Cinnamon, Chamomile And Cedar Part 2

Cinnamon, Chamomile and Cedar Part 2

word count: 3,129 words (i got carried away again)

warnings: smut!!, fluff, mentions of death

part 1 here!

A small moan left Erwin's lips as he felt the brunette bite down on the exposed skin on his neck, his body flushed against the alley wall his hands holding Azaleas waist as close to his body as he could. Licking a stripe over the bruises she left on the Commanders exposed skin, feeling a surge of pride wash over her at the sight of her marks coating him.

"Holy- you feel so good."

Erwin breathed out, cupping her cheeks in his calloused hands crashing their lips together. Moaning into his mouth at the sensation of his tongue taking complete control over the trembling girl, subconsciously grinding her hips against his growing member. Erwin groaned, pushing his tongue deeper into her mouth feeling a heat growing in between his legs. 

The pair couldn’t resist the urge to keep their hands off of one another, their bodies on fire from their fingers exploring familiar places. Erwin couldn’t see straight as he mouthed at any sliver of skin he could get his mouth on.

"What I would give to be on my knees right now." 

An almost animalistic growl left his lips, his hands pushing her hips against him in the hopes of creating more friction. Her hands found themselves tangled in his hair tugging at his locks, earning herself another moan from the blonde.

The sound of people nearing made him halt, his glossy eyes trying to see if the people walking by would be able to see him.

Much to his dismay, Azalea hadn't made any advance on stopping her actions a soft moan leaving his mouth at the thought of them being spotted. The sight of their Commander whimpering under their Lieutenants touch sent chills down his spine.

"Lea-"

"Erwin, if you think I'm stopping now. You're mistaken."

Grabbing ahold of his cloak pulling it over his head, easing his fears a bit knowing people wouldn't see his face at first glance. Allowing her trembling hands to wander down grabbing ahold of the tent in his pants, a gasp leaving his lips.

"When's the last time you were touched, honey?" She breathed into his ear planting kisses anywhere she possibly could on his skin, a mumbled mess leaving his lips. Grinning to herself as she eased yourself onto her knees looking up at Erwin's rising chest.

He had a hand tangled into her curly hair and another one lifting his shirt exposing that sculpted body he was hiding. Leaving wet kisses anywhere she could on his torso, enjoying the small noises leaving his parted lips. Erwin groaned as she nipped at his v-line, his hand tightening his hold on her hair earning a whimper in return.

"Azalea! Oh my god, you're alive!"

Connie gasped, dramatically falling to her feet wrapping his arms around her calves nearly making her trip over him, smacking him over his head.

It was too early in the morning for her to be jostled around like this. “Ow! What the hell was that for?"

"You almost killed me! Also, I was just working out with Hange. For like an hour, tops. Stop being overdramatic, Springer." She shook her head at the buzzed boy who just gave her a bland look as she kicked him off of her. He grumbled under his breath crossing his arms as he allowed everyone else to catch up to the two of them. Jean was snickering at the sulking boy, earning a smack over the head from Connie. The boy returned the favor almost right away, hitting Jean a little harder earning a wince from the tall boy.

"Alright, alright. No more hitting each other. Y'all cant afford to lose brain cells y'all don't have," Azalea teased, brushing her hair away from her face. Jean and Connie both gasped loudly at her words, a shocked expression etched onto their faces.

"Hey!-"

"That's all Connie-"

"-shut it, Jean boy! I'm not the one built like a beanstalk-"

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW-"

Azalea rolled her eyes at how quickly they turned it onto each other smacking them both upside the head. They both yelped, rubbing their new sore spot from being hit back to back. "The next person who says anything remotely sarcastic will get the workout of their life, understood?"

"Oh really-" Jean started to say before his Captain shot him a death glare, a small hint of pink coated her cheeks.

"You don't want to lose another fight, now do you, Jean." Eren smirked, eyeing the boy who snapped his head towards him. Mikasa pinched the raven haired boy rolling her eyes at his smart mouth, "OW! Mikasa, that fucking hurt,"

"You deserved it," Mikasa scolded, a snort leaving Azalea her eyes leaving the group of kids as she noted a certain Captain making his way over to the bunch. She flashed him a huge grin receiving a small tug of his lips, halting his movement as he had reached them. At the sight of Captain Levi, all of the scouts immediately straightened themselves out, well everyone except Eren.

"Captain. How can I help you this evening?"

"I was wondering if I could steal you, Captain. I have some paper work that I need your opinion on." Levi mused, blowing a puff of air moving his hair out of his face rather expertly. Azalea nodded, excusing herself from the Scouts finding a space next to Levi making their way towards his office. A comforting silence overtook them, enjoying the sounds of the gravel under their shoes. "Hopefully I wasn't interrupting anything important, was I?"

"No! Not at all. Just Connie attaching himself to my feet and crying-"

"-excuse me?-"

"-I'm not really sure, I tend to ignore him whenever I can. I think he has a small girl crush," She chuckled, brushing her curls away from her face feeling her nose tickle from her long strands of hair, " that boy concerns me at times."

"Only at times?" Levi questioned, looking down at the brunette. She laughed at his comment, nudging the boy playfully. He let a small smile grace his lips, eyeing her curls bouncing around as she practically skipped down the street.

Azalea went into a spiel of how she noticed that Levi hadn't drank at the party, wanting to know if her drink wasn't up to his standards. Levi was caught off guard by her question, considering the party had been 2 nights ago, and due to the fact that everyone was pretty trashed he assumed no one was paying attention to him as per usual.

"Look, I'm not saying you had to like the drink. But, I wanted to know if you tried it all. If you did, don't tell me if you hated it, you don't understand how long it took me to make that shit," She winced thinking about the hours she had spent on wringing out all the fruits, shivering at the thought of doing that again. Levi let out a small laugh, catching the attention of the brunette whose eyes gleamed at the noise that left his lips. "You've always had such a pretty laugh.. I just wish I heard it more often," 

Levi froze at the words that left her lips, feeling a warmth wash over his face knowing his cheeks must be blazing red. He was still really bad at hiding his emotions from the brunette, having not heard a compliment from anyone like that in a while.

"Tch, you're full of it," He quickened his pace as he neared his office door, struggling to open the door yanking it open a small hint of red coating his fair skin. Azalea rolled her eyes at his smart remark nudging an elbow playfully at his lean frame, ruffling his hair as she made her way inside plopping down in her usual seat. The raven haired boy let out a small grunt as he sat down on the opposite side of his seat which was right next to her. 

The pair had always had a really close relationship, ever since before their rookie years. They both had grown up in The Underground, where she had taken him under his wing, as much as he likes to argue that statement. She had been there with him through every single loss, including those of their closest friends. After that night, they became even more inseparable than before. Levi at first tried to push her away in fear of getting his heartbroken, but she wouldn't let him, not even for one second.

"Levi, you can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?" He spat, his eyes ablaze. Azalea ran her hands through her hair, sending the raven haired boy a look. 

 Azalea was tired of the boy avoiding her, so she went and sought him out and found him out on the training grounds. He had been taking all of his frustrations on a training pad they had that was meant to only handle a couple hits at a time, but she figured from the tearing on the pad that he had been punching it for quite awhile. Levi's hair was sticking to his forehead, glowering at her from where she stood.

"You know exactly what. I know it's not just a coincidence that you shut me out the second we had their funeral.-"

"Do not bring them up."

"I have and I will," She took a step towards the boy, grasping his shoulders and turned him to face her. Levi did so angrily, his hand clenched at his sides as she bore her eyes into his the tension between the pair only thickened, "We promised, Levi. You promised me... after we lost both of our parents, you told me that you would be by my side no matter what."

Her comment made the boy shut his eyes, physically trembling under her touch as he reminisced on all of their memories together. He remembered making that promise to her like it was yesterday. 

And just like that, by letting that one memory slip, they all came flooding in. 

All of the inside jokes between him and Furlan, someone who he considered to be a brother.

