I love your mom already." Danny handed Steve a case of beer.

"Well let me go a head and introduce you guys to my mom and brother." You motioned for them to follow behind you. "Also, I hope you guys are ready to try authentic Mexican food and take gain a couple pounds in the process." You teased but actually meant the part of gaining some weight. You already knew your mom was going to feed them to the point where they might end up in a food coma. "Mami. Mateo." Your mom and brother turned around. "I would like you guys to meet the rest of the team." As you introduced them, you weren't surprised that they had remembered your brother Mateo. Your mom on the other hand made sure to greet them all with a hug and a kiss on each cheek. She also insisted that they call her mom. None of them argued with her as she did her best to talk to them.

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Just like that dinner was a hit. Everyone loved the food, Steve and a few others almost died on the salsa your mom made. You-- on the other hand-- didn't realize how much you had missed and craved her food. It had hit a spot and satisfied all the cravings you had. You sat out on the beach with everyone, your eyes looked around and landed on Steve who stood on the deck with your mom. Your eyes met, and he playfully winked at you, adding a delightful touch to the evening. Just as you were lost in that moment, Kono called out your name, capturing your attention once again.

Steve had gone in to get some more beers when your mom stopped him. "Mijo," Steve hummed in response as he looked at your mom. "Yo sé que no me vas entender, pero gracias por amar a mi hija. Por ser su roca y apoyo. Puedo ver en tus ojos la forma en que la amas tanto. (I know you won't understand me, but thank you for loving my daughter. For being your rock and support. I can see in your eyes the way you love her so much.)" She gently reached up and tenderly cupped his face, as Steve kindly bent his knees to make it more convenient for her. Confusion furrowed his brow as he struggled to comprehend every word she was saying. Despite the language barrier, he sensed an unmistakable warmth in her words. Tears welled up in her eyes, yet she continued to smile at him, displaying a tender expression in her gaze. "Puedo estar en paz sabiendo que ella está con un hombre que haría cualquier cosa por ella. Gracias. (I can be at peace knowing that she is with a man who would do anything for her. Thank you.)" He nodded, not knowing what else to do.

"Mami," Your voice caused Steve to glance at you. He could see your amusement as you neared. "¿Qué haces con mi novio? (What are you doing to my boyfriend?)" With a playful smirk in your voice, you stood by his side. Your mom affectionately planted a quick kiss on Steve's forehead before allowing him to stand tall. You affectionately placed an arm around him, looking at your mom. There was a happiness in her eyes, and you sensed that it was because she saw you at your happiest, especially since your dad passed away a decade ago.

"Nada, mija. (Nothing, daughter)" She grabbed your free hand in one of hers and took Steve's in her other one before bring them both together. "Estoy muy feliz por ti y agradecida. Agradecida de que me hayas bendecido con la oportunidad de ser abuela. (I am just happy for you and grateful. Grateful that you have given me this opputonity to be a grandma.)" She kisses the back of both your hands as she holds it with such care. "Le pido a dios que te mantenga en buenas manos y te bendiga con lo mejor. (I pray to God that he keeps you in good hands and blesses you with the best.)" You smiled softly at her, the stinging sensation of tears in your eyes as you tried your best not to cry.

"Gracias Mami. (thank you mom)" As you leaned in to kiss her cheek, she graced you with a final smile before joining the rest of the group. Your gaze shifted upward towards Steve, who gently brushed your cheeks. In that moment, tears had already welled up and begun to trickle down from your eyes.

"What she say?" He asked softly as you hugged him. You chin resting on his chest as you look up at him.

"She is thankful that you knocked me up." You playfully teased, eliciting a gentle chuckle from Steve that reverberated warmly in his chest. Affectionately, he brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear, and then tenderly rested his hand underneath it. "But she is glad that she knowns I am in good hands and that I'm happy." His thumb gently rubs your the apple of your cheeks. "That you make me happy and prays for the best to come and that we stay safe."

"Guess it's safe to say she likes me." He lowered his lips on to yours. Deep down, he felt a subtle nervousness creep in as he thought about meeting your mom for the first time. Despite his efforts to appear calm, you could tell how much he cared by the way he eagerly assisted you in preparing for the meeting. He simply wanted to make a great first impression and ensure that everything went smoothly.

"She adores you." You closed the space between you, kissing him softly. His lips moved against yours, and you felt him pull you closer. Or as close as he could with your baby bump between you. "You make me happy and that's all she truly cares about." You gave him another kiss. "But if she found out how reckless you are, she might have a heart attack," You felt him smirk against your lips.

"Well, I guess it'll be our little secret then." As his lips gently met yours, a playful spark flickered in his eyes. His hand tenderly brushed down your neck, applying a hint of pressure. It caused you to bite your lower lip in delight, a soft hum of pleasure escaping your lips. The mischievous glint in his eyes made the moment all the more exciting.

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Together {4}

Paring: Derek Morgan x Latina!reader

Summary: You had a big surprise for him. So when you and Derek go and visit his mother for her birthday, you figured it would be the best way to tell them. To tell his family; however, things don't go as planned when Derek gets arrested. Memories flood the both of you as you figured out how to fight this nightmare together.

Tigger warning: mention of sexual assault and abuse.

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Derek sat beside you in the back of the SUV as Hotch drove silently. Since Gordinskin arrested Carl, Derek was free to go. You found yourself leaning against him, finding comfort in how his shoulder felt beneath your head. Your fingers naturally intertwined with his while your other hand gently traced delicate patterns on the back of his hand. It was as if you were absorbing his touch, warmth, scent– everything about him. In his presence, you could feel your body relax, your racing thoughts fading. With him by your side, your mind found peace and security. As his lips brushed against your head, you could sense him taking a deep breath, his thumb tenderly caressing your hand. The exhaustion from the past couple of days began to catch up with you, and you instinctively nestled closer to him, seeking solace and the cozy embrace of his side. "Tired?" His voice was low.

"Yeah." You nodded, and he pulled his arm from your hold. You were about to complain until you felt him wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. He used his left hand to rub your arm in a comforting manner. You could feel the sleepiness slowly creeping in as you fought to keep your eyes open. You knew you'd return to his mom's house soon, so you tried to stay up. But you couldn't keep fighting it as soon your breathing evened out.

Derek savored the comforting sensation of your body nestled against his, causing his tense muscles to loosen gently. With a tender gaze, he admired the delicate details of your face: your lashes delicately grazing your cheeks and the subtle parting of your lips as you peacefully slept. Observing your exhaustion earlier, it was no surprise to him that sleep had claimed you. As he lifted your hand to his lips, softly kissing your knuckles, a feeling of immense relief washed over him. He knew you would support him, even if he struggled to keep something from you. He tilted his head back with a small sigh, grateful that neither Hotch nor Gideon had broached the subject. Engaging you in his past was a different story, but having his colleagues know so much about him left him feeling exposed, a vulnerability he resented and didn't invite. The sound of your gentle breathing reached his ears, and he found himself easing into a state of relaxation. Having you in his embrace alleviated all his stress, and your touch reassured him. Your mere presence had an immeasurable positive impact on him in ways he knew you would never fully comprehend. Your unwavering support only deepened his love for you; as your relationship approached the two-year mark, he couldn't fathom a life without you.

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As you blinked open your eyes, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of surprise. Inhaling deeply, your gaze swept across the room, assessing the surroundings. A gentle arm wrapped snugly around your waist, prompting a slight fluster in your mind as you fully awake. And then, your eyes settled upon the presence beside you, gradually stirring. "Y/n?" Derek's groggy voice rang in your ears, relaxing the tensed hands by your side. "What's wrong?" As he sat up, he very gently reached out and touched your arm. You found yourself flinching slightly, though you tried your best not to pull back. You could sense the faint frown on his lips, indicating that he noticed your reaction.

"Nightmare." You gently placed your hand over his and felt your heart racing. There was a slight tremor on your lips as he leaned in and switched on the gentle glow of the lamp. You took in your boyfriend as you blinked to adjust to the light. The way his eyebrows furrowed and the slight downward tug at the corner of his lips. His captivating dark brown eyes traced every expression on your face.

"You wanna talk about it?" Your eyes darted to his as you opened your mouth. When nothing came out, you felt the sudden urge to cry as you looked down at your hands and closed your mouth. 

Did you want to talk about it? 

You did, but the thought of how he would react ate you up. It made you second-guess yourself.

"No, right now." You said softly, your nails digging into the side of your finger. Derek wanted to push for you to talk to him. He didn't like how you flinched at his touch. He didn't like the haunted, pained, and scared look that hid behind those beautiful eyes. 

"Okay." The only word left his lips as he pulled you to his chest. His hand ran through your hair while the other rubbed your arm. You took in his touch as you licked your lips, pushing those horrid thoughts away. Subconsciously, a hand drifted to your stomach before you pulled back a bit.

"I have a little surprise for you." You said in a nervous tone. He tilted his head slightly as he watched you crawl off the bed. You moved to your bag and shuffled through it before pulling out something. He studied your back, waiting for you to turn around or say something. When you carefully moved towards him, he took your soft steps before the bed dipped next to him. He shifted a bit, giving you more space to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. You hand him the paper as the confusion slowly takes over his features. He looks at the ultrasound, reading your name clearly on the top. 

"You're pregnant." The statement that left his lips seemed more like a question, but you knew better. You looked up at him and gave him a slight nod. You couldn't help but watch as his lips moved, his eyes crinkled, and his cheeks lifted. And then, suddenly, his lips broke out into a huge smile, revealing his pearly white teeth. He was so happy that he pulled you into his lap, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth in your heart. "I'm gonna be a dad," He gave you a quick kiss on the lips, and you couldn't help but smile. You could see the happiness in his eyes and hear the excitement in his voice. "Thank you." You teared up a bit. This man was thanking you. "For giving me this privilege."

"No, amor," You smiled at him. "You don't have to thank me." You grabbed his hand and placed it over your stomach. He looked down in between you, eyeing his hand. He gently moved the hand on your arm and gently pulled up your shirt, revealing your belly. As he placed his hand over it, the warmth of his touch made your heart skip a beat. He lovingly rubbed your belly with his thumb while pressing his forehead against yours. It felt incredibly real now that Derek knew about your pregnancy, and his tender gestures filled you with excitement for the remaining journey of this pregnancy together.

"How long are you?" He glanced up at you.

"14 weeks today." You placed your hand over his and closed your eyes. "I found out when you were working on the terrorist group. I had a hunch after my period didn't come for two months, but I just brushed it off until the morning before you left for work."

"When you threw up." The realization dawned upon him. He remembered that day. He had watched as the breakfast you usually would have eaten seemed to make you sick as you rushed to the bathroom. He could hear how you employed your stomach before he got there, and you just brushed it off as a bug. He didn't seem to push it as it was a valid understanding. He hadn't thought that because of the lack of protection used 14 weeks ago, it would have been the cause of your sickness. "You told me you went to see your doctor." 

"Well, she had me pee in a cup, and it came back with me being pregnant." You shifted on his lap, and Derek knew you were feeling nervous. "I didn't see my OB/GYN until a couple of days before we left for your mom's. When she confirmed it again and provided me with the ultrasound photos, I didn't know how to tell you or how you'd react. I figured it would have been cute to break the news to you and your momma on her birthday." He let out a small chuckle.

"My momma would have loved that." He moved to lean back on the wall as he pulled you with him. You rested your face on his shoulder as you felt him rub your back. "Does she know?"

"I might have accidentally spilled it after you had been arrested." You felt how his hand stopped for a bit as he apologized. "Cariño, it wasn't your fault." You turned to kiss the side of his neck. "But your momma and sisters have been taking care of me. Your momma is happy about it, trust me, and I'm sure your sisters can't wait to be an aunt." He let out an amused breath through his nose as he kissed your shoulder. You didn't bother moving as you felt yourself yawn. Derek kept what he was doing as he asked you questions, and you did your best to respond. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep on him, and Derek didn't move you. He gently picked up the ultrasound photo, allowing his finger to trace over the precious image of the baby. A warm smile adorned his face, causing a slight ache in his cheeks. It was unbelievable to him that a little human was growing inside you, and it was a remarkable feeling knowing he had contributed to this miracle. A small part of him couldn't help but wonder why he didn't notice earlier. He thought he would have picked up on the subtle signs as a profiler. He reminisced about the times when you had sudden mood swings, appeared more sensitive, or even seemed more tired than usual. At the time, he attributed it to your demanding job and ongoing education, especially since you only recently graduated about four months ago.

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You were walking hand in hand with Derek as we attended the funeral of Damien Walters. It was a beautiful and intimate gathering. I couldn't help but notice how much Damien's mom appreciated Derek's presence as she thanked him before she left. "James," Derek called out to the boy walking away, and the boy turned around to look at us. Derek gently pulled you along as he walked over to where James was at. He released your hand and warmly embraced James, giving him a friendly pat on the back. You could sense James's gaze shifting towards you as they pulled back from the hug. "I want to introduce you to my girl." Derek held his hand out for you. You kindly offered a gentle smile while reaching for Derek's hand. "Y/n, this is James."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, James." You held your free hand out to him. "Derek has told me so much about you. Said that you were going to go big in football." You could see that your praise flustered him a bit as he shifted in his spot. 

"You're the one Derek doesn't seem to get tired of talking about." He gave you a friendly smile before reaching out to shake your hand. You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when you glanced at your boyfriend, finding it quite amusing as he jokingly rolled his eyes.

"Why you out here telling her my secret, man?" Derek joked as he gave James a slight nudge. "But ain't no shame in my game to talk about my goddess." Derek was a cheeky man who knew how to sway a girl's heart. James cracked a smile, and you felt the warmth across your neck as a smile tugged at your lips. 

