#‼️ NOT TOO YOUNG BEFORE ANYONE GETS IN MY CASE ‼️

[darby-rowe]

mhmmm 🫶

ᯓ today, I feel like pleasing you.

KINKTOBER 1ST. DAD'S BEST FRIEND!LOGAN HOWLETT X BUB!READER.

18+ | nsfw | mdni wc. 1.2k+ cw/tags. FAUXCEST, age gap (r is 21+), brief cunnilingus & blowjob, first time, p in v, usage of the phrase "little girl", unprotected sex, creampie, not proofread notes. happy kinktober 1st you freaks! here's the smutty installment in the dbf!logan x bub universe. sorry if you don't like it. title is taken from Today by Jefferson Airplane.

The first kiss was troublesome.

Locked away in the far corner of your queen-sized bed, his hands gently guiding itself up your leg, then it happened.

There was so much alcohol in his breath you swore you yourself must have gotten drunk off the way he breathed life into you. Yet the supposed life that found itself nesting in your lungs was something you’ve never felt before.

Taboo. Horribly, horribly wrong.

The kiss made your stomach feel queasy every time it entered your mind after the fact, however it made you feel like you were walking on air as well. Your dirty little secret, safely carried in the arms of you and Logan Howlett.

Your father would drop dead.

Things progressed after the kiss. He became more bold, touching you in more forbidden places that no man has ever touched before. It was all so new. Exciting. There was a rush that clouded your brain every time the older man gave you attention.

“Let your uncle take care of you,” he’d whisper to you.

Every single time.

Oh, it was dirty. So fucking dirty how the tone of his voice had you knowing he meant it. Your “uncle”. His “niece”. His pretty, young, smart, and bright niece who was so fucking ripe and ready to be eaten. The noises he made as his tongue swirled your already swollen clit, locking your fingers into his thick hair, wanting to grind against his hot tongue but ultimately being locked down by his strong arms.

Your hand slapped itself across your mouth each time you had to make a noise, desperately muffling the sounds of dirty dancing happening in your own bed. Your other hand kept jumping from fisting the sheets to fisting Logan’s hair to squeezing your own breast. In this state of being stimulated far beyond your own comprehension, you just didn’t know how to handle your body.

“Fuck,” you squeaked, feeling his nails unintentionally dig into your flesh, your thighs shaking as you grow closer and closer to making a mess of his beard.

It wasn’t planned, the sob that left your mouth when Logan pulled away just as you were about to see god.

“Why did you—”

“Legs up, bub,” Logan cut you off, making you gasp as he threw your legs back, completely spread open to him and any curious being who could walk in at any moment. You instinctually go to close your legs and cover your face, but he’s just so strong. So determined to watch as he takes you for the first time ever.

“Look at me, pretty girl,” he whispered, taking your hands off your face. You laid bare to him, like you had never laid bare to anyone before. Vulnerable and wet just for him.

The look on his face as he scanned you up and down in the position you were basically forced into will never leave your mind.

“Gonna make you feel good, ‘kay, bub?”

You just nodded, mind racing with how many possible roads this could go down. Everything felt like a blur as Logan unzipped his jeans, fishing out his rock-hard cock and began to stroke it in front of you. He was leaking at the tip, balls so full and swollen you could only imagine how long ago it was since he last jerked off.

He asked if you wanted a taste, and it took you a moment to consider. You’ve only ever fellated fake cocks in silicone form, and even so they were tiny in comparison to the monster hiding in Logan’s pants.

You nodded again, opening your mouth as he slipped in his cock inside past your lips. He fucking groaned upon first contact with your tongue, being careful to not shove his whole cock down your throat.

But you could tell that he really, really wanted to.

You felt your jaw begin to ache while keeping it open for his size. If you closed your eyes, you could concentrate on the subtle throb of his shaft, and the way your saliva accumulated around him. You were slicking him up just for you — to make the process easier.

He pulled out of your mouth right when you were beginning to memorize his taste, and it slightly disappointed you as you were enjoying your oral fixation being satiated. Your lips, parted slightly and drenched in your own spit, and Logan’s cock making its way to your swollen, soaked pussy.

He made sure to warn you just before sliding himself in. You couldn’t lie, it was a stretch, and it was an odd feeling to situate yourself in. You wanted to say that it hurt but that was untrue.

Just odd. Foreign. But not painful at all.

In fact, Logan was even surprised when you told him you were okay. Before you knew it, he was effortlessly sliding his dick in and out of you until it turned into him pounding into your pussy, arms wrapped around you as he held you close.

You had reason to believe this is when Logan fell apart.

You bit down hard on your bottom lip, keeping in all the lewd and pornographic noises that wanted to escape you, but some whimpers and small moans escaped.

“‘S good, bub?” Logan grunted in your ear, eliciting a shaky yes from you, digging your nails into his back and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your eyes screwed shut, concentrating on that familiar throb you felt in your mouth just moments ago.

If someone came up to you and asked you how it felt to get fucked like this, you wouldn’t know how to answer. It was just good. Fucking great, even. You wanted to sob, cry, wail out to Logan how good he was making you feel.