Spending countless nights listening to Isabel complain about how she wanted to go back to only worrying about boys.

And Azalea.

The girl who never let her smile fade even through all of their hardships and made sure a smile was always on Levi's lips. The one who kept him going, his only reason for being.

A rack of sobs made their way out of his parted lips, feeling the brunette wrap her arms fully around him hugging her back as tightly as he could. He slowly slid down the wall behind him, the pair of them finding a spot on the ground,

"I-I'm sorry... I can't lose you. You're the last thing I have,"

"I know, honey. I know." She mumbled into his hair, rubbing his back comfortingly. Levi nuzzled into her neck, his tears managing to soak through her thin shirt. For the next several hours, they spent laying down on the ground hand in hand as they discussed any other fears they had for the future.

"I wanted to know what your thoughts were on this formation. Erwin told me he had a lot on his plate, so of course he decided to throw even more on mine."

He huffed, motioning with his head at the neat stack of folders on his desk. Azalea's eyes refocused on the boys moving lips in front of her shaking off the heavy memory, just now taking notice of the arrange of papers by her hands , not only that but how neatly scattered everything was. It was as if Levi had taken time out of his day to organize each file as he came across it. There were about 2 other filing cabinets in the room, which she assumed were also full of things Levi had to be in charge of for Erwin. Im going to kill that boy, she thought to herself before taking a peek down at the pieces of papers he was holding in front of him. 

After getting a couple issues out of the way, the slender boy offered to make her some tea. Azalea couldn't possibly say no to the boy, who already had the tea bags in his hand, his cape bellowing behind him as he made a move to set it on the back of his office chair. She couldn't help herself, allowing her eyes to stare at him knowing this was one of his favorite things to do. 

Azalea couldn't deny that the Captain was absolutely breathtaking, with his steely eyes and that silky raven hair that framed his face beautifully. His hair was getting quite long, wanting nothing more than to play with his hair. She used to watch Levi cut his own hair, but once after injuring himself he allowed her to cut his hair. But just once, he told her. She brushed it off, happily spending most of that time playing with his hair.

She definitely didn't let the fact that the workouts they had been doing were paying off, especially on Levi. The brunette knew he was fit, but it wasn't until recently when she saw the boy shirtless, that she truly took notice of how strong that boy actually was. She'd seen him shirtless countless times before, but the definition now was definitely more evident. Every inch of that boy looked like it was sculpted by a god above, his back was absolutely shredded, making all of those god forsaken button ups fit him tight.

After a couple minutes of a comfortable silence, more like a couple minutes of Azalea sitting there with her fist in her mouth as she thought about her actions with the Commander and the boy in front of her. Levi had finally turned back around locking eyes with Azaleas big brown eyes which were absolutely locked down on his. She flashed him a small smile snapping out of her trance, waving at the boy as if she hadn't been eyeing him this whole time. He handed her a cup of his favorite tea his eyebrow slightly raised, allowing his fingers to slightly ghost over hers as she grabbed her cup a small thanks leaving her lips. A brief thought came to mind as he watched her lips come in contact with his tea cup blowing softly to cool it down, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. Levi, get your shit together.

"I remember you practically throwing up a tea that I made so I went and bought some sweeteners since you don't appreciate real tea-"

"Oh, shut up. That is so not true-"

"-but here you go. Please don't spit this out. I just cleaned." Levi teased, ruffling her hair as she just pouted and sulked. The boy chuckled, taking a sip of his tea enjoying the slight burn it left as it ran down his throat letting out a satisfied hum. 

"Thank you, honey."

"It's nothing, Lea. Just a little peach syrup. Your favorite," He flushed pink as she kissed his cheek taking a seat attempting to hide his reddening cheeks with his cup, nearly spilling it down his shirt as he awaited her response. Get ahold of yourself, you little bitch.

"Oh wow... I think I just drooled a little," Azalea wiped the corner of her mouth, earning a chuckle from the boy across from her. "This tastes absolutely lovely Levi. I swear, they get better every time you make them. And I truly am sorry, I don't mean to be a priss I just can't handle bitter things. At least I don't like coffee right?"

"Tch, I wouldn't be in the same room as you if you liked coffee. Coffee breath is absolutely awful."

Azalea giggled, taking a sip of the tea humming happily as she motioned for the boy to sit next to her. She shivered lightly at the temperature in the room, wanting nothing more than to wrap herself up in her bed.

"You cold?"

"Yes. Your room is fucking freezing,"

Azalea shivered even harder, clutching the cup of tea closer to her chest. Levi chuckled to himself at how fast she grew cold shaking his head at her, reaching over to grab his cloak off of his desk chair draping it over her shoulders gingerly. Azalea thanked him nudging his arm softly, feeling the warmth of the cloak warming her up.

His familiar scent infiltrated her nostrils, taking a second longer to embrace the scent of chamomile and soap. She loved how soft his scent was compared to his harsh demeanor, eyeing the raven haired boy as he smiled at her all cozy.

He scooted his chair over slightly, so their knees were brushing to see if she would scoot any closer to warm up. And she did. Practically entwining their legs together, sighing contently at his warm legs. She leaned against his shoulder, sipping from her drink happily.

"This gesture is almost as sweet as that one time you let me use your hood due to the rain, back when we had no clue what the hell we were doing. You were absolutely drenched."

"It was nothing... and by the way, there was never a point where I never knew what I was doing. " He brushed it off, eyeing her as her hand found his rubbing it with her thumb a soft silence overcome them. He sipped generously on his hot drink, eyeing her face contort into a look of amusement a soft chuckle leaving both of their lips.

It had been a couple months since they had been able to fully relax and let their guard down around each other, so to be in her comforting embrace was nice. Levi felt his worries falter for a little bit, as he stared at the girl who was swirling her drink around.

"Of course it is! You were sick for weeks!"

"I don't remember that. Are you sure that was me?"

"Oh, don't even start that bull, Levi." She scoffed, punching his leg playfully. Levi chuckled into her hair, allowing himself to wrap an arm around the back of her chair who nuzzled into his shoulder. "You're in a good mood today. Any special occasion?"

"You ruined it," He rolled his eyes, quick to remove his arm, which made her groan throwing her head back as a breeze found her. Azalea knew better than to point it out whenever Levi was being touchy or being nice, or else it'll make him snap out of it and immediately retract himself. "I just- I missed you. I hadn't been able to properly hangout with you, so I just feel really nice right now. It's kind of weird to describe,"

"I know what you mean," She mumbled, brushing a small droplet of tea off of her shirt. "What if we make it a routine?"

"A routine?"

"Yes, Levi, a routine. We can do this as many time as you'd like. Once a month, once a week. Twice a month, twice a week-"

"How does twice a week sound? We can do Monday and Sunday, Saturday and Sunday, Tuesday or Thursday? " Levi cut her off before she continued her rant, eyeing her curiously. She looked up at him a small smile on her lips, contemplating his offer. "Or if that's too many times-"

"Oh no, no, not at all. If anything I'm surprised you didn't say every day. You scared you're gonna get tired of me, sweet cheeks?" She teased reaching up and pinching Levi's cheeks, to which he slapped her hands away a pink coating his cheeks a small frown etched on his face. "Aw, poor baby-"

A small pause followed her statement, a small smile making its way onto her lips as she eyed the tea leaves in her cup waiting for the huffing boy to say something.

"Azalea, I'm gonna throw up on you."

"No you won't."

"You're not wrong."

chance pt. 2 | l. ackerman 

word count: 2,175 words

warnings: cursing, mentions of death (slightly)

part 1 here!

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“I-”

“It’s Eren’s titan form, Captain.” Suri spoke up from your position, taking short strides towards them making sure she avoided any rubble. Levi snapped his head towards her, his eyes widening slightly proceeding to jump off of the titan circling the trio. Flickering her gaze to the pair of friends who were holding Eren quite protectively, feeling her face soften.

“Excuse me?”

