#Emily Peg

[marksartsypalace]

Kinda blows my mind how much Stardew Valley stuff I made since March

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

At this moment of reminiscense, Dorian and Elizabeth's eyes met, and their smiles mirrored one another as Elizabeth commented off-handedly:

"I think I'm beginning to understand that feeling."

Walking behind the two younger couples, unable to resist cooing over her sleeping granddaughter just as her mother was, June caught little snatches of the conversation, with certain remarks just happening to make her ears prick up a little more, though she never let her face show what she was thinking and feeling, to say nothing of refusing to give voice to these thoughts. As she had told Lon earlier in the month, she had her theories, but at the end of the day, whatever was on Dorian and Elizabeth Gracey's mind was theirs to announce, and she certainly wasn't going to impede upon that.

At the very least, when the party had made it back to the attic, and Randall and Emily quietly took the twins to their room for a nap, she took Elizabeth aside for a moment, venturing to say, choosing her words carefully, "Well, if you do ever feel sick again, if any nausea or soreness pops up again...please, don't hesitate to come to me. I'd like to help in any way I can."

Elizabeth studied June's face for a moment, remaining calm upon this suggestion being put to her-the matriarch's face was just as calm as her own, and there was a gentle sincerity in the way she smiled at her, to say nothing of something of a mischievous twinkle to her eye, a sort of subtle, knowing look that reminded Elizabeth of her own mother, and the looks she would give her one and only daughter when she knew something was afoot.

But even with that look, the mistress of Gracey Manor knew Mrs. June Pace was a woman she could trust, and so she flashed her an appreciative smile, saying, "If anything comes up, I'll be sure to look to you first. Thank you, June."

"Think nothing of it, Elizabeth."

[bestmothertournament]

[roosterforme]

Ahem. Yes, excuse me, hi.

Is tonight the pegging chapter in Adult Education?

[wisteriasymphony]

holy shit I just realized I could write a "Claudia face shaving scene" in the Bal Des Diamants for Realsies arc of TWEOS that serves as a parallel to the "Adrien face shaving scene" of Ch52 because both of them are in situations where they are pressured to perform femininity in some respect and--- AAAUGHHHHH

[nightingaletrash]

Name: Anthony Hawthorne

Clan: Lasombra (2100X Bloodline)

Generation: 10th

Sire: Amicia de Lacroix

Feeder Type: Bloodleech

Dwelling: Seattle

Disciplines: Oblivion, Obfuscate, Blood Sorcery, Animalism

--

Anthony is the newest addition to the 2100X Bloodline and second childe of Amicia de Lacroix. As a student at the local university, he'd been part of a group of friends that enjoyed ghost hunting and exploring old abandoned places. Anthony himself was a skeptic, but hoped to find evidence that would change his outlook. However, one night they found themselves set upon by an unknown stalker while exploring Seattle's underground. One by one, the students were picked off and dragged away into the dark until he found himself alone and lost in the concrete maze.

Soon enough, he came face to face with none other than Madame de Lacroix. Perplexed but relieved to see another human face, Anthony asked if she had seen his friends. Instead of answering him, she promptly struck him around the head with a shovel and dragged him off to where she'd left the rest of his friends.

When he stirred, it was in a shallow grave. Mad with hunger, he clawed his way out of the ground only to be beset by a maddening hunger and his former friends, all as crazed as he was. The starved and frenzied Fledglings cut a swathe through each other until only Anthony remained. Only after he had gorged himself on their blood did he regain his lucidity and realise what he had done. He had little time to process it before Madame de Lacroix emerged from the shadows and congratulated him for his success. He had earned the right to live.

Anthony's role in Amicia's operation has yet to be determined. He is an investigator at heart and is handy at combing the books for inconsistencies, but isn't skilled in actual accounting. His combat skills are unrefined, and lacking compared to his sister, and he tends to be far too amiable to operate as a spy.

Nonetheless, Amicia believes he survived through more than dumb luck and that his skills simply need to find their focus.

--

His feeding style comes from his experience with the Embrace. Having fed on his fellow Fledglings, mortal blood is somewhat lacking in comparison. Amicia has succeeded in procuring him a sustainable blood supply through her connections in Seattle. Namely the Baron; he had needed to keep a Kindred imprisoned but alive, and has entrusted their imprisonment to Amicia. Initially she planned to lock them in their own mind, but now allows Anthony to feed on them to keep them weakened instead.

Occasionally he extracts blood from other Kindred as a form of payment for his services rendered, but for now, his sire's prisoner has kept him sated.

--

Anthony inherited Animalism from Amicia, and with it he was able to keep his pet Bloodhound as his companion and partner. He is also more proficient in Oblivion than his sister, Emily, but more prone to glitches than she is. While less severe than that of a typical Lasombra, it has further added to the debate of the pros and cons of the 2100X bloodline.

[rumplereids]

research purposes.

tags: spencer reid x reader. tech analyst!reader. mentions of 50 shades of grey. bau ladies are like gossiping wine moms. fluff & crack, bcos spencer has been thru enough already. referenced/mentioned sexual acts but nothing explicit. a/n: got inspired by aj cook implying mgg was reading 50 shades + the table read of cm where mgg’s name card was “matthew 50 shades of gray gubler” masterlist. requests are open !

The team is on the jet home from a consultation in San Francisco. Everybody’s either dozing off (Emily and Derek), eating (Rossi), or doing paperwork (Hotch, as usual). JJ is scrolling on her phone, catching up on the pictures and videos Will sent of Henry when she notices something very bizarre.

“Reid, are you reading 50 Shades of Grey?”

“Huh?” he looks up from the paragraph he was reading. Something about not making love and only fucking hard. Or whatever drivel he’s suffering for you.

“I didn’t peg you the type to be reading romance or erotica.”

“It’s for research.”

JJ quirks a brow Spencer doesn’t see. His eyes already returned to the book in his hands.

“Research? For Y/N?”

“Yep,” Spencer turns a page.

JJ continues to gape at him. She wants to press for more details, but with a shake of her head, decides she was better off not knowing the intricacies of the relationship of people she considers her siblings. No matter how baffled she is by the fact that Spencer Reid is reading 50 Shades of Grey, she doubts that she’d want to dip a toe in that rabbit hole. However, she has no qualms of bringing up this certain knowledge in the near future.

Spencer was in a rush to finish his case load for the day. It’s your day off, so he’s doing anything he can so that he can go home earlier than usual. With you out for the day, he can’t even pop into your office to bug you, talk your ear off, or have an impromptu make out session. It was so sad, really.

He’s down to his last three folders when Derek attempts to get his attention.

“Pst! Pretty boy,” Morgan whisper-yells.

“Yes?”

“How’s Y/N?”

Spencer’s a bit perplexed by the question. While it’s not unusual for Derek to worry about your well-being, he finds it a bit weird for Derek to be asking such a question at that exact moment. As far as he knows, you texted Derek 15 minutes ago about mold on the street that you insist looked like the aforementioned man. That was the last time Spencer talked to you as well.

