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Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:

Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.

You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.

When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.

A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)

Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)

The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.

Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.

Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.

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Farah learns the meaning of grovelling (fan fiction)

I wrote a little something for Farah Dowling/Reader, only 500 ish words. There's gonna be a second chapter that's spicy and longer, but I wanted to drop the link to this first chapter just in case anyone wanted to take a look at it.

Keep in mind that I did not edit this, and wrote it in the middle of the night, so I don't even know if it's good enough to publish it, but here it is anyways lol

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Writing extreme emotions

How to convey specific feelings in an in-character way

—Body language

How do they behave? Are they jumping around and cheering, or do they quietly shake their fist in rage as they stare through the other people? Depending on the character, one can mean a lot more than another. For example, a quiet, shy character getting worked up means a lot more to the audience because we get to see a new side to them

—Breathing

Obviously everyone breathes. But irregular breathing patterns (especially when they’re noticed by someone who’s not the MC) can tell a lot about what their reaction is. Are they losing their breath from laughing to the point where they begin to laugh and cry? Or is the world spinning around them as they begin to hyperventilate, going lightheaded and feeling overwhelmed?

—How they interact with their location

Are they throwing things, staring straight through all of the beautiful scenery, or are the bright colors blinding them? The more public and busy the location is, the less they may feel inclined to really act out, or maybe part of it is that they’re so emotional that they don’t care. Just try to keep the setting in mind for any dramatic, emotional scenes.

—Other people’s reactions

Consider how much the outburst is out-of-character when thinking about reactions. Do people run to console the anti-hero when they break down into tears, or do they stand there awkwardly not knowing what to do? Or, does this happen so often that others know exactly what to say and do, or are they so tired that they stand in the corner, defeated?

—Remember to stay in character

If you want this scene to stand out, you need to remember the characters themselves. Everybody gets emotional and breaks down, and when you can make it true to the character, you will make it real to the audience

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Be a Good Girl (2/2)

Rated Explicit for smut, spanking, light bondage, light dom/sub

Chapter 1

Read here on AO3 or below.

This is... pure filth, I regret nothing.

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You gripped her hair harder, shamelessly moving her where you wanted to push yourself up over the edge. She licked desperately, fast strokes of her tongue that had pleasure shooting up your spine, rolling through your body so powerfully your legs threatened to give out.

“Don’t stop,” you panted, bracing your other hand on the wall to keep yourself upright. “You’re going to make me come.”

She let out a low moan of appreciation and continued with a renewed fervor, even as she steadied out her pace. She licked at the same perfect spot, over and over and over, hitting it just right to push you closer and higher and closer and closer—

The climax that had been building all day crashed over you, running through you with such power that you nearly collapsed against the wall, untangling your hand from Farah’s hair to catch yourself. Cries and whimpers fell from your lips as your body seemed to dissolve in the face of this pleasure, becoming instead a single intense point of feeling. Even as you came back to yourself the intensity didn’t go away, expanding to the white hot pulses spreading up your spine and down your legs.

A full day of teasing had left you greedy — you were beyond sensitive and still twitching from your orgasm, but you didn’t ever want the pleasure to stop, you wanted it to build and build until you hit that same high, euphoric peak as before. You reached down and pulled at Farah’s hair again, moving frantically against her mouth before the wave building again could recede. “Keep going — this is your mess, now clean it up.”

You didn’t know where such filthy words came from, nor if they were the right thing to say, but then it became clear that Farah loved them. She moaned again beneath you and her hands shot down from their spot above her head to grip your thighs, pulling you even harder onto her face. You let out a breathless chuckle at her desperation, scratching at her scalp before you sat back and let her work you up again.

It was almost gentler this time, not the mad rush it was before but a steady, continuous build to your next peak. Still, you had to abandon your grip on her hair as you were so overwhelmed with pleasure, and lean against the headboard while you rocked your hips in time with the rhythm of her tongue.

“Yes, that’s good, that’s so good, keep going,” you panted, and the encouragement drove her faster, hitting just the right spot with just the right pressure that you nearly keened and collapsed. “Yes—right there, right there don’t stop.”

And she didn’t, licking steadily until you came on her face for a second time, whole body trembling as sharper waves of pleasure washed through you, intense but oh so delicious.

After a minute you came back to yourself enough to lift your hips and let her breathe, though she seemed reluctant to let you go, massaging your hips as she kissed across your thighs, tongue occasionally running along the arousal smeared there.

You slowly crawled down her body, knees sore from being bent so sharply and your legs still quivering. “So good,” you murmured when you met her gaze, and bent down to kiss her.

It was a sloppy kiss, the kind Farah didn’t usually care for, but she opened her mouth completely to you and tugged you closer by your hair, and when she tasted so strongly of your arousal and her chin was still coated, you couldn’t resist delving deeper and kissing her fully.