“We’re not too sure how this happened either, Captain. We just know that we found him fighting off titans, and after we discovered that he found no interest in us, we used him to lead us to HQ. He defeated every single titan in his way. It didn’t take us too long after that to find out. He sort of came out of the titans body after it collapsed,” Mikasa explained to the Captain who she could tell was still trying to wrap his head around it. 

“So you mean to tell me that Eren can transform into a titan… At will?”

“Yes, Captain. But we promise, he would never harm any of us-” Armin started his eyes wide, clinging onto Eren.

“It’s not up to me to decide that, kiddos. This matter is up to the military police.”

Eren tightened his grip on his friends, his eyes never once faltering. Suri felt bad for the young boy, knowing that none of this was his fault. The attention of everyone's eyes on them made them squirm, their eyes growing a little frantic.

“Alright everyone, don’t you guys have other things to be doing right now?” She scoffed, straightening her posture as she glared at everyone who was side eyeing them. At the sound of her voice they snapped out of their trance, scurrying to clean up as best they could.

Letting out a loud sigh, excusing herself from the trio making her way over to Jean who was standing there waiting for her. A hand flung in front of the girl halting her movements.

“Suri. Do you have a moment?”

The girl froze at the sight of Levi’s porcelain skin, her eyes raking up his arm to his tilted head.

“Always, Captain. What can I do for you?”

“Do you mind helping keep these 3 here, until the military police arrive?” His soft voice questioned, his eyes narrowing at her unresponsive face. She nodded curtly, swiveling on her heel making her way back over to the 3 with a sheepish look in her eyes.

“Hey guys… long time no see.”

“Levi sent you over here to babysit?”

“I wouldn’t say babysit, Yeager. I’m not really sure why either, but I won't question his judgment. Maybe it’s a trust thing,” She shrugged, her hands finding a position on the hilts of her swords. “Don’t worry your little head about it, Eren. You have lots of witnesses that saw what you did today. Even though you may get on their nerves every once in a while, you saved their lives… and gained their trust.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that no matter what in the hell you are, you would never hurt them. You proved yourself, and if they can’t see that then they must be dumber than Connie over here.”

“What the hell did I do?” The boy whined, making his way over to her a slight red hue on his cheeks. She chuckled, offering her friend a small smile. Eren chuckled at her slight dig towards Connie, knowing full well Connie always got the short end of the stick.

“I’m just kiddin’ you know this, Connie. You just happened to be the unfortunate soul who was nearby,”

“I deserve some type of compensation for all of this bullying,” She rolled her eyes at his dramatics, nudging him with her shoulder making him sulk. “That’s the opposite of what I asked for.”

“How about I let you have a piece of my chocolate whenever this is over?” At the mention of her infamous chocolate the boy practically gleamed. Connie began to thank her repeatedly, his grip on her never ceasing. Nudging her knee against his to try to get him off of you. The trio eyed the boy with a curious look in their eyes, the girl mouthing that she also had no idea what was going on.

“Alright, that’s enough, Springer. Back to work,” He immediately let go, running in the opposite direction of her a blush on his face. Levi scowled at his retreating figure, sliding his eyes over to the girl who just shrugged sheepishly.

“I’m not entirely sure what happened either, sir.”

“I’m glad it wasn’t just me then.” 

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Small pants left her lips as she had finally made it onto a rooftop away from everyone, trying to catch her breath. Suri had just finished listening to Eren’s court case, rage filling her body as she recalled back to the bleeding boy.

They had no fucking right. Without Eren, these bastards would all be dead right now.

Angrily throwing a brick she had found down towards some trees. She had gotten out of there as quickly as she could, absolutely seething. Jean had tried to follow her, but she managed to lose him several blocks from where she was.

“This is fucking stupid,” Suri huffed, blowing her hair out of her eyes as she rested her head down on the rooftop laying down on her back. The sun was currently being hidden by some clouds, her eyes fluttering close as she basked in the warmth.

“I s’pose you can say that,”

The sound of a velvety voice made her eyes snap open, springing up from her position, locking eyes with a pair of steely gray ones. Levi was currently leaning against a stone pillar, his arms crossed across his chest, his demeanor relaxed.

“Captain! I- how-”

“I found Jean practically gasping for air back there, so I questioned him, and he ratted you out.” She reminded herself to yell at Jean whenever she made it back, shoving her hands into her jacket. “Now, where were you planning on going all riled up?”

“Nowhere. I just- needed some time to cool down- I know it’s stupid. But I couldn’t stand seeing Eren like that.” Running her fingers through her hair as she made eye contact with Levi, whose expression remained motionless. 

“It’s not stupid. Irrational, yes. But, understandable.” He eyed her heavily breathing form, moving from his position against the pillar making his way towards her. “I had been wondering how someone as ruthless as you was managing, but I’m glad to see that you aren’t made of stone.”

“I wish I was… having this many emotions isn’t good. I mean, thankfully it doesn’t affect me while out on the field but the aftermath, now that is what gets me.” Levi took all her words in a small nod of understanding coming from the short man, uncrossing his arms. She felt silly expressing her emotions to her Captain knowing that he probably had more important things to be doing. 

“Have you tried talking to anyone about this? Like Kirstein?”

“Jean? I mean, him and I are best friends but that boy, I think he’s going through a couple things mentally. I wouldn’t want to bombard him.”

“Not that I know much about this… but if I had a friend who was struggling, I would still help them no matter how much I was going through.” She allowed the Captain's words to sink in, knowing she would do the exact same thing. Damn you and being so damn smart. Levi eyed the young girl, his eyes not in their usual stern gaze.

“Sorry Captain. I promise this won’t happen again.”

“No need. You do know we have the training ground for this very reason, right? To make sure you guys have a safe spot to let out any anger or frustrations you guys might experience… you can come back whenever you think you’re ready.”

“Thank you Captain.” He hummed in response, his hands brushing his hair out of his face, making his way to the edge of the roof before jumping off. Suri slumped her shoulders, crouching down so she could get into a more comfortable position on the ground. Leaning her head where the Captain was just seconds prior, nibbling on her bottom lip in a train of thought.

You got this… Erens got this. We just need to overcome this small hiccup.

Rubbing her hand across her forehead, trying to get rid of the forming headache. 

She hadn't taken notice of how long she had stayed up there, her fingers messing with any stray branch and any piece of garbage that she found on the shingles of the roof. The sun had drastically gone down, small stars starting to make their way seen. She was trying to clear her mind before she made her way back down but no matter how close she thought she was to getting to a blank state of mind, she would think of something else that would bring her right back to where she started.

Everything was going good in her life.

Up until the fall of Trost.

Where she had to be thrown into this madness she had to call her life. While Suri knew that she would be witnessing death when she signed up, she never expected it before she had even made the decision on where she wanted to be. She had made the top 11 cadets, it was supposed to be the top 10 but they thought that each of them were too valuable so they made an exception. They had a hard time choosing between the 3 of the girls, who were all tied for first, but she knew that deep down Mikasa was above her and Annie. The way she moved was unlike anyone you guys had ever seen.

“You are impossible to find…” Jean panted from her right, his hair a little disheveled. She snapped out of your trance giggling at the sandy haired boy. She motioned to an open spot beside her, where he happily plopped himself down. “I almost sent out a search party.”

“No need. The captain actually found me about an hour ago,”

“What?! He told me he hadn’t!” Suri hid a smile, wrapping her arms around her knees, hugging them as close to her chest as she could. Jean rested his head on the cool pillar, his eyes closed.

“I’m glad he didn’t give away my whereabouts. Unlike someone else,” Suri coughed under her breath, sending a glare at Jean who was smirking at her statement. “Do you know how embarrassing that was for me, Jean? He found me throwing bricks. Bricks! He caught me throwing a tantrum, like a fuckin' child.”

“He probably thought it was cute,” Jean mused, opening his eyes just to send a wink at you. She scoffed, kicking him playfully. He chuckled, patting her leg comfortingly. “You can deny it as much as you want. But to see one of the scariest girls in the Cadet Corps, throwing a brick with a pout-”

“I was not pouting-”

“-with your arms crossed. What I would have paid to see that,” She gave the boy a side eye, who was just eyeing her with a playful glint in his eyes. 