“She’s fine. Enjoying her day off.”

There’s a big grin crawling across Derek’s face. Such a look on a man like Derek Morgan spelled trouble. He looks like he knows something that Spencer doesn’t. Spencer’s starting to get cautious.

“Anything exciting happened to you guys this weekend?” Derek asks with that shit-eating, I-know-something-you-don’t-know grin.

Spencer raises a brow.

“Not much. The usual,” Spencer flips a page in his file.

Morgan hums, “Ah, yes. The usual.”

Spencer looks up at Derek, perplexed. Having no idea what in the world Morgan is trying to get to.

“Late night?” Derek continues. Spencer shuts the folder in his hands.

“Are you trying to insinuate something?”

“I don’t know, am I?”

Spencer rolls his eyes and returns his attention to his work. Completely ignoring the chuckles coming from Morgan.

A few days later, Spencer is making his second cup of coffee at the office kitchenette, bracing himself for another round of paperwork when he hears somebody rush into the room. He turns from the counter to see you, flushed and embarrassed?

“Hey, darling—”

“Why did Penelope ask me how it’s like to have my own Christian Grey?”

“What?” Spencer puts his mug down to turn his full attention on you.

“She barged into my office, asking me what kind of BDSM we’re into!” you devolve into a sort of whisper-yell, eyes shifting as to check if there were other people around. The two of you were alone in the area.

“Why would she ask that?”

“I don’t know? Something about you researching BDSM for me?”

Spencer shuts his eyes in realization, “JJ.”

“JJ? What’s she got to do with this?”

“A week ago, on the jet home from San Francisco. I was reading 50 Shades of Grey.”

You take a pause, “You read 50 Shades? I thought you said it was complete nonsense?”

“My opinion hasn’t changed on that. But I overheard you and Garcia giggling over the movie’s actor… I wanted to see what it was all about.” He tries to be nonchalant with what he’s saying. You completely melt into a puddle.

“Oh, Spence. That is the cutest and sweetest thing that has ever happened to me.”

Spencer blushes red at the comment. All these years together, and you never fail to make him feel so lovestruck and bashful.

He clears a throat, “The BDSM in the book is so atrocious. Have you read it? Or are you only interested in the movie?”

“Just the movie,” you say with a grin.

“Their lack of communication is astounding. It’s completely far off from the BDSM we’re into.”

There’s a gasp behind you. You turn to see Garcia at the entryway of the kitchenette, one mug in hand, the other hand pressed against her chest.

“Oh , I knew it. Ya’ll nasty.”

“Penelope—” you start to speak. She cuts you off.

“I didn’t believe JJ at first when she said Spencer was reading 50 Shades for research. I mean, really, Spencer Reid and BDSM? Never thought to correlate those two things ever in my life,” Penelope rambles, and then mid-thought, she turns to you, “So you do have your own Christian Grey! That’s so sexy— I don’t think that’s the right word considering it’s Reid—” this earns a snort from the man watching amused, standing against the counter, “Have you recreated any scenes from the books?”

“Penelope!” you say, aghast.

“I mean, if Spencer’s using 50 Shades to spice up your sexy times then—”

Spencer begins to laugh. You turn to face him, in disbelief that he can laugh at your mortification.

“Trust me, Penelope,” he says, “we don’t need 50 Shades to spice up our sex lives.”

“Spencer!” You can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth right now. Penelope looks as if she’s hearing the greatest gossip scandal the world has ever produced.

“50 Shades is tame compared to us.”

“What?!” a third voice enters the conversation. Emily and JJ enter the kitchenette. Emily looked a bit confused, JJ looks just about ready to shit on you too.

You hide your face in your hands, trying to hide away from Spencer’s laughter. Emily, JJ, and Penelope start to bounce comments and choice words between the three of them. You hear words such as ‘unbelievable’, ‘kinky’, and the real kicker, ‘Dr. Reid will see you now’. You want to dig yourself into a hole.

Hands grip your hips, squeezing in silent comfort. Without removing your hands from your face, you mumble, “This is all your fault.” Spencer laughs once more, hands squeezing your hips one more time before he turns to pick up his coffee mug.

He moves to leave the kitchen, turning to you with a smug look on his face before he says, “Laters, baby.”

You refuse to acknowledge the three ladies descending on you like a pack of wolves.

taglist: @i-live-in-spite @khxna

[eccentricallygothic]

Mine.

Description: Embry is secure in your relationship, but you are too perfect for anyone to be able to resist your attractiveness.

Pairing: Alpha!Embry Call | Omega!Reader. 

Warning(s): Slight insecurity, jealousy, Embry is in LOVE, reader is kind of a dummy, kissing, possessiveness, slight top reader, manhandling, hair pulling, groping, pinching, unprotected p-in-v, smut with plot I am afraid, rubbing/grinding, dick riding, doggy style, missionary, imprinting and a/b/o stuff, breeding kink, dirty talk, d/s dynamics (it's me), overstimulation. MDNI.

Type: Request, here.

. . . 

“Gee, it's hot today” Leah huffs as she approaches Emily's dining table whilst tugging down her tank top with one hand and fanning herself with the other. “Even by my standards.” Some of you are already sitting down and the rest are divided in little groups that tinker about in the pack leader's house. A few groans of agreement sound around the table and you snort, your fingers busy with tuning your guitar. “It's literally like I am on fire” she gulps down the icy lemonade your undisputed hostess has prepared for the lot of you. “Fuck, I am so hot” she pinches the material of her tanktop before tugging it back and forth to try and bring herself some solace. 

You shrug, eyes set on the pegs that you twist and adjust as you lean some of your body weight onto your mate who reclines on his own chair beside you and munches on a hot muffin, unbothered by your doing so. He has told you time and time again that he likes it, actually. “Agreed” you do not notice how the table goes silent and everyone turns to look at you. Even Leah's eyes widen a bit though this is nothing new. You're plagued with the curse of being an effortless flirt. Your mate had his fair share of (pleasant) surprises in the beginning and often even mistook what was a mere response to you for you being bold. “Very hot” your eyes briefly bounce from the machine heads to scan over her tense form and the female in question flushes. 

Paul and Jake howl in the crass way typical to them and the others chuckle. 

“See, you're doing it again!” Seth points an accusatory finger at you and you just snort before you shake your head and look down at your guitar again. 

“No, I am not” it is always an argument between others, especially Seth, and you that you subconsciously flirt. “It's a fact” barks sound around the table once more and you scoff at them, muttering reassurances to yourself that you only meant to compliment her. 

“I mean, you're not so bad yourself, sparkle” you roll your eyes at Jared's lewd smirk and his use of the corny ass nickname the pack has chosen for you. 

Your beautiful fur is so shiny that it sparkles as though it has been dusted with glitter, hence the name.

“Dude” Jake chimes in. “Totally agreed. You're both totally hot” you don't look up to the nods of approval that follow. 