“So good,” you murmured again when you broke for air, your mind too fuzzy to say anything else.

“Don’t I get a reward for such good service?” Her voice was smug, and you flashed back to that punishment you had promised.

Chuckling lowly, you grabbed her jaw with just enough force to hint that the next time could be harder. “You think you can fuck me dumb enough to forget how naughty you were today?”

She just smirked and fluttered her eyelashes, making you chuckle again. You crawled off the bed and moved to sit in the chair in the corner of the room, if only to hide how much your legs still shook. She sat up on her elbows, raising an eyebrow at you, and you just smiled blandly at her, making a vague gesture towards her. “Strip.”

She stood nimbly from the bed and reached for the zipper of her dress, slowly undressing in what was certainly a tease. When she slid off her underwear and kicked them over to her small pile of clothing next to her, she stood unabashedly before you, watching you for your next move. You watched her too, but more just to draw out the tension of the moment, taking the time to shamelessly look her up and down; following the smooth curve of her waist down to the lean lines of her legs, then back up the soft plane of her stomach to the full weight of her breasts, nipples dusky and hard and oh so delectable.

No matter how many times you saw her like this, she was always a vision.

Finally you stood, nodding towards the bed as you took a slow step towards her. “Kneel. On your hands and knees for me.”

She worked her jaw, looking for a moment like she might refuse, but then she turned and obeyed, elegantly sinking down to her elbows so that her back arched enticingly. A spear of triumph ran through you, quickly followed by a hot wave of desire, and you followed her to the bed, kneeling behind her as you ran an appreciative hand over her ass. “If I’d known how pretty you looked like this, I would have done this sooner.”

Before she could respond, you spanked her, lightly to start, but still hard enough there should have been a sting to it. She let out a pretty little gasp in response, and that’s all you needed to hear to know how much she needed this. You hit the other side and smirked when she buried her head in her arms.

“Should I make you tell me why you’re being punished?”

Ever the brat, she turned her head to look at you, managing to look smug even while flushed. “Is it because I’ve been bad?”

You huffed out a laugh and slapped her thigh sharply. “Well, aren’t you clever?” You spanked her again, enjoying the way her pale skin flushed with every strike. “What did you do that was bad?”

The last hit had been harder than the others, and she let out a tiny noise, her hips ever so slightly rocking towards you. “I teased you all day,” she said softly, and you spanked her again.

“And?”

“And,” she started, unabashedly rocking her hips into every strike now, “and I didn’t let you come.”

“And what were you?” you asked, noticing her skin was staying red longer after every hit.

She gasped sharply when you hit a tender spot, then let out a soft moan as she buried her head in her arms again. “A brat.”

She shivered, and you let out a low chuckle. “Do you like being called that?” You brushed your fingertip along the edge of her vulva, smirking at how soaked she was. “A brat, a naughty little thing?”

She made a soft noise, her back arching further. “Please don’t stop, I want more.”

You stopped, moved your hand to her hip. “A good girl would know not to make demands, and to answer the questions she’s asked.” You spanked her again, enjoying her enthusiastic little keen. “Tell me, do you like being called a brat?”

“Yes,” she breathed, and you ran your hands lightly over her heated skin in reward.

“There we go,” you cooed, “that’s my good little brat.”

You massaged her skin roughly, bringing both comfort and pain, but before long she was needy again, shifting under your hands impatiently. You ignored it for a bit, but then she very deliberately wiggled her hips, clearly to tease you, and you spanked the reddest skin in punishment. She jolted and yelped, the sound turning into a low moan, and you watched fresh arousal smear the tops of her thighs.

“You still seem to think you’re in a position to ask for what you want,” you told her evenly, “even though I thought I made myself clear.”

She turned to look at you again, a gleam in her eye. “I might be more inclined to behave if you gave me what I want.”

Irritation flashed through you, and you spanked her again. “You wanted a punishment, didn’t you? Giving you what you want isn’t a punishment.”

“What if I beg you for what I want?”

You fisted her hair and pulled, watching a shiver work its way through her body. “I don’t think you’re quite understanding how this works.”

“Then why don’t you make me,” she threw back, and you nearly hissed in aggravation. You wanted to spank her harder, over and over until her ass was red and bruised and then fuck her until she was limp underneath you and hoarse from screaming. 

But that sounded far too much like you’d be giving Farah exactly what she wanted, and you weren’t ready to do that yet — not after the torture she’d put you through.

You sat back on your heels, absently running your hands over the red marks on her skin while you thought of what would punish her in equal measure to your own experiences. She wiggled for attention after a moment, and you harshly pinched one of her marks, grinning when she let out a cry. 

“You just love that, don’t you?”

She moaned low at your words, turning her head to look at you with a glint in her eye. “Why don’t you do it again?”