“I mean if you pay me well, you can see it again.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm. I can’t guarantee that the brick won’t directly make contact with your face though,”

“Okay now that’s a little far-”

“I can always aim lower-”

“Okay! I get it!” She giggled at the boy whose face was contorted in pain, thinking about the brick landing on his precious ‘jewels’, his hands holding his legs up towards his chest to keep them away from her touch. 

The two of you spent another hour up on the roof telling jokes back and forth, well it was more like Jean trying to cheer her up.

She wouldn't admit it but her mood lightened significantly. Jean had been one of her closest friends even since before the two of them had joined, but it wasn’t until they had finally joined when they had gotten even closer. She wasn't sure if it was because of the possible risk factor of not possibly being there the next day, but she didn't want to take that chance.

The golden eyed boy knew exactly how to unpress the buttons everyone had pushed, knowing how to get her laughing. Jean had just finished telling her about a funny comment that Connie had made, that Captain Levi had overheard making the poor boy run laps and clean the stables for the evening, halting his laughter as he took notice of her change of demeanor. The air had gotten a little colder, making her shiver at the cold gusts of air.

“Here,” Jean had barely given her any time to think before he threw his jacket over her shoulders, a warmth enveloping the girl. She began to protest but he just pretended like he couldn’t hear her, his lips turning up in a smile. “What’s that? Oh, I’m sorry, I can’t hear you.”

“Jean…” She threatened, tugging his jacket closer to her enjoying the warmth. His smell invaded her nose, the scent of coffee. Not too strong, like he had added a lot of milk and sweetener to it. It smelled delicious. “I’m only accepting this because I’m cold.”

“That’s what they all say,”

“I’m not afraid to shove my foot up your coffee loving ass, Kirstein.”

“You smell that?! Oh god, maybe I do drink it too much-”

“Oh it’s not a bad smell at all! I promise. It smells really good actually ,” At her compliment the boy halted, turning his head down to see if she was lying leaning in closely.

His eyes scanned her doe eyes feeling his breath flicker slightly, once he caught no sign of her lying, humming happily to himself. Jean shuffled slightly to the left, his knee brushing against hers a small smirk making its way onto her lips.

“Oh really? Hmm.. remind me to go out and buy more.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.” She rolled her eyes at him, nuzzling further into the warm fabric her eyes fluttering close. Unbeknownst to the girl, the sandy haired boy never once took his eyes off of her.

Tracing over her eyelashes resting on her cheeks with his eyes, his lips parting as he tried to take in every single one of her features.

Every single freckle.

Every little scar.

He knew that trying to get with her was a long shot, but he was within an arms reach and he wasn't going to let it slide.

authors note: hey lovelies! i would appreciate any and all feedback if you guys have any. i love hearing you guys and knowing y’all like my work <3

Hi babe! I love your work! Could you maybe write something with adult lupin x younger plus size reader where both of them have insecurities and it causes tragic moments in their relationship. And siriues is there like "why am i the only person with a brain". I know its vague bit I have been having a lot of body image issues, especially with my saggy tits and belly. I just think I am disgusting rn. I just need some positivity to believe someone can actually love me.

Little Things | Remus Lupin x Reader

word count: 1,960 words

warnings: talk of body image insecurities, cursing, slight making out

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A loud grunt left her lips, running her fingers through her hair in a tense manner. She had spent nearly an hour trying to get her new dress that she had bought to sit differently, pulling it every which way so it wasn’t as tight as it was. But to no avail. She huffed plopping down on the bed, eyeing herself in the mirror across from her. Recently she had gained some weight but she didn’t think it would change her sizing too much, so whenever she spotted this gorgeous summer dress she bought it without a second thought. Excitedly hurrying to throw the dress on, but now that she had it on she didn’t even want to step foot outside of her bedroom. A soft knock on her door snapped her out of her trance, making her way to open it, throwing on a smile.

Her eyes locked with a beautiful pair of hazel eyes, his smile easing any of her worries. He made his way inside his eyes racking over her body, his lips curling even higher as he reached out and messed with the soft fabric. She tried to make sure her face didn’t give away what she was currently feeling, allowing her boyfriend to circle around her his hands trailing over every inch of her.

“You look gorgeous, honey. Is this dress new?”

“Yes. I just got it this morning, but… it kinda fits weird doesn’t it?” She murmured softly, tilting her head as she took another glance at herself in the mirror. Remus shook his head at his girlfriend, moving to stand in front of her locking eyes with her. He gently cupped her face, pressing a soft kiss onto her lips. She smiled into the kiss, holding his hands against her face as he deepened the kiss.

“Of course not, sweetie. It looks absolutely amazing on you. Look at you! This color makes you look so good,” She giggled at his sweet words, kissing his plump lips back allowing herself to see what he was currently looking at. I guess he’s not wrong… my boobs looks fucking amazing in this dress. Running her fingers over the fabric, humming happily.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Almost, I still need to grab shoes.” Remus looked down at her feet, realizing she in fact was not wearing shoes kicking her big toe softly. She giggled, wiggling her toes at him making the sandy haired boy laugh. “Moveeee, you’re in my way.”

The subtlest flash of anxious thoughts made her spin around on her heel,“Now that I'm thinking about it...I think I might change my dress,” 

“What if I stand right…here” Remus sneaked his arms around her waist, eyeing her sweet face, a smirk making its way onto his face. Before she could ask any questions, he was throwing her onto their bed making her yelp. He trailed his fingers down her sides making her squirm, trying to run away from his tickling fingers. She laughed loudly at his , attempting to wiggle away but his firm thighs held her in place. Remus blew his hair out of his face, his cheeks a slight shade of pink.

“Remus! Stop! I’m gonna pee myself!”

“Why would I do that? You look so cute when you’re underneath me,” He teased her, enjoying watching her cheeks blaze a bright shade of red. She pouted at the hazel eyed boy, admitting defeat allowing him to pepper her face in hundreds of kisses. “Please- don’t- change- you- look- beautiful” 

She huffed, knowing that lying to Remus never went well. That boy could read her inside and out. To this day, she still hasn't been able to lie to the boy. No matter how hard she tried. Remus eyed her a playful glint in his eyes, a hand on either side of her face.

“Okay fine, I just wanted to put on a looser dress.”

“Aha, I knew it,”

“But, I’ll keep this on. I kind of like the way it makes my boobs sit,”

“Me too,” The boy murmured under his breath, making the girl smack his shoulder playfully. He chuckled, pressing a kiss onto her forehead rolling off of her. “Come on, love. We’re gonna be late. Sirius will kill us if we’re late,”

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Sirius had invited you guys over to celebrate his birthday, happily letting you guys know beforehand that he was going to be very much ‘out of it’ as he quoted. The pair arrived to the party on time, even after spending a couple minutes trying to find her pair of shoes that she had wanted to wear with this dress in specific. Remus had decided to wear a button up shirt that matched the color of her dress, almost, it was a shade or two darker but it made him look drop dead gorgeous. Sirius playfully gagged at how you guys had shown up color coordinating, his smile as wide as ever.

“Hello, lovebirds! I almost thought you guys weren’t gonna make it,”

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world, Siri. Happy Birthday!!” She excitedly wrapped her arms around the tall dark haired wizard, who happily wrapped his arms around her short frame. Sirius stuck his tongue out at Remus, who rolled his eyes at his childish antics. Sirius held them there a couple seconds too long, trying to rile up the werewolf. 

“Mmm, your hugs truly are the best. Remus, you don’t mind if I steal her for the night do you?”

“I do, actually. She looks better with my arm around her, than yours,” Remus teased, tugging her away from his best friend. Sirius chuckled, wrapping his arms around his friend hugging him tightly. “Plus, I think she likes me a lot more than you.”

