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uncpanda · 3 years

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Small Town Moose: Part 9

AN: Want to see the outfits mentioned in this chapter, click on the link in my bio to go to pintrest and see the board!

Prompt: When your best friend convinces you to move to DC with her, you’re more than a little lonely. You’re used to life in a small town, not a big city. For the first time in your life you’re mostly alone with your only company being your dog Moose. Then you meet a single dad and his son, and you realize maybe you’re not so alone?

AN: After watching the show, I noticed that Hotch is fairly open outside of work, he’s not as serious and he smiles more. This is taking place about two years after Haley’s death, Jack is six. Reader is around 25-28.

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Part 8

“Are you sure you don’t want to press charges?”

You’re really sick of that question by now, you’ve heard it at least half a dozen times,“It wouldn’t do any good Derek. It’s a small town, and daddy owns the local medical practice. He has influence. There’s no judge in the county that would convict him.”

He mutters something under his breath before lifting the camera to take another picture. You’d spent the entire day dealing with the fall-out from your trip home. You and Aaron had gone straight to the Bureau that morning. A doctor on staff had spoken to you, and made sure it wasn’t Aaron, and then Strauss had come down to confirm. You’d been irritated at what they had insinuated, and it was only after Penelope had found before and after security footage from the town and gas station, that they had realized their own mistake.

To their credit they had apologized, but you were still irritated. Aaron had been quick to reassure you that it was just a procedure, and they wanted to make sure you were okay. But you’d absolutely refused to go to the obgyn until the bruise on your face was gone. You didn’t want anyone thinking of Aaron like that.

Derek’s voice brings you back to present, “If you change your mind, at least we’ll have proof.”

“There’s that optimistic attitude I love.”

He doesn’t smile at your joke, “I don’t like people hurting my family.” For that, you give him a hug.

“I’ll be okay. I don’t plan on going back.”

He smiles, “If you do go back, you’re bringing backup: Hotch, Prentis, Rossi, me, and all the others.”

“Thanks Derek.”

“Let’s get you back to Hotch.”

Your man is in the middle of the bullpen, despite it being his day off he’s surrounded by people. You hang around the background, and watch him. You love watching him, he looks damn good bossing others around.

He finishes shortly after and redirects others as needed, before making his way over to you. “You ready to go?”

“Yes please. My face hurts.”

He holds out his hand and you take it. When you get home, you find the apartment a mess. At the center is Gwen, Jack, and Moose. Aaron sighs, “I don’t even want to know.”

“Probably for the best. You spend a good hour picking up the apartment, before your morning/ actually afternoon sickness, hits. Aaron follows you to the bathroom. He spends the time holding your hair, rubbing your back, and making sure you stay hydrated.

Gwen comes in for a few minutes, watches you throw up and says, “You see, this right here is why I say nothing good comes from dating.” You glare at her, as you wait for the next wave to hit. “I’m going to remind you of this when the two of you start talking about another.”

You actually growl a little bit, “I’m not even done making this one, can we put off talking about anymore for a little while?”

Your best friend just flips her hair and leaves you and Aaron behind. You look up to find your boyfriend staring at you, “What?”

“You two have a strange relationship.”

You choose not to comment on that.

When you’re done, he picks you up and carries you to bed. You lay there for a few minutes before Jack and Moose come in. Moose immediately jumps onto the bed, on Aaron’s side, and curls up at your back. Jack leans against the bed, “You sick?”

“I’ll be okay.”

He climbs into bed with you and snuggles into your side. You run your fingers through his hair, and kiss the top of his head. Gwen appears a moment later, frowns and then jumps on the bed too. When you look at her, she shrugs and says, “Snuggle party?”

Aaron finds the four of you half a hour later, and Jack calls out “It’s a snuggle party daddy.”

You scoot back on the bed, and push Gwen and Moose back as well, to make room for Aaron. He sits on the edge, and you roll your eyes, before pulling him down next to you and Jack. He laughs and you hope this is how the rest of your life will be.

Two days later, Aaron and Gwen head out on a case. Before he goes, Aaron asks if you’re willing to take care of Jack while he’s gone. You snort at that, and say he’s yours now. For that Aaron kisses you.

He’s been gone a week, the longest he’s ever been on a case while the two of you have been together, when Jack asks, “Can we watch mommy?” Your brow furrows and Jack is quick to bring you home videos. You’re not sure how to handle it. You put him off by offering up mac and cheese for dinner. While he eats you call Aaron. He picks up on the second ring, “Hey, are you okay?”

“Fine. . .”

“Jack and the baby?”

“Jack is eating mac and cheese, and the baby made me sick right on time.” He laughs at that.

“What’s up?” You hesitate, and Aaron is quick to catch it, “Honey . . .”