“Like, excuse my French or whatever but,” uh oh, it's never good when Paul starts a sentence like that. He waves both his hands as he tilts his head back, adding heavy moments of suspense to his intentional silence. “I wouldn't say no to a little Leah and sparkle salad” Seth retches as his features scrunch in disgust but most of the other guys howl in agreement and cheer. You feel Embry stiffen beside you but he keeps his composure and hides his disapproval into the soft muffin because he knows Paul well enough to know that this is one of his intentional attempts at eliciting a reaction by being profane. He loves to provoke until it's his turn. 

“Dude!” Seth groans, one hand on his stomach. “Why are you like this?!” His eyes scrunch. “Ugh!” 

“Would be a sight to behold though—” Quill is cut off by Sam.

“Hey!” The Leader calls out across the table in his heavy and authoritative voice when his fiance gently nudges his shoulder to get the horndogs to stop. They are a family, yes, but an Alpha's patience isn't to be toyed with especially if his mate is in question. “That's enough” though it is not nearly as scary as Sam can get since there is a small smile on his own face, everyone still instantly shuts up all the same.

You are not really bothered because you only have eyes for your dear Alpha who has subconsciously snuck an arm around your back to feel you even closer to yourself. You finish up with your guitar and although reluctant, play a couple tunes upon Emily's request and everyone takes turns singing snippets that fit the melodies your fingers produce. 

Hours pass and it is only after dinner that you all set out for your own homes. “So long, hottie~” Embry and you are already a couple feet away from Sam and Emily's house, hand in hand while he carries your guitar for you, when you hear Paul and Jake whistle from behind. 

You snicker but don't look back and instead raise your free hand to wave them goodbye before the two of you take the turn that leads to your own house. 

The two of you walk in the comfortable silence of your dynamic for half of the way, relaxing in each other's presence after a stimulating day as your entwined fingers rock back and forth. It is only when the house appears in your line of sight after another turn and walking past a couple heavy trees when Embry speaks up, pondering and calculating with his words. 

“They're too much.” 

You chuckle and lean into him a little. “Or maybe…” You shrug before glancing at him. “It’s me” a teasing smile tugs at your lips as his eyebrows furrow. 

Ever the loving and supportive mate and lover, Embry rushes to reassure you. “No, no, baby” he lightly shakes his head for emphasis. “All you did was compliment her, angel. It's not you” his fingers tighten over yours in earnest.

“Yeah?” You raise a playful eyebrow, amused. 

“Yeah” he chooses to ignore it because he knows what you're trying to do and since he swears that he is not a territorial jerk, he refuses to give in. He is not ‘like the other Alphas’, if you will. “The guys just…” He carefully chooses his words. “They're—”

“You do know that I am yours, right? No matter what anyone says on purpose or accident, you are the only one I want and you are the only one my heart belongs to” you cradle his hand that you hold to your heart as you ascend the steps to your house. 

Usually, he doesn't even let it come to this. “Yeah…” But he needs it from time to time even if he assures you that he doesn't, granted how you steal the very air from everyone in the most natural of states.

“Yeah?” You stop to stare at him, one eyebrow raised and a hand curled around the door handle but you don't open it just yet, your smile deepening into a smirk.

You can hear his inward groan. “Yes” his red ears tell you everything you need to know. Gosh, you love how he isn't a typical violent, brooding and impulsive Alpha like Paul or some others you know. “Let's just—” you interrupt his weak attempt at reassurance with a kiss. 

You pull back just for a second to look at him. 

“You don't have to do this because of that, you know? It's really fine. It's not your fault the guys are the way they are and I know you don't mean it like that because—” you interrupt his ramblings with a click of your tongue.

You appreciate Embry's understanding nature, but you cannot help the thrill you feel when he gets possessive or insecure over you.

It makes you feel wanted and treasured.  

“You talk too much sometimes, you know?” Your mouth collides into his and your lips melt against his, the fluttering warm feeling making him groan into the kisses that grow heated with the passing second. You peel the guitar off of him as you pull him through the threshold and walk him into the couch while passionately kissing him after kicking the door closed with one heel. You put a heavy hand on his nape to keep him from digressing again. It does not actually do much to affect him but he lets you have your way, a whimper leaving him when you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip.

“I— I—” he blinks to get a grip of himself when you pull away, his heavy pants only firing you up even more because of how worked up he looks and feels. Your omega heat rushes to their confines in different pockets of your body and as the first of your pearly slick trickles down your thigh, you begin to push at his chest and keep at it until his heavy form lands on the couch. “Baby, it's really—” you crawl his huge body and his hands instantly dart to your legs to feel and grope your tender skin. You moan and grind against his erection. 

You can feel he is holding back and that only provokes you even more.

You shush him by ghosting a seductive finger over his lips. His Adam's apple violently bobs at you doing so. “Haven't done that in a while, have I?” Your whisper is the kind of whisper that makes blood rush to his cock and his hips lift to find relief against yours. “So allow me…” You lower yourself until your lips touch the area under his nose and you give him a chaste kiss before moving down to his pink lips. Embry whimpers out a growl and his fingers flex over your thighs before snaking their way to your ass. Your lips leave sloppy kisses along his jaw and you soon reach his ear to let out a sensual little breath that always churns all his gears. “To remind you” he inaudibly curses as his erection twitches against your spread core and he squeezes your ass tightly. 

“Y- You don't have to…” He looks for ways to reason with you but you take it away by nipping at his earlobe before trapping it between your lips and pulling a good suck out of it. You hum as your slick further gushes down your inner thighs and you feel it pool between your spread legs. 

He may not be an Alpha who loses his head to insecurity but the rare occasion he does or is made to by you is always so fun.

“Oh, but I want to, babe” you say and he lets out a moan at the purr that comes out of your throat. You straddle his waist, your legs spread over him and your dripping core rubbing over his shorts. He firmly holds you against him and rocks against you to match your slow pace. You moan into his mouth as you kiss him and pull at the hem of his tank top. Your fingers curl around it and you pull the thin material off of his beautifully tan and sculpted body, letting it fall somewhere behind him. The two of you gasp and pant into your fevered kisses as you press your bodies against each other's to feel even closer. The heat sizzles out of his slightly damp skin due to how his blood boils and the way in which the bare skin sticks to yours makes you shudder and moan into his mouth that he fills with his tongue. 

“Mmmm” your mouth deviates to his neck and you leave a trail of kisses and bites down to his collarbone and over his pectorals. His hands scramble to feel every inch of your exposed back and you whimper, rocking your hips as you drag your tongue along his chest and Embry growls loudly. 

His resolve is weakening. 

Good.

Your tongue continues to paint wet trails over Embry's torso while enjoying his woody sweat and he shivers when your mouth ghosts over his nubs and you peck them just slightly. He swears he doesn't like that kinda stuff but the erection doesn't lie. You cannot resist the impulse to bite his Adam's Apple next and you hear him hiss out a groan, his whole body tightening under yours, in sync with his needy cock. You feel his fingers dig into your spine as though he wants to pull you completely open for himself and you moan into the suck you have clamped on his neck. It gets increasingly hurried. It is messy. It is hot. And you are going to leave your mark on him for he is just as much yours as you are his. 