“That’s what she wants you to think, Moony.” Sirius scoffed, pulling away from the sandy haired boy making his way inside but not before sending her a wink. She rolled her eyes at his flirty antics, looping her arm through Remus’ as they followed Sirius inside.

Sirius wasn’t lying when he said that he was going to be out of it. That man had his kitchen table full of nothing but alcohol, and maybe an occasional finger food here and there. He had somehow turned his living room into a dance floor, with lights everywhere and music blasting.

He was currently dancing to a favorite song of his, with his top off- not too sure on how quickly he managed that. The young girl shook her head at the man, giggling with Lily at the way Sirius and James were trying to coax Remus out onto the dance floor.

“Those boys are a horrible influence,”

“You can say that again- oh god, please tell me they’re not trying to get him to take his shirt off. “ Lily shook her head, eyeing the trio. James had also joined Sirius in removing his shirt, his glasses sitting skewed on his nose. The short girl let out a small breath she didn’t realize she was holding, her grip on her drink tightening.

“Come on, Moony! Show me- hic- those abs,” Sirius hiccuped, tugging at Remus’ button up. Remus’ eyes were wide, trying to escape his death grip. “It’s not as bad as it seems-”

“Yes it is,” The hazel eyed boy scolded, holding his cardigan close to his chest trying to seek an escape. Twisting his head around to make eye contact with his girlfriend who seemed to catch on, excusing herself from Lily. 

“Excuse me fellas, do you mind if I steal my lovely boyfriend for a second?” She joined the trio, removing Sirius’ fingers from Remus’ shirt flashing them a sweet smile.

Sirius pouted a whine coming from his lips leaning against the girl, wrapping his arms around her. Her eyes grew wide as her face was being smothered against his bare chest, putting her hands up to set a little bit of a distance between the two of them.

“Nooooo… if I can’t have Moony, can I take you then?”

“Alright, Sirius, I think you’ve had a little too much to drink.” Lily scolded, trying to get the boy off of her. Sirius tightened his grip on you, his warm breath fanning over her face as he pressed a wet kiss onto her nose. He proceeded to cover her reddening face in wet kisses, ignoring the redhead trying to detach him from the girl. Crinkling her nose at the cold that was on her from her face being slobbered on. “How about you go hug, James?” 

“James!”

“Padfoot!”

The girl wiped off her face hurriedly, making her way over to Remus who looked frazzled. She wrapped her arms around him, cooing at the boy making their way into the kitchen.

“Honey… you okay?”

“I-I don’t know why I freak out. I-Im sorry. I guess I just really didn’t want them to see me under this shirt-”

“Hey, it’s okay. There’s no need to apologize, I should have stepped in sooner. But, it’s okay. It’s over now. Come here, honey.” She wrapped her arms around the shaken up Marauder, who hugged her back tightly.

They both stayed in that position just holding one another, soft affirmations being whispered between them.

Remus had never shown his insecurities like that before.

The boys had seen him without a shirt before, but that was when they were younger. Remus had grown older and his body didn’t look the same as it did when they first started transforming. After seeing how good their bodies looked, he was rather ashamed for them to see him like that.

“I have a question…”

“Yes, honey?”

“Do… do you think my body is attractive?”

“Of course I do, Rem... Why would you ask that?”

“I just- whenever Sirius was holding you, I just- I got kind of self conscious because you could be with someone like him instead of-”

“Remus. Have you looked at yourself? You’re fucking beautiful. Everything about you is. I love Sirius to death, but I could never see myself with him. You understand how I feel when it comes to me being insecure with my weight, and you know exactly how to get me out of that headspace. Sirius has always just told me that I’m being crazy for thinking that. And while that’s sweet and all, it doesn’t really help me… and he’s Sirius.” She chuckled, running her fingers through Remus’ soft locks. “I don’t think I could see myself with that party animal,”

“But what about James-”

“Honey… they’re not you. They could never be you.” 

Remus sighed deeply, tightening his hold on her. They both have had this talk once before at one of Sirius’ pool parties, where they were both too scared to go into the pool because they didn’t want anybody to look at them. But after spending a couple minutes calming down, they had finally said ‘screw it’ and jumped in regardless.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you Rem. You and every single one of those cardigans.” He blushed, resting his forehead against her staring into her eyes. She giggled, reaching up to kiss his soft lips. Their eyes fluttered closed, deepening the kiss pressing her up against the counter. A soft moan left her lips as he bit on her bottom lip softly. Remus grinned to himself, knowing that no one could ever hear these heavenly noises coming from her sweet lips. 

“Have you guys seen- oh lord-”

“THEY’RE MAKING BABIES!”

“EW! I MAKE FOOD ON THAT COUNTER, MOONY!”

The couple giggled at the drunk pair that were pointing at them in disgust, with a blushing Lily in the back. Remus wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, holding her close to him as he watched Sirius fake gag while James held his hair back drunkenly. The blushing girl joined in holding Sirius’ hair back, patting his back. A smile made its way onto his lips as he eyed his two best friends with the love of his life.

authors note: thank you so much for this request, hon! i hope this was to your liking, i am sorry this took me forever. i want to let you know that i also struggle with body image issues, and to the both of us, we got this honey! lots of love <3

chance | l. ackerman x reader

everything about her seemed to attract every type of person.

people younger.

people older.

people of the same sex.

people of the opposite.

but she paid no mind.

her only mission in life was to kill these titans and to get your life back to normal. and until she did that, she would push every person aside.

or so she thought.

she had never understood how people could do stupid things like putting themselves at risk for love, it wasn't until that someone came into her life and showed her how to fix that part of her that she finally understood. that the feeling of loving someone was too good to let go. and she was gonna make sure that no one would ever hurt her or her loved one until she died.

word count: 1,151 words

warnings: gore, cursing

part 2 here!

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 A loud grunt left her lips as she flung her whole body towards the titan coming her way, twirling mid air until she was face to face with the nape of its neck. The wind slapped her face harshly, digging her blades into its neck feeling every inch of it as she sliced his skin, swiping as hard as she could to her left. The sight of its chunk of skin flinging off merely satisfied her, jerking back as her ODM gear latched itself into a wall behind her. The 10 meter titan collapsed on the floor almost as quickly as it had appeared. Without letting her guard down she proceeded to go on foot landing on a nearby roof, running as quickly as she could from rooftop to rooftop in search of any other titan. 

The scouts were trying to make sure no titans came anywhere close to Eren who was a bit preoccupied with a boulder on his back. Suri wasn't entirely sure how this all came to be, but she was choosing to ignore it until after they had plugged up the wall.

She knew Eren.

She knew that boy would never do anything to harm any of them, so she wasn’t worried. 

“Hey! What’s got your head in the clouds, pumpkin?” Jean shouted, landing not so effortlessly beside the girl. She rolled her eyes, not letting her stride falter.

“Don’t worry about it, Kirstein. Also- what?”

“I thought it was cute,”

“Well, you thought wrong.” She huffed, brushing her hair out of her face, her eyes scanning her surroundings. Jean smirked at the stern look in her face, facing forward. The pair of you broke into a sprint, the hissing of her gear was all that was heard as she sped in the direction of a 7 meter titan making his way towards Connie. 

“Hyah!” She screamed, allowing her body to put as much of her frustration into that hit making the titan fall down a gush of steam slapping her face. Connie spun on his heel, a shocked expression etched on his lips. Without halting her movements feeling the burning sensation of titan blood on her face, “You have to be more careful, Springer!” 

The wind was twirling her hair, making it almost impossible to see. She angrily huffed, coming to a stop on a stone pillar. Hurriedly throwing her hair up into a tight bun so it couldn’t get in her line of vision. 

“Watch out!” The sound of someone screaming near her made her freeze, jumping up into the air. She looked down at her feet, noticing that a titan hand had narrowly missed her by less than an inch. Shaking her head at her recklessness, latching her hook onto a nearby building, arching her body backwards as she flung yourself into a ready position. Twirling her blades in her hands, effortlessly hitting its nape sending the smiling freak tumbling face first. Bits of rubble found their way flying towards her cheek, leaving small cuts as she sped off towards the remaining scouts. 