“Oh my little girl. My fucking little girl,”

He was like an animal in your ear: grunting and growling as he pounded you with little regard. He was getting louder, nastier. Treating you like a pocket pussy he had a forbidden affair with.

However, the way his arms locked around you as he buried his face in your neck made you feel a type of intimacy you had never felt before. Something so primal yet affectionate, making dirty noises in your ear as he fucked you. Taking your sweet virginity that he so desperately chased after for months.

“Tell me how good uncle Logan is fucking you,” he panted into your neck.

It was hard to form words. Your mouth opened and tiny choked sobs managed to crawl out of your throat, but no words.

“You gotta tell me, baby,” he panted again. But this time, there was a tinge of desperation edging his plea, like he could fucking tear up at any moment. Begging. “Tell me how good your uncle is fucking his little girl,”

Your virgin pussy throbbed, clenching around his cock.

“‘S good, uncle Logan. Fuck me. Fuck me, please…”

It took you by surprise how fast Logan emptied himself inside you, feeling his seed pump deep, knowing his balls were pulsating as they shot out cum. That knowledge was enough to make you cream around his dick, biting down on his shoulder to keep yourself quiet.

The moments after were uncomfortably quiet, with him still holding you with his cock softening inside you.

Your breath steadies. Your mind clears. And your body cools.

Your dad would murder Logan if he found out about this.

[arjwrites]

— Hiii!! I wanted to ask if you could write a angst/comfort Castiel x Winchester!Reader (She's she older sister🥹). Where basically the reader is hunting nonstop to try to vent her anger and Castiel is trying to make her get a break or smth? (Make them cuddle please <3!!)

And I'm so happy to see an active supernatural account omgg‼️❤️‍🩹 (And sorry if it's difficult to understand my request, English is not my first language and it's a little confusing for me </3)

Numb- Castiel x Winchester!Reader

A/N- HI ANON! Thanks so much for being my first ever request! I hope I did this ask justice. Thank you so much for reaching out, feel free to let me know what you think (and don't worry, your English is fantastic!) <3 Summary- Reader is Sam and Dean’s older sister. After a series of unfortunate events, she finds herself separating from her brothers to deal with her own shit the only way she knows how. Castiel, however, has a few things to say about it.  Warnings: Not a whole lot- less than canon level violence, some angst and hurt. A little bit of Cas love <3 -

It had been a hard few years for your family- let’s face, it, a hard few decades. After watching your brothers go through more trials, more heartbreak, more loss than anyone should ever go through in a lifetime, you were weary. Your sweet brothers, so young when they were thrust into this fight. You all were, of course- you were only 6 when everything changed on that fateful night in Kansas. The three of you had grown immeasurably close over all the years of hunting, and it was always your job to keep a watchful eye over the boys. 

You never could have expected what was to come for your brothers. They had faced so much more than you could’ve ever imagined. You were at their side every step of the way as a fierce protector and frequent caregiver. But Sam and Dean were always the eye of the storm- the chaos of the world circled firmly around the two of them. You were a side character time and time again. And that was okay- you played your role, you did everything you could to support your brothers as they went to hell and back. But when one too many demons started chirping in your ear, taunting that you were useless, that you being there only slowed them down, and when your brothers did a less-than-convincing job of assuring you otherwise, you decided you’d take a step back- get out of their way. 

The only way you could describe the feeling was numb. For nearly as long as you could remember, your whole purpose was to protect Sam and Dean, to do anything for them, to keep them safe. And now, you were cast aside, left without a role to play in their big fight. 

It took about a month for you to find your groove. At first you were lost, dodging calls from your brothers, holing up in dingy motels and dirty bars, unsure of what to do with yourself. That was until you heard of a case in the town over from where you were staying- a vamp nest that had been picking at the local population. So, armored only with your own recklessness and loss of purpose, you went in swinging, taking down the nest without so much as a scratch. That was the first time the numbness subsided long enough for you to feel anything. The pure unbridled hatred that coursed through your veins in that moment was the fuel that had been carrying your broken body for nearly six months now. 

Case after case after case. Hauntings and demons and vamps, a shifter, a werewolf or two. You had slashed through every adversary you could track down, careening down the coast and leaving a path of supernatural destruction in your wake. There was no time for breaks, and no need for them. If you let yourself sit with your thoughts for too long, there was no telling what you would do. 

Most recently, you had tracked down a demon with a particularly smart mouth. After being thrown around like a ragdoll and acquiring your fair share of bumps and bruises, you had trapped the demon and begun to exorcise him- but not before he could start talking. 

“Little brothers are lost without you, you know.” The demon gazed down upon you, flashing black eyes and a spreading grin. His tone was taunting, spiteful, designed to confuse and disorient you.

“You shut your goddamn mouth,” you retorted, dousing him in holy water. “You don’t know my brothers.” The latter half of your sentence came out as a whisper, and it was unlikely he had heard you over the sounds of his own screams. 