The two of you seem drunk on one another's scent and pheromones, your bodies in a desperate need to devour one another's. 

Your hand cups the tent in his shorts and you rub and massage it through the fabric. “Gosh, I love you so much” Embry huffs out a groan as he looks at you with eyes heavy with both arousal and affection. “You're so fuckin’ hot, baby” tingles flutter all over your abdomen and your lips part from how the grinding of your cunt feels against his rigid member. “So perfect.”

You smile mischievously as you push back on your heels and slide his shorts down his toned legs that he aids with a life of his hips. A loud smack sounds in the air because of the way cock springs up, hard and glistening with precum and collides with the taut muscles of his belly and your mouth waters at the way it twitches, your nose tingles because you can smell his arousal all the way from where you are and your petals flutter when fresh, pearly slick bubbles out of the tip. 

But you are not quite done yet. 

Embry's hand reaches to stroke himself but you click your tongue as if he is a misbehaving child and gently nudge it away with your own. As an Omega, you don't usually get like this despite everyone pining over you and your mate doting on you all the time and the Alpha's surprised gaze signals that he is equal parts taken aback and turned on with the knowledge that you are a small little thing compared to him, completely dependent upon his mercy if it comes to it, but his bestowing of a free hand upon you allows you to act liberally and even then you choose to serve him.

“Not so fast” your words are an entrancing lull. Embry huffs but keeps his hand away from his aching cock and you begin to sensually undress yourself. You are not a professional or anything so you don't have that kind of edge to it, but your heat tends to make the art of seduction a very effortless second nature matter to you. The Alpha growls and needily reaches for you instead this time around, his fingers kneading the soft skin of your hips as he begins to help you by pulling at your clothes. The primal action of his nature makes you yelp with a gasp at first but it melts into quiet giggles and then whimper-moans soon enough. Your tank top comes off first and his eyes take their sweet time enjoying your chest as you heave for him in response to his touch, your nipples pebbling because of how sensitive your body is. Embry looks at them hungrily and he swallows audibly, his heavy, wanton breaths weighing down his urge to wrap his mouth around them. Since he can't act on that impulse, his fingers hurriedly help you rid yourself of your pants and they pool around your ankles before you kick them away. 

You smirk to yourself as you see the glazed look on his face, his cock twitching on his belly as his heavy chest heaves with want. The Alpha's dark eyes trace the curves of your hips and follow the shape of your waist until he finds your dripping cunt that shines with slick. 

“Fuck” Embry groans and his hips jerk in sync with his twitching erection. “Fuck, baby” he looks like he is going to come just by looking at you.

Which means he is getting desperate.

Good. 

“Tsk” letting out an amused snort, you place your smaller hands against his broad shoulders to push them back as his huge form is looming in your direction and as he moves back, you move forwards until you have climbed him and the undersides of your thighs are straddling his laps, your feet on either side of him and knees bending to get as close to him as possible. You let your weight go because Embry's strong legs supporting it has never been an issue. As a matter of fact, he has confessed time and time again that he rather likes how you press down on him like his good little Omega baby. 

“Mmm” your teeth clamp down on your lower lip as you begin to rub your soaked and thumping folds all over his erection and the way his eyes widen in shock and pleasure as your wet cunt glides over his cock only makes you grind harder in anticipation of what would come next. 

“You like that, baby?” He is still an Alpha, he needs to assert himself somehow so his wolf can remain assured of its ownership and power over you.

“Mmm, Alpha, you're so good!” It only takes a few grinds and you're cumming, your walls clenching and your slick dripping onto his belly and thighs. “Fuck” you moan out a curse of your own though you know he doesn't like you using that kind of language when he is in his Alpha space, your cunt pulsates with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You sit on his thighs and lean back on your hands as you catch your breath, eyebrows furrowed and little whines leaving you from his dick slightly grazing against your petals and twitching. Your heat completely takes over at that point and your body becomes a living inferno.

You aren't like most people or Omegas. Your body reaches its optimum only after you have cum once. Because you love to chase and be made to find your release through the stinging thumps and frustration of overstimulation.

You feel Embry's cock squish against your slick drenched thigh and you look down at it. His growing knot is so big that it seems to rest over your tender lap like a dangerous serpent. “Baby” his hands trace along your hips and your waist, his thumbs tracing your sides. “Can I?” 

He is cracking. 

And though your nature grows the haze of submissiveness in your mind, you only rock your ass harder on his girth.

You can't say anything but just stare down at him like you are entranced, a primal silence engulfing you where it is only instinct and nothing else. Your heart pounds in your ears. It's like a thousand thoughts bolt around in your brain all at once and yet your mind holds onto each one for eternities. Need pulls at your limbs from every direction. 

“I need to feel you, baby” he pleads and you just wordlessly nod, one hand flying to clutch his shoulder tightly. Embry's eyes light up, his hands instantly lifting your ass and sliding your cunt down the length of his cock.

Just to make you cry out, he jerks his cock into you with a jab of his hips, the sensation making him let out a groan and you a mewl, the omega in you shuddering from the sensitivity and yet obediently taking him. Your walls flutter as you feel yourself stretch to fit his girth and you look down to see how your flesh takes him. His cock fills you to the brim and you are filled with an indescribable sensation of fullness that only Embry can give you, the velvet of your insides stirring against his hard girth. 

In mere moments, you're so full that you can't decide whether it is good or painful. Perhaps both. Your core is so wet that you can feel his cock drown in your slick because of the sloshing sounds your riding it -which is essentially Embry carefully moving you about it because his cock is not a joke to accommodate- makes. When you are comfortable, you begin to speed up your movements with the passing second, your ears and heart pounding with nearly unbearable fireballs running wild in your blood. 

“Gosh” Embry pants and a gasp leaves him when you slide down a certain way and knock the breath right out of him, your ass bouncing against his heavy sack and the visual of your boobs jumping doesn't help him. You know you must be a sight to look at. Your knees rock into his toned thighs and you clutch his hard shoulders, panting like a crazed animal as you wince from the painful pleasure. It wouldn't be the first time that you transformed mid fuck because it was too much for you to handle. “Look at you” he groans out raspily, his throat parched. “So fucking beautiful, angel” his long fingers grip your ass to keep you on the rhythm even if your Omega sensitivity makes you falter because some thrusts often get too much for you and your form lops to the side. His hands run all over your hips, your stomach, your breasts and the back of your head, his trimmed nails feeling your delicate nape before they reach to tangle in your locks and your scalp stings from the gentle tug.  

Your body is afloat on pheromone and sensation alike, your skin melts into Embry's golden touch that desperately feels every inch of your body. His grips on you turn harsher when your walls pulsate around him and the way he pulls you to him makes your entrance seethe out bubbling pearly slick down his cock, the angel puddle pooling down on his balls. Every movement sends sparks of pleasure through your core and up your spine. 