“What happened to being more careful-”

“Connie, respectfully, I will shove my foot up your ass if you finish that sentence of yours.”

“How do you know he isn’t into that?” Jean retorted, a playful glint in his eyes. A small smile made its way onto her lips as she eyed the buzzed boy whose mouth was wide open. Suri leaned over and shut it for him, ruffling the small strands of hair he had on his head. 

“He’s only jokin’”

“No I wasn’t-”

“Kirstein, I swear to god.” She rolled her eyes at the sandy haired boy, who chuckled at her threat. At this point she had managed to wipe out all the titans nearby, her hands dropping slightly as she adjusted her grip on them. “I wonder how many more titans there are left…”

“I mean if we’re not counting the 50 over by where Armin is, then I’d say 0.” Connie sighed, eyeing her frame as she turned your head to see where Armin had led all the titans. A small wince left her lips at the sight of all of their clamoring hands pawing at the wall.

“I wouldn’t say 0 quite yet, Springer.” Jean interjected, tapping his sword against hers gaining her attention. She turned to face him, who was nodding in the direction of Eren. 

“Fuck me…” The three of you had caught sight of five 10 meter titans that had just marched in through the entrance. Throwing her head back a groan leaving her lips, readying herself to take off.  “Don’t get yourselves killed. If you die, I’m reincarnating you just to kill you myself.”

“You be safe too, Suri!”

A bubble of laughter left her lips, throwing herself off the rooftop, her ODM gear latching onto a concrete wall sending her body flying towards the titans.

The familiar sensation of the wind slapping her calmed her in a way, keeping her attentive to her actions, eyes never once leaving the approaching limbs.

One thing that Suri bragged about when it came to being a cadet, was how agile she was while flying.

She was one of the fastest, along with Mikasa. The two girls had never failed to impress. Her swiftness and ability to kill titans like she was sleeping was a god given gift. Every ounce of her strength went into every strike, while making it look effortless. 

“Why don’t you assholes fucking die?” She growled under her breath, her blades down by your knees. 

The sound of her gas hissing caught the attention of 3 of them, their huge eyes eyeing her like a carcass of meat. Smiling at the sight of them, swinging herself around them as a way of taunting them. 

They all had the same fucking look in their eyes. Hunger. She didn’t know why, but seeing those 3 helpless titans swing their limbs in every attempt to grab her filled her with so much rage. Swiping her tongue across her bottom lip, wetting it as she hovered above them.

Suri shot her hook straight across them, flinging up into the air a loud laugh leaving her lips. I hope you assholes rot in hell.  

Leaving her swords to her right as she sped by them, the sound of her blades cutting through their flesh was like music to her ears as each one dropped right after the other.

Their blood coated her head to toe the stinging sensation from their boiling blood made her wince, wiping it off the corner of her mouth in disgust discarding the chipped swords.

The sound of Eren howling to her right made her tense up, watching as he flung the boulder into the entrance, a humongous gust of dirt and rubble flying towards her. The sound of people cheering sent a wave of relief over her, locking her swords back in place proceeding to fly down to where Levi was currently standing over a titans dead body.

“-tell me what the hell I’m looking at."

authors note: hey lovelies! im starting a new series about aot, and i really hope y'all enjoy it. i've been kinda experimenting with a bunch of new things and new ways of writing so hopefully all goes good! feedback and requests are always welcome!

intoxicating

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word count: 4.1k

warnings: grinding, drinking, cussing, plz lemme know if i forgot anything else :3

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the first thing people took notice of when they looked at you -

that mesmerizing smile.

the way you carried yourself was so profound, as if every bad thing thrown your way would just bounce right off.

your bubbly energy enraptured everybody around you, feeding off of your wide grins, and constant laughter bringing a sense of joy into their life.

earning your nickname; sweet girl.

everyone loved you from the moment they laid their eyes on you.

i mean... who wouldn't?

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part 2 here!

"Sweetheart, you have got to get ahold of yourself."

"I do- I don't know what makes you think I don't."

A scoff left Garcia's stained lips, as she stared at your frantic fingers messing with your hair, trying to apply everything all at once. Reaching for your signature perfume, spraying a good dosage on to ensure it stays on the whole night. The blonde had come over to get ready for a night out in the town with her fellow co-workers, including a certain brunette that you had a soft spot for.

Your hair was not cooperating with you. Not. In. The. Slightest.

Does this dress make me look- too much?

Who the hell made this damn mousse-

"If you touch your hair one more time, I will personally make it my life's mission to get rid of your existence." She grabbed a hold of your arm, tugging you out of the bathroom despite your protests. "Spencer won't care what your hair looks like when he's got you underneath him."

A gasp left your lips, smacking Penelope's giggling behind as she ran away from you towards your front door. "Or above him- whatever you're into sweet cheeks."

"Oh! I'm going to get your ass, Pen."

"Run that by my boss first!"

Penelope ripped the front door open, revealing a startled Hotch who had just raised his fist to knock on your house door. A smug smirk graced the blonde's lips, sticking her tongue out at you as she ran towards the SUV where Morgan was waiting. You stood there with a pout on your lips, grabbing your purse from your entrance table. Hotch eyed your dressed up figure, feeling his heart rate pick up as you made your way over to him your perfume engulfing his senses.

"Hiya Hotch." Wrapping your arm around his waist, giving the older man a tight squeeze letting your free hand lock the door behind you stuffing your keys into your purse. Penelope and you might have had one too many shots, the constant cheesing on your face giving you away. 

"Hello sweet girl." Hotch had known you long enough to see you in every situation imaginable, including your drunk side. He chuckled as you left your arm around him, not minding it for a second as you guys walked down the steps to the car. "Are we sure this isn't the aftermath of the bar?"

You let out a small giggle, knowing he was partially right. Hotch opened up the car door for you, helping you into the lifted vehicle a small thank you leaving your lips as you scooted further in as he squeezed in behind you.

The car smelled like people who had were planning on getting laid.

Hotch’s cologne smelled of leather and cinnamon. Discretely trying to hide the fact that you were inching closer to him like a dog sniffing out a treat.

Whilst Morgans cologne smelled of coconut and sugar; not enough to be irritating to the nose.

Both you and Penelope's perfumes smelled nice and sweet, contrasting with the guys.

Penelope was blasting Kesha through the SUV, while Morgan attempted to turn it down without her noticing. Either she noticed or didn't care, allowing her voice to do the work for her as she embodied Kesha.

"We are just getting started, I promise. You should join us! Didn't Morgan draw the short stick for tonight? Leaves you perfectly able to get wasted with us,"

Morgan gave you a glare in the rearview mirror, not letting your mocking affect his driving as he tried his best to follow the law with his boss as his passenger. Hotch just shook his head as you unzipped your purse showing him the contents inside.

His eyebrow raised, he saw several colorful shooters clinking around in the small accessory adorning your body, a smile gracing your warming skin. You took out a bright green shooter, shoving it into his hands.

"What in the-"

"Pen. Catch." Penelope didn't even have to move, her hands expertly catching the pink shot you had picked out just for her. You opted for a blue one, knowing this flavor in specific masked the taste as best it could making it easier to down.

You raised your eyebrow back up at Hotch cracking your drink open, a soft sigh left his lips knowing you wouldn't back down. He proceeded to crack his open, whoops leaving the girls lips. Clinking your shot against his. Your arm moving to wrap around his bringing the cold glass to your lips, allowing the burning sensation to trickle down your throat. Hotch felt his breath hitch at your touch, downing the shooter back.

Hotch was used to harder liquor, but something about the neon colored vodka was already making him feel a little warm. Shaking his head at the taste, putting the lid back on the drink as he watched you reach for another.

"Woah, sweet girl... you sure you can handle another?"

Your rolled your eyes at his concerning words, easily tossing another shooter back as you opened your mouth to show it was gone. Hotch felt a small smirk tug at his lips at the sight, adjusting himself in his seat subtly.