With the demon exorcised and thus the hunt complete, you soldiered back to your motel room for another night of restless sleep. The anger from the mention of your brothers was still coursing deeply inside of you. Were Sam and Dean really lost without you? Was the demon just saying that so you’d go home and get in their way again? Along with the deep gash that lined your left side and the likely dislocated shoulder, your body also carried with it a confusion and weariness you hadn’t felt since striking out on your own. Yet again, you were letting demons get into your head. 

Arriving at the motel, you unlocked the door and flicked on the buzzing fluorescent light to see a figure standing with their back turned from you. The presence felt deeply comforting and familiar, yet you still drew your gun in anticipation of attack.

“They’re looking for you, you know.” The low, gravelly voice rumbled, traveling slowly across the room as he turned to face you. Castiel. 

Your response was stalled as you processed his arrival. 

“I doubt it, Cas. It’s better to be out of their way. And you know it too.”

“You don’t understand, they were just trying to protect you, but it was not-”

“That’s MY JOB, Castiel. I protect THEM!” Your outburst took the angel slightly aback, drawing a look of concern to his face that you weren’t sure you had seen before. Still, you continued. “But if they don’t want me there to save the world with them, that’s fine. I’m still going to take out every other goddamn thing I can find in the meantime, to protect them the only other way I can.” 

“Y/N. Who protects you? What good do you do to anybody if you’re dead?” Castiel seemed desperate, growing heated in a way that felt out of his nature. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you protested as you cast your gaze away from him.

“Y/N, I have been watching you. I have been here with you many more times than you have realized. But you were too blinded by your own rage and hurt to see. I have done everything I could to protect you for this whole rampage, but this time I could not, and you got hurt.” The angel closed the gap between you as he spoke, grasping a hand around your arm and letting his grace seep into the wound. His proximity was close, and his grip was tight- it felt like he was holding on to you for fear of what would happen if he let you go. You felt the warmth of healing radiate through your extremities, and though it probably wasn’t from the grace, you could feel the comfort reach your heart.  

Your numbness had shifted. Before, it had always been cold and empty, sharp in a way. It was a numbness that begged to be filled, to be pushed away and stifled. But now, with Castiel’s presence, numb felt soft and warm. It relaxed your entire body and relieved you of tension stretching back further than you were even sure of. 

“Y/N, it is time to rest. You have been a soldier since you were only a child. You must let yourself be. You need to come home.”

This was a softer Castiel than you had come to know before you left. It was still Cas, of course- everything you had always loved so dearly about him, but he felt much more human. The concern in his eyes, the poignancy of his words, the way he so clearly loved and cared for you enough to watch over and protect you for months, all while dealing with his own world of problems. 

And he was right. You had run for too long, drowned out your problems and destroyed yourself in the process. All of the exhaustion, aches and pains seeped into you at once. There was nothing left in you to protest. 

“Okay,” you succumbed. “I’ll rest.”

“I’m glad. You can let me know if you need anything. I will listen in. Perhaps I can bring you home tomorrow, after you sleep.” Cas stepped back, getting ready to blip away, when you used the last bit energy in your system to reach back out to him.

“Wait.” You knew what you needed from him, but you were scared to ask. The room stood painfully still, Castiel’s blue eyes locking with yours in confusion, his gaze as intense as ever. 

“Will you please stay?” 

The broken whisper of your voice left nothing for you to hide. You had crumbled right in front of Cas’s eyes. Something inside him hurt, a sharp feeling in his stomach he hadn’t yet felt before. 

“Yes. I will stay,” he nodded with a deeply furrowed brow. 

So the two of you climbed into the motel bed, Cas hesitating but following your lead. Once you both had settled, he found himself melting into your touch. It felt much more natural than he ever would have thought. He had propped himself slightly upright, while your head met his chest and a leg wrapped one of his. His arm draped over you, rubbing gentle circles into your back, keeping time with the rhythmic heave of your breathing. It was peaceful, he had to admit. He understood why humans did this. 

Your own thoughts echoed that same satisfaction. Though there had been a guardian angel watching over you all along, you could finally rest now that you could feel his presence. It didn’t take long for you to drift off- the chance to just lay with Cas lulled you to sleep much faster than you had ever anticipated. As you slept, your grip around the angel tightened from time to time- like you subconsciously feared he would be gone when you woke up. 

Thankfully, Cas wasn’t going anywhere. It was about time someone was there to protect you.

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Deals with the Devil

Chapter 2 : Just Friends

MC/Zayne, MC/Sylus pairings 🖤

Tags/Content Warning ‼️: 18+, smut and descriptive sexual content.

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It’s the day of the fundraiser for the Akso hospital, and after a few hours of volunteer work I find myself taking a break on the tables outside. I scroll aimlessly on my phone when I get a text from Sylus. It’s a photo of a popular hotel in downtown Linkon with a short message.

The presidential suite is ours, meet me tonight.

I smile to myself, and while I’m deep in thought imagining what Sylus has planned, a shadow looms from behind me.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

“Dr. Zayne?” I say, locking my phone and turning in my seat.