“Alpha!” Your teeth sink into your tongue because of how you tense in response to his fingers cupping your mound before his rough thumb tickles your clit. Your droopy eyes fly open as you let yourself feel every inch of him and every flicker of pleasure that your body sends to your brain. “Oh my Goshhh” you whimper out his name as you cum once more, the muscles of your thighs convulsing from the tightly shut dam that trembles free in your loins. Your cunt clamps around his cock and you feel him groan out at the feeling of his own high approaching.

His resolve finally snaps at the feeling of your hot orgasm and he lets out a growl so loud it nearly shakes the walls of the house. Your fucked out brain is too dazed to catch up with how he spins you around on his cock and moves the two of you so you're kneeling in front of the living room coffee table. Your elbows find the tabletop and his hands hook under your hips. He presses his cock into you and pulls your ass back and up so that his cock buries itself to the hilt in your dripping pussy. You feel it push against the swollen, reluctant walls of your cunt and a scream rips from your lips at the sensation. 

Embry pulls out and slams himself back in with a loud slap of skin against skin. His hand comes down on your ass cheek with a loud slap that makes you cry out, your cunt tries to close itself against him.

“Yes, Alpha!” Yet you mewl, wanting more. “Gimme your cum, please!” You tilt your head to look back at him with hazy eyes to urge him on with a lustful widening of your mouth and he stares back with his darkened and blown out eyes.

You are a mess of pure wanton. 

The Alpha lets out a hoarse groan as he watches the way you take his cock. “Fucking hell, baby” he pants. “You little tease” his hips jerk against yours and your breasts bounce over your arms as he fucks into your cunt. Your insides stiffen around his girth in a way that makes your head spin upon his tip fighting its way closer and closer to your cervix and you cannot help but let out a series of frenzied whimper-moans.

“Don't do it on purpose, do you?” His voice is primal and dangerous. “Is that why you provoke me into claiming you after? Huh, you little brat?!” He scolds and starts to firmly jack hammer his cock into your pussy, on the verge of his own climax and so fast that you almost feel like you're on the edge of passing out from the sensory overload.

It doesn't matter if his words are true or not. 

They always get the both of you off.

And when an Alpha and Omega are left to their devices, the sex is the only thing that has to make sense.

And that it does.

So much.

“You're going to milk me dry, my little Omega slut” Embry pants out a guttural order and you moan at how he snakes a ripped arm to the front of your body and slams you back into his toned chest. Your head falls back on his shoulder and you faintly register his fingers feeling up the expanse of your neck. He pounds into you so hard it feels as though he is hitting your uterus with every snap of his hips, your smaller body bouncing on his cock like a straw doll with each thrust. His whole cock sheaths balls deep into your tight slick coated walls before he pulls out all the way until his tip is barely probing you. Your slick drips from where you two are connected down to the both of your thighs and knees. He grabs your hair and tilts your head until your body arches in the way he likes and your nipples point up at the ceiling from the wave of excitement and arousal that an imaginative construction of the visual of your bodies washes over you. “You're mine, you hear me?” He snarls as your marked mating gland comes to light and he wraps your hair around his fingers to keep it out of his way. Embry's mouth clamps down onto the canine scarred patch and he suckles at it like a starved predator, his sharp teeth fitting right into the crevices they created once upon a time ago. Your whole body jolts from the impact and you clench. 

Fuck, it feels good.

“Ohhh—” your body curves outwards and you cry out in ecstacy. “Yes! Yours!” You moan out with a throaty voice. “Only yours, Alpha!” you tremble and send vibrations down his cock as a result, the sensation making him growl into your mating gland and lighting you up all over again. 

“I'm going to fill you up with my cum until your pretty little pussy it so stuffed it can't take or feel anymore” he growls while trapping your waist between his arms, the confinement causing your insides to feel his cock even more vividly and you cannot help but scream for mercy as he bends the both of you over the tabletop to fuck you into the piece of furniture, roughly pushing one of your legs up so it hangs over the edge closest to you and thus giving him even deeper access against your cervix. 

But that's the best thing about having the anatomy of an Omega, it doesn't hurt when he fucks into your womb. Matter of fact, your kind is made to take cocks like that without any kind of damage. And it feels fucking amazing. 

Your brain cannot think anymore. All you can do is feel as your eyes flutter close from the dignity numbing fuck.

Your mind is completely taken over by him as he bruises up your claim mark. It has a feeling of its own. When he gets to toying with it, he doesn't have to tickle your clit anymore because his touching your mating gland elicits such sensations in your body that they heat your clit up as if it's being rubbed silly with a tangible object though it's actually not.  

Embry does not relent until he has cum inside of you a number of times, your head being too fucked out and fuzzy to keep track. His hot seed fills you up so much that it spills out of you true to his promise. You are completely drained when he finishes with you and you hang from the table limply, his cock still pulsing inside of your exhausted cunt. You think it's over and so you begin to dimly yearn for the warmth of the bath he will run you now.

Well.

Jokes on poor little you.

“What?” He chuckles as he turns you on his fat knot once more so you face him, his fingers grabbing a handful of your slick and cum covered ass once more. “Done already, are we?” You numbly blink up at him, brain out of commission.

“H- Huh?” You blink to try and clear your neon vision, trembling hands blindly tapping about for him when he patiently waits for you to respond. 

He chuckles and effortlessly lifts you off the table, his knot swollen between your walls in a bittersweet tuck.

“Up we go, baby” you feel his hands run up your thighs and your back before he walks towards the bedroom while holding you in his arms and on his cock. You moan as his dick rubs against your walls because of the movement, your pussy dripping your mixed juices all over the place. Each step makes his cock stir your stinging insides.

“Shit” Embry curses under his breath at the sight of your shivering body. “Your cunt is still so wet and tight, baby” his fingers slip away from your ass as he plops you down on the bed and his cock slips out of your cunt, the empty feeling of loss making you whine despite the overstimulation. “So pretty and raw pink too” he lets out a chuckle, dark eyes watching you while his long fingers caress his cock. It's his turn to tease now. Your cum oozes out of you in a stream and coats the mattress in a pearlescent puddle as you cannot do much but lay there panting like a bitch in heat -which you are-, your legs dangling from the edge of the bed, teeth nibbling at your bottom lip in anticipation. 

“Maybe children will finally wise you up, huh baby?” He says as he turns to get you some water from the bedside table. “And just maybe, you won't ‘unintentionally’ flirt like a clumsy little Omega baby then” realization hits you like a gong.

He is only replenishing you for…

Though you whimper and pout up at him, too submissive to complain, you feel tiny flames of excitement come to life within you once more. 

Fuck. 

You are obedient in how he pushes you further up on the bed so he can crawl over you like the predator he is. And he spreads your legs open to make you completely and comfortably accessible to himself because you got a long night to go. Embry needs to make you marked and loud enough for everyone to see tomorrow and hear tonight just who you belong to. 

Next his manly hands move your ankles to his shoulders and he pats your petals with his heavy tip to make your fleshy folds shrivel and tremble in the way he likes, the thumping bringing them back into commissioner. Soon after, his cock sinks into you once more and he takes a hold of your sticky thighs so he can do you how he likes best. He slowly begins to fuck into you and his coarse hands squeeze your breasts and his fingers twist your nipples to ‘milk’ you for his future pups, or so he tells you. Your toes curl and your eyes roll to the back of your head at the thought.