"You headin' out today?"  His eyes drifted to Derek's team, who lingered in the back, talking to Derek's family. 

"I'm sure Derek would like to stay a little longer, but we have an important appointment tomorrow that I can't miss." You couldn't help but place a hand on your stomach, feeling the pure excitement inside you. With his reassuring grip, Derek shared in your anticipation as you prepared for the upcoming appointment with your OB. You noticed James looking at your hand resting on your bump, his eyes shifting to meet yours and Derek's.

"Congratulations." A hint of curiosity sparked as you looked into his eyes, and your smile almost wavered. It seemed that a tinge of jealousy lingered in his demeanor, and you couldn't help but understand why. Derek had often brought up James and his ongoing struggles in our conversations. Suddenly, Derek's name was called out from behind us, indicating that the team was preparing to depart.

"James." You reached out and lightly touched the boy's arm while giving Derek a look. He seemed to grasp that you wished to chat privately with the boy, so he quickly kissed your lips. After saying goodbye to James, he respectfully left the two of you to chat privately. "Derek is very fond of you," You looked back at the boy and smiled at him. "And I can tell you're a good kid gonna go places." You chewed the inside of your cheek, not wanting to burden James with what you were about to say. "I know I'll be seeing you around a lot when we come by, so I hope you know that if you ever need anything," You pulled out a piece of paper, "Give me a call. I'll lend an ear if you ever need someone to talk to or if you ever need anything." He looked at the piece of paper in your hand before he hesitantly took it from you. He just stared at it in his hands. You didn't even think of your next move as you pulled him into a hug and kissed his temple in a caring manner. "Cuídate (take care of yourself)." You gently touched his arm and then pulled away, saying, "Take care of yourself, and remember, don't hesitate to reach out." You noticed a subtle hint of emotion in his eyes as you glanced at him. Surprisingly, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, embracing you while pressing his face against your neck. You felt a tremor in his breath, and in response, you smiled warmly and hugged him back, swaying together as you leaned your head against his.

"Thank you." He mumbled as he sniffled and pulled back. With a final smile, you bid him farewell and returned to where Derek patiently awaited. The grateful expression in his eyes was unmistakable as he gently took your hand and pressed it against his lips.

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Derek held your hand as he watched the screen with anticipation. With a tender gesture, he pressed his lips against the back of your hand as your OB pressed a few buttons. "That it is." As the doctor found the perfect angle, you couldn't help but watch the baby's movement with anticipation. "It's a healthy baby," she said, clicking a few more buttons. A smile instantly lit up your face, and the room seemed to resonate with the rhythmic beat of the baby's heart. Glancing at Derek, your heart swelled with joy as you noticed his wide grin and his eyes sparkling with happiness. With a chuckle, he leaned over to give you a gentle kiss. "Ten fingers and ten toes." You couldn't help the soft laugh that left your lips.

"Can I get two more copies?" You asked your doctor as she whipped down the gel on your skin. She offered you a smile and nodded.

"Of course." You pulled our shirt down and moved to sit up. "Anything for my favorite couple." Your OB had always expressed how she loved the relationship you and Derek shared, and she never fails to comment on how you two are her favorite couple.  As she printed the copies out, she glanced over at you. "I'll see you in two weeks, and then we will go for four weeks." 

"Thank you." She handed you the three copies of the ultrasound before leaving the two of you. Derek took one of the copies and traced over the image of the baby. You couldn't help but watch him with a sense of fondness. "Ready to schedule the rest?" As you looked up, he greeted you warmly with a constant smile and offered assistance to help you off. Together, you walked out of the room, and Derek kindly wrapped his arms around you as you approached the receptionist. With a smile, you independently scheduled the following two appointments while Derek was there to support and go along with whatever worked for you. It was endearing how he lovingly caressed your stomach or kissed your cheeks, even though it initially embarrassed you. However, he didn't seem to mind as the girls at the front desk expressed their admiration for your relationship. "You want to do this right now?" You asked him as he took you into the Quantico building. He insisted on telling the team, and you couldn't tell him no. You took a photo of the ultrasound and sent it over to James, who had been excited to see a photo. Since the day you left Chicago, he had kept in touch.

"I'm sure." The elevator door opened, and you followed him. When the team noticed the both of you, they all looked confused except one with a knowing look. Reid couldn't help but suppress a smile as the team warmly gathered around you once you entered the bullpen. To set the tone, he casually pressed a button on the phone sitting on his desk.

"Hello?" Penelope's voice came from the other end.

"Baby girl, how quickly can you get to my desk." You sat on his chair as he placed a hand on our shoulder. "I got a surprise-" A click cut Derek off before he could finish, and not soon after, you could hear the coming through as you fought off a smile. You looked over your shoulder and watched the blonde rush over, ignoring Derek as she hugged you first. "Am I invisible?" Derek mumbled, amused as you hugged her.

"I see you all the time," She ignored him as she pulled back, a smile on her lips. "Y/n, on the other hand, is hogged by you, and you never bring her around." You chuckled, amused with their bickering. "Now, what's the surprise?" 

"We're expecting." You could barely contain your excitement as it spilled out of your lips. After a brief silence, Garcia couldn't help but squeal and pulled you into another hug. JJ and Emily then joined you as Derek handed them the ultrasound photo, and they sincerely congratulated you. 

"I already knew." Reid sounded proud as he moved over to look at the photo. Derek raised an eyebrow as he glanced at him. "I found out when we were in Chicago. I connected the dots of her outburst and with the way she looked sick when-"

"Alright, Mr. know-it-all." You scoffed as you stood up. 

"What's going on here?" You looked up and saw Hotch with Gideon behind him. 

"Derek’s gonna be a dad.” Emily handed Hotch the ultrasound photo. Gideon stood beside him, a slight pull of the corner of his lips.

“How far?” Hotch looked at you, a rare smile on his lips.

“14 weeks.” As you sat there, a gentle hand rested on your stomach, and you couldn't help but smile warmly as Penelope excitedly admired the adorable bump that was starting to show.

“Congratulations.” Hotch handed the photo back to Derek. 

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This was cute to read

I love it!

I feel like Hotch with a BAU!reader that has bad allergies? When they have to go elsewhere for a case and he knows to bring medication and plenty of tissues to subtly hand to reader because he knows they don’t like bringing attention to it even though it’s fairly obvious?

thank u for ur request! gn!reader

It's embarrassing —and a second, harder to explain emotion—, knowing your boss carries around tissues specifically for your sniffly nose. Worse knowing he has benadryl in his go bag, and worse again having to ask him for it. 

They're your allergies. You should have sufficient medication. Your job performance relies on it. 

You trudge across the grass of the field toward the big barn. You're on one of the biggest, most harrowing cases you've ever investigated, a mass murder hidden in the Canadian frontier under FBI jurisdiction because of the American victims. Hotch is especially upset by everything and hiding it behind silence and a brow furrowed so deeply you're sure that's it, that's how he's going to look for the rest of his life. 

You needing a tissue could not come at a worse time. 

Swallowing a lump, you cross the threshold. Hotch looks up at your steps. The zeroing in of his gaze on your red-rimmed eyes is nearly humorously instantaneous, but he doesn't ask, and you're ashamed to bring it up. 

"Emily back?" you ask him. 

"No. She and Morgan are still searching." He turns to the desk behind him, covered in old scrap tech. "How has handling the exterior evidence collection been?" 

"Um, it's still happening. You know. It's a lot to process physically." 

He gives you a look. If evidence is still being catalogued, why are you here?

"Hotch, do you have any benadryl?" you ask reluctantly. Your request is punctuated with a sniffle. 

Spencer comes barrelling into the room. "I found something." 

Hotch prioritises the case, obviously, but he gives you another look, this one saying, Come with me. You would've anyways, more than interested in what Spencer has to show. Together, the three of you head across the property to the barn, where Spencer climbs up a ladder into a hayloft. 

Hotch listens attentively, and he shoots off his own theories. You try very hard to listen and add your own input whilst smothering a sneeze, the itching sensation at the corners of your eyes like torture. 

A warm hand touches yours. 

You look down, already flushed with heat but your body is happy to do it again, apparently. Contact with Hotch is always so charged, at least on your end. 

His hand turns subtly outward, offering a small plastic wrapped packet of kleenex. You swear he holds onto it longer than he needs to, his fingertips brushing imperceptibly against yours as you take the tissues. 

You extract one without fuss to wipe your nose and dry your watering eyes. 

"I'm sorry," Hotch says quietly, as Spencer sorts through papers for something particular upstairs. "I meant to bring you these in the morning, but we've been here all night– it slipped my mind." 

You hate bringing any attention to yourself when it comes to your allergies, and you don't like thinking that Hotch is thinking about them when they aren't present, but then something twists into place in your head, so to speak, like an upside down puzzle piece righted, you can slot it into the picture without problem. The puzzle isn't finished or anything, but it's a clue. He's sorry he didn't give you any tissues this morning, preemptively, because he knew you'd have a reaction? 

Hotch must really care about you. 

But now isn't the time for that discussion. You're not sure what you'd say, anyways. 

You step in front of him a touch, a half step, and let your arm hang at your side. Hesitant, with your heart beating between your ears like a monkey toy on the cymbals, you reach backward. Your unsteady hand brushes against his. 

Hotch, brilliantly, astoundingly, brushes back. His index finger draws a slow, light line up your palm. 

"Here!" Spencer says, shocking you apart. He holds a drawing up over the wooden balcony. "Can you believe it?" 

Phantom heat crawls over your skin from Hotch's touch. You open your mouth to respond and find it promptly snapping closed as a sneeze rocks your entire frame. 

"Allergies?" Spencer asks. 

You groan. Hotch tells Spencer to keep working and turns to leave. "I'll go find those benadryl," he murmurs to you. 

You can't answer him, caught in the middle of a sneezing fit. 

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You Have Me Absolutely In Love With Your Derek Morgan Story!!!!! Keep Up The Amazing Work!

Awwwie, thank you so much! You have no idea how happy that makes me.

Please do look forward for more work with Derek Morgan!

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Marvel Masterlist

James 'Bucky' Barnes

It's gonna be okay [1] [2] [3]

You and Bucky cross paths through some turn of events, but he keeps you hidden instead of killing you off like he was assigned. There was something about you that he couldn't bring himself to end, so he took you somewhere you would be safe. Slowly, you learn more about each other and rely on one another before realizing it. All you know is that everything will be okay.

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She definitely does and thank you for the love and the positive response ❤️

Pairing: Jake Seresin x F!reader

Waring: 18+ smut, unprotected, biting

A/n: Thank you @agentorange9595 for the request and the lovely idea! On a side not, I am not good at writing smut, but I hope you like it.

You couldn't help but bite your lip as you read the book in hand, fighting back a smile and the urge to giggle. Jake had been out for training, and you knew he would be back late, so you decided to finish the book you were reading. It was about a grumpy special op who fell in love with this badass sunshine girl. You had cried with the female lead when she learned about the terrible past the male lead had and the torture he went through during his ops. The romance was there, and it was hot. And there were several instances where they had hot, rough, and steamy sex. You had never felt jealous over the sex in the books until now. And it wasn't how the male lead was fucking her nice and slow, taking his time but being rough. No. It was for a simple reason. 

That reason was that he was fucking her with his dog tags on.

Yep, the dog tags.

As you finished the sex scene, you let out a small groan. You rubbed your thighs together for some relief before placing the book down. "Pure thoughts." You told yourself, trying to help remove the image of Jake hovering over you, his dog tags hanging from his neck. The way his skin would glisten and how you would just be able to pull him closer by the tags. Another groan left your lips as you pulled the pillow to your face, and a muffled scream left your lips. This was torture. You had never known how deprived you were from the sight of seeing this man fuck you with his dog tags. The need for it. The only issue now was asking this from Jake. Asking him to rail you like no tomorrow so you could still feel him in you for days, and your legs couldn't handle walking. To the point where he would leave bruises on your hips from how hard he'd grip you. Your face flushed at the thought, and you wanted to curse your best friend for ever introducing you to a new world of smut. You pulled out your phone and shot her a quick text.

I hate you so much, but at the same time, I love you for recommending this book to me

10:47

You're welcome, and don't come at me with the innocent act cuz we both know it's just a mask. 

10:52

You are anything but innocent, you're just too shy to ask.

10:53

You rolled your eyes at the message but placed your phone on the nightstand. You were almost done with the book and knew you could finish it tonight; however, you were ready to be done with it, so you just placed it on your nightstand. You turned off the lights and got ready for bed. Jake had told you not to wait for him, as you both knew you'd try to stay up until he came home. As you got comfortable, snuggling close to Jake's side, you drifted off and fell asleep quickly. 

______

Several days passed, and now where you were, holding your drink in your hand. You could see the chain peek out from Jake's naval uniform from where you sat next to Bob and Nat. Lately, your eyes have been drifting to it, and you couldn't help the images that filled your mind as you bit your lip." You okay there?" Nat's voice broke your concentration as you looked at her. A smirk on her lips as she raised an eyebrow. "You look ready to jump him and rip his clothes off." The heat flushed against your skin as you let out a guilty laugh.

"Is it that obvious?" You pressed the back of your hand against your cheek. Nat just laughed and nudged you with her arm as you drank the rest of your drink in one go.

"So much so, but don't worry about any of these meat heads noticing except one." You looked up only to see Jake giving you an amused look, the pool stick in his hands as he took a drink of his beer. 