His white lab coat nearly blinds me in the late afternoon sun, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Taking a break already?” He extends a hand to me and I take it, his cool fingers lingering on my wrist as he pulls me to my feet.

“I haven’t been sleeping much lately.” I say, the light crescents under my eyes all too visible.

“Defying my orders once again.” He says. “You work too hard to ignore your health, sleep is important for a hunter you know.”

He brushes a strand of my hair from my cheek and tucks it behind my ear.

“Yeah, I’ve heard.” I say, images of my late night escapades flashing through my mind until glowing red eyes take hold of my memories.

“I’m done for the day, care to take a walk with me?” He asks.

We walk around the city chatting about the charity event and it’s massive success to raise funds for the Akso hospital research department as the sky turns from brilliant hues of orange and magenta to a calming deep azure, the stars twinkling overhead.

“You know, you never told me where you went the other day.” Zayne says, his inquiry posed as a statement.

“I had to meet a friend.” I swing our intertwined hands with each languid step.

“Your friend who owns that strange bird, I take it.” Another question that he’s too proud to ask.

I stop in front of an alley and turn my chin towards him, but before I can answer the sound of my hunter’s watch breaks up the busy white noise of the city.

“Metaflux?” Zayne asks, scanning the street for danger.

“It’s getting stronger. Over there!” I point to the alleyway beside us.

“A wanderer.” Zayne’s voice is cold as he drops my hand and steps in front of me . “Stay behind me.”

The wanderer is stronger than we expected. Caught off guard, we barely make it out alive. I’m knocked to the ground so swiftly my lungs empty as my back hits the pavement, and in a flash of vivid blue and a hail of ice the wanderer is defeated while Zayne shields my struggling body.

“Zayne.” I choke out, my hands clutching my bruised and bloody chest.

“Are you alright?” He drops to his knees beside me and surveys my wounds.

“I think so.” My vision shakes as I look into his eyes, and I notice the blood running down his arm as it soaks through his white coat. “You’re hurt.” My brow furrows as I reach out to touch him.

“Ah.” He winces, deep creases forming on his forehead.

“We can’t stay here, come on.” I pull myself up against the wall of the alleyway and link my arm through his.

“We should go back to the hospital.” He says, but I pull him the opposite way down the street.

“I know somewhere closer, do you trust me? We can’t stay here in case more wanderers appear. We’re no use to anyone in this state.”

The hotel is only one block away, and within minutes we are standing in the lobby as the other guests gasp upon seeing our injuries.

The young woman behind the front desk is too busy flirting with the bell boy to notice the state of our appearance.

“Good evening, do you have a reservation?”

“Yes.” My chest rising heavily with each breath. I realize that it might have been a bad idea to come here with Zayne, but he’s bleeding too much and needs help. “The presidential suite.” I announce.

The girl looks at us, her eyes widening as she reaches down and hands me the key. “Have a nice evening.” She says as we stumble towards the elevators.

“Wait!” We hear a voice call out, it’s the bell boy running towards us with a first aid kit.

“Thank you.” Zayne grunts from beside me. “We might need more than just some bandages.”

I can feel my phone ringing in my pocket as we approach the tall double doors of the presidential suite. My hand shakes under the weight of my own body and Zayne’s larger frame leaning on me for support as I reach towards the door handle.

“What is this?” Sylus’s voice booms in front of me, and I look up into agitated blood red eyes. He stands in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest as he looks Zayne up and down.

“I’m impressed, sweetie. Did you do this to him?” He grins down at us.

“We were attacked by wanderers.” Zayne says, thick drops of blood running down his hand hit the hallway’s carpet.

“He needs stitches.” My eyes plead with Sylus, and after a heavy moment passes, he rolls his eyes and gestures for us to come inside, a deep sigh escaping his throat.

“Are you hurt?” He asks as he helps Zayne down onto the black velvet lounge chair in the living room.

“I’m just a little bruised, maybe some minor cuts.” I look myself up and down, the angry claw marks throbbing across my chest.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood tonight.” Sylus takes the first aid kit from my hand, his impatient eyes warning me not to push my luck. I wince and silently mouth the words ‘I’m sorry’. To my surprise, Sylus just winks before turning away to assist Zayne.

“Caw! Caw!” Mephisto cries from his perch above the television set while I settle down at Zayne’s side and help him wriggle free of his coat.

“This looks really bad.” I trace along his limp and bleeding arm. He forces a pained grin and catches my hand in his. “It looks worse than it is. I’ll be alright.”

“I can’t say the same for your clothes, Doctor. I’ll retrieve something of mine for you to wear. MC, get him out of that shirt so I can look at his arm.” Sylus stalks to the bedroom leaving Zayne and I alone under the prying robotic eyes of Mephisto.

The fireplace crackles from the other side of the room as I work on the small pearlescent buttons of his shirt.

“Who is he?” Zayne asks.

“Mephisto. You two have already met when he crashed into your window.” I say.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I mean.” A low hiss emanates from his mouth as I slide the torn fabric from his body, his toned chest gleaming with sticky wet blood. I drop the shirt on the floor and start cleaning his wounds. “Can you move it at all?”