"I almost flunked out of college my freshman year because I was getting drunk every weekend. I learned my handful of tricks- I would put Dr. Reid to shame." Morgan whistled, making Garcia laugh as she reminisced on some of the stories you had told her. An ever-growing smirk graced your lips, re-applying a generous amount of lip gloss to your lips. 

Hotch eyed the bubbly girl, as she made herself comfortable against the taller man. He spread his jean cladded legs as she plopped her purse on his lap, using him as a table rummaging through the contents. Choosing to ignore the sensation of her nimble fingers ghosting over his dark wash jeans, adjusting his position on the leather seat. She pulled out another shooter and mingled it into his hands, a small chuckle bubbling in his chest.

"You're going to have to show me one day, sweet cheeks.”

"Wouldn't you love to see that, sweet boy?"

Morgan smirked up at you as he pulled up to the valet who were excited to take the keys from your favorite Agent, sending a wink to the blushing girl holding the keys. You were about to open the door, almost jumping as you saw Hotch had already beaten you to it. Looking back and forth between the door and your now empty seat beside you, the grinning raven haired man made your heart skip a beat.

"How-"

"Your intoxicated state is making your reaction time slow," His deep voice hummed into your ear, his hands splaying across your back allowing his warmth to keep you from shivering. Hotch lent his arm out, grasping onto his bicep firmly as you made your way into the bar. The shooter you had given the tall man tucked away in his jeans, holding your body close to ensure you wouldn't run off.  His cologne smelled even stronger up close, allowing yourself to engulf the scent a soft sigh leaving your glossed lips.

It didn't take long for Hotch have to glare at the wandering eyes of plenty of men who were attempting to undress you with their nasty eyes. He knew men were absolute garbage as time had gone by, but he knew that he would never let these ones especially anywhere near you tonight. 

It didn't take long for you to find your other co-workers even in all of the chaos, the place bordering a club atmosphere. The bar was currently playing one of your favorite songs, allowing the music to guide your body. You let your grip loosen as you made a beeline towards JJ who was smiling widely up at you, a bright pink coating her cheeks. Your heels clicking mesmerizingly against the stone floor, having mastered the art in running in those strappy shoes.

"JJ!! I missed youuuu," You hurriedly wrapped your arms around her neck, pressing a sticky kiss onto her cheek. She let out a muffled laugh as she held you tighter. "Where is-"

"Spence? Right behind you, honey." The giggling girl whispered into your ear, you spun on your heel making eye contact with the man you had been thinking about all night. A smile made its way onto your lips, taking a seat beside the brunette. 

As if he couldn't get anymore attractive.

The sight of his dark green cardigan bringing out the green in his hazel eyes, hidden behind his god forsaken sexy ass glasses. His cologne wafted over to you, the soft scent of coffee and something sweet. The smell was enough to make your mouth water.

What kind of test do they have to pass to work at the BAU? It seemed like every man and woman had to make your knees buckle to work there.

"Hiya Spence."

The flustered boy tucked his hair behind his ear, turning in his seat to give you his undivided attention. Your perfume infiltrating his nostrils, before having heard your voice. A smell he was all too keen on knowing, wetting his bottom lip nervously. "Oh h-hi!"

The conscious part of your brain attempted to send signals to your body to be smart, your drunk limbs ignoring it as you allowed your legs to entwine with his slack cladded leg closest to you. His breath hitching the smallest of gasps leaving his pink lips. 

The sound of someone hollering behind you made you turn around in your seat, waving excitedly at the dark hair girl approaching. Elle feigned a dramatic hand over her chest, her dress showing off her curves in all the right places. The girl walked over to you, your smile having not left your lips since getting in the car. Smacking a wet kiss on your dark haired friends cheek who just wrapped an arm around your waist. "We were about to send out a search party. We thought Morgan got you guys lost again,"

"Oh he most definitely did, I think the aftershave has made him lose some brain cells over the years." You teased the burly man, who shot you a glare reaching over the table to flick your forehead a gasp leaving your lips. You detangled your legs from Spencers missing the warmth almost as soon as you detached, sending a harsh kick to Morgan who hissed at your heels.

"Son of a bitch. Watch your back, sweet cheeks."

"Want me to kiss it better?" A small twinkle shone in his eyes, his usual flirty smirk making its way onto his face. You turned on your charm, resting your face on your hands as you batted your eyelashes at the man your glossy lips parted open. Everyone at the table watched in amusement as Morgan practically melted at her doe eyes looking up at him, leaning closer to her face. 

"I would love nothing more-"

"I call dibs first, Chocolate Thunder." Penelope butted in, making her first appearance at the table a tray full of drinks. She handed you your signature drink, the vibrant color matching her outfit. Clapping your hands as you blew a kiss to the blonde, wrapping your lips around the straw humming happily at the cold liquid making its way down your throat. 

"No need to call dibs when I've already kissed you, baby cheeks."

"You're not special, Derek. We've all kissed, sweets." All the girls threw in their words of agreement, a chuckle leaving Spencers lips as he watched the look of disbelief on Morgan's face. "Sweet as her name, she is." 

"Don't make me kiss you on the mouth again, Pen."

"Maybe that's what I'm hinting at, sweet girl."

A burst of giggles left the girls mouths as they all grabbed ahold of the shots Garcia had bought everyone. 

Well, everyone except Morgan. 

Penelope had grabbed something strong; wanting to ensure it did what it was intended to do. You had seen Spencer had also proceeded to throw back a shot a small wince leaving his lips. "You would think after 9,006 years, that we would know how to mask the taste of alcohol."

"I like the pain. Gives a little thrill, don't you think?" Tilting your head at the doctor whose eyes widened a little, his cheeks flushing pink. A small giggle left your lips placing your hand dangerously close to his thigh, turning your attention to the raven haired man beside you.

"What are you nursing there, Hotch?" He turned to his left, eyeing the flustered girl a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he showed her his glass. "Mind if I have a sip?" 

"Of course. Go ahead." The girl gently took the glass from his hands, taking a small sip of the drink a soft hum leaving her lips. He felt his chest tighten at the sight of her lips on the same glass his were just on. She just grinned at the man, handing him back his jack and coke. "Not bad- too Hotch for me." 

Gently rising from your chair at the table, gaining the attention of everyone at the table a grin already plastered on your face. Spencer eyed your radiating body, his brain turning to mush as he tried to focus on the words leaving your pretty lips. Chugging the rest of your cocktail, the cold feeling nice on your warming face. "Time to dance!"

Penelope wasted no time, dragging a more than ready Morgan onto the swarm of people on the dance floor. JJ and Elle had already partnered up, their swaying bodies entwined together. Leaving you in between Spencer and Hotch. Both who looked absolutely delicious-

Hold on- what?

Delicious?

I mean... 

Hotch's black polo did absolute numbers for his muscular body. His biceps just about bulging out of the shirt, snug around his lean torso. Wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around his waist. And don't even mention his gorgeous eyes, with their specks of green becoming visible the closer you got to him.

And then Spencer.

That boy looked like straight out of a rom com. His puppy eyes staring at you intently like nothing around you existed. His chiseled jaw and those puffy lips were all you could think about at work. His button ups fitting him just right, the cardigans about to swallow him whole wishing you were in them as well.

"Sweets?"

The sound of Hotchs raspy voice speaking broke you out of your trance, blinking away your borderline wet dream about your co-worker and superior. Taking notice of Spencers empty seat, turning to Hotch with a confused look on your face. "He went to the restroom. Everything okay? You were unresponsive there for a second."

"Y-yes. Sorry, I was- I don't even know. You guys both looked so good, my brain started short circuiting." The words were spewing out of your mouth like muscle memory, a shocked expression filtering over the usually furrowed mans face. "How about that dance?"

"Oh no, I don't-"

"Hotchner, don't start. I was promised a dance,"

"-I think that was you doing the promising." You grabbed ahold of his wrist, tugging the protesting man whose eyes had grown soft. "You're awfully strong when you're drunk. Did you know that?"