The wolf is out.

And he is here to play.

. . .

Fun fact, the Leah thing happened irl where I accidentally said that to one of my female teachers lmfao.

[illusioninfnty]

kinktober 2023 masterlist

1st — pegging. jack mercer

2nd — choking. marc spector

3rd — quickie. samantha giddings

4th — cockwarming. "red-haired" shanks

5th — nipple play. alicent hightower

6th — dry humping. monkey d. luffy

7th — face fucking. simon “ghost” riley

8th — almost getting caught. joel miller

9th — size difference. jim hopper

10th — breeding kink. harwin strong

11th — mutual masturbation. ethan landry

12th — public sex. billy hargrove

13th — mommy kink. brahms heelshire

14th — face sitting. john price

15th — keeping quiet. billy loomis & stu macher

16th — toys. nami

17th — thigh riding. santa, "nikamund the red"

18th — orgasm control. rhaenrya targaryen

19th — 69ing. emily davis

20th — cock worship. rafe cameron

21st — spitroasting. roronoa zoro & vinsmoke sanji

22nd — hate fucking. matthias helvar

23rd — virginity loss. bo sinclair

24th — primal play. mike munroe

25th — humiliation. vinsmoke sanji

26th — sensory deprivation. chris redfield

27th — cuckolding. michael myers

28th — dubcon. jacob custos

29th — somnophilia. roronoa zoro

30th — corruption. dani

31st — sex pollen. buggy the clown

welcome to my very first kinktober! buckle up and enjoy the ride!

@gogogodzilla and I are doing the same kinks, if you want to check their fics out too :)

if you prefer to read on ao3, the link to the series is here

see you soon...

[ddejavvu]

MORE BEREAL WITH HOTCH OMG!!

but he takes one where he rails me from behind 🤭

part 1

this post is 18+, minors dni.

The consequences of your relationship with Hotch being outed are much less severe than you'd worried about. No one has snitched to Strauss, no one accuses you of sleeping with the boss for leverage in the government. But they do adopt a penchant for teasing you, and it grates on Aaron's nerves more than yours.

"Y/L/N, I didn't peg you as a grave robber," Derek grins, his pen caught between his teeth as he leans back in his chair, "Tell me, can the old man even get it up anymore?"

"That's enough." Hotch snaps, "You're working right now, Agent."

"I'm working, I'm working," Derek assures his boss, putting pen to paper but writing nothing, "Just making sure Y/N's not getting the short end of the stick in this little thing you've got going on."

"It's not short." You promise with a sly grin, and you see Aaron's jaw clench as he tries biting his tongue to keep from smirking. He's stirring his coffee on the counter of the kitchenette and Derek, properly cowed by your retaliation to his teasing, ducks his head and begins scribbling away with a grimace on his face.

You've developed a habit of meeting Aaron in his office for lunch, and today is no different. You take the brunt of your coworker's teasing jeers as you bounce happily up the stairs to Hotch's office, shutting the door on them before Emily can finish whatever jibe she's got locked and loaded.

"Hi," You greet, like you haven't seem him all day, like he wasn't expecting your presence, "You ready to eat?"

"I am," Aaron beams at you, shuffling paperwork out of the way to clear a space for your lunch bag, "Did you happen to grab any crackers from the pantry before we left?"

"I did," You brag, showcasing a full sleeve of them to pair with the dip you'd made, "We need more of them, though, this is the last portion."

"I'll add it to the grocery list," Aaron mumbles, digging in his pocket for his phone, and you feel something warm and soft in your chest at the domesticity of it all. Your grocery list, your joint grocery list with the man you love. Food bought together, with shared funds and shared smiles across the shopping cart as an unnecessary bag of cookies is added to the cart.

"JJ thinks you're nicer now that we're together," You muse, munching on a cracker with dip smeared over its surface, "She says you smile more."

"I do," Aaron's eyes scrunch slightly with the force of the expression in question, "I bet Morgan doesn't feel that way."

"He does that to himself," You scoff, reaching over the desk to squeeze Aaron's arm, "He loves you, Aaron, he just likes teasing you. That's his way of showing it."

"I know," He assures you, "I just wish he wouldn't do it in the office."

"I bet he wishes we wouldn't do it in the office," You gnaw at your lower lip, remembering Derek's scandalized grimace when he'd forgone a knock at Hotch's office door last week. It had been a kiss, barely more besides wandering hands, but since then he's doubled his efforts to tease you two.

"I locked the door this time." Aaron chuckles, but falls silent with the weight of his words, "That is- if you want this time to be like last time. Or we could just eat, or-"

"Shut up," Your finger flies to Aaron's mouth, his eyes crossing to follow it as you press it to his lips, "I want you."

His chest shakes with a hearty chuckle at your brazen words, but he's more than happy to scoot his chair back from his desk to give you space to sit over his thighs. Your kiss tastes like the dip you've both been sharing, but the messier it gets, the more you lick and drool into his mouth the less potent it is. It doesn't take you long to feel a needy ache in your core that Aaron's bulge would satisfy, so you reach down to palm him through his pants.

"Jesus-" He hisses, eyes fluttering open to blink dazedly at you, "You- do you want- here? Now?"

"Yes here and now!" You nod vigorously, his face held in your hands, "I need you, Aaron, please."

His hands fly to his belt buckle with no further hesitation. You're eager to help, palming his cock through his boxers until it's sufficiently hard and tugging eagerly at the elastic waistband to free it. It's a mouthwatering sight, but you don't have time for that now, all you can manage on your lunch break is a quickie.

With mental plans made to suck him dry as soon as you cross the threshold of your apartment, you lift your hips, relishing in the way that his fingers prod at your barely-slick entrance to coax more lubrication out of your cunt.

"Just go," You beg, "There's no time, I- I'm wet enough."

"Okay." He hums, kissing your mouth where you pant against his own, "You sure you're ready?"

"Mhm! Yeah, I'm ready." You nod, letting him line up his cock with your entrance, "Aaron, please- hnngh!"

You bury your face in his shoulder at the slight sting of his dick, the pain eased when he pushes all the way in and the slickness that's accumulated deep inside gets distributed around your cunt. It's smoother then, and he's able to get a steady rhythm going with both his hips and yours as you ride him. He thrusts as best as he can and you pick up the slack by bouncing your hips, until you're biting into the soft silk of his tie to muffle your moans.

Your phone chimes. It's BeReal.

You've had a little more freedom since outing your relationship, your photos now of you and Aaron together rather than the grass beneath your feet and a carefully taken selfie that doesn't include your brooding boss.

But it's Aaron this time that lunges for the cell, your weight supported when his arm wraps around your thighs, and your legs encircle his waist. It's a startling change of position, and you're worried about falling, but he's surprisingly strong.

"Aaron!" You gush, your back aching when it's pressed against the corner of his desk, "Ow, don't-!"