"Oh my gosh," You mumbled. "I think I need another drink." You quickly got up, and Nat followed you.

"Want to tell me what that's all about?" She asked as she hooked her arm with yours as you went to the bar. "Usually, Jake's the one who looks at you like a meal he's ready to devour, not the other way around." This makes your face heat up even more, and the heat between your legs grows.

"Promise not to laugh." You gave her a pleading look as you found two open stools at the bar. She gave you a slight nod as Penny approached you guys.

"What can I get you girls?" She asked with a smile.

"I'm gonna need two shots of tequila." She gave you a look before going to get the shots. Nat had gotten her usual. "I've been reading this book, and it's steamy, Nat." You looked over at her, and a small sigh left your lips. "And when I mean steamy, I mean the girl is bent over while the guy fucks her like he's on heat, leaving marks everywhere. Claiming her and praising her." She raised an eyebrow. "And by no means is that the part that has me like this. Sex with Jake is amazing, but there's one detail in the book that has me running these images in my head, and I can't help it." 

"Oh god, please don't talk about sex with him." She scrunched her nose, and you shook her head. Penny came back and placed the drinks in front of you.

"Y/n talking sex?" She joined in the conversation, surprised as well. You weren't one to be open about these conversations.

"No." You shook your head. Taking one of the shots and taking it down in one go. There was a slight burn in the back of your throat as you placed the glass down. "No, I'm not talking about my sex life. All I'm saying is that I wish Jake would keep his dog tags on. The book I'm reading has plagued my mind with the thought of it, and I need it now." You looked at both women, who seemed amused about your confession. "I'm serious here, guys." 

"Oh, we know that, honey," Penny patted your hand. "And I think that is why it's entertaining for us." You rolled your eyes and took the next shot; this time, no burning sensation followed. 

"It also sounds like you've been deprived of sex for a while." You shot Nat a glare as she snorted. "Like a beast has awoken." You groaned and placed your forehead on the counter.

"I hate you so much." She just laughed, and Pen gave you another shot. You looked at the small shot glass that lay beside you. You rubbed your thighs with a slight whine that left your lips. "I hate ever reading that book even though it's so good! I even saved my favorite parts on it." You pushed yourself up and took the third shot for the night. 

Little did you know Jake's eyes had been watching you the entire time. Since the moment he started playing pool with Coyote, he had felt the way you had been looking at him. He felt your eyes burning into him– undressing him– and if he was honest with himself, he enjoyed it. It was rare when you were filled with so much lust and need that you didn't even realize yourself that you were showing it. He knew you weren't as innocent as you looked; however, you would never voice out what you liked. And he didn't mind it one bit. In fact, he loved it whenever he would discover something new about you. Just like at this moment, he had a vague idea of why you were acting the way you were. He accidentally stumbled across a book he had seen you read recently. He got curious about what it was about whenever he saw you, as your reactions were entertaining. So when his curiosity got the better side of him, and he opened it on a marked page, he wasn't expecting what he read. It was a lot to take in that he had to stop himself before getting worked up, but also because it hadn't been something he expected. The details were so vividly written. Just thinking about doing what was written to you made him hot as he pulled at the collar of his naval shirt. He could see the flush that dusted your cheeks even from where he stood. Coyote called out his name; Jake ignored him, passing the pool stick to Bob as he stalked toward you. He could hear Phoenix teasing you and Penny laughing, but he didn't care what they said. You had him worked up, and now he needed you, preferably in the comfort of your home. "What you ladies goin' on about?" He drawled, his hand touched your lower back, and he felt you flinch. He rubbed his thumb on your back and felt how you leaned into him. Reacting to his touch like you usually would. 

"Nothin', Y/n was telling us a funny story." Nat had an amused look on her face, and you glared at her. 

"You don't mind if I steal her from you then?" Jake asked, already knowing the answer as he moved his hand to your waist, pulling you up. You stumbled a bit due to being caught off guard and the alcohol running through your veins. Nat shook her head, and that was all he needed before drawing you out of Hard Deck. 

"Jake," You whined when you were out the doors. "I was still drinking." He moved you towards the truck. 

"I think you've had enough for the night, Darlin'." You shivered at the sound of his southern accent sounding heavier than usual. "Wanna tell me what has been goin' in that pretty little head of yours?" When you reached his truck, he turned you to face him. His green eyes looked darker, and you didn't know if it was from the night or from the lust that dilated his pupils. His hands were firmly on your waist as he looked down at you. You bit your lower lip as you took him in. He looked beautiful, but the silver chain that caught your attention was sending you overboard. You pushed your hands up his chest as your fingers grazed the chain. He watched you curiously as you pulled his dog tags, freeing them from his shirt. Your fingers play with the chain before they move to the tags. "Is it that book you've been reading?" He asked, and you looked at him with wide eyes. He would see the needy look on your face, the way a pout sat on your lips. He watched the conflict in your eyes before you made up your mind. He felt the pull on his dog tags as he was forced to lower his face to you. His eyes widened, not used to the sudden dominance you were showing.

"I need you to fuck me, Jake." He felt your lips move against his. He felt how his blood seemed to rush through his body and straight to his groin. "I want you to use me, baby." He felt the tightness in his pants. "Fuck me rough. Mark me up." You pressed a soft kiss on his lips. "Please," You begged, looking up at him through your lashes. A growl ripped out of Jake's lips, and he gripped your hips tighter. A small whimper left your lips as you felt his fingers dig into your waist. And then it all happened too quickly. He got you in the truck and drove back home. 

_____

You barely made it through the doors when his hands were all over you. He pushed you up against the wall and pressed up against you. You could feel him. How hard he was. A small moan left your lips as he groped your boobs through your shirt. "You did this to yourself." His lips moved against your neck before his teeth sunk into your skin. You let out a small gasp as you gripped his arm, your nails dug into his skin. His name left your lips with a needy cry. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off you before moving to your bra. His fingers traced the lace fabric over your skin, taking in the black color. "Fuck you're so pretty, sunshine." He was tempted to rip your bra. Rip the rest of your clothes, blocking his view of your beautiful body.

"Jake," You gave him a warning tone, already knowing what he was thinking. "You rip my lingerie, and I will cut your dick off." You threatened. He raised an eyebrow as if the temptation was there. He knew you didn't mean it; however, he had ruined a few of your favorite sets.

"Yes, ma'am." He smiled as he lowered himself, placing kisses and allowing his teeth to scrape your skin as he lightly bit you. The goosebumps rose on your skin, and you gripped his hair. Just as he got to the waistband of your jeans, he unbuttoned it. Light feathered kisses on your skin as you threw your head back. He observed you as he slowly pulled your pants down. Your eyes dilated as you looked down at him. He kissed my thighs, and you brought them up, stepping out of your pants. "Look at you," His fingers grazed the front of your black laced underwear. He could feel how wet you were. "All wet for me, and I barely even touched you." He watched as you rocked your hips against his fingers. His other hand gripped your thigh.

"Jake," You whined, needing more. He moved his hands to the back of your knee. Pushing you over his shoulder, he picked you up and marched to your room. A smack echoed in the room, and you felt the burning sensation on your ass. You pushed yourself back up, surprised by his action, while he had a satisfying grin on his lips. He kicked the door open to your room. He didn't even say anything as you dropped him on the bed. You bounced a couple of times as you watched him unbutton his shirt. That look in his eyes made the pit in your stomach flare up. He looked at you like a predator, and you were his prey. He took his shirt off like he was ready to pounce on you, and your eyes racked down his chest. The dog tags hung around his neck and down his chest. You bit your lip as you looked at him, taking in his beauty and how the tags seemed to decorate him. It added to the fuel you had racing through your mind. You moved to your knees, your fingers touching his skin about his waistband as you looked up at him. The doe-eyed look you gave him made Jake groan as he fought the urge to ravage you like the animal he felt. He watched as your fingers undid his pants, your nails scraped his pelvic skin as you pulled his boxers down. He let out a hiss as his cock sprung up and smacked his stomach. You licked your lips as you reached out to grab his throbbing cock. Your thumb ran along the head, rubbing the precum across before you stroked down slowly. 

"Fuck," Jake moaned, and you looked at him through your lashes. He looked down at you with hooded eyes as you pumped back up. His face twisted with pleasure before he grabbed your wrist. "Baby, if you keep touching and looking at me like that, I won't last." He pushed the words out, his tumble rubbing the inside of my wrist. "Tonight, it's going to be about you." He pushed you down, hovering over you as he removed your hands. He used his free hand to move your thigh so he could settle in between your legs. He was slightly rocking himself against you before he pulled back. A frown settled on your lips from the lack of contact. He just had a smirk on his lips. "Take it off, or else they're gonna get ripped." He claimed, motioning to your body. He slipped his pants and boxer off completely, and you wasted no time taking off your underwear and bra. You laid back, watching as his hands wrapped around himself and giving himself a few pumps. His eyes looked at you with such hunger it caused the arousal to gather between your thighs. His hands over the head of his cock as you spread your legs open, showcasing your glistening folds. His nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw. He didn't even bother grabbing a condom as he settled between your thighs. He guided the head of his cock, coating it with your arousal. His left hand rested by your hips as he held himself up. Each time his head rubbed against your clothes, you whimpered. Desperately trying to get him in you, you shifted your hips and gripped his wrist. 

"Jake, please. I need you." You begged, needing him now. He didn't even deny you as he guided himself to your entrance. He didn't even bother prying your hand off his wrist as he held your hip down. He used his hold on you to slip himself in with a full-force thrust. You gasped, back arched as you felt him stretch you open. He forced himself not to close his eyes from the pleasure as he watched the pleasure on your face. Using both hands on your waist, he pulled out all the way, causing a cry to leave your lips before slamming back in. He did that a couple of times, and each time; your reaction drove him crazy. Your nails dug into his skin as you gripped his arm. He moved down to capture your lips, using his right arm to steady himself. The cool metal touched your skin, and you brought his lower lip between your teeth, biting it lightly. Your teeth dragged against his lower lip as he pulled back, and you felt his left hand grip tightly around your waist; you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't leave bruises. He began to move himself in and out of you; the noise of your skins coming into contact echoed in the room. Moaned curses left your lips as your ankles locked behind him. "Jake- fuck- don't," You squeezed your eyes feeling him hit your sweet spot. "Don't stop, please." He groaned, loving to hear your sweet pleas.

You opened your eyes, and a hazy look of pleasure filled your eyes as your gaze lingered on the dog tags that hung between the both of you. You brought your hand up and lightly tugged on it. Jake felt the way you clenched around him. He slowed down, and you looked up at him, ready to complain. "Is this what has been driving you up the walls, princess?" He raised an eyebrow. When you bit your lip and didn't answer, he rocked his hips before pulling out so the tip of his cock rested in your pussy. "Words. Have you been all needy little thing because you've wanted me to fuck you crazy with my tags?" You whined as he pushed himself in a bit. Even if not being in you was torture, Jake needed to hear you say it. You clenched your walls, trying to get him in you. "What did I say? Use your words." The tone in his voice was demanding. You closed your eyes, lip quivering from the lack of him. 

"Jake," You tried to push your hips down, but he held you in place. You knew he wouldn't give you what you needed until you answered him. "Yes," You finally gave in. "I've been wanting you to fuck me with your tags." You looked up at him with hooded lids, and your lashes fluttered against your cheeks.

"See," He trusted himself in you, and you felt full again with him in you. "That's my good girl. It wasn't hard, was it?" You watched as he spun the tags so they would hang on his back, and he felt you clenched down on him hard. "Fuck," He groaned, using his strength to steady himself. "I'm gonna ruin you tonight so this naughty pussy remembers whose it belongs to." He promised, and you felt yourself tense up, knowing that quote a little too well. He licked his lower lip, a smirk dancing on them. You were in for a long night, and you were screwed. He had read your book, specifically the part you had marked.

#reblog #top gun reblog #jake seresin reblog #hangman reblog #jake hangman seresin #hangman #jake seresin

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Dog tags

Pairing: Jake Seresin x F!reader

Summary: Where reading a book has you fantasying about Jake and his dog tags as he has his way with you.

Waring: 18+ smut, unprotected, biting

A/n: Thank you @agentorange9595 for the request and the lovely idea! On a side not, I am not good at writing smut, but I hope you like it.

You couldn't help but bite your lip as you read the book in hand, fighting back a smile and the urge to giggle. Jake had been out for training, and you knew he would be back late, so you decided to finish the book you were reading. It was about a grumpy special op who fell in love with this badass sunshine girl. You had cried with the female lead when she learned about the terrible past the male lead had and the torture he went through during his ops. The romance was there, and it was hot. And there were several instances where they had hot, rough, and steamy sex. You had never felt jealous over the sex in the books until now. And it wasn't how the male lead was fucking her nice and slow, taking his time but being rough. No. It was for a simple reason. 

That reason was that he was fucking her with his dog tags on.

Yep, the dog tags.

As you finished the sex scene, you let out a small groan. You rubbed your thighs together for some relief before placing the book down. "Pure thoughts." You told yourself, trying to help remove the image of Jake hovering over you, his dog tags hanging from his neck. The way his skin would glisten and how you would just be able to pull him closer by the tags. Another groan left your lips as you pulled the pillow to your face, and a muffled scream left your lips. This was torture. You had never known how deprived you were from the sight of seeing this man fuck you with his dog tags. The need for it. The only issue now was asking this from Jake. Asking him to rail you like no tomorrow so you could still feel him in you for days, and your legs couldn't handle walking. To the point where he would leave bruises on your hips from how hard he'd grip you. Your face flushed at the thought, and you wanted to curse your best friend for ever introducing you to a new world of smut. You pulled out your phone and shot her a quick text.