Zayne wriggles his shaky fingers, rolling his wrist slowly. “It appears it isn’t as damaged as I had assumed.” His tone is cold and indifferent.

“Promise me you won’t jump in front of me like that again? I can’t stand seeing you hurt.” Tears prick in my eyes as the adrenaline begins to dissipate and the fear of nearly losing him hits me like a runaway train.

“No.” He says.

“Zayne, look at you. You could have been killed tonight.” My fingers brush his stomach as I lean into him, my imploring eyes searching his face for connection, for a sign that he understands.

“I’ll always protect you, and correct me if I’m wrong but you are in no position to tell me what I can and cannot do. That wanderer would have killed you, I won’t let you put yourself in danger around me. Ever.” His fierce olive eyes hold me in my place until I hear Sylus clear his throat.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“No, I was just telling Dr. Zayne how reckless his actions tonight were.” I move back onto my knees while Sylus throws down a stack of clothes onto the table. He sits down next to Zayne and begins stitching up his arm.

“This is quite deep, Doctor.” He says.

“I’m aware of that.” Zayne squeezes my hand as the thick surgical needle pierces his marred skin.

Sylus meets my gaze from opposite ends of the chaise lounge, a characteristic sly grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“This isn’t quite how I pictured our date going, princess. Generally my dates don’t bring a friend along.” He teases.

“And generally mine don’t take me to an obvious criminal’s hotel room.” Zayne grumbles.

I move closer to his side. “So you do know who he is? Why would you pretend you didn’t?” I ask.

“You are free to do as you please, I’ve never said otherwise. When that bird interrupted our time together I asked around about its origins.” Zayne says.

“And? What did your sources reveal? Don’t tell me that my reputation precedes me even in Linkon City.” Sylus asks.

Zayne smirks and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his uninjured hand. “That bird possesses technology only found in the N109 zone, Onychinus to be exact.”

I look to Sylus with a panicked glance, but he’s entirely unbothered. He takes a small vial from his breast pocket and screws the black cap from the glass. “Drink. Both of you.”

Zayne looks at the vial, and then up at Sylus. “I don’t think so.”

“What is it?” I ask.

“A healing sedative that my chemist produced yesterday. It uses protocore energy to heal even the most grave wounds. I strongly suggest you drink.” He pushes the bottle into Zayne’s hands, nodding in encouragement.

“If it heals wounds like you say it does, then why go through the trouble of stitching my arm?” Zayne asks.

Mephisto caws and flies towards Sylus who stretches a long muscular arm to catch the bird. He chuckles as he pets the crow. “I’m allowed a little entertainment for the derailment of my night.”

Zayne tries to stand but the pain of his wounds pushes him back down into the seat. With a hesitant glance in my direction, he tips the bottle to his lips and drinks half of its contents before handing it to me.

“I don’t need it I’m fine.” I push it away, my body aching from the motion.

“You could have internal bleeding, sweetie. I would never give you something harmful. Do you trust me?” Sylus reaches out and grazes my shoulder with his long fingers.

The truth is that I’m in quite a bit of pain and it would be nice to sleep without a dull ache pulling at my muscles.

I exhale and bring the bottle to lips. The black liquid burns down my throat, warming my chest as it spills into my system. The tang of metal and something indescribable leaves a thick film on my tongue.

“You must be hungry.” Sylus snaps his fingers and the door opens, a shuffle of footsteps approach us.

“Yes, Mr. Sylus?” Luke and Kieran chirp in unison.

“Wake the chef and have a full meal prepared. Five courses with wine pairings.” Sylus demands.

“Right away.”

My mouth waters as a plate of beef tenderloin in red wine reduction is set down in front of me. “I’m so hungry.” My stomach growls embarrassingly loud.

“This looks good.” Zayne comments from across the table. His mood is lifting after drinking the sedative, even his wounds seem to be closing up.

“Yes well, that’s what having a black card and being the leader of Onychinus entails. The best food, the best wine, and ultimately the most exquisite company.” Sylus’s eyes are smoldering when he meets mine. His shameless suggestive comments fall on deaf ears, Zayne is engrossed in his meal and for a moment it feels like Sylus and I are alone in the room.

I take a few sips of my wine, my head beginning to spin in a euphoric haze. “I feel strange, my body is so light. That sedative is amazing, Sylus.” A lazy smile spreads across my face.

Zayne laughs. “You’ve only had one glass of wine, are you drunk already? This meat is so tender, why am I so thirsty?” He rambles, setting his knife and fork down next to his plate. He leans back in his chair and pushes his hair from his forehead.

Sylus looks back and forth between me and Dr. Zayne, a knowing smile on his chiseled face.

“Oh my god, you drugged us.” I accuse, scowling in his direction. For some reason I can’t seem to force myself to care as my brain floats around in my head.

“Amazing.” Sylus mumbles. “I was warned the sedative could elicit… strange reactions, aside from pain relief and wound healing. Tell me, what are you two experiencing?” He rests his elbows on the table and surveys us like lab experiments.