"I think it's similar to when crack heads do crack, except without the crack." You shouted into his ear, the music practically making it near impossible to hear. Hotch just let a laugh slip out, his hands having found their home on your hips barely touching you, afraid he would mess it all up.

Pitbull had begun to blast through the club, your body swinging to the beat having known the rhythm a little too well for your liking. The clubs lights had gotten dark, except for the strobe lights and stage lights lighting up the crowd every now and then. You could see Penelope shouting the words at Morgan who bared an amused stare at the blonde, dancing with her drunken form the pink spotlight lighting up her blonde hair perfectly.

A whine left your lips at the lack of contact with your dance partner, pressing your body against the towering man above you knowing this exact situation must be written somewhere on what not to do with your boss. He almost halted his movements if it weren't for your hands finding his and wrapping his arms further around your waist. Hands finding their home around his neck, chills going down his spine as he felt how close you were to him.

The music took ahold of your body. Every beat sending your hips to follow half a second later, memorizing the way Hotch followed your every move. As if your bodies were made just for one another; you moved in sync with each other, neither of you having to give cues as if you guys had been doing this for years.

Hotch felt this body growing hotter the longer you were grinding up against him, a small line of guilt bubbling inside but his body seemed to be doing all the thinking for him. His hands tightening their grip on your hips as he pulled you impossibly closer to him a soft gasp leaving your lips. Your body swaying and turning in his grasp pressing your ass against his growing member, Hotch's head leaning into your neck.

You rolled your head back leaning against Hotch's muscular body, trying to see if it was your mind playing tricks on your or if it truly was what you thought it was poking against your ass.

Every touch felt- electric.

The pawing at your body from Hotch made your body writhe in his grasp, feeling yourself getting drunk in his touch. Shaking hands reaching behind you to find his head full of hair and run your fingers through his gelled hair, enjoying the soft rumble against his chest. Turning back around to face him, wondering what was running through his head right now.

Hotch knew he must have looked as crazy as he felt. Scanning every inch of her face, cupping her face in his warm calloused hand tucking her hair away from her face.

He could see every tiny freckle, and scar on your face.

The sparkly gloss coating your lips enticing him the longer you mouthed the words close to his chest.

Every one of his senses was focused on you.

Your perfume.

Your body.

Your gorgeous eyes.

He couldn't look away-

"If you wanted to kiss me Hotch, you could have just asked,"

Before Hotch could lean down and press his awaiting lips on yours, you spotted a tall lanky figure looking around detaching your limbs from the man a giant grin gracing your features. Waving at the approaching figure, tugging the brunette closer to you. The older man almost rolled his eyes, keeping his hands tucked into his pocket his fingers knocking with the shooter you had gifted him earlier.

"Spence! I was about to send out a search party,"

The blushing boy tried to stammer out a response, his eyes locking with Hotch's.

His boss- correction. His friend was staring at him as if he had just came out and told him he was the unsub on a case. Wiping his clammy hands against his dark slacks, wondering what he had interrupted.

"The line to the bathroom was long. If it weren't for the fact that I had to-"

"Did you know that Aaron is a good dancer?" You shouted in Spencers direction, the name slipping off your tongue sweet like honey.

Hotch turned to face the girl replaying the sound of his name falling off of her lips over and over again, hoping she would say it again. Spencer raised a surprised eyebrow at the cheesing girl, whose hold on him hadn't faltered.

"I'm not too surprised. His stature and athleticism point him in the direction of having better coordination than the average person."

"I have no idea what you just said! Maybe Pitbull is having some affect on my hearing," 

"Maybe we should go sit down, hm?" Hotch whispered into your ear, his breath fanning over your face. Nodding along to his words, grabbing ahold of his unsuspecting hand tugging them over to the back corner table you were sitting at. A soft sigh left your lips, as you reached for Hotch's glass tossing the rest of the drink back. 

Spencer eyed your hand that was still holding onto Hotch's practically burning a hole into his much larger hand, a million thoughts coursing through his head. "Next one is on me, Aaron."

"Don't worry about it, sweet girl. Let me go buy another drink, I'll order you a water."

"What! I'm not even close to being done, please..." A pout found its way onto your face," Just one or two more."

Hotch couldn't say no to that face. "One more. Reid, want anything?"

"Can I just get a water, please?"

Hotch untangled your hand from his, his retreating figure hard to miss even with all the people surrounding him. Spencer took this chance to try to erase any progress Hotch had made, his figure seating itself right beside you. His shaking hand found its place on your thigh, a choked sound leaving your lips eyeing the nervous boy standing before you. Your heart just about dropped into your stomach, a fluttering in your stomach as the guy you had been crushing on had made a move.

Please move it higher-

"I wish we could have had our dance, Spence... I'm sure you've got some more tricks up your sleeve I haven't seen."

"I don't think I would have been able to keep it professional if I got my hands on you,"

Fuck.

"What if I didn't want you too?"

You were playing with fire. 

Knowing full well you had just basically had sex with your boss out on the dance floor, but your brain wanted them both. 

And bad. 

Spencers face heated up, his face leaning closer to yours feeling your chest tighten as he almost brushed his lips against yours his warm minty breath burning your eyes slightly. Holding your breath as you felt him pull back a confused look on your face, taking notice of a looming figure coming your way. The feeling of your blood rushing to your already burning face made you feel a little faint, fanning your face to try to cool off.

Morgan raised an eyebrow at the pair of you a knowing look on his face, clapping Spencers shoulder with a smirk on his lips. "My man. I never knew you had it in you,"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, okay. I didn't know it was a secret, sweet girl. Does this mean the nicknames are off limits now?"

You giggled at the reddening of Spencers face, nudging him playfully. "Not at all, baby. But, Spencer is right. We have no idea what you're talking about."

"What is Spencer right about again?"

"Oh, him and our sweets are-"

Spencer had read your mind, sending a swift kick towards Morgan who let out a yelp turning around and giving the brunette a harsh punch to the arm. Hotch felt his face tense at the words Morgan was insinuating, hoping Morgan was just playing a joke on him taking the seat closest to you leaving you sandwiched in between your two wet dreams once more.

"Don't tell me you're all out of dances, sweet girl. I still haven't gotten mine."

"Oh trust, I'm not. I was just waiting on a good song to come on-"

As if someone was listening in on your conversation, Club Can't Handle Me came on a fan favorite between you and Morgan. A loud laugh leaving both of your mouths as he made his way over to you dragging you over to the huge crowd that you had just escaped. Morgans hands expertly found their place on your hips, having danced with the famous flirt many times. 

The way he grinned against your body had you almost a mess, allowing your legs to slip around his thigh dancing on him as if your life depended on it. By this point there was a layer of sweat on both of your bodies, making you look pornographic on the dance floor. His tight v-neck showed off his muscles well in the dim lighting of the bar, his arms practically engulfing you. 

"You're too hot to be here by yourself,"

"Shut up, Morgan."

The pretty boy leaned into the cusp of your ear, his lips brushing up against you. "If looks could kill, your two lover boys would have killed me tenfold." 

Peeking over his shoulder, noticing the evident glares of Hotch and Spencer who looked like they were 2 seconds away from walking over. "Want to help me make them make the first move?”

"You're an absolute minx, you know that?"

You knew Morgan was right, but the alcohol in you just wanted them to walk over and make you theirs. The music had changed to a slow sexier song, knowing if you were to do anything it would have to be now when the music would show everything off.

Closing your eyes allowing the music to guide you, putting every ounce of your being into grinding against Morgan. It didn’t take long of Morgan putting his hands closer to your ass before a cough interrupted the pair of you.

“Mind if I but in, Morgan?”

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a/n: guys this came to me in the middle of the night and i did NOT stop writing until 5 am. it just kept coming out. and FUCK, i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure rn. this is my first criminals minds fic pookies.

a/n: GUYS WHAT THE HECK! i am literally writing part two right now, you guys have been so nice to me :,)