I hate you so much, but at the same time, I love you for recommending this book to me

10:47

You're welcome, and don't come at me with the innocent act cuz we both know it's just a mask. 

10:52

You are anything but innocent, you're just too shy to ask.

10:53

You rolled your eyes at the message but placed your phone on the nightstand. You were almost done with the book and knew you could finish it tonight; however, you were ready to be done with it, so you just placed it on your nightstand. You turned off the lights and got ready for bed. Jake had told you not to wait for him, as you both knew you'd try to stay up until he came home. As you got comfortable, snuggling close to Jake's side, you drifted off and fell asleep quickly. 

______

Several days passed, and now where you were, holding your drink in your hand. You could see the chain peek out from Jake's naval uniform from where you sat next to Bob and Nat. Lately, your eyes have been drifting to it, and you couldn't help the images that filled your mind as you bit your lip." You okay there?" Nat's voice broke your concentration as you looked at her. A smirk on her lips as she raised an eyebrow. "You look ready to jump him and rip his clothes off." The heat flushed against your skin as you let out a guilty laugh.

"Is it that obvious?" You pressed the back of your hand against your cheek. Nat just laughed and nudged you with her arm as you drank the rest of your drink in one go.

"So much so, but don't worry about any of these meat heads noticing except one." You looked up only to see Jake giving you an amused look, the pool stick in his hands as he took a drink of his beer. 

"Oh my gosh," You mumbled. "I think I need another drink." You quickly got up, and Nat followed you.

"Want to tell me what that's all about?" She asked as she hooked her arm with yours as you went to the bar. "Usually, Jake's the one who looks at you like a meal he's ready to devour, not the other way around." This makes your face heat up even more, and the heat between your legs grows.

"Promise not to laugh." You gave her a pleading look as you found two open stools at the bar. She gave you a slight nod as Penny approached you guys.

"What can I get you girls?" She asked with a smile.

"I'm gonna need two shots of tequila." She gave you a look before going to get the shots. Nat had gotten her usual. "I've been reading this book, and it's steamy, Nat." You looked over at her, and a small sigh left your lips. "And when I mean steamy, I mean the girl is bent over while the guy fucks her like he's on heat, leaving marks everywhere. Claiming her and praising her." She raised an eyebrow. "And by no means is that the part that has me like this. Sex with Jake is amazing, but there's one detail in the book that has me running these images in my head, and I can't help it." 

"Oh god, please don't talk about sex with him." She scrunched her nose, and you shook her head. Penny came back and placed the drinks in front of you.

"Y/n talking sex?" She joined in the conversation, surprised as well. You weren't one to be open about these conversations.

"No." You shook your head. Taking one of the shots and taking it down in one go. There was a slight burn in the back of your throat as you placed the glass down. "No, I'm not talking about my sex life. All I'm saying is that I wish Jake would keep his dog tags on. The book I'm reading has plagued my mind with the thought of it, and I need it now." You looked at both women, who seemed amused about your confession. "I'm serious here, guys." 

"Oh, we know that, honey," Penny patted your hand. "And I think that is why it's entertaining for us." You rolled your eyes and took the next shot; this time, no burning sensation followed. 

"It also sounds like you've been deprived of sex for a while." You shot Nat a glare as she snorted. "Like a beast has awoken." You groaned and placed your forehead on the counter.

"I hate you so much." She just laughed, and Pen gave you another shot. You looked at the small shot glass that lay beside you. You rubbed your thighs with a slight whine that left your lips. "I hate ever reading that book even though it's so good! I even saved my favorite parts on it." You pushed yourself up and took the third shot for the night. 

Little did you know Jake's eyes had been watching you the entire time. Since the moment he started playing pool with Coyote, he had felt the way you had been looking at him. He felt your eyes burning into him– undressing him– and if he was honest with himself, he enjoyed it. It was rare when you were filled with so much lust and need that you didn't even realize yourself that you were showing it. He knew you weren't as innocent as you looked; however, you would never voice out what you liked. And he didn't mind it one bit. In fact, he loved it whenever he would discover something new about you. Just like at this moment, he had a vague idea of why you were acting the way you were. He accidentally stumbled across a book he had seen you read recently. He got curious about what it was about whenever he saw you, as your reactions were entertaining. So when his curiosity got the better side of him, and he opened it on a marked page, he wasn't expecting what he read. It was a lot to take in that he had to stop himself before getting worked up, but also because it hadn't been something he expected. The details were so vividly written. Just thinking about doing what was written to you made him hot as he pulled at the collar of his naval shirt. He could see the flush that dusted your cheeks even from where he stood. Coyote called out his name; Jake ignored him, passing the pool stick to Bob as he stalked toward you. He could hear Phoenix teasing you and Penny laughing, but he didn't care what they said. You had him worked up, and now he needed you, preferably in the comfort of your home. "What you ladies goin' on about?" He drawled, his hand touched your lower back, and he felt you flinch. He rubbed his thumb on your back and felt how you leaned into him. Reacting to his touch like you usually would. 

"Nothin', Y/n was telling us a funny story." Nat had an amused look on her face, and you glared at her. 

"You don't mind if I steal her from you then?" Jake asked, already knowing the answer as he moved his hand to your waist, pulling you up. You stumbled a bit due to being caught off guard and the alcohol running through your veins. Nat shook her head, and that was all he needed before drawing you out of Hard Deck. 

"Jake," You whined when you were out the doors. "I was still drinking." He moved you towards the truck. 

"I think you've had enough for the night, Darlin'." You shivered at the sound of his southern accent sounding heavier than usual. "Wanna tell me what has been goin' in that pretty little head of yours?" When you reached his truck, he turned you to face him. His green eyes looked darker, and you didn't know if it was from the night or from the lust that dilated his pupils. His hands were firmly on your waist as he looked down at you. You bit your lower lip as you took him in. He looked beautiful, but the silver chain that caught your attention was sending you overboard. You pushed your hands up his chest as your fingers grazed the chain. He watched you curiously as you pulled his dog tags, freeing them from his shirt. Your fingers play with the chain before they move to the tags. "Is it that book you've been reading?" He asked, and you looked at him with wide eyes. He would see the needy look on your face, the way a pout sat on your lips. He watched the conflict in your eyes before you made up your mind. He felt the pull on his dog tags as he was forced to lower his face to you. His eyes widened, not used to the sudden dominance you were showing.

"I need you to fuck me, Jake." He felt your lips move against his. He felt how his blood seemed to rush through his body and straight to his groin. "I want you to use me, baby." He felt the tightness in his pants. "Fuck me rough. Mark me up." You pressed a soft kiss on his lips. "Please," You begged, looking up at him through your lashes. A growl ripped out of Jake's lips, and he gripped your hips tighter. A small whimper left your lips as you felt his fingers dig into your waist. And then it all happened too quickly. He got you in the truck and drove back home. 

_____

You barely made it through the doors when his hands were all over you. He pushed you up against the wall and pressed up against you. You could feel him. How hard he was. A small moan left your lips as he groped your boobs through your shirt. "You did this to yourself." His lips moved against your neck before his teeth sunk into your skin. You let out a small gasp as you gripped his arm, your nails dug into his skin. His name left your lips with a needy cry. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off you before moving to your bra. His fingers traced the lace fabric over your skin, taking in the black color. "Fuck you're so pretty, sunshine." He was tempted to rip your bra. Rip the rest of your clothes, blocking his view of your beautiful body.

"Jake," You gave him a warning tone, already knowing what he was thinking. "You rip my lingerie, and I will cut your dick off." You threatened. He raised an eyebrow as if the temptation was there. He knew you didn't mean it; however, he had ruined a few of your favorite sets.

"Yes, ma'am." He smiled as he lowered himself, placing kisses and allowing his teeth to scrape your skin as he lightly bit you. The goosebumps rose on your skin, and you gripped his hair. Just as he got to the waistband of your jeans, he unbuttoned it. Light feathered kisses on your skin as you threw your head back. He observed you as he slowly pulled your pants down. Your eyes dilated as you looked down at him. He kissed my thighs, and you brought them up, stepping out of your pants. "Look at you," His fingers grazed the front of your black laced underwear. He could feel how wet you were. "All wet for me, and I barely even touched you." He watched as you rocked your hips against his fingers. His other hand gripped your thigh.

"Jake," You whined, needing more. He moved his hands to the back of your knee. Pushing you over his shoulder, he picked you up and marched to your room. A smack echoed in the room, and you felt the burning sensation on your ass. You pushed yourself back up, surprised by his action, while he had a satisfying grin on his lips. He kicked the door open to your room. He didn't even say anything as you dropped him on the bed. You bounced a couple of times as you watched him unbutton his shirt. That look in his eyes made the pit in your stomach flare up. He looked at you like a predator, and you were his prey. He took his shirt off like he was ready to pounce on you, and your eyes racked down his chest. The dog tags hung around his neck and down his chest. You bit your lip as you looked at him, taking in his beauty and how the tags seemed to decorate him. It added to the fuel you had racing through your mind. You moved to your knees, your fingers touching his skin about his waistband as you looked up at him. The doe-eyed look you gave him made Jake groan as he fought the urge to ravage you like the animal he felt. He watched as your fingers undid his pants, your nails scraped his pelvic skin as you pulled his boxers down. He let out a hiss as his cock sprung up and smacked his stomach. You licked your lips as you reached out to grab his throbbing cock. Your thumb ran along the head, rubbing the precum across before you stroked down slowly. 

"Fuck," Jake moaned, and you looked at him through your lashes. He looked down at you with hooded eyes as you pumped back up. His face twisted with pleasure before he grabbed your wrist. "Baby, if you keep touching and looking at me like that, I won't last." He pushed the words out, his tumble rubbing the inside of my wrist. "Tonight, it's going to be about you." He pushed you down, hovering over you as he removed your hands. He used his free hand to move your thigh so he could settle in between your legs. He was slightly rocking himself against you before he pulled back. A frown settled on your lips from the lack of contact. He just had a smirk on his lips. "Take it off, or else they're gonna get ripped." He claimed, motioning to your body. He slipped his pants and boxer off completely, and you wasted no time taking off your underwear and bra. You laid back, watching as his hands wrapped around himself and giving himself a few pumps. His eyes looked at you with such hunger it caused the arousal to gather between your thighs. His hands over the head of his cock as you spread your legs open, showcasing your glistening folds. His nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw. He didn't even bother grabbing a condom as he settled between your thighs. He guided the head of his cock, coating it with your arousal. His left hand rested by your hips as he held himself up. Each time his head rubbed against your clothes, you whimpered. Desperately trying to get him in you, you shifted your hips and gripped his wrist. 

"Jake, please. I need you." You begged, needing him now. He didn't even deny you as he guided himself to your entrance. He didn't even bother prying your hand off his wrist as he held your hip down. He used his hold on you to slip himself in with a full-force thrust. You gasped, back arched as you felt him stretch you open. He forced himself not to close his eyes from the pleasure as he watched the pleasure on your face. Using both hands on your waist, he pulled out all the way, causing a cry to leave your lips before slamming back in. He did that a couple of times, and each time; your reaction drove him crazy. Your nails dug into his skin as you gripped his arm. He moved down to capture your lips, using his right arm to steady himself. The cool metal touched your skin, and you brought his lower lip between your teeth, biting it lightly. Your teeth dragged against his lower lip as he pulled back, and you felt his left hand grip tightly around your waist; you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't leave bruises. He began to move himself in and out of you; the noise of your skins coming into contact echoed in the room. Moaned curses left your lips as your ankles locked behind him. "Jake- fuck- don't," You squeezed your eyes feeling him hit your sweet spot. "Don't stop, please." He groaned, loving to hear your sweet pleas.

You opened your eyes, and a hazy look of pleasure filled your eyes as your gaze lingered on the dog tags that hung between the both of you. You brought your hand up and lightly tugged on it. Jake felt the way you clenched around him. He slowed down, and you looked up at him, ready to complain. "Is this what has been driving you up the walls, princess?" He raised an eyebrow. When you bit your lip and didn't answer, he rocked his hips before pulling out so the tip of his cock rested in your pussy. "Words. Have you been all needy little thing because you've wanted me to fuck you crazy with my tags?" You whined as he pushed himself in a bit. Even if not being in you was torture, Jake needed to hear you say it. You clenched your walls, trying to get him in you. "What did I say? Use your words." The tone in his voice was demanding. You closed your eyes, lip quivering from the lack of him. 

"Jake," You tried to push your hips down, but he held you in place. You knew he wouldn't give you what you needed until you answered him. "Yes," You finally gave in. "I've been wanting you to fuck me with your tags." You looked up at him with hooded lids, and your lashes fluttered against your cheeks.

"See," He trusted himself in you, and you felt full again with him in you. "That's my good girl. It wasn't hard, was it?" You watched as he spun the tags so they would hang on his back, and he felt you clenched down on him hard. "Fuck," He groaned, using his strength to steady himself. "I'm gonna ruin you tonight so this naughty pussy remembers whose it belongs to." He promised, and you felt yourself tense up, knowing that quote a little too well. He licked his lower lip, a smirk dancing on them. You were in for a long night, and you were screwed. He had read your book, specifically the part you had marked.

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Big idiot

Paring: Steve McGarrett x Latina!Reader

Summary: You always knew that Steve was a reckless idiot. One that you couldn't help but adore; however, sometimes you don't know what to do when he tries to hid things from you.