A holographic aura swirls around Sylus’s form as my eyes struggle to focus. I hear a melodic giggle echoing in my head and realize it’s me.

Zayne laughs and looks at his hands, turning them over and stares at his open palms. “I feel like the first snow of winter. Serene, drifting silently into the darkness of space.” He whispers.

Sylus produces another vial from his pocket and dumps the contents into his wine glass, and with a wink he downs his drink in one swift move.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I’m leveling the playing field. I can’t accidentally dose you without seeing for myself, sweetie. It’s only fair.” He waves his hand and two waiters appear, clearing our plates from the table.

“I need to lie down.” I reach out to Sylus, and in a moment he’s behind me. He lifts me up into his arms and walks me to the couch in the living room. He lays me down on my back and rests my head on his warm lap. My head spins as Sylus gently grazes his fingers through my hair, and all of a sudden I feel the warmth of Zayne’s thighs under my legs. “Zayne.” I whisper, my eyes adjusting to the dim light of the fireplace.

“I’m right here.” His heavy hands weigh down my thighs as he traces circles across my leg with his thumb. We lounge across the couch until the haze of the sedative starts to wear off, but instead of my body returning to its usual alert state the euphoria is mixed with a certain type of hunger that grips my insides with such force that my legs press together. A soft moan escapes my lips while I nuzzle my face deeper into the silky fabric of Sylus’s pants.

“Are you alright, princess?” His heavy breaths make his chest rise and fall quickly, and I turn to look up at his face. His eyes fall closed before he lets his head lean on the back of the couch. Need pulses in my core, and I can’t help but to reach out and touch his bare chest between his unbuttoned shirt.

“Mmm.” Sylus moans, his hand finding its way to the sliver of exposed skin above the waistband of my black leather pants.

I feel Zayne shift under me, his hands traveling from my knee up to my inner thighs, his touch growing stronger and more needy as his nails scrape the stiff fabric.

“You let all your friends touch you like that?” Sylus leans down and growls in my ear, his eyes locked on Zayne’s exploring hands.

“Me?” Zayne asks. “I was under the assumption that you were the friend. What did you say, MC? He’s ’just someone you’ve worked with?” Zayne teases as he takes his glasses off and sets them down on the couch next to him.

I giggle to myself as I grab Sylus’s hand and tangle it into the hair closest to my scalp. “You’re both my friends.” I gasp as the pressure increases on my scalp and clench my thighs together. I feel my skin slick with sweat and have the sudden urge to throw the unbreathable fabric clinging to my body into the crackling fireplace.

“We have worked together.” Sylus drawls. “Amongst other things.”

My feet are too warm. I try to kick my shoes off but they’re not budging. Zayne sees my efforts and slowly removes them and tosses them to the rug. Sylus shifts and lowers his face to mine, his warm tongue flicking across my lips. My mouth parts, inviting him deeper inside.

“Sylus.” I moan into his lips. “It’s the sedative that’s doing this, right?”

“I regret to inform you that it can only amplify whatever desires and needs already existed, kitten. And by the way your body is reacting, it’s clear what you think about us. Or better yet.” His fingers travel to the button on my pants, and I hear a small snap as he tears it off and tosses it aside. “What you need from us.”

“Who said anything about need?” I challenge, his red eyes igniting with fire. He exchanges a mischievous glance with Zayne, and for a moment I thought at least he would have the good sense to end whatever this was, but when Zayne moves closer and pulls at the zipper of my pants I know I’m in deep, deep trouble.

“Just say the word and I’ll take you home, MC.” Zayne offers.

The thought of leaving this warm soft couch and these two beautiful men makes my chest hurt. “No.” I say. “I want to stay. I want you both to stay.” I reach my hand out to each of them, and without another word they take my hands and trail kisses along my palm. Zayne’s fingers slip into the front of my pants and pull them from my hips while Sylus stops to bite on the fleshy part of my palm beneath my thumb.

“Please.” I say, my back arches and my head falls back onto Sylus’s lap. My knee brushes against the bulge in Zayne’s pants. “Take it off.” I plead, my hands pawing at my blouse. I hear the unmistakable tear of silk as Sylus’s hands strip the tattered shirt from my chest. Two sets of hands trail across my exposed skin, my eyes roll back into my head when I’m pulled upright and onto Zayne’s lap.

“Come here.” Zayne demands, slipping the straps of my bra from my shoulders. I can feel my thighs slick with moisture as I grind my hips over the thick length in his pants.

Sylus rips the back of my bra from its small metal hooks, the warm air brushing my bare breasts.

“Fuck.” I hear him moan in my ear while he kisses my neck.

I can barely breathe when I hear the door to the suite open.

“Boss, there’s a problem.” Luke says before spotting the scene in progress on the couch.

“Get out!” Sylus snaps.

“Oh shit.” Kieran says as hurried footsteps travel back out into the hallway.

“Unless you’d like them to stay and watch, kitten?” Sylus asks.