You chuckled darkly and slapped her inner thigh, grinning when she jumped in surprise. “You’re still not getting what you want that easily.”

A plan formed in your head just then, and you hummed in pleasure. “Roll over,” you commanded, and felt a rush of power when she did as told, even when she raised an eyebrow at you in question. “Be a good girl and keep your hands above your head.”

She made no move to disobey, and so you rose from the bed and went to your shared closet, pulling out everything you needed with a growing smirk.

You quickly stripped and then returned to the bed, watching her eyes widen at what you held, and you wondered if she’d caught on to your plan yet. No matter, you thought, and set the two toys aside while you crawled up her body with the scarf in hand. Straddling her stomach, you couldn’t help but wink at her and grind your cunt down once, knowing you left a smear of arousal behind. Then you looped the scarf through the headboard, then lightly wrapped the ends of it around her wrists, not tying it just yet.

Leaning down, you kissed her softly, gently, then pulled away to bump your nose affectionately against hers. “Tell me the truth,” you said quietly, in a soft voice that told her you weren’t playing now. “Yes or no?”

She swallowed hard, eyes blown wide, and nodded. You smiled at her and ran your fingers gently through her hair. “I’ll need the words, darling. Just to be sure.”

She nodded again and gave you a small smile of her own. “Yes. Please.”

You grinned and kissed her again, harder this time. Just before she could deepen it, you pulled away, letting her chase your lips as you leaned up and tightened the scarf around her wrists.

Satisfied, you sat up and reached for the vibrator you brought, watching Farah test the hold of the scarf. You smirked when it held firm, and watched her pull at it for a moment longer before you placed the end of the vibrator against her lips. “Suck. Get it wet for me.”

It was an internal vibrator, long and ribbed and curved at the end to hit just the right spot. She smirked against the tip and then opened her mouth as told, letting you push it in, laving her tongue along the underside in what was certainly meant to be a filthy show, her gaze never leaving yours. You pulled it out after a moment and slid down her body, pushing her thighs open and cupping her sex with your other hand, running your fingers gently through her folds.

“So desperate,” you cooed when your hand was soaked. “Was it eating me out or the spanking that turned you on so much?”

She twisted her hips in search of more friction, but you removed your hand before she could find it and replaced it with the tip of the vibrator. You slowly pushed it in, relishing in the moan Farah made when it was fully slotted in, her back arched from the stretch. You gave her a moment to adjust, rubbing your hands up and down her thighs, and then you reached down and turned the vibrator on.

Gooseflesh erupted across her body and she moaned again, pulling at the scarf as she tried to press her hips into the sensation. But when it didn’t move and you didn’t turn up the vibrator, she let out a whine, opening her eyes to give you a pouting look. “I can’t come like this.”

That made you chuckle, and you reached up to sweetly pat her cheek. “Now you’re starting to get it.”

When you picked up the second toy and sat back between her legs, her eyes widened in realization, and the thrill of being so completely in control swelled in your chest. “A taste of your own medicine, darling,” you cooed at her, bringing the toy to your sex. “Sit there and be good, and maybe I’ll think about letting you come.”

You rubbed it up and down your slit, taking a moment to grind your still-sensitive clit against the toy. You let yourself moan, knowing how it drove Farah wild, and felt a thrill when you heard her breath catch and her heels slide against the sheets. You lined the tip up with your entrance then and slowly pushed it in, moaning with the stretch and letting your legs fall open even wider, letting Farah see just how full you were.

“Gods,” she rasped, and you opened your eyes to see her gaze locked on your cunt, her eyes dark and hot with blown pupils and her entire body straining towards you, the scarf pulled taut against her wrists.

“Do you like seeing me like this?” you asked as you slowly pulled the toy out and pushed it back in, not having to fake the breathless quality to your voice. “All spread out and filled, just for you?”

She made a noise low in her throat that made you smirk, and you started moving the toy in a slow but steady rhythm, the tip already hitting the spot inside you that made you squirm, heat lighting deep inside your belly.

The low hum of the vibrator inside her combined with the way she stared at your cunt made you move the toy faster, moaning when a pleasant zip of electricity went up your spine.

“You always fuck me so well with this,” you moaned, again not sure where the dirty talk was coming from. “Always know how to make me come so hard.” You let yourself moan again, and Farah’s chest shuddered, another little noise catching in her throat. As pretty as that was, you wanted her moaning and desperate, and so you let yourself keep talking. 

“I know this’d feel even better if it was your hands on the toy, fucking me deep and hard like no one else can.”

Her throat bobbed, clenching her hands into fists as though she could grab the toy and do exactly that.

“Or if you used the strap on me,” you continued, and the thought sent a shiver through you. “I know I wouldn’t last two seconds with this toy on your hips.”