A/N: This take place in season 1 episode 24. There is some mild use of Spanish. It's not much but I hope you guys enjoy it. Much love

"You, my friend," Danny's voice could be heard as the front door opened. "Are an idiot. " A smile pulled at my lips as I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel.

"This again?" Steve groaned, and I bit back a small laugh. "Danno, how many times have we gone through with this? My methods are efficient."

"Efficient?" Danny exclaimed. "Please, they are crazy. "

"You boys arguing again?" I left the kitchen and saw them standing close to the door. They both looked at me as I smiled at them, amused. "What happened this time?" I titled my head to the side and placed my hands on my hips.

"Y/N," Danny pointed at Steve, "A rational person who will agree with me." Steve ignored Danny's comment as he smiled at me. A twinkle in his blue-green eyes as he took three sizable strides, closing the gap between us.

"Hey there, beautiful." His hands found their way around my waist, and he pulled me close.

"Hola, handsome." I could hear a groan from Danny as I placed a quick kiss on Steve's cheek. "Now, why is Danny calling you crazy this time?"

"He's exaggerating." Steve pulled me to his side as he turned to look at Danny. He tilted his head a bit as he gave him a look. I noticed the frown that settled on Danny's lips.

"Is he now?" I raised an eyebrow as I looked back at Steve. "Danny, why is this man an idiot?" I stepped forward and out of Steve's hold as I looked back at Danny. He looked at me with his light blue eyes before he glanced behind me at the man who reached out for me; his fingers lightly touched my arm. He quickly avoided my gaze as he looked down a bit.

"Angel," Steve called for my attention, and that was how I knew this wasn't good. Whatever his idea was, he didn't want me to know.

"Danny," I wasn't going to budge. Steve wasn't going to tell me. He would brush it off, and Danny was the only one who would tell me out of the two. "I'm not gonna ask again."

"He wants to break into the Governor's mansion." Danny's voice was quiet that I barely missed what he was saying. I stood there as I felt their gaze on me and tried to process my thoughts. Process what Danny just said. I bit the inside of my cheek as everything started to make sense.

Steve had been on the edge ever since he started to receive those envelopes. Envelopes that were filled with the evidence his father had left him. Evidence that linked to his father's death. I took a deep breath before I nodded slightly. "I-" I cleared my throat, trying to figure out what to say. Did I have the right to say anything? Steve and I had only been together for six months. "Danny, would you like some fruit?" I decided to change the topic. "I was in the process of cutting the fruit if you like some." I brushed past Steve as I went back to the kitchen. I picked up the knife and returned to cutting half the watermelon I had left. I could hear their soft voices before Danny awkwardly came into the kitchen. He picked at the fruit before he placed a kiss on the side of my head.

"I'm gonna head out," He glanced behind me, and I kept cutting the watermelon. "I gotta do something." He snatched another piece, and I shook my head.

"Here," I looked through the cabinets and pulled out a Tupperware. "Take some with you." He gave me a small smile as I filled it with the mixture of fruit I had cut. "Yo no lo necesito todo. (I don't need it all)" I had been in the craving mood for some, feeling as if the day would end well.

"Thank you," He pulled me into a hug. "You are the best." I gave him a small smile and handed him the container before going back to cutting the bit of watermelon I had left. I was a little too into my thoughts as Danny's words repeated.

"Hijo de puta, (Son of a bitch)" I hissed as I pulled a finger back in pain. The blood slowly started to form around the cut on my finger as I brought it to my mouth.

"Are you okay?" Steve rushed into the kitchen, and I nodded. He pulled my finger out as he looked at my wound before dragging me to the bathroom. "Sit tight. Let me get the first aid kit." He glanced at the wound again as I sat on the toilet seat. He opened the mirror and pulled out the small first aid kit on the lower shelf. I stayed quiet as he moved to sit on the side of the tub. He grabbed my hand and began to work on it. "This might sting a bit." He mumbled as he opened the saline solution cloth and gently wiped the wound. I winced a bit but allowed him to clean the wound. It was quiet between us as he rubbed in some Neosporin and wrapped a band-aid around it.

"Thank you," I said softly as I watched him gently rub the band-aid. He looked up at me and sighed.

"Talk to me." He hooked his finger under my chin and had me meet his gaze. His thumb touched my lower lip as he held eye contact with me. His eyes searched my face, almost begging me to talk to him. To say something. I took a deep breath before closing my eyes.

"I don't like the idea of you breaking into the Governor's," I said softly. "You're doing something dangerous, Steve." I opened my eyes as I began to think of all the possible outcomes of his doing this. None of it went well.

"I have to do this." He cupped my cheeks, and I leaned into his touch. "Something is not right here, and I must find out." I couldn't help but frown as I placed my hands over his.

"I understand that amor," I bit my lower lip. "I understand that you need answers, pero why did you try to hide it from me?"

"To protect you." He answered back as he placed a soft kiss on my lips. "I didn't want you to worry about me, and I didn't want you to be in danger." He moved and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Eres un idiota. (You're an idiot)" I pulled away from his touch. "You can't keep hiding things from me." I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "If this relationship is going to work, I need you to be honest with me. I understand that there are things you won't always be able to tell me, but I need to know what you can." I held his hands in mine as I looked down at them. "I can handle myself, but what will you do when I chase after you because you didn't tell me what you were doing?" The corner of his lips tugged downwards.

"I'm sorry." He held my hands tightly before he brought them up to his lips. He placed a kiss on the back of my knuckles. "You're right. No more secrets." He promised with another kiss on the back of my hand.

"You do what you have to do," I moved to cup his cheeks. "I will be here waiting for you to come back to me. That's all I ask for is that you return to me no matter where you go or what you do."

"I can do that." He flashed me a smile, which I returned with one of my own. " I will always do everything I can to return to you."

"Good." I moved forward and kissed him. His smile grew against my lips, and he pulled me into his lap. A laugh left his lips as I let out a slight surprised noise. "Steve!" I lightly smacked his shoulder before shaking my head at him. His beautiful ocean-blue eyes gleamed with contentment as the green specks seemed to glow a little more. He held me tightly by my waist as he looked up at me. I moved my arms around his shoulders and ran my fingers through his neck.

"You look beautiful today." His fingers moved up my shirt, touching the slightly exposed skin.

"Don't even think about it, buddy." I patted his shoulder as I pushed myself off his lap. "You're not gonna get that lucky today." He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side as if this was a challenge for him. I shook my head and moved away from his touch, which caused him to stand up. "Steve, I'm serious." I pointed a finger at him and took a step back. He gave me that smile as if he wouldn't take me seriously. "Please," I gave him a slight pout, "I prepared some food so we could enjoy it."

"Only because you asked so nicely." He raised his hand as if he was giving to my demands. I smiled as I held his hand out to him.

"I had a huge craving for something fruity," He took my hand as I pulled him with me to the kitchen. "And I think I might have gone too overboard on the shopping." I could hear the small laugh he let lose from his nose as he took in the fruit I had yet to cut.

"Little?" He raised an eyebrow. I smiled as I bit my lip and plopped a mango into my mouth. I shrugged and held a melon up to his lips. He didn't fight it as he opened his mouth and took the piece. He let out a slight hum as he nodded.

"Good, right?" He reached for another piece. He mumbled as he shoved the other piece in his mouth. "So worth it then." I took a strawberry and bit into it; a small moan left my lips as the sweetness of the strawberry filled my tastebuds. Steve pulled me into a kiss, and I didn't fight him as I moved my arms around his neck. I pushed myself up on my tippy toes and leaned into him. I hummed into the kiss as I felt his tongue touch mine as he deepened the kiss. He pulled back and smiled as I clung to him.

"Definitely worth it." He winked at me. I bit my lip and shook my head as I pushed him away.

"You're a big idiot." I plopped the rest of the strawberry in my mouth.

"Your big idiot." He took another fruit.

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Just something about this makes me crazy..... Fuuuuuuck 😫😖

when men roll up their sleeves and show their slutty little forearms i wither away like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time

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Strawberry Kisses

Paring: Jake Seresin x F!Reader

Summary: The way you tasted was one of Jake's favorites. You never failed to taste like strawberries with each kiss, so sweet and rich. It has always been hard for him when he's away, but all he thinks about is how you taste; not even the strawberries can satisfy the craving unless it's you.

Warning: Slight smut, like very slight

Jake had been gone for six months and was missing his favorite girl. All he could think about was how your lips tasted against his, that strawberry flavor he had grown accustomed to. Jake never realized how much he needed to taste that flavor again until he saw you running towards him. He couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips as he dropped his bag on the ground and held his arms open for you. Once you were at arm's length, you jumped up and right into his arms. He stumbled back as a laugh left his lips.

"Woah there, sunshine." He felt your lips kiss his face, ensuring you got every inch of his face. His hands found their way to the side of your thighs as he rubbed the exposed skin from your sun dress. "Miss me that bad?" He asked when you pulled back; a huge smile sat on your lips as you cupped his face.

"Greatly." You answered honestly, eyes scanning his face as you took him in. Trying to embed a picture of him in your mind. Your thumbs rubbed against the apples of his cheeks, and he could see that beautiful shimmer in your eyes. He loved how your eyes shined when they were on him, all full of love. Then his eyes drifted to your lips. All rosy and full to their glory, and then he was reminded of the taste of them. The way they felt around him- all warm and soft. And before he could say anything, a voice drew your attention away.

"Why don't you greet me with the same excitement?" He wanted to roll his eyes at Rooster's voice as he glanced over his shoulder. Next to him stood the rest of the dagger team. When you moved to get down, you gave Jake a quick peck on the lips, barely giving him enough time to enough you. He didn't hide his annoyance as he allowed your feet to touch the ground again. Rooster seemed entertained by the reaction he was getting from his fellow friend.

"I'm glad you guys are all back." You stepped away from Jake as you went to hug the rest of his team. He couldn't be annoyed with Rooster's actions as he knew you loved his team, but there were days that he wished they would get the hint. Today is one of them. He just wanted you to himself. Feel your skin against his. Have your lips. Anything he could get after being away from you for six months.

"Glad to be back on land." Bob smiled at you before Phoenix took your attention away. The only other girl who you indeed hung out with.

"Strawberry!" She held her arms out, and you didn't hesitate to hug her as you swayed. "We should be allowed to take you with us each time we have to leave." She grumbled, teasingly smiling as she looked at Jake, who stood behind you, unamused. "Six months away from you made Bagman a pain in all our asses." A giggle left your lips as you heard the groans that slipped out of the rest of the dagger team, all agreeing with Nat. "We just need to carry you in our pocket." Jake's lips quired up as he rolled his eyes. He knew his team was annoyed with him as he missed you more than he expected. It also didn't help when he got those beautiful photos from you, even if you felt like a mess. God, he had missed you so much.

"Alright," He waved them off, knowing if he allowed it, they would keep going. "Can I have my girl back?" You turned to look at him to see his hand held out for you. A slightly annoyed look on his face as he shot Bradley and Coyote a glare as they laughed. You took his hand, and the moment your palms touched, he pulled you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you tightly as you tried not to laugh. Since dating Jake, he was never afraid to show affection for you, especially when he returned from his deployment. You rested your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. "Hello, Sunshine." He flashed you that beautiful smile as your arms wrapped around him.

"Hey, Jake." You said softly, enjoying the time in his arms.

"How about we get out of here," He curled a piece of your hair behind your ear. "And let me show you just how much I missed you?" His voice was low, and that look in his eyes sent a shiver down your back. Your cheeks flared as you gave him a bashful smile. His team groaned, making you flush even more. His smile widened at your reaction, loving how shy you got with him. An effect that he firmly had over you.

"I'm gonna throw up." Rooster's comment didn't phase Jake; he winked at you. You rolled your eyes and slightly pushed him before taking his hand and interlocking your fingers.

"I'll see you guys this weekend." You gave them a quick wave as Jake dragged you to his truck. He didn't waste any more time as he moved around the people still there. He wanted you alone. You couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness as you followed behind. "Baby," You called out for him as he hummed, his truck coming into view. "Slow down." He glanced down at you and slowed down as they were a few feet from the car.

Once he was near, he threw his bag in the truck bed before pushing you into the truck. He kissed your lips with so much need. The action caught you off guard as you gasped into the kiss. His tongue darted into your mouth, and he groaned as he tasted you. The sweetness of the strawberries as he pushed himself up on you. You kissed him back, hands moving behind his neck as you pulled him down. His hand cupped the back of your neck while his other hand held you firmly. He pushed his leg in between yours and pushed against you. At the contact, a moan left your lips. His lips moved down to your jaw until they reached your neck. Everything about you tasted sweet.

"Jake," You dug your nails lightly into his neck. "We can't do this here." You tried to push him off, but in all honesty, you didn't want him to stop. You wanted him to keep going. You felt your hips rock a bit on his thigh.

"You're the one moving." He pulled back, a teasing smirk on his face as he took in your rosy cheeks. Your lips plumed from the kissing and the way they parted. The needy look in your eyes as you looked up at him. He licked his lower lip, his fingers digging into your waist as you whined softly. "How about we head home," A soft kiss was pressed on your lips. "and continue this so I can hear the way you call out my name as I taste every inch of you." You batted your lashes at him, and he had to bite back the groan as you looked so fuckable.

"Okay," Your voice was soft as he moved away. He opened the door, and you got in, rubbing your legs together for some sort of relief. He quickly closed the door and wasted no time jogging to the other side as he got in. When he started the car and out of the parking lot, his hand rested on the exposed skin of your thighs. He glanced down at you when movement caught his eyes and couldn't help the small laugh that left his lips. You looked at him, confused, as you took a bit of the strawberry in hand, trying to get your mind off the previous events and the feeling of his hand on your skin.