“No.” Zayne says, kissing my breast before taking my nipple between his teeth and biting down.

“Ah!” My core clenches and I feel myself soak through my lace underwear.

“They don’t need to see what I’m going to do to you.” Zayne’s voice is ragged and deep as he rips the seam of my panties and pulls them from my hips. I hear the sound of clothes hitting the floor before the warmth of Sylus’s hands are all over my body, caressing my skin and taking my breasts into his large palms.

“Show me what you do with him.” Sylus pants into my ear, demanding and controlled I hear him settle down into the armchair facing the couch.

“Come back.” I beg, my words caught in my throat as Zayne unzips his pants and I feel his thick tip pry at my entrance.

“Good girls get rewards. Now, be a good girl and show me what you let him do to you when I’m not around.”

I dig my nails into Zayne’s shoulders, feeling him stretch me as he pushes inside. “So wet.” He moans into my neck.

I turn my head over my shoulder to look at Sylus through half lidded eyes. With his legs stretched in front of him and his tall form leaning back in the chair he looks like a king watching his subjects entertain him. Only a pair of black underwear conceals him, and my legs shake thinking about all the nights he made me scream his name.

“Show me what made you so sore last week that I had to be gentle with you all night.”

I hear a sharp scoff from Zayne before he grips my hips so hard I can feel finger shaped bruises form. He bucks his hips up into me and stretches me out until I bury my face into his neck.

“Is this where you disappear to at night? After spending the afternoon in my bed, MC? Both of us in one day, that’s quite the accomplishment.” I feel myself drip down his thighs as he fucks me hard, each thrusts feels like both a punishment and a reward for my secrecy.

Sylus’s underwear hits my back, and my core aches with desperate need while I grind myself down onto Zayne. Knowing that Sylus is watching, touching himself and getting off to me fucking another man makes the air leave my lungs. I need more.

“Come here.” I say, reaching backwards to Sylus.

“Not yet, sweetie. Be patient.” He says.

Zayne shifts under me and thrusts harder, hitting a spot deep inside me that makes my body shake and my eyes roll back.

“Oh god.” I moan, throwing my head back and letting my lips fall open.

“Remember this the next time you choose to ignore my directions, MC.” Zayne grips my jaw, slipping two fingers into my mouth. “We could have gone back to the hospital, and now look at you. Coming apart on my cock while a crime lord watches me destroy you.”

My hands fly to his head, twisting into the roots of his stark black hair and holding on for dear life. Zayne groans and pushes me onto my back, pinning my wrists down with one hand while he throws my legs up and over his shoulders.

Sylus silently rises from the chair and kneels next to the couch, his hand caressing my cheek. “I need you.” I say. “I need both of you, now.”

“Did he make you come, kitten?” Sylus rolls my hardened nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, a primal shudder wracking up my spine. “Mmmm.” My core pulses and I feel hot liquid splash across my thighs onto Zayne’s stomach.

“Just a little more.” Zayne moans as I pulse and tighten around his cock. “You’re almost there, I can feel it.” He says, his voice steady as he encourages me to come apart for him.

I can feel him harden inside of me. “Wait.” I say, but my words are cut off as I implode. “Good girl.” Sylus purrs in my ear as my back arches off the couch and I squeeze my eyes shut so hard that fractal patterns appear behind my eyelids. My body shakes as wave after wave of pleasure floods my nervous system, my fingers locking up from my death grip on the couch.

“Fuck!” I hear Zayne curse before his cock pulses inside of me, thick hot liquid filling me up until it spills out of me and onto the couch.

Sylus pushes my sweat slicked hair from my forehead and places my hand around his length. “Look how hard you make me, kitten.”

As I float back down into my body, I know that I need more. I’m insatiable, and with Zayne’s cum still dripping down my body I pump my fist around Sylus until I hear him shudder and moan. “You wanted both of us, right, sweetie?” I hear the sadistic edge to his voice as Zayne strokes his tip across my entrance. All of a sudden I’m pulled forward onto Zayne before he pushes back inside of me, and I feel Sylus settle against my back.

“Lie down on him.” He demands. I do as I’m told. “Now, relax and let me give you what you begged for.”

“Ah!” I wince as a sharp pain shoots through my core. Sylus pushes his tip into my entrance and holds my hips in place while Zayne moans into my ear. After a few moments the pain subsides and Sylus’s thrusts become deeper, more fervent. I arch my back and push into him, my body aching for more.

“So greedy.” Zayne says while he moves slowly under me. “Taking us both in one hole. Such a needy girl.”

I can feel them pressed against each other inside of me, their moans growing deeper with each thrust. My abdomen tightens and winds so tight I’m worried I’ll explode. Zayne pushes his fingers into my mouth while Sylus circles the tight exposed hole above my entrance before slowly pushing it inside.

“Look at you, all filled up.” Sylus says, lust permeating the air as thick as poison gas.

“Please.” I beg, but my voice is muffled by Zayne’s hand.