You were teasing her cruelly, and she knew it, but tried not to let it show what it did to her. But she couldn’t hide her darkened eyes, nor the little sounds she made, nor the way her hips were beginning to shift against the vibrator inside her, desperation sparking against her skin for everything the toy couldn’t give her.

“Would you do that, baby? Be a good pair of hips and make me come?”

Her resolve broke, and she let out a strangled moan, heels sliding uselessly against the sheets as she met your eyes, hips rocking as she pleaded. “Please, I want—”

“Did I tell you to beg?” you interrupted her, giving her a searing look. She whimpered, eyes fluttering before she locked onto your gaze again but stayed silent, shaking her head. You smirked at her and nodded approvingly, then tossed your head back as you moved the toy harder inside you. “You learn so well, sweet thing,” you moaned in praise, and then shivered when you heard a noise catch in her throat, her hips twisting against the sheets.

Another orgasm was building low in your belly; you hadn’t expected to be able to come yet again just from the toy, but that familiar pressure drove you to thrust faster, your hips rocking into the movement. Your eyes wanted to fall shut, but you forced them open to watch Farah, her eyes locked on you and burning with desire, her cunt glistening with arousal and all tied up and laid out like a pretty package.

A wave of pleasure rose up suddenly, cresting over you as you slammed the toy deep one last time. It was small, but it still had you shuddering out a sigh, pressing up into the thumb you had on your clit to prolong that wave as long as you could.

When you breathe again, albeit still fast, you opened your eyes to look at Farah again, chuckling as she squirmed under your gaze, more desperate after watching you come. Taking pity, you pulled the toy out of your sex and set it aside before settling back down between her legs. You reached out to touch the end of the vibrator, moving it slightly inside her and enjoying her whimper.

“Do you think you deserve to come?”

You saw the pleading in her eyes, but she didn’t beg, simply swallowed and said, “Whatever you’ll give me.”

“Well,” you purred, removing the vibrator before moving to lay on your stomach, her cunt inches from your mouth, “I can’t deny such an invitation.”

The first lick up her sex was tart, soaking, sweet, addicting, and you thought she might have squealed had there been more breath behind it. She was so swollen underneath you, and so sensitive as well that you knew you couldn’t drag it out any longer. You set in on her clit with your lips and tongue, knowing how it had been neglected all day, and moaned against it when you felt her legs already starting to shake.

She’d leaned into the pain of her punishment earlier, and so on a hunch you reached underneath her to grope the sensitive skin of her ass, pinching her lightly, and, to your delight, it drove her wild. Desperate cries and wails fell from her lips, and she squirmed harder and harder against your mouth, forcing you deeper into her cunt and pushing herself harder into your hands. You didn’t stop her, but just let her seek her pleasure and pain as you did your best to absolutely ruin her.

Her back arched off the bed, a taut string ready to snap if you played her just right. She let out a broken moan, heels pressed hard against your back and her hips writhing against the sheets. You wrapped an arm around her thigh, gripping her tighter as though to keep her grounded as you pushed her into ecstasy.

Her moan turned into a cry, which cut off abruptly as she froze. Then she let out a long, high keen as she came, her legs shaking against your shoulders while her sex began to pulse with her climax. You mouthed gently at her as she came, prolonging her pleasure as much as you could while you lapped at the fresh wave of arousal that spilled from her, only pulling away when she whimpered and pulled away from your mouth.

You kissed her thighs, moving your hands to gently massage the muscles there, appreciating how soft and boneless she was, still quivering underneath you. Then you kissed up her body, murmuring praise every inch of the way and listening to her resulting sighs — you’d have to play with her apparent praise kink more next time.

You untied her wrists, rubbing them gently after you tossed the scarf to the side. You studied her face carefully, looking for any signs of a mood drop, but she was smiling blissfully, eyes closed and her face so relaxed and unlined that you couldn’t help but chuckle at the goofy expression. “Good?”

She gave a euphoric little sound that was almost a laugh and blinked up at you, her eyes shining just as bright as her smile. “We should do that again.”

You laughed and leaned down to press a light kiss to her lips. “Be a brat like you were today and I’m sure we will.”

She hummed, a sound that again was nearly a laugh. “That’s what makes it fun.”

“Not that I’d ever want to change the brat in you,” you teased lightly, pinching her chin gently, “but know that when you need this, you can always ask.”

She gave you a small, sweet smile, reaching up to wrap her arms around your neck. “I’m grateful you would offer that. I know that could be a deal breaker for some.”

You gave a predatory grin, remembering how she looked whimpering on her knees and dripping for the next strike. “Certainly not for me.”

Her smile widened, and then she closed the gap and kissed you, slow and sweet, and you fell impossibly more in love.

You rolled the both of you onto your sides, tugging at the bedsheets until they covered you to your shoulders. She burrowed her face into your neck and pressed impossibly close to you, much like she had that morning, and you realized this close contact might be something she needed more often. You wrapped her arms tighter around her and twined your legs with hers until you didn’t know where you ended and she began, enveloping her completely. She sighed contentedly, going soft against you, and when she let out the barest hint of a happy noise, you vowed to do what you could to see her like this every chance you got.