"God," He stopped at a red light and stole a kiss. He felt your hand reach up to cup his cheek as you kissed him back, and he couldn't help but groan. "You and fucking strawberries. I missed this taste." He pressed another soft kiss before the light turned green. "So fucking much." He hitched his hand up higher on your thigh before squeezing it, earning a gasp from your lips. He licked his lips, tasting the sweetness driving him crazy the last six months.

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Together {3}

Paring: Derek Morgan x Latina!reader

Summary: You had a big surprise for him. So when you and Derek go and visit his mother for her birthday, you figured it would be the best way to tell them. To tell his family; however, things don't go as planned when Derek gets arrested. Memories flood the both of you as you figured out how to fight this nightmare together.

Tigger warning: mention of sexual assault and abuse.

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"I'm fine. I'm just," You cleared your throat as you forced the lump you felt in your throat down. "Tired. This whole thing has me on edge, and I haven't been able to rest." You lied perfectly through your teeth. 

You couldn't seem weak. 

Or Broken.

Not now.

You were instantly hugged when you arrived at Derek's mom's house. His mom held you tightly, whispering how she was worried about you. Sarah and Desiree stood close behind, and you could see it in their eyes. They were suffering, just like you were. "I'm sorry." You wrapped your arms around her.

"Did you eat? Where did you go?" She placed a hand on your shoulders, pulling back from the hug. Her eyes searched your face as she touched your cheek. "Oh honey," You knew she could tell you were exhausted. You were drained even if you gave them your best smile. "You look tired." 

"I'm fine." You reassured her. You didn't want to add more to their worries. Soft steps behind you reminded you who else tagged along. You cleared your throat and slightly moved away. "Right, uhm," You looked at Emily and Reid, who waited outside the door. "These people are here to talk about Derek. They work with him, and they're here to help." You motioned them in.

"I hope you don't mind if we ask you all a few questions about Morgan." Emily took a step inside the house. Her eyes quickly glanced around before looking back at Derek's mom. "It shouldn't take too long. We need to understand why this is happening." You felt the way Derek's mom shifted closer to you. You smiled at her as you rubbed her arm.

"I'm gonna go shower." You excused yourself and went to the room. You grabbed some clothes, took a hoodie from Derek, and went straight for the bathroom. You turned on the water and allowed it to run as you sat on the toilet seat. Hands in your lap as you looked at them, nails digging into the side of your fingers.

"Nadie te va a amar como yo. (No one is going to love you like I do)" His voice sounded so close to your ear as you squeezed them shut. You could feel his hands touch the side of your arms as the goosebumps rose and the way he kissed the side of your neck. The bile was stuck in your throat as you were too scared to move. To say anything as his fingers played with the hem of your shirt. "I love you the way you should be loved." You were too scared to move. 

A small yell caused you to snap out of your thoughts. You shook your head and got in the shower. You could feel the lingering touch of his fingers on your skin. The kisses he had placed on your neck, and you grabbed the rag and scrubbed your body. You scrubbed the places where you felt his touches until your skin was red. You scrubbed until it hurt. You hated this feeling as you knew it wasn't happening. It was all just memories; you were away from him but couldn't help but feel disgusted. As the warm water hits your skin, you let out a slight hiss from the irritation. You ignored it as you went on to wash your hair.

When you had finished showering, you changed and walked out. You could feel the tension in the air. Your eyes traveled to each one of them. Reid quietly looked through the book filled with Derek's things. Emily was no longer here, along with the other detective. Fran got up when she saw you; she moved past Desiree. "Let me warm you some food up." She didn't wait for an answer as she started to cook something quick. 

"How are you feeling?" Sarah's eyes took me in as you neared the table. 

"Tired." You told her as you pulled out a chair. "Just ready for this to all be over." You didn't have the energy in you at the moment. It seemed now that you were in the safety of his mom's house; it was drained out of you, and all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball. Sarah didn't push anymore, and Desiree placed a glass of water before you. You looked at it before looking up at her. She touched your shoulder and slightly nodded before moving to the couch. Fran placed a plate down, and you took in the scrambled eggs. The plate also had some toast, fruit, and cherry tomatoes cut in half. The smell of the eggs caused a cry of hunger from your stomach as you placed a hand over your stomach. Reid observed you. The way you lightly rubbed your stomach, a flash of emotion crossed your eyes. It seemed like you huddled in the sweater that was too big on you, which he assumed was Derek's. And then, when you took a bit of the egg and frowned, a hand covering your mouth, it all clicked in his mind.

"You're pregnant." Reid put down a photo he had in his hand. Your head snapped over to him so quickly you thought you pulled a muscle as you looked at him with wide eyes. "It explains why you were very emotional at the precinct." You could tell he was ready to list all the facts that made him assume why you were pregnant, so you stopped him before he could. You held a hand up and forced yourself to swallow the egg. The taste did cause a slight stir in your stomach, but you had refused to give in to the chances of throwing up. 

"Reid," You gave him a slight glare. "If you open your mouth about this to anyone else, I will kill you and get away with it." Your threat was empty, but Reid knew better either way. He curled his lips in and gave you a nod.

"Got it," He placed a finger up to his lips. "I won't say a thing." 

"Thank you." You sighed and looked back at the food in front of you. Your appetite was lost, but you knew that you had to eat. Willing yourself to keep eating, you silently listened to the small talk his sisters would engage with Reid. Derek's mom sat beside you, joining in and glancing at you, ensuring you were okay. It was clear that Derek's sisters were worried for you as well, but none of them wanted to push you, worried about how you would react. It was stressful, and they didn't want to add any more stress to you.

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You gripped Derek's hoodie close to your chest. You waited outside for Hotch and Gideon but, at the same time, tried to avoid Derek's family. You knew they were worried when they had to wake you up, saying you had been crying in your sleep and calling out to stop. You could see the questioning look in their gaze that you were glad to have the call interrupt them. When you answered, and Hotch told you that Derek had escaped, your heart dropped. You were worried because this wouldn't look good on him, but before your worries could get out of hand, he told you that he knew where he was. Hotch also said he would need you to accompany them, and you got ready. The hoodie kept you warm, but you still felt cold as you pulled on a sweater. When the SUV pulled up, you didn't wait as you rushed over. You heard the door unlocked and jumped in the back seat. "Where is he?" You asked as Hotch sped off. 

"At the youth center. We are meeting CPD there." You knew Derek went there a lot to visit the kids, but when you asked him about Carl– the man who helped him– you could see how he would push the pain that painted his eyes. There was something that Derek hadn't told you about that place, about his past, but you never pushed it. You always waited until he was ready to tell you, just like he told you about the little boy he found at 15. "He's going to need your support." It was a weight on your chest. You didn't like that Derek was taking on so much alone. You knew working at the BAU took a mental toll on him, but he never showed it. You felt the lump in your throat as you neared the youth center. 

Just as Hotch pulled close, you didn't even wait for the car to stop as you jumped out. You stumbled out as you rushed through the front doors. Hotch and Gideon follow behind you as you hear Derek's voice. The pain it held only made you push towards him faster. "God, I was so afraid of you." A hand grabbed your arm, slowing you down as you tried to pull away. You looked over your shoulder, and Hotch shook his head. "I was afraid of the police, afraid of losing everything I was gaining, but that's how you work, isn't it." You could hear the resentment build up in his voice. "You make sure there's a hell of a lot to lose, don't you." 

"I don't know whatcha think you remember." A new voice spoke up; you could only assume it was Carl.

"No, no, no. See, it's not what I remember that's gonna hurt you, Carl. Our business is over way too long ago to matter. You're protected by a statute of limitations; that's my fault." You knew you were being held back so that CPD could hear it themselves. Hear that this wasn't Derek's fault. 

"Then good night." Carl didn't seem phased by whatever Derek was hinting at. 

"You set me up." Hotch gave you a look as you frowned. You nodded and shook him off as he released his hold on you. "You knew Damien Walters wanted James to call me about you. So you killed him? You killed him because you knew I'd come after you, didn't you?" You close your eyes as you take in a shaky breath. You hated hearing the slight weaver in Derek's voice because you knew he was trying not to break. 

"Now you're just talkin' crazy."

"God, I should have told somebody about you when I was a kid!" You heard him move as he raised his voice. "When you were helping me." You could hear the mocking tone in his voice. "Well, you know what happens in cases like this? Once that dam breaks, the flood comes. One kid steps up– just one– and then another one, and another because they're not scared of you anymore. They know they're not alone." You finally understood why Derek always looked slightly hateful when Carl was ever mentioned. His voice always had a slightly distasteful sound as he changed the topic. "James Barfield is your dam."

"Whatever lies James told you-" Carl raised his voice as he needed to defend himself.

"They're not lies!" Derek yelled. "You did the same thing to me!" The tears stung your eyes as you had to fight the urge to cry. 

"I did nothing to you. To James." 

"One by one. They're gonna pile up until there's so many accusations, you can't say that they're all lies." 

"Do you have any idea how many kids I helped get out of this neighborhood?" Carl now stopped denying it. A conceited tone in his voice. "How many lives I've provided." You couldn't help the disgusted look that crossed your face as you let out a quiet scoff. That son of bitch sounded so full of himself. It was like he was on a high and mighty chair, and nothing would bring him down. "Look at you. You'd probably be dead by now."

"Yeah," Derek's voice broke. "Well, it wasn't for free, was it?" 

"I pulled you out of the gutter," Carl said as if he was the reason why Derek was the man he was. Trying to take credit for all the good Derek has done as if it were his. 

"I pulled myself out of the gutter, all the way to the FBI!" Derek raised his voice. "I did that!" You couldn't help the tears that slipped down your cheek. 

"You sayin' I had nothin' to do with making you who you are?" Carl sounded angry as if Derek was denying him the credit he deserved.

"No, Carl," Derek's voice was calm, and you knew it was taking a lot for him not to lash out. To not break. "Actually, I'm saying you have everything to do with making me who I am. Because of you, I'm somebody who gets to spend the rest of his life making sure guys like you go down."

"Look, Derek, I never hurt you. You could have said no." 

"You're under arrest, Carl."

"I've helped a lot of kids," Carl tried to defend himself. "The neighborhood won't be the same without me! It's gonna be worse without the center!" You could hear the cuffs being placed on him as you moved closer to the door. Your eyes landed on Derek's back.

"Somebody will keep this center running." Carl resisted the detectives. "The neighborhood will. I will." You understood why Hotch brought you here.

"Wait, wait!" Carl tried to pull his arms from behind him. "Derek, isn't there something you can do for me?" You narrowed your eyes on the man, astonished he had the audacity to demand something like that from Derek.

"You go to hell." You watched as Carl was pulled out. He walked past you, and you had to remind yourself not to lash out. You felt the need to give that man a bit of what was on your mind, but you didn't. And when Gordinski followed behind them, a small excuse me leaving his lips as he moved around you, your eyes landed on Derek's figure again. He turned around, and you saw the tears he held back as he looked at you and the two men behind you. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, not saying a word. You knew he didn't want anyone to see him like this; you didn't blame him. 

"Derek," You said softly as you stepped towards him, cleaning the tears from your face. When he didn't respond, you called out for him again. "Derek." You reached out and grabbed his hands, balled into a fist. You moved to cup his cheeks. "Cariño, mírame (dear, look at me)" You spoke softly, trying to draw his attention to you. He opened his eyes slowly and looked down at you. You could see the pain in his eyes. "You are so strong and have every right to feel those emotions." His hand moved to your side. You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hugged him. "I believe you, amor, (love) and I'm so sorry you had to deal with this alone." He took in a shaky breath as he held onto you tightly. "We will get through this together." You promised him softly as you kissed his temple. 

"Together." He said softly and you could feel the way he shook as he cried quietly into your shoulder.

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Together {3}

Paring: Derek Morgan x Latina!reader

Summary: You had a big surprise for him. So when you and Derek go and visit his mother for her birthday, you figured it would be the best way to tell them. To tell his family; however, things don't go as planned when Derek gets arrested. Memories flood the both of you as you figured out how to fight this nightmare together.

Tigger warning: mention of sexual assault and abuse.

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You were instantly hugged when you arrived at Derek's mom's house. His mom held you tightly, whispering how she was worried about you. Sarah and Desiree stood close behind, and you could see it in their eyes. They were suffering, just like you were. "I'm sorry." You wrapped your arms around her.

"Did you eat? Where did you go?" She placed a hand on your shoulders, pulling back from the hug. Her eyes searched your face as she touched your cheek. "Oh honey," You knew she could tell you were exhausted. You were drained even if you gave them your best smile. "You look tired." 

"I'm fine." You reassured her. You didn't want to add more to their worries. Soft steps behind you reminded you who else tagged along. You cleared your throat and slightly moved away. "Right, uhm," You looked at Emily and Reid, who waited outside the door. "These people are here to talk about Derek. They work with him, and they're here to help." You motioned them in.

"I hope you don't mind if we ask you all a few questions about Morgan." Emily took a step inside the house. Her eyes quickly glanced around before looking back at Derek's mom. "It shouldn't take too long. We need to understand why this is happening." You felt the way Derek's mom shifted closer to you. You smiled at her as you rubbed her arm.

"I'm gonna go shower." You excused yourself and went to the room. You grabbed some clothes, took a hoodie from Derek, and went straight for the bathroom. You turned on the water and allowed it to run as you sat on the toilet seat. Hands in your lap as you looked at them, nails digging into the side of your fingers.