“Come again.” Sylus demands, his other hand reaching down to circle my clit. With soft gentle strokes he plays with me until I feel another splash of liquid run down my thighs, coating Zayne’s core and dripping onto Sylus’s hand. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks up the taste of me like he’s sampling the most divine meal of his life.

“So fucking sweet.”

I grab Zayne’s wrist and force his hand around my throat, beckoning him to squeeze harder. “Mmm, you’re determined to be punished, aren’t you MC? Tell me, are you going to let him cum inside of you? You’re truly an overachiever, letting two men breed your tight little pussy in one night.”

And at that, I lose all control over myself. I bite down onto Zayne’s fingers as he squeezes my neck until I almost lose consciousness. I let my trembling body collapse onto him as I pulse uncontrollably around both of their cocks.

“Godamn.” Sylus breathes onto my neck, and I feel him harden and release the hot liquid he’d saved for me deep inside.

A few minutes pass before I’m able to move, or even register where my body is in space as I come down from the single most intense orgasm of my life.

Zayne cups my cheeks with his hands, looking deep into my eyes with a playful gratitude. “Are you satisfied now?” He asks.

Slowly, Sylus pulls out of me and gently pulls me up and back into his chest, kissing my forehead and hugging me close. “Was that everything you wanted and more, Princess?”

I laugh, the sound of my own voice echoing in my ears. “Yes. To both of your questions, friends.” I emphasize my last word with lighthearted sarcasm, prompting a groan from Zayne and an eye roll from Sylus.

“I’m so tired.” I yawn, letting my body sink down into the couch between both men.

“Then get some sleep, you need it.” Sylus kisses me softly.

“You might need more of that sedative. After all, I think you’d have been less sore from the wanderer attack than what we’ve done to you.” Zayne says.

Once again the door opens to the sound of hurried footsteps.

“Boss, it’s really important.” The twins grumble in unison.

“I told you both that now isn’t a good time. Remove yourselves from my suite this instant and if you come back and make me repeat myself you can expect a bullet in each one of your knees.” Sylus reaches toward the pile of clothes on the floor and produces a black handgun, waving it through the air with a nonchalant motion.

They scuttle away and leave us to the sounds of the dying fire once again.

“Apparently being obeyed is too much to ask these days.” Sylus grumbles.

“I don’t know about that, if you recall I did everything you asked.” I say, a teasing smile on my face as my eyes close and I begin to drift off to sleep.

“Get some rest, both of you. Your injuries are almost healed. I have some business to attend to, but I’ll be back to drive you home when you wake up.”

My heart is glowing like the embers flickering in the fireplace, and with heavy eyelids I drift off into a dream of Sylus and Zayne, the two men I can proudly call my friends.

[akiraiscute]

{ A Slow BURN, of Aaron Hotchner & Fem! Reader. As of right now, you jst look like you!! Not any race color. }

New Episode, Criminal Minds. Which comes with,

Tw ; Gore, Description of Dead Bodies, Slow Burn, 2022 writing (that im fixing rn!), use of You(s) instead of I(s) and her!!

New Case. - Part 2

Morgan comes walking in, which is always nice and perfect!..

Well, not really when he teases you about how you and Hotchner would off been perfect for each together, if he didn’t get together with hailey and if you didn’t have a weird hatred against Hotchner. It’s not a hatred-, it’s not.. at least you don’t think. You just-, don’t understand your feelings yet! Yeah, that’s it!

“Hey Sweetheart!”

“Hello Derekk..”

Derek went closer to you, before leaning onto the counter and looking at the coffee than at you.

“Oh? What’s that? Coffee for the hotch?”

“Well, I can’t just leave him out.. I got everyone coffee Derek.”

“And you remembered his order Sweetheart?”

That made you pause, you let go of Hotchner’s coffee and walked away from Derek.. Why did you remember his order… Wait, maybe it’s because he said it so many times! Yea! Thats it! You started to hear footsteps, probably Reid and emily.. maybe JJ too, it did sound like three footsteps.. but one did sound rushed. Weird. You haven’t seen hotch come in, rossi’s here… why is- Wait! Why are you caring, he’s just the boss here.. nothing else.. nothing. Else.

You sat in your chair, Hotchner did come. Which, he was late.. for him. That’s always weird, for anyone.. Maybe not Derek nor Emily but.. Isn’t he the-

“New case!”

“On where we were supposed to rest..?”

“Yep! Come on..”

Sometimes you wished that you didn’t pick this job but. You were young and wanted to help the world.. You followed JJ up and into the room. Reid was second, Derek was third and fourth was emily, with Rossi. Hotchner was last, you got confused on that but didnt dare to question.. it wasn’t the right time nor place or even you’re place to ask.

“Alright, Lets begin.”

Oh my god.. EEEK, my reid fanfic was a hit- so was this! Alright, yall want more reid and THIS? Here it is. Ur good cup of New Case! Sorry that it took sorta long-, i got distracted by a lot of different stuff.. but now! Im back baby! I’ll make more and more‼️‼️ also yes, the green is JJ..

- Akira?.. Akira, logging.. logging… Off.