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Captain Michael Burnham and Commander Rayner + Michael's faith in Rayner and all the warm and fuzzy encouragement that he definitely needed

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I NEED TO SEE WHERE HE SAID THAT BECAUSE OMFG

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They got their secret language down. Love these two.

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Jason Gideon x Reader (fight + smut)

Warnings: smut, +18, a bit of cursing

Summary: Basically Jason says something hurtful to the Reader, and has to beg for her forgiveness.

It’s not my best work but it won’t get any better, so here it is. Constructive criticism always welcome!

The gif isn’t mine!

His head was pounding. The last case had certainly been rough. Child cases were always rough. And so he was in his office, thinking about said case, going over it, again and again. Sure, it had been a happy ending, but a lot of mistakes were made.

Half an hour later, his head felt like it was about to explode. The door to his office opened, and an agent came in. He didn’t even bother looking up before asking a “What?!” quite rudely.

“Love, are you okay? I know child cases are rough, but you look like you need a pick me up.”

Only when he heard her voice did he look up. She was looking stunningly gorgeous, as always. He looked at her for half a second before saying,

“I’m fine, you can go home.”

She very clearly frowned at that. It didn’t make much sense, because he had never treated her that way, nor did he ever tell her to go home without him. He had always been so sweet and touchy with her. To the point that some might call him ‘clingy’, even though she would never. It was their way of loving each other. Their love language was and still is physical touch. She loved him for that.

So she came closer to him, and touched his arm affectionately.

“Are you sure? I can stay if you’d like.” She smiled, with a smile that could light up the whole town. But he didn’t see it, because he wasn’t looking at her.

He pulled away, and for the first time in all the years they had known each other he snapped at her.

“Will you just go home? I need to be alone, and you’re not helping.” She was surprised, to say the least. A little bit offended too, though she couldn’t hold it over his head. Everyone needed some alone time every now and then. That didn’t make the whole situation any less weird.

He usually loved her touch, and now he looked disgusted by it. The way he had pulled away from her, as if her touch was capable of killing him, made no sense to her.

“What’s going on with you? You’re never like this!”

Normally she wouldn’t have gone against his wishes, because as a reasonable and logical person, she could see that needing time alone was a perfectly normal thing. But it was his reaction at her that made her stay. She didn’t want to leave the conversation like that, because then, when she got home, she would definitely overthink this whole thing.

He stood up and hit the table hard, so fast that if she had blinked she would’ve missed it.

“I told you that I need to be alone! God, why are you so fucking clingy?”

And just like that, she felt a thousand new holes in her heart appear. Sure, she had been told before that she was a little too touchy, but he was the only person that loved her being touchy. He was the only one that reciprocated her touch equally. Without him, what did she have in this world?

She took a step back, in shock.

Realising what he had said, he tried to get to her. But she kept her distance.

“Wow. I expected that from a lot of people, but not from you. Never from you.”

He tried to get to her again when he saw her deep, beautiful, full of life eyes filled with tears. He never had wanted to hurt her. She was his everything. He was nothing without her.

And now, his companion, his best friend, his partner, the love of his life was looking at him like he had shattered her heart. And he had.

He stayed still, not wanting her to walk further away.

“I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” He tried to get her to see how much he meant those words. But she didn’t care.

“Yes, you did. Otherwise you wouldn’t have said that to begin with.” Her voice clearly trembled as she turned around and went for the door.

He got to her first, and grabbed her wrist.

“I promise you I didn’t mean it. Please.” She didn’t know what he was begging for. She just knew that she had to get out of there.

And in her heartbroken state, she couldn’t see how terrified he was of her going away.

“Please, let me go.” She said. He couldn’t. Even if he could, he wouldn’t. He kept his grip on her firm, and when he spoke his voice was trembling.

“I can’t. You’re my everything. I won’t make it out here without you.”

She shook her head. In her mind, if that were true, then he would’ve never put them both in this position to begin with. She also didn’t catch the phrasing when he said he ‘won’t’ make it out. He meant that he had no intention whatsoever of making it out without her. He wouldn’t even try.

He took her face in his hands and kissed her, trying to make her remember. Remember how much they loved each other, and how much they needed each other. At least he did. He wiped her tears with his thumb, hating himself for being the cause of her distress and making her think that he didn’t love every single piece of her.

She tried to free herself, before the kiss changed her mind, but his grip was ironclad on her. When he saw that his words didn’t have any effect on her, he fell on his knees. At this point he was desperate. He could feel her slipping away through his fingers, and he was desperate to stop her from leaving.