“Jack wants to watch some home movies of Haley. . .and I wanted to make sure it was okay . . . for me to watch with him.” He doesn’t say anything, and you try to backtrack, “If you don’t want me to, that’s fine.”

“No, that’s not it. It’s just . . .”

“A little weird? We haven’t really talked about Haley or me or Jack.”

“Y/N. . . it’s okay. If you wouldn’t mind watching with him, I’d be very grateful. And we’ll talk when I get home?”

You take a deep breath, “You’re being safe, right?”

“I have the vest on and everything.” You bite your lip at that, you love him in that vest, he catches the pause.“Y/N?”

“I’m good. I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

When Jack is done with dinner, you sit him in front of the screen, and the two of you watch Haley. You’re awed by how kind she is, and pretty. You tell Jack that, and he beams before he becomes more sullen, “I miss her.”

You kiss the top of his head, “I know sweetheart.”

He falls asleep in your arms, and you continue to watch. Several things stand out to you. The first, is Haley is an amazing mother, and you wonder if you could do what she did; sacrifice yourself to save Jack and your unborn child? Your hand goes to your belly.

When the tape finishes, you pick Jack up and tuck him into bed. Moose follows you, and is quick to jump into bed beside him. You pat the dog’s head, and go back out to the living room.

You snuggle on the couch, and open a book. You’re a few chapters in when the front door opens. You stiffen, and then relax when Aaron’s voice calls out. He comes around the corner a minute later.

“What are you doing here?”

He slides onto the couch next to you, “You needed me. . .”

“But the case. . .”

“You needed me.”

You can feel a few tears forming, “She was so pretty.”

“She was.”

“She loved Jack.” you swallow, the lump in your throat, “I wish I had met her, is that strange?”

He shakes his head, “No. Jack and I have become important to you. You’ve become our family.”

“I don’t want to take her place. You know that, right.”

Aaron smiles, and brushes a few strands of hair out of your face, “I know. You care about me and Jack. There’s nothing wrong with that. If anything, I think Haley would have liked you. She’d like knowing that there was someone around to keep Jack loved, and me in line.”

You nod, and he wipes away the few tears that have fallen, “You’re going to be an excellent mother.”

You lean forward and kiss him, “You’re going to make a great second time father.”

He laughs and pulls you into his lap, “Now, why did you go quiet when I mentioned the vest?”

There’s a playful glint in his eye, and you start to squirm in his lap, before trying to escape his hold, but he’s FBI and he knows how to keep you contained. He nips at your shoulder, “Come on, tell me.”

You roll your eyes, cause he knows. He must have caught you looking at him in the vest when you had been at the BAU earlier in the week. “Aaron, unless you want to sleep on the couch. . .”

He laughs, “You wouldn’t do that to me.”

You stop struggling, and with flaming cheeks admit, “I like you in the damn vest. It’s sexy as hell.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, “Really?”

You feel your boldness come back, “If I wasn’t already pregnant . . .”

He kisses you, “I’ll keep that in mind, but speaking of the baby, we need to make an appointment. Your bruises have pretty much gone, and I really want to make sure the baby is okay.”

You kiss him, “I’ll make the appointment. Also, make sure to wear your jeans. You look good in those too.”

“You’re good for my ego. Any other requests?”

“Yeah, let’s go to bed.”

The next day, you search for a new OBGYN, you haven’t replaced all your doctors since moving. You find one that has good reviews, and Aaron asks, “Should we take Jack?”

You hesitate, “I don’t know. I think that’s your choice.”

“I want to take him. We should be able to hear the heartbeat, and I think including Jack from that start is a good idea. I want him to feel included, so he doesn’t feel like we’re trying to replace him.”

You nod, and Aaron brings Jack into the living room. You can tell that Aaron is a little nervous, “Jack, do you remember how you asked for a little brother or sister? ‘

He smiles and nods, “Yep.”

Aaron takes a deep breath, “Well, you’re going to get one. There’s a baby in Y/N tummy.”

Jack smiles, “I’m getting a brother?”

Aaron smiles, “It might be a sister. We don’t know yet.”

“A sister might be okay.”

You laugh, and Jack walks over to you, he puts a hand on your belly, “Why’s the baby in your tummy? Did you eat it?”

Your head swivels to Aaron, “This is your territory.”

Aaron shakes his head, “I’ll tell you when you’re older. Just know that Y/N is keeping your brother or sister very safe until they get big enough to come out.”

Jack accepts this answer, and the three of you go to the OBGYN together. There’s a lot of paperwork to fill out, and it’s somewhat confusing since you and Aaron aren’t married. While you wait, Jack keeps asking questions. There’s a few other women in the waiting room. Jack and Aaron stay behind while you get situated in the room. Once everything is ready to go they’re allowed to enter.