"Sorry," He pants, hands falling to your hips and hips jerking backwards. His cock is no longer buried in your cunt and you mourn it's loss, but he manhandles your waist to turn you around, and you fall forwards against his desk. You catch yourself on your palms against the smooth wood, yelping as he shows no hesitation in lining his hips up with your ass and plunging his cock back into your pussy. He's thrusting from behind now, one hand latched onto your phone as he clicks the notification.

Your face barely suffices to unlock the phone, your expression warped in pleasure as Aaron takes you from behind. But the phone unlocks after only a moment's struggle, and Aaron eagerly loads the front camera.

"No porn," You warn him, "I- I don't need Reid seeing my- tits!"

"I'm not showing anyone your tits," He grunts, aiming the camera at your face just as your brow scrunches, and your mouth falls into a rosy ring, "I'm showing them your face."

"Aaron-!" You mewl, hearing the shutter of the camera as he takes his own picture, the saliva-ridden bite you'd left on his tie. There's a ring of darker fabric where your drool had seeped into the silk, and he's proud to showcase it alongside your pleasure-ridden expression.

"There," He tosses the phone back on the desk, perhaps harder than he should. He's simply overwhelmed with passion, the need to prove himself worthy of you. Derek's nagging comments eat at his brain, 'the short end of the stick.'

It doesn't look like you're suffering. His chest surges with pride as he stares at the photo he'd snapped of you, face contorted and riddled with bliss.

'Short end of the stick', he sneers, digging the expression into your back and nipping at the skin of your neck, you're nothing short of mindblown.

[fandomwritingbit]

William afton x (fem)reader - scarf

Warnings: smut basically just Will wanking. Dark themes - pervert William, inappropriate relationship. The unfortunate use of a good scarf.

Notes: minimal plot, I wrote this on the train, its barely proofread lmao

"See you later, Mr Emily!" you call over your shoulder, half slinging your jacket and handbag on your arm. It's been a long day, and you were much too eager to get out of this place, making you forget the scarf you'd worn this morning, that hung on a hook shared by some of the staff. It was a thin silky fabric, a gift from a friend and you've worn it pretty much every day since.

"Monday, y/n?" A voice calls after you, stopping you from slipping away out the fire door. You turn to see your other boss, clearly on his way out for a fag, cigarette in hand and all.

"Yeah. No worries. See ya, Mr Afton." You smile politely, hating to be reminded of the extra shift you'd picked up. Then finally making it outside, ready for at least several hours of sleep.

~

Yeah, you will see him on Monday, where hopefully you'll wear that cheeky little skirt again, Afton thought to himself, smirking. It really had been a pleasure to see you on your hands and knees cleaning up something some trainee had dropped, it left very little to his imagination and that could be a dangerous enough tool on its own. You were fast becoming his favourite thing to see rushing around the restaurant, but he hadn't quite worked on cornering you yet.

He was about to follow your path outside and spark up, but glancing to the left, he saw your forgotten article. Now, what had he done to deserve this? He couldn't help himself from grinning wide, fuck the smoke, he had a better idea. Snatching the scarf from the peg he struggled with the impulse to press it to his nose. Restraint, William, he reminded himself. But that had never been his strong suit.

With it in hand, he left through the fire door, scanning the empty car park, left for his car and Henry's, somewhat appropriately at opposite ends. Henry's right under a light, his in a pitch-black corner which just couldn't be better for what he was about to do. Tucking the now undesired cigarette behind his ear, he slipped in his car, locked the doors, and waited for the interior light to turn itself off.

It was then in the complete dark that he inhaled the scent of you on this scarf, pressing it to his face as his head leant back against the seat rest, sneering into the fabric. The smell of you drove him wild, God he'd been wasting time not calling you into his office and seeing what kind of knickers you had on under that fucking skirt. Holy shit.

Dirty thoughts materialised in his head and with a grunt he unfastened his belt, pulled down his fly and took his cock out. It had been a surprising fair while since he had last done this and in consequence, he found himself impatient. Breathing in your smell, he could almost taste you. You sweet, pretty little thing, you probably had no idea how just the small 'how are you's had driven him to stroking his cock with your scarf in his face like some kind of creep. Feeling himself close, his pace was rough with himself. God he was a fucking pervert, but he didn't feel the guilt he should, he'll he celebrated it because he knew he had a talent for making cute pieces like you into perverts too.

It was easy to imagine you on top of him, his hand on your throat, moving your body just how he wanted it. You clawing at him. He could make you scream, hate him and thank him all at the same time.

Pulling your scarf from his face, he bucked into his hand, biting the inside of his cheek to muffle the groan of him falling over the edge. He hadn't thought to get a tissue or something to the liking and shoved your garment into his lap to collect his release.

His head hit the headrest again, a half-smirk half-scowl on his face. He chuckled, well, you certainly weren't getting this back now.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Puppy Love 2: Fanfiction

Cherri: Hey, Fuckheads! (Waves her phone in the air) Didja see that someone's been writing cringy fanfiction about the hotel and its occupants?!

Angel: What?! No way! Send us a link to the page! I gotta see this!

Cherri: (puts the user link in the Hazbin group chat)

Angel: Whoa-ho-hoa! What's with some of these ships?! NifftyDust?! Who pairs me with Niffty?! They also got me with Pen's Egg Bois!

Niffty: Awwww, I was hoping it would be with that bad boy at the club! Oh! I'm in a polyship with the Vees!

Cherri: Ha! StaticRadio is another big one for this writer. Never would have thought Vox and Alastor would be a mutual pining.

Alastor: (glitches out) What did you say???? (Peers over Cherri's shoulder) Oh, Zestial and Carmine are a ship, and they also put me with Rosie. That's not so bad.

Cherri: (reading one of the three Explicit rated works) Even if Rosie is pegging you with her ex-husband's dick?

Alastor: (Wendigo screeches echo through the hotel)

Husker: Why am I the hotel slut????? This guy's got me paired with literally everyone in the hotel!!!

Charlie: ......Everyone?

Husker: Even you, Princess. (Slams a bottle of Everclear) I need to forget I ever read this.

Lucifer: WHO PAIRED ME WITH SERA?!?!?!?! Who the Unholy Hell is Carmilla Carmine?! I'm paired with her, too!!!

Cherri: Awwwww~ I'm mostly paired up with Pentious..... okay, there's one for Angel. (Shrugs) Eh... Not the worst, but still not my thing.

Charlie: They can't be that bad, right? (Checks the page) I'M PAIRED WITH LUTE AND EVE?!?!?!?!?!?! (Scrolls feverishly) I DON'T HAVE A SINGLE WORK WITH VAGGIE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Hazbins: (pause)

Angel: Wait a minute.... (scans through the ships) There ain't a single one of us paired with Vags.

Charlie: (plasters her face to Angel's) Who IS she paired with???