“Jason. Let me go. I need to be alone.” She was being a little bit petty, because she didn’t say that because she truly needed to be alone, she said it because he had used that excuse on her, right before this mess.

It had the desired effect. He froze, and he saw no choice but to let her go. He wouldn’t force her to be close to him if she didn’t want to.

And so he let her go. In two big strides she was already gone. And he felt more alone than he had ever felt in his whole life.

He knew that he was alone from now on. She finally saw who he was, how old he was, and the fact that as gorgeous, as funny, as smart as she was, she could have whoever she wanted. And he knew that she realised that she didn’t have to settle with him. He knew that it was true, she deserved someone her age, someone just as attractive, just as funny as her. And he knew that wasn’t him.

He wiped the tears that he didn’t know he had streaming down his cheeks. He got up and left the office. He knew that she had all the right in the world to be alone, so he reserved a room at the closest hotel to the Bureau's offices.

He didn’t know that, even as disappointed as she was, being a hopeless romantic, she wanted him to come after her, to throw pebbles at her window screaming “I’m in love with you”. She wanted him at the other side of her door, pledging his undying love for her.

Three full days had gone by without the couple contacting each other. Neither of them slept either nights. He was going crazy. Only now did he realise how truly touch starved he was, and how much he missed her.

After the initial wave of raging emotions had passed, she could think clearly again. She thought about calling him, about trying to work things out. After all, anyone could have a bad day, and she hadn’t exactly listened to him when he had asked her to leave him alone for a while.

The problem is that she felt personally attacked when he had called her ‘clingy’. She was told before that she was too clingy, and that caused her to retreat into herself. She became distant and pushed everyone away for fear of being ‘too much’. It had been a problem since her early teenage years. She didn’t know if it was the bad mood talking or if that was actually what he felt, what he had been feeling for all the time they were together.

After a while she came to the conclusion that that wasn’t possible. She remembered things that she couldn’t remember when she was in front of him. He had initiated touch with her several times. Anytime she touched him he always leaned against her. He loved hugging her, he loved kissing her. He treated her like a queen, and she definitely treated him like a king. It was the treatment he deserved. When they had sex, it was the most magical thing ever, and she knew for a fact that it was the same for him. He had never made any excuses to avoid touching her or to avoid her touch.

That was when the guilt began to appear. She had been most certainly harsh with him. She didn’t take his need for some time alone seriously, and that led to him snapping at her. Which was wrong, but she understood. Mistakes happen. It wasn’t worth throwing away their once in a lifetime relationship. She thought of calling him, but then told herself that something like this should be told in person.

The next morning, when she arrived at the office, he was already there, on his desk. She could see him through the blinds. He looked stunning, but he also looked tired. Very tired.

He had been trying to work for the past two hours, without any success. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, her smile, her sarcastic remarks, her beauty.

Suddenly, the door opened, and she appeared. For a heartbeat he thought that he might’ve been hallucinating. But she was truly there.

He didn’t dare to speak. If they had been married, he was certain she would have been serving the divorce papers by now.

“I think we need to talk,” she said. “Is this a good moment?”

He definitely took notice of the fact that she never had asked that question before. Because he had made it very clear that ‘always’ was the answer for her. And he hated himself for making her think that she had to ask that question.

“Always. It’s always a good moment for you.” He didn’t dare to move, just in case he frightened her, so she was the one that came closer, and sat down on one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“I’m aware that I should’ve respected your desire to be alone, but that doesn’t excuse what you said,” she said. She waited for his reaction, because after that fight she wasn’t sure how he would react.

“You’re right. Even if I wanted to be alone, I never should’ve treated you that way. You deserve better,” he paused, and then realised that most men said that as a way of breaking up, so he continued, “I’m not saying this to break up. I know you deserve better, but I’m too selfish to let you go.” He was surprised to see her smile at that.

“I don’t think this fight is worth throwing our relationship away. I understand that people make mistakes. And I do believe in second chances.” He closed his eyes, while relief overwhelmed him. “I don’t do third chances, though. I admit I’m at fault too, but if you ever use my insecurities against me again I will kick you out of my life.”

He stood up. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“I didn’t use your insecurities against you.” She frowned, but before she could say anything, he continued talking. “I said something terrible, but I didn’t say it with your insecurities in mind. I’m not trying to excuse myself, I hate myself for hurting the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I just wanted you to know, I would never do that.”

She understood what he meant. He lashed out at her, but he didn’t call her ‘clingy’ with her insecurity in mind. That made things only a little less worse. And his grovelling was making her feel a little bit better.

She stood up too, walked around the desk until she was right in front of him.

“Again, I know this was partly my fault. But if you ever say anything like that again… I don’t think I’ll be able to continue the relationship.” She wanted to make him understand that while she did admit that she shouldn’t have pressured him, which is what caused him to snap. But he shouldn’t have said the things he said. Ever. And that meant that this was his last chance.