Aaron keeps Jack on his hip. The doctor is nice, she’s done blood work and assures you that your baby is healthy. Based on hormones, you’re actually farther along that you would have thought. You’re fairly close to being twelve weeks.

When you hear your baby’s heartbeat for the first time, you grip Aaron’s hand tight. There are a few tears, and you’re actually given a recording of it. Jack is fascinated, and he plays the recording over and over again on the way home.

And when the three of you go out to walk Moose, you feel so very safe and loved, and you can’t imagine a different life.

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larry-the-lobster · 5 years

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Schizophrenic Supernatural Sphere

:P WARNINGS- sub!dean, mistress kink, mommy kink, bondage, hair pulling, slight smacking, biting, stronger language than usual, “mister winchester”, oral male receiving and i think thats it im not professional

1606 word count, i spent an entire two months plus on this, appreciate it

Case #1 with 4 FBI Agents

Gracie walked back to Dean, she reached out her hands and brought her fingertips to her palm. Dean was given memories of Sam when he was little- grabbey hands. Instinctively Dean put his hands in hers, after realizing what he did he blushed slightly. “Do you want to dance?” Gracie gave him the puppy eyes.

“Fine.” he reluctantly agreed.

The bar got more busy the later it got. It was around 9 now maybe, wow. The moment their bodies meshed with the college students, Candy Shop began to play. Granted it was neither of the two’s favorite song, but they would gladly dance to it. Their bodies pressed against each other.

Dean wasn’t going to lie. He wanted to bend her over and fuck her senseless but he didn’t just want to do that. He wanted to run his fingers through her hair and cuddle with her and kiss her and hold her and talk. Not just use her.

“Dean.” she groaned as she pressed her front against his. Dean slowly got hard, his member poked out through his jeans. Gracie put her arms on Deans shoulders and tangled her fingers in his hair. Dean grabbed her hips and snapped it against his own and groaned. “Good boy,” Gracie whispered in his ear. She placed her head on Deans shoulder, burying the very low moans and groans that came from her.

“Should we go to my motel now?” Dean questioned and looked down at her. She nodded eagerly and grabbed his hand. Gracie practically dragged Dean to the door. “Excited huh?” “Yeah because I’m the one with a tent in my jeans.” she may not have a tent but she is soaking. Dean tugged his shirt down and started the car.

Thank god the motel wasn't that far away. The car doors opened at the same time, the people got out at the same time and the doors closed at the same time.

They attacked each other. Their lips smashed together, bodies pressed up, hands everywhere. Gracie pushed her tongue into Deans mouth, he moaned and she smirked. Dean twisted the key and the knob, he kicked the door open and Gracie kicked it closed.

“Woah,” Dean breathed. “Mmm-hm,” Gracie chuckles a little while kissing Dean. She breathed through her nose and put her hand on Deans chest, she shoved him the bed. Dean kicked his boots off and began to unbuckle his jeans. “Shirt off first.” she demanded. Dean pulled off his shirt quickly. “Good, lay down.”

Gracie crawled on the bed. Dean tried to stay still, he didn’t know what would happen if he wasn’t. Gracie rubbed the sides of Deans thighs soothingly. Her head hovered over his wanting crotch, she smiled and gave Dean innocent eyes. She lowered her head and bit the zipper, she pulled her head down and the zipper followed. Dean pushed his hips up and Gracie pushed them back down, “be a good boy for mistress please, I don’t want to punish you.” his cock got harder.

Gracie pulled the belt out and placed it on the nightstand. She tugged Deans dark blue jeans down to his knees. Her mouth watered and the grey boxers that held back her pleasure device. Dean groaned as Gracie kitten licked his bulge, his hand flew into her short black hair. Gracie threw Deans hands back by his wrists. She crawled up and sat on Deans lap.

“Fuck.” Gracie smacked the belt on her other hand, Dean jumped. “Mr. Winchester,” she said in a surprised tone. Wrist by wrist, she bounded them with the rough, hard, tight, leather belt. “Is that tight enough for you Dean?” he nodded eagerly, “you ready?” he nodded again.

Gracie crawled back down and hovered her mouth over Deans tent. She licked the cloth and Dean moaned. She mouthed at his balls and he tugged on the belt. “Keep moaning for mistress like that,” “Fuck Gracie please,” she stopped. He groaned. “What was that Dean?” “I’m sorry,” Gracie roughly grabbed Deans cock, he moaned and whimpered. “It’s mistress to you Dean.” she growled and let go. “Sorry, I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay pretty boy,” Dean shuddered. The names, the way they roll off of Gracie’s tongue. “Just stay in line for mistress please.” she smiled. Her voice laced with lust and want. “You don't want to get punished do you Dean?” she shot a sincere look towards Dean. He didn't know if that was something she wanted him to answer. “Speak bitch.” “No, I don't want to get punished.”