"Nadie te va a amar como yo. (No one is going to love you like I do)" His voice sounded so close to your ear as you squeezed them shut. You could feel his hands touch the side of your arms as the goosebumps rose and the way he kissed the side of your neck. The bile was stuck in your throat as you were too scared to move. To say anything as his fingers played with the hem of your shirt. "I love you the way you should be loved." You were too scared to move. 

A small yell caused you to snap out of your thoughts. You shook your head and got in the shower. You could feel the lingering touch of his fingers on your skin. The kisses he had placed on your neck, and you grabbed the rag and scrubbed your body. You scrubbed the places where you felt his touches until your skin was red. You scrubbed until it hurt. You hated this feeling as you knew it wasn't happening. It was all just memories; you were away from him but couldn't help but feel disgusted. As the warm water hits your skin, you let out a slight hiss from the irritation. You ignored it as you went on to wash your hair.

When you had finished showering, you changed and walked out. You could feel the tension in the air. Your eyes traveled to each one of them. Reid quietly looked through the book filled with Derek's things. Emily was no longer here, along with the other detective. Fran got up when she saw you; she moved past Desiree. "Let me warm you some food up." She didn't wait for an answer as she started to cook something quick. 

"How are you feeling?" Sarah's eyes took me in as you neared the table. 

"Tired." You told her as you pulled out a chair. "Just ready for this to all be over." You didn't have the energy in you at the moment. It seemed now that you were in the safety of his mom's house; it was drained out of you, and all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball. Sarah didn't push anymore, and Desiree placed a glass of water before you. You looked at it before looking up at her. She touched your shoulder and slightly nodded before moving to the couch. Fran placed a plate down, and you took in the scrambled eggs. The plate also had some toast, fruit, and cherry tomatoes cut in half. The smell of the eggs caused a cry of hunger from your stomach as you placed a hand over your stomach. Reid observed you. The way you lightly rubbed your stomach, a flash of emotion crossed your eyes. It seemed like you huddled in the sweater that was too big on you, which he assumed was Derek's. And then, when you took a bit of the egg and frowned, a hand covering your mouth, it all clicked in his mind.

"You're pregnant." Reid put down a photo he had in his hand. Your head snapped over to him so quickly you thought you pulled a muscle as you looked at him with wide eyes. "It explains why you were very emotional at the precinct." You could tell he was ready to list all the facts that made him assume why you were pregnant, so you stopped him before he could. You held a hand up and forced yourself to swallow the egg. The taste did cause a slight stir in your stomach, but you had refused to give in to the chances of throwing up. 

"Reid," You gave him a slight glare. "If you open your mouth about this to anyone else, I will kill you and get away with it." Your threat was empty, but Reid knew better either way. He curled his lips in and gave you a nod.

"Got it," He placed a finger up to his lips. "I won't say a thing." 

"Thank you." You sighed and looked back at the food in front of you. Your appetite was lost, but you knew that you had to eat. Willing yourself to keep eating, you silently listened to the small talk his sisters would engage with Reid. Derek's mom sat beside you, joining in and glancing at you, ensuring you were okay. It was clear that Derek's sisters were worried for you as well, but none of them wanted to push you, worried about how you would react. It was stressful, and they didn't want to add any more stress to you.

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You gripped Derek's hoodie close to your chest. You waited outside for Hotch and Gideon but, at the same time, tried to avoid Derek's family. You knew they were worried when they had to wake you up, saying you had been crying in your sleep and calling out to stop. You could see the questioning look in their gaze that you were glad to have the call interrupt them. When you answered, and Hotch told you that Derek had escaped, your heart dropped. You were worried because this wouldn't look good on him, but before your worries could get out of hand, he told you that he knew where he was. Hotch also said he would need you to accompany them, and you got ready. The hoodie kept you warm, but you still felt cold as you pulled on a sweater. When the SUV pulled up, you didn't wait as you rushed over. You heard the door unlocked and jumped in the back seat. "Where is he?" You asked as Hotch sped off. 

"At the youth center. We are meeting CPD there." You knew Derek went there a lot to visit the kids, but when you asked him about Carl– the man who helped him– you could see how he would push the pain that painted his eyes. There was something that Derek hadn't told you about that place, about his past, but you never pushed it. You always waited until he was ready to tell you, just like he told you about the little boy he found at 15. "He's going to need your support." It was a weight on your chest. You didn't like that Derek was taking on so much alone. You knew working at the BAU took a mental toll on him, but he never showed it. You felt the lump in your throat as you neared the youth center. 

Just as Hotch pulled close, you didn't even wait for the car to stop as you jumped out. You stumbled out as you rushed through the front doors. Hotch and Gideon follow behind you as you hear Derek's voice. The pain it held only made you push towards him faster. "God, I was so afraid of you." A hand grabbed your arm, slowing you down as you tried to pull away. You looked over your shoulder, and Hotch shook his head. "I was afraid of the police, afraid of losing everything I was gaining, but that's how you work, isn't it." You could hear the resentment build up in his voice. "You make sure there's a hell of a lot to lose, don't you." 

"I don't know whatcha think you remember." A new voice spoke up; you could only assume it was Carl.

"No, no, no. See, it's not what I remember that's gonna hurt you, Carl. Our business is over way too long ago to matter. You're protected by a statute of limitations; that's my fault." You knew you were being held back so that CPD could hear it themselves. Hear that this wasn't Derek's fault. 

"Then good night." Carl didn't seem phased by whatever Derek was hinting at. 

"You set me up." Hotch gave you a look as you frowned. You nodded and shook him off as he released his hold on you. "You knew Damien Walters wanted James to call me about you. So you killed him? You killed him because you knew I'd come after you, didn't you?" You close your eyes as you take in a shaky breath. You hated hearing the slight weaver in Derek's voice because you knew he was trying not to break. 

"Now you're just talkin' crazy."

"God, I should have told somebody about you when I was a kid!" You heard him move as he raised his voice. "When you were helping me." You could hear the mocking tone in his voice. "Well, you know what happens in cases like this? Once that dam breaks, the flood comes. One kid steps up– just one– and then another one, and another because they're not scared of you anymore. They know they're not alone." You finally understood why Derek always looked slightly hateful when Carl was ever mentioned. His voice always had a slightly distasteful sound as he changed the topic. "James Barfield is your dam."

"Whatever lies James told you-" Carl raised his voice as he needed to defend himself.

"They're not lies!" Derek yelled. "You did the same thing to me!" The tears stung your eyes as you had to fight the urge to cry. 

"I did nothing to you. To James." 

"One by one. They're gonna pile up until there's so many accusations, you can't say that they're all lies." 

"Do you have any idea how many kids I helped get out of this neighborhood?" Carl now stopped denying it. A conceited tone in his voice. "How many lives I've provided." You couldn't help the disgusted look that crossed your face as you let out a quiet scoff. That son of bitch sounded so full of himself. It was like he was on a high and mighty chair, and nothing would bring him down. "Look at you. You'd probably be dead by now."

"Yeah," Derek's voice broke. "Well, it wasn't for free, was it?" 

"I pulled you out of the gutter," Carl said as if he was the reason why Derek was the man he was. Trying to take credit for all the good Derek has done as if it were his. 

"I pulled myself out of the gutter, all the way to the FBI!" Derek raised his voice. "I did that!" You couldn't help the tears that slipped down your cheek. 

"You sayin' I had nothin' to do with making you who you are?" Carl sounded angry as if Derek was denying him the credit he deserved.

"No, Carl," Derek's voice was calm, and you knew it was taking a lot for him not to lash out. To not break. "Actually, I'm saying you have everything to do with making me who I am. Because of you, I'm somebody who gets to spend the rest of his life making sure guys like you go down."

"Look, Derek, I never hurt you. You could have said no." 

"You're under arrest, Carl."

"I've helped a lot of kids," Carl tried to defend himself. "The neighborhood won't be the same without me! It's gonna be worse without the center!" You could hear the cuffs being placed on him as you moved closer to the door. Your eyes landed on Derek's back.

"Somebody will keep this center running." Carl resisted the detectives. "The neighborhood will. I will." You understood why Hotch brought you here.

"Wait, wait!" Carl tried to pull his arms from behind him. "Derek, isn't there something you can do for me?" You narrowed your eyes on the man, astonished he had the audacity to demand something like that from Derek.

"You go to hell." You watched as Carl was pulled out. He walked past you, and you had to remind yourself not to lash out. You felt the need to give that man a bit of what was on your mind, but you didn't. And when Gordinski followed behind them, a small excuse me leaving his lips as he moved around you, your eyes landed on Derek's figure again. He turned around, and you saw the tears he held back as he looked at you and the two men behind you. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, not saying a word. You knew he didn't want anyone to see him like this; you didn't blame him. 

"Derek," You said softly as you stepped towards him, cleaning the tears from your face. When he didn't respond, you called out for him again. "Derek." You reached out and grabbed his hands, balled into a fist. You moved to cup his cheeks. "Cariño, mírame (dear, look at me)" You spoke softly, trying to draw his attention to you. He opened his eyes slowly and looked down at you. You could see the pain in his eyes. "You are so strong and have every right to feel those emotions." His hand moved to your side. You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hugged him. "I believe you, amor, (love) and I'm so sorry you had to deal with this alone." He took in a shaky breath as he held onto you tightly. "We will get through this together." You promised him softly as you kissed his temple. 

"Together." He said softly and you could feel the way he shook as he cried quietly into your shoulder.

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Top Gun Masterlist

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

What are you doing to me?

Since the first moment Jake laid eyes on you, you had his attention. Little did he know that you were going to change in every possible way he didn't see coming. (Possible series)

Strawberry Kisses

The way you tasted was one of Jake's favorites. You never failed to taste like strawberries with each kiss, so sweet and rich. It has always been hard for him when he's away, but all he thinks about is how you taste; not even the strawberries can satisfy the craving unless it's you.

Dog Tags

Where reading a book has you fantasying about Jake and his dog tags as he has his way with you.

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Strawberry Kisses

Paring: Jake Seresin x F!Reader

Summary: The way you tasted was one of Jake's favorites. You never failed to taste like strawberries with each kiss, so sweet and rich. It has always been hard for him when he's away, but all he thinks about is how you taste; not even the strawberries can satisfy the craving unless it's you.

Warning: Slight smut, like very slight

Jake had been gone for six months and was missing his favorite girl. All he could think about was how your lips tasted against his, that strawberry flavor he had grown accustomed to. Jake never realized how much he needed to taste that flavor again until he saw you running towards him. He couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips as he dropped his bag on the ground and held his arms open for you. Once you were at arm's length, you jumped up and right into his arms. He stumbled back as a laugh left his lips.

"Woah there, sunshine." He felt your lips kiss his face, ensuring you got every inch of his face. His hands found their way to the side of your thighs as he rubbed the exposed skin from your sun dress. "Miss me that bad?" He asked when you pulled back; a huge smile sat on your lips as you cupped his face.

"Greatly." You answered honestly, eyes scanning his face as you took him in. Trying to embed a picture of him in your mind. Your thumbs rubbed against the apples of his cheeks, and he could see that beautiful shimmer in your eyes. He loved how your eyes shined when they were on him, all full of love. Then his eyes drifted to your lips. All rosy and full to their glory, and then he was reminded of the taste of them. The way they felt around him- all warm and soft. And before he could say anything, a voice drew your attention away.

"Why don't you greet me with the same excitement?" He wanted to roll his eyes at Rooster's voice as he glanced over his shoulder. Next to him stood the rest of the dagger team. When you moved to get down, you gave Jake a quick peck on the lips, barely giving him enough time to enough you. He didn't hide his annoyance as he allowed your feet to touch the ground again. Rooster seemed entertained by the reaction he was getting from his fellow friend.

"I'm glad you guys are all back." You stepped away from Jake as you went to hug the rest of his team. He couldn't be annoyed with Rooster's actions as he knew you loved his team, but there were days that he wished they would get the hint. Today is one of them. He just wanted you to himself. Feel your skin against his. Have your lips. Anything he could get after being away from you for six months.

"Glad to be back on land." Bob smiled at you before Phoenix took your attention away. The only other girl who you indeed hung out with.

"Strawberry!" She held her arms out, and you didn't hesitate to hug her as you swayed. "We should be allowed to take you with us each time we have to leave." She grumbled, teasingly smiling as she looked at Jake, who stood behind you, unamused. "Six months away from you made Bagman a pain in all our asses." A giggle left your lips as you heard the groans that slipped out of the rest of the dagger team, all agreeing with Nat. "We just need to carry you in our pocket." Jake's lips quired up as he rolled his eyes. He knew his team was annoyed with him as he missed you more than he expected. It also didn't help when he got those beautiful photos from you, even if you felt like a mess. God, he had missed you so much.

"Alright," He waved them off, knowing if he allowed it, they would keep going. "Can I have my girl back?" You turned to look at him to see his hand held out for you. A slightly annoyed look on his face as he shot Bradley and Coyote a glare as they laughed. You took his hand, and the moment your palms touched, he pulled you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you tightly as you tried not to laugh. Since dating Jake, he was never afraid to show affection for you, especially when he returned from his deployment. You rested your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. "Hello, Sunshine." He flashed you that beautiful smile as your arms wrapped around him.

"Hey, Jake." You said softly, enjoying the time in his arms.

"How about we get out of here," He curled a piece of your hair behind your ear. "And let me show you just how much I missed you?" His voice was low, and that look in his eyes sent a shiver down your back. Your cheeks flared as you gave him a bashful smile. His team groaned, making you flush even more. His smile widened at your reaction, loving how shy you got with him. An effect that he firmly had over you.