“I thought you wouldn’t want to continue the relationship now, given what that insult means to you…” She was close enough to him that he could kiss her and hug her, but he didn’t know how she would take that. “I’m really glad that you’re able to forgive me, though.”

She was really close to him. And he wanted to kiss her, more than anything he had ever wanted. She was smiling at him, and he thought to himself that he couldn’t wait any longer, and if she had forgiven him then she would probably let him kiss her.

So he did. He leaned towards her and their lips met. It was a sweet, slow kiss. Until she decided she wanted more. She deepened the kiss and suddenly they were straight up making out. Their tongues met, and he relished on her flavour. He couldn’t resist and pushed her gently towards his desk, and laid her down. Kissing her stomach, he unbuttoned her pants and took them off. The door wasn’t even locked, but neither of them wanted to lock it. It made everything more exciting.

He kissed her thighs, licked and even bit them, while she whimpered at his touch, which made him smile. He took his time before kissing her labia, and then sucked it. She started to moan loudly, and so he whispered against her vagina, saying “be quiet, we can’t let everyone know what we’re doing in here.” His whisper turned her even more on than she already was. She felt his breath on her vagina, and she was hot everywhere. She needed his touch everywhere.

By the time he was penetrating her, she was a complete mess. A gorgeous mess in his eyes, but still a mess. The mess that he wanted. And he would never let her go.

She felt just as good as their first time together. People say that after the honeymoon phase of the relationship is over, then everything changes, including sex. That had never happened to them. And he loved that. He loved that she screamed his name just as loud as she did their first time. He loved that he still got red scratches on his back due to her passion.

The moment he penetrated her, her hands went straight to his back, to get ahold of him, while at the same time scratching him. Her nails trailed from up to down his back, with a lot of strength, leaving marks behind.

The way he was filling her up meant that she would orgasm very soon. Especially because he knew what he was doing. He was kissing her neck, sucking and licking, while one of his hands was gripping her thigh with an iron grip, and his other hand was on her clit, which he found effortlessly. Massaging her, his calloused hands on her clit were driving her insane.

In those 20 minutes she came several times, and she came hard. It was mind blowing, like it always was with him.

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Love Me Right - Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader / navi / preview

WC: 1.8K

Summary: Aaron fights with you at home the same way he fights with people at work, and the thought of losing himself and you scares him. It scares you too, but you’re willing to fight for the man you fell in love with, because you know he’s still there.

Contents/Warnings: Shouting, slight manhandling (inspired by the interrogation scene where he plays the bad cop and gets a little too bad), no physical injuries, heavy angst, angst with a fluffy ending, self doubt, mentions of the criminals he deals with

A/N: This was written by both me and @sunflowermotel / @hollandsangel !! It’s our first finished collaborative work so be proud of us 😌

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell us what you think!

“I said I don’t want to talk about it,” He snaps, stopping in his tracks and yanking his arm out of your grasp. He slams it onto the back of your chair, the sound squeezing your breath tight in your chest, “Is that so hard to understand?!” 

His voice is booming, taking up all the space in the dining room and leaving you to squeeze your eyes shut. Aaron’s hand on the back of your chair is firm in its grip, and the force that he uses lifts the back legs slightly off of the ground. You grasp urgently at the seat, trying to keep yourself steady as he tips you forward slightly. You try to keep him from noticing, but you wince when he realizes what he’s done and lets you go, the legs of the chair hitting the hardwood with a jarring thud.

All you’d wanted was to hear about his day.

Your expression must be clear on your face, even though you try to conceal it. You’re never good at hiding your emotions from Aaron, and you presume you’ve done a particularly terrible job this time as you watch his face drop.

He blinks a few times and you whisper his name, trying to break him out of his stupor, but just as you get past the first syllable he cuts you off, stuttering out an, ‘I’m so sorry,’ and disappearing to the master bathroom. He leaves you in the dining room alone and the silence is deafening, hanging heavy in the air above a single light.

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Tolerate it - Hotch x Reader

Summary: Part 2 to Right where you left me

Author’s Note: a series. Comment if you’d like to be tagged. Inbox is open for requests.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem! reader

Warning: angst

Word Count: 1.8K

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Star Trek Masterlist Part 4

I know, I know. You could think that I'd be done by now with this. I am not

The Next Generation

Deep Space Nine

Enterprise

Characters:

Jean-Luc Picard

Ezri Dax

Weyoun

Jonathan Archer

Thy'lek Shran

THE FANFICS AS WELL AS THE GIFS DO NOT BELONG TO ME !!!!!! CREDIT TO THE CREATOR!!!!!