Gracie traced the veins in Deans neck. He stayed still as Graces body pressed against him. She rolled her hips. “Mistress~” Dean moaned softly. “Yes baby?” “Please. I want to feel you.” “Hold on, I want to finish teasing you first.” “But-” his head hit the pillow. Gracie tugged on his hair roughly, she snarled and sat in between Deans legs. “Behave Dean.”

Hickeys spelled out words on Deans chest, they lined his throat. Gracie rolled Deans nipple in her mouth. Dean groaned and thrusted upwards. Both moaned at the friction. A little pressure relived the tension. “slut.” Gracie groaned softly.

Gracie sat up and unbuttoned her jeans, she pulled off her shirt and bra.

“You ready Dean?” “Yes Mistress.” “Good boy.”

She pulled off her jeans and panties that were practically soaked. Her aching core was begging to be touched by the head of Deans hard on. Dean held the headboard tightly. If he was any stronger he would dent the metal.

Gracie sat on his lap, leaned over and untied him. Her juices that leaked out of her tight cunt dripped off of Deans leg and on to the bed spread. “You can touch me Dean, I want your hands on my hips. Leave bruises and marks. I know that the thought of that makes you harder.” That was true. He moved his hands onto her hips, his fingers just lightly rested upon her tender plump skin. “Hold me tighter pretty boy,” his grip tightened but not by much, “tighter Dean. Leave marks.” his hands tightened, he could feel bone. “Good boy.” He smiled with pride, he was making his mistress happy.

“Mistress can we-” and as if she could read his mind, she picked herself up and hovered over Deans straight cock. He moved his hand to keep it straight so Gracie could slide on his easy. “Aww thank you baby.” she leaned over and kissed his lips. Her ass hit Deans thighs, a loud moan escaped both of their lips.

“Fuck you fill me up perfect, holy fuck.” Dean smiled at the sight of his hopeful girlfriend after this being such a mess on his cock.

“Look at you. You acted so tough and strong, but look at how you act actually on me. You're such a fucking mess sweetheart.”

“Let's see who will be more of a mess once I move.” all the confidence was gone, he swallowed his saliva. He was already choking back involuntary noises from how she felt around his pulsing member. Gracie took note and placed her hands on his shoulders, “exactly.”

She made figure 8′s and wrote words with her hips, each and everyone made Dean let out a noise. Granted they both moaned at each movement. 30 minuted of just foreplay makes a great deal of sexual tension. But Gracie wanted to show that she was the one in charge and that she had Dean wrapped around her thumb. Her pink, now red with blood bottom lip was in between her white teeth. Every now and then a moan or groan would come out.

“Mistress, fuck oh,”

She picked up the pace and threw her hips in the air and forced them back down. “Keep moaning for me prince, good god you feel so good.” Her nails dug into his shoulders, Dean cried out in pleasure.

“Tighter. More nails. Please. Mommy.” he said between heaves and breathing.

“As you wish pretty boy.” at this point she didn't care what Dean called her, although the way he moaned made her tighten and make her more wet. The two were lost in lust and pleasure that nothing else phased them, nothing existed at this point except for their feelings.

Gracie raked her nails down Deans chest. The scratches intercepted the hickeys but that didn't matter. “Fuck me,” she ordered to Dean. He didn't waste a second. His hips thrusted up and into her. “Good boy Dean, good boy.”

Her moans just made him fuck up into her faster. Her body fell forward, she held on to Dean like her life depended on it. Her moans were shaking and anything she tried saying just sounded like nonsense.

“Mistress, oh fuck, I'm going to cum. Mommy,”

“Cum for me Dean, I want to feel your hot cum deep in me. Cum in Mistress.” she moaned a few more incoherent words. Right as she reached her high she screamed “Make me yours!” Her walls tightened as hard as they could, she picked up her hips and quickly spelled out c-o-c-o-n-u-t.

The tightness of Gracie's cunt and the movement of her hips made Dean scream out “Mistress” and curses. His hot cum shot into Gracie, her inner walls were now decorated with the milky substance.

Dean wrapped his arms around Gracie and held her tightly to his chest, both could barely breathe.

“That was, great. Holy shit.” deep breath, exhale, deep breath, exhale.

“Tell me about it. That’s the hardest I've came since I was a teenager.” he chuckled and then followed the same pattern that Grace was. Deep breath, exhale, deep breath, exhale. ♕♕♕♕♕

///credit- i don't know, my friend sent it to me and she found it off pintrest///

#jensen ackles smut #dean winchester #dean winchester smut #sub dean #dom girls

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