"I'm gonna throw up." Rooster's comment didn't phase Jake; he winked at you. You rolled your eyes and slightly pushed him before taking his hand and interlocking your fingers.

"I'll see you guys this weekend." You gave them a quick wave as Jake dragged you to his truck. He didn't waste any more time as he moved around the people still there. He wanted you alone. You couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness as you followed behind. "Baby," You called out for him as he hummed, his truck coming into view. "Slow down." He glanced down at you and slowed down as they were a few feet from the car.

Once he was near, he threw his bag in the truck bed before pushing you into the truck. He kissed your lips with so much need. The action caught you off guard as you gasped into the kiss. His tongue darted into your mouth, and he groaned as he tasted you. The sweetness of the strawberries as he pushed himself up on you. You kissed him back, hands moving behind his neck as you pulled him down. His hand cupped the back of your neck while his other hand held you firmly. He pushed his leg in between yours and pushed against you. At the contact, a moan left your lips. His lips moved down to your jaw until they reached your neck. Everything about you tasted sweet.

"Jake," You dug your nails lightly into his neck. "We can't do this here." You tried to push him off, but in all honesty, you didn't want him to stop. You wanted him to keep going. You felt your hips rock a bit on his thigh.

"You're the one moving." He pulled back, a teasing smirk on his face as he took in your rosy cheeks. Your lips plumed from the kissing and the way they parted. The needy look in your eyes as you looked up at him. He licked his lower lip, his fingers digging into your waist as you whined softly. "How about we head home," A soft kiss was pressed on your lips. "and continue this so I can hear the way you call out my name as I taste every inch of you." You batted your lashes at him, and he had to bite back the groan as you looked so fuckable.

"Okay," Your voice was soft as he moved away. He opened the door, and you got in, rubbing your legs together for some sort of relief. He quickly closed the door and wasted no time jogging to the other side as he got in. When he started the car and out of the parking lot, his hand rested on the exposed skin of your thighs. He glanced down at you when movement caught his eyes and couldn't help the small laugh that left his lips. You looked at him, confused, as you took a bit of the strawberry in hand, trying to get your mind off the previous events and the feeling of his hand on your skin.

"God," He stopped at a red light and stole a kiss. He felt your hand reach up to cup his cheek as you kissed him back, and he couldn't help but groan. "You and fucking strawberries. I missed this taste." He pressed another soft kiss before the light turned green. "So fucking much." He hitched his hand up higher on your thigh before squeezing it, earning a gasp from your lips. He licked his lips, tasting the sweetness driving him crazy the last six months.

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Master List

Criminal Minds

Top Gun

Hawaii Five 0

Supernatural

Marvel

The Walking Dead

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It's gonna be okay [1]

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Latina!reader

Summary: You and Bucky cross paths through some turn of events, but he keeps you hidden instead of killing you off like he was assigned. There was something about you that he couldn't bring himself to end, so he took you somewhere you would be safe. Slowly, you learn more about each other and rely on one another before realizing it. All you know is that everything will be okay.

Warning: Talk about Bucky's past and trauma.

A/n: It is going to start during the Captain America Winter Soldier and going through until The Falcon and The Winter Soldier. You guys can best bet that there will be some fluff as I want to have a happy ending for my baby. He's been through so much and he needs it.

You should have known better.

A small groan left your lips as you held your side. The warm blood oozed out as the sound of shooting echoed. You have one bullet left in your semi-automatic pistol. Your heartbeat drummed within your ears as you rested your head on the car door. You pressed yourself back further into the car as you scanned the sides of you. You didn't know how you got dragged into this. One second, you were at home; the next thing you knew, SHIELD agents were storming into your apartment. Guns aimed at you, and you knew something was very wrong. 

And now you were getting shot at as you ran away from them. Unprepared for it all. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath before you move your feet under you. If you could do it, you could exit if you dashed around this building. You had been around this block before, so there would be an alleyway where you could take a fire escape stairs up. You placed your gun in your pants waist before you took off. Keeping your head low and hand over your wound as you ran, you didn't stop for anything. It was your life on the line, and you're sure hell aren't risking it. The bullets flew past you, and you managed to avoid them as you turned the corner. Yelling reached your ears, and you raced up the fire escape. The adrenaline rushed through your veins, and the blood kept seeping out. You did lose your footing here and there due to the blood loss, but you kept pushing forward. That was until you were on the roof and safe.

Or so you thought. 

You were body-slammed into the ground. A groan left your lips as the wind was knocked out of you. You tried to blink the black and gray dots that invaded your vision as you gasped for air. Your lungs begged for it as the weight on your chest prevented you from taking enough air in. You felt the pain from the gunshot wound plus the pain from being knocked down onto your back. When your vision cleared, you looked at the assailants on top of you. The man's hands wrapped around your neck, and your hands automatically grabbed his wrist. You looked him in the eye as you tried to fight him off. His long black hair fell into his face, but you could see his icy blue eyes. Void of any emotions, he stared at you blankly. His fingers tightened around your neck, and you felt it— the cool sensation as you took in his metal arm.

This was it. 

This was how you were going to die. Your grip loosened around his wrist as you felt all the will to fight back slip away. Your gasping became shorter as you tried to take your last breaths, hands falling to the side where his legs around you were. The sky was clear as you looked past your attacker. The sun shone up high, yet the heat wasn't bad. Your vision soon began to lose focus.

This was it.

Before everything went black and you slipped away, those icy blue eyes of your assailant were the last thing you saw. One last breath and everything went black. 

It was over.

No more looking over your shoulder.

No more living in fear.

You were free.

Safe in the darkness of death.

★★★★★

A creaking noise caused you to open your eyes, confused. You had thought you died, but here you were, lying in some run-down-looking room. A small light lit the entire room as you slowly pushed yourself up. Pain shot through your left side as you placed a hand over it. Your eyes were on the person sitting in front of the bed, very close to the wall. You took him in and knew it was your assailant. The mask he wore covered half his face, and his icy blue eyes watched. It was as if they were taking in your every movement. The light reflected on the mental arm he had on his left side as arms rested in his lap. "Who are you?" Your voice cracked, and you felt the tenderness in your throat. You didn't even realize how raw it felt until you swallowed. He didn't respond as he got up and left, leaving you alone. You looked at your side and lifted your blood-stained shirt as you took in the wraps around your torso. It was safe to say this man was the one who stitched you up. The dull, aching pain from your side itched a bit. Then you felt it. Eyes watching you as you snapped your head up and locked your gaze on him. He took four strides and stood close to the foot of the bed. He had a cup of water in his hands as he held it out for you. You started it, weighing your options. A defeated sigh left your lips as you took it. You didn't need to question his intentions at this point; after all, you wouldn't be able to escape him. This man overpowered you in many ways that you knew you didn't stand a chance. You brought the cup to your lips and drank the water, hoping that if he poisoned you, it would kill you quickly.

As the cool liquid coated your throat, you couldn't help but let out a stifled moan. It felt amazing and soothed the rawness. You drank it all and placed the cup in your lap once you were done. "Thank you." Your voice sounded better than before. The man didn't acknowledge you, only taking the cup and leaving you alone. You watched him until he was out of view before your eyes drifted around the room. It was abandoned; you could tell by how quiet it had been and how the walls lacked their vibrancy. The bed squeezed at any slight movement, and the wooden floors let out a small groan. You still hadn't understood why you were alone. Playing with your hands, you closed your eyes. "Might as well count my blessings." You had felt tired, and you know it was from earlier events. After a few minutes, you lay back down and get as comfortable as possible. 

It didn't look like you would be leaving anytime soon, so you figured you'd try to enjoy whatever time you had left. A small sigh left your lips. You hadn't ever imagined being placed in this situation.

Scratch that.

You had, but with trying to run away from your past, you thought you'd never had to. 

"Huir de tus problemas es una carrera que nunca ganarás. (Running away from your problems is a race you'll never win)"

The voice echoed in your ears. 

"Por mucho que lo intentes no podrás huir de ti mismo. (No matter how hard you try, you can't run away from yourself)" 

You closed your eyes again, pushing the voices back and falling asleep. You didn't want to overthink or recall your past. You just wanted to live a normal life.

★★★★★

A couple of weeks have passed. You hadn't bothered looking for a way out, even when your mystery assailant left you alone for hours. You are sitting on the old, worn-out couch with a book and a blanket over your lap. As you flipped to the next page of Fahrenheit 451, you didn't bother glancing up when you heard the door open. By the soft steps, you knew who it was. "Welcome back." You paused at the end of the paragraph, looking at the man who stared at you. He had a neutral look as he placed some bags down. You took in that he had stopped covering his face with his mask, allowing you to see more of his face. You didn't let yourself be bothered by his unresponsive attitude, as he barely even spoke to you. Sometimes, he would speak in languages you didn't understand. Other times, he would say a few words in English or Spanish. But most of the time, he just watched you, and it felt like most of the time he was studying you. Trying to understand you.

You never really knew why, but you slowly noticed that he seemed less guarded around you. The icy blue eyes seemed less cold and more curious and interested. You didn't feel like you had to be careful around him, as if you were walking on broken glass. He walked over to you, and you noticed the first aid kit in his hands as you marked your spot in the book before placing it down. He sat next to you, and you pulled your shirt up, exposing the wound that had been healing reasonably well. He went to work, cleaning and rewrapping it as you watched him. His fingers worked gently as he focused on the task. The strands of his hair got in his face, and you couldn't help it as you moved it behind his ear. He froze at the contact, and you quickly pulled back, mumbling sorry in Spanish. He glanced up at you, and you held his gaze. You felt the way your heart picked up its pace and the way your breath got caught in your throat. You had to admit to yourself that he was attractive. Something about those blue eyes contrasted nicely with his dark brown hair, which drew you in. The more you kept looking at him, the more you felt a pull. You cleared your throat and looked away, mind racing with thoughts as you felt him finish up what he was doing. You bit your cheek as you waited until he was done. When he began to put the things away, you quickly got up— pulling the blanket with you as you rushed to the room and closed the door behind you. 

You rested your back on the door as you slid down it. Your head falls forward as you let out a deep breath. One that you hadn't realized you were holding. You gave yourself time to calm down before you pushed yourself up and crawled into bed. You pulled the blanket over you as you closed your eyes and tried to lull yourself to sleep. You didn't want to think about it. You were scared to come to terms with the attraction you were feeling for the man because that meant if you were feeling something for him, it would hurt you. 

"Los sentimientos te debilitan. Ellos te maten. (Feelings make you weak They get you killed)"

Your father's voice rang in your head. His training burned into your mind as he forced you to learn that those emotions got your brother killed. It is what made your mother die. Her love for you killed her, as she didn't survive childbirth. 

"En el momento en que te permitas amar y cuidar es el momento en que morirás. (The moment you allow yourself to love and care is the moment you will die)"

★★★★★

Two and half months passed, and you were amazed he was still keeping you alive. There would be days when he would return, and something felt off about him. It was as if he felt colder and less friendly, but he never once harmed you. "What's your name?" You finally dared to ask. The curiosity to learn more about him has finally gotten the better side of you. 

"Name?" He tilted his head to the side a bit. You placed the book down and looked at him, shifting your body so you could face him. He had been sitting on the other end of the couch, his hand playing with the knife as he had watched you. "Winter Soldier." The man had heard others call him that, so he assumed that was what you meant; however, he was confused when you shook your head. "Prisoner 56898." He tried again.

"Oh, corazón, (sweetheart)" You felt a wave of sadness wash over you. "Those aren't names." You said softly, understanding why it seemed like this man watched you with interest half this time. He had been treated as a prisoner to the point that he didn't know his name. He just gave you a confused look but nodded. You smiled at him, trying to push away the sadness as you grabbed his hand. "How about this," You gently rubbed your thumb on the back of his hand. "I'll refer to you as corazón, if you're fine with that." He looked down at your hands over his before looking back up at you and gave you a slight nod. "Perfecto. (perfect)" You said softly as you moved your hand back. The moment he felt the loss of contact with you, he was quick to grab a hold of your hand in his. The action caught you off guard, along with the strength he put behind it, as you fell into him a bit. The knife fell to the ground with a small thud. You used your free hand to catch yourself as it was over his chest, and your face was inches from his. Your breath hitched as you looked at him to see him staring at you. His eyes scanned your face, and you could see the internal conflict in those beautiful icy blue eyes. The conflict that felt like the same one you were having before all the signals telling you to move seemed to fade, and you moved in slowly. He didn't move, not even when your lips touched his delicately. You didn't want to force anything upon him, so you pulled back a bit, trying to see his reaction. His icy blue eyes burned into you, and you felt his hand move to your neck as he pulled you back into his. When he felt his lips connect with yours, your eyes fluttered close as he kissed you. There was so much need in the kiss. You pulled yourself closer to him, moving your hands up his chest. You could feel his metal hand hovered over your back, almost scared to touch you with it. You pulled back from the kiss and placed your forehead on his. "It's okay." You whispered, letting him know that you trust him. That you knew he wasn't going to hurt you. "Estará bien. (it's gonna okay)" You could see the slight fear in his eyes before he gently placed his hand on your waist. You didn't move, wanting him to see it was okay. 

You gave him a soft kiss on his cheek before you hugged him. His arms slowly wrapped around his torso as he was gentle with you. His face was buried into your neck, and you could feel his stubble that was growing tickle the skin of your neck. You guys stayed like that for a bit, only moving to adjust yourselves to get comfortable in the hug. He didn't bother moving away, even when you began to run your fingers through his hair. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest; if he heard it, he didn't say anything about it. And just like that, with his warm embrace, you felt yourself slowly relax and drift off into sleep.

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