Star Trek: The Next Generation

Jean-Luc Picard:

Mistletoe ( by @space-helen )

Captain Picard being flustered around you would include ( by @captainpikeswoman )

Faith ( by @space-helen )

Date Night ( by @writingsfromstarfleet )

Never A Boring Moment ( by @iamthemain-character )

Betazoid Interference ( by @stardate2603 )

Recovery ( by @deepspacedukat )

An officer's duty ( by @thecoffeenebula )

Having children with Picard would include ( by @captainpikeswoman )

La Vie En Rose ( by @to-boldly-nope )

Homely ( by @writingsfromstarfleet )

Hear Me Now ( by @clarkimagines )

A Series of Unfortunate Events with Captain Picard ( by @captainpikeswoman )

Star Trek : Deep Space Nine

Ezri Dax:

I apologize for the lack of fanfiction, but there was barely anything there.

Everything's Okay ( by @cryptidophelia )

First Kiss ( by @starfleetimagines )

Weyoun:

Untouchable ( by @starfleetimagines )

When the Party is Over ( by @tagthetrekkie )

It’s You, Because No One Else Makes Sense ( by @clair-void-ance )

Music to my Ears ( by @make-me-imagine )

“I don’t understand.” ( by @starfleetimagines )

The Brig ( by @poetictrekkie )

first date ( by @randomnessunicorn-imagine )

Troublesome Heart ( by @cardassiansstolebutton )

Folklore ( by @cardassiansstolebutton )

Freedom of press ( by @wolf-in-a-suit )

Being Kiras god-daughter and having a crush on Weyoun ( by @make-me-imagine )

“Why did you take that shot for me?” ( by @starfleetimagines )

Jonathan Archer:

“I thought you were dead.” ( by @starfleetimagines )

Flowers and Secret Beginnings ( by @make-me-imagine )

Getting Together with Jonathan Archer Would Include ( by @planpforpancakes )

Being Captain Archer’s secret spouse would include ( by @captainpikeswoman )

“Denial” ( by @labrats-and-clonetroopers )

We’ll Be Alright ( by @writingsfromstarfleet )

A Captain and His Dog ( by @make-me-imagine ) | Part 1 | | Part 2 |

Sunrise ( by @triptuckers )

“Crush” ( by @rainydaydream-gal18 )

A Fresh Start ( by @cryptidophelia )

“Leave her alone.” ( by @starfleetimagines )

Thy'lek Shran:

The Spectacle(s) ( by @deepspacedukat )

A Series of Unfortunate Events with Shran would include ( by @captainpikeswoman )

The Lift ( by @writingsfromstarfleet )

Blue Boy ( by @starfleetimagines )

Morning ( by @capan-devereaux )

Bashful ( by @deepspacedukat )

Little Things ( by @writingsfromstarfleet )

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I AGREE AND I NEED MORE FANFICS WITH DADMIRAL VANCE

Dear universe,

I'd like to file a complaint.

There appears to be a significant lack of Admiral Charles Vance fanfic. This is entirely unacceptable.

See exhibit A for proof:

As you can clearly see, the above mentioned fanfic shortage is in no way appropriate, and thus must be remedied immediately.

Thank you.

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none of these three have any business being this hot

Star Trek: Discovery continuing to provide us with Hot Older Men™ every season

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You write Riker to be such a gentlemen! But does he ever get jealous? If so, how does he handle it?

Hope you like it!

Your husband Commander Riker when jealous would include:

•the only time he ever experiences jealousy is over you. Nothing else motives him to feel jealousy- not his career, not ability, not rank in a society, just you. Which is both a blessing and a curse.

•he knows that he doesn’t own you- you’re not a possession! But he does feel possessive of you sometimes, and now as he sees the newest Starfleet ambassador flirting and trying to charm you…he feels a bit jealous!

•he gets quiet and contemplative! He watches the man try some lines on you, he watches as you gently but firmly refuse him. But still he doesn’t do anything.

•he will stare down the person that has caused his jealousy to grow. He’ll observe everything carefully! Noting everything that he spots, as a bit of a former player himself he knows the signs of one making a move!

•but he knows ultimately that he has to talk to you! Communication is key for healthy relationships and he wants yours to stay healthy.

•so he slowly finds his way over to you both, but he can’t help but flash his wedding ring- the one that matches yours- as he approaches.

•and he’ll kiss you, hard and intensely, in just the way that he knows leaves your mind muddle and your lungs scrambling for air.

•if he’s feeling particularly jealous or threatened for your affections he may even make one or two lewd suggestions in your direction, or he might remind you of a particularly energetic night that the two of you spent together recently…you get the idea.

•as much as he tries not to let it, his jealousy does consume him a bit.

•he might be a bit rude to the person that’s making him feel jealous, but you’re able to soothe most of that away.

•as he takes your hand and drags you away to a quiet corner or empty cupboard, or if he has the restraint, all the way back to your quarters you know that you’re in for a good time…and naturally he’ll be marking you up to show the whole world that you’re his.

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Writer Issues

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