Angel: Some bitch named Emily? (Scrolls) Looks like about half of these fics are Vaggie and Emily.... With one rated E fic, too..... (Taps random fic) "Emily knew this could only end badly, but the way the fallen angel stared at her with a smoldering eye made her go weak at the knees. The two reached out and..." What the fuck??? (squints) "Passionately held hands"???

Charlie: (eyes bleed red as she scrolls up to the Author Name) Who's writing these?

Vaggie: (finally bothering to open the link and reads the page username) "Em-Emmie-E"

Charlie: (eye twitches, and she roars so loud that all of Pride can hear) EMILY!!!!!!!

-Meanwhile: In Heaven-

Emily: (watching Hell like it's the latest episode of Days of Our Lives and taking notes)

EMILY!!!!!!

Emily: (fumbles her notebook) Oh, peach crumble!

[zepskies]

Take Me Home - Part 1

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader 

Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from. 

AN: Welcome to my first ever Big Sky series! I’ve been wanting to get to this for a while now. I’m so glad I finally get to start sharing this with you! I truly hope you enjoy the ride. (Note: This is set towards the beginning of season 3.)

Song Inspo: “Fly Away” by John Denver. And remember, you can listen to the full Take Me Home Playlist ⬅️ here.

Word Count: 4,400

Tags/Warnings: A bit of angst, a bit of setup, “Glamper Girl,” and a side helping of cops enjoying baked goods…

❤️ Series Masterlist

Part 1: All of Her Days

“This really feels like cheating,” you mused.

Yet again, you surveyed the sheer size and luxury of this tent you were supposed to be “camping” in.

Between the giant king-sized bed with crème and burgundy comforters, a two-seater dining table, a dresser (with a vanity), and even a small bookshelf, it looked like the Taj Mahal of glamping.

“Can’t you just enjoy it?” your best friend replied, poking a teasing finger into your side. She smirked when you flinched and gave her some playful side-eye. “My parents are the ones footing the bill, anyway.”

“Of which, I intend to pay them back for my half,” you said. Mary just rolled her eyes and waved you off. Her parents’ money was something she’d never had a problem spending.

“Come on, they’re getting ready to go on the hike without us,” she said, tossing her little purse over her shoulder. You were a bit more practical with your backpack, filled with a bottle of water, a couple snacks, bug spray, and your sketch pad.

Mary bumped your shoulder with hers as you two walked out of the tent, and you gave her a smile. You were glad she insisted on this little week-long excursion. It gave you exactly five more days to enjoy the fresh air of no responsibilities, before you returned to reality.

“So where are you guys from?” you asked a couple of walking companions on the early-morning hike.

The woods of Helena, Montana were vast and deep, and you found them a bit intimidating. You were a city girl, through and through, but you were learning to appreciate the mountains and the steep trails flanked by dense trees. You were also grateful that you weren’t alone. 

Emily seemed to be a nice girl around sixteen, while her stepfather Avery was a lightly graying man in his 40s. You pegged his accent as English, the “casual posh” kind. On a scale from Dame Maggie Smith to Dick Van Dyke's attempt at cockney, you’d put Avery on a Benedict Cumberbatch level.

“Well, I met her mother in Houston,” Avery replied, nodding at the girl beside you. “She and Emily joined me here in Helena after we were married this past spring.”

Emily confirmed with a nod. “Yep, starting school here in a few months.”

At that, you could smile. “Me too, actually.”

Emily gave you a confused look while she fiddled with an app on her phone.

“What? You’re still in school?” she asked.

“No,” you laughed. “I’m—”

“She’s a college professor,” Mary tacked on. “AKA: a giant nerd.”

Emily tried not to smile at your expense. You just shook your head at your friend.

“Thanks,” you said wryly, despite your amusement. “We can’t all be personal trainers. One can only take so much Spandex.”

Mary rolled her eyes and prepared to fire back a retort, but your attention shifted back to Emily, who seemed to be debating whether to press a red button on her phone. You thought it looked like a voice recording app.

You followed her line of vision and saw Paige and Luke up ahead—a young “happy couple” here at Sunny Day Excursions. They were whisper-yelling at each other, sniping something about Luke’s birthday. Apparently, he had a problem with getting another year older.

Don’t we all, you thought, with no small amount of sarcasm. The guy had been a sour apple since the start of this trip, and to be honest, he was starting to get on your damn nerves.

“This is like, prime time stuff for my podcast,” Emily whispered.

You looked over at her. “Oh yeah? What’s your podcast about?”

“Relationships, lies, that sort of thing,” she replied.

You almost grimaced. Good luck finding willing subjects for that one.

Mary snickered on your other side. She leaned close to your ear so only you would hear.

“God, Paige’s voice is so effing annoying. Like a chipmunk on helium,” she said. “I feel sorry for him.”

You shot her a dry look. “He’s the one asking for it, if you ask me. But they’ve been going at it the whole time. Makes me feel sorry for both of them.”

You shook your head and kept walking on the trail. Mary sobered as she stared back at you. She was reminded of why you two were really here, and what you’d been through this past year…

What you all had been through.

You and Mary fell behind Avery and Emily on the trail, giving Mary the opportunity to touch your arm and stop you in the middle of the trail.

“Do you really plan to stay here?” she asked. “In dusty-ass Montana? With the snakes and the bears and the old hicks?”

“Well, I got the key to my apartment before we got here,” you said. And she knew that. “My aunt is letting me crash with her until the rest of my things ship over in a couple of weeks, and I start a new job in the fall. So yeah, I’m staying.”

Mary’s lips pursed. She gave you a long look, but you held your ground. You even popped your Airpods in for good measure. You were done with this conversation.

She huffed and kept walking.

You watched your friend go in annoyance. You knew she would try to talk you out of your decision at some point on this trip, but you hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

Heaving a sigh, you looked up at the clear sky above you, filtered through the tall trees. You took a moment to collect yourself in this great big no man’s land, where you could finally let yourself slow down for a minute, and breathe.

You raised the volume in your Airpods when a particular song came through.

“All of her days have gone soft and cloudy. All of her dreams have gone dry,” crooned the soft melody. You nodded to the rhythm of the mellow notes, but all the while, you tried to blink through the sting of tears.

“All of her nights have gone sad and shady. She's getting ready to fly…”

You rubbed your left hand, where you still had the tan line of the ring you used to wear.

“It’s really okay, sweetie,” Mary tried to console you, rubbing her hand between your shoulders.

After the hike, you all had returned to camp and sat down to brunch. It was an amazing spread, with waffles and muffins and Danishes, eggs done three different ways, toast with jam, assorted sandwiches, coffee and orange juice (and sparkling wine for the adults).

But even with a huge plate of appetizing food in front of you, you were sulking a bit. You had your face covered by your hands as you rested your elbows on the table.

“One of my only goals on this trip was to ride a damn horse, and I couldn’t even do that,” you said.

Sunny Barnes and her husband Buck were the heads and hosts of this whole trip. And after the hike, their son, Cormack, had tried to help you onto the nice chestnut mare the handler had brought out of the stable for you. But your entire body had locked up in fear at the prospect of being vaulted onto the horse.

In fairness, she was huge. And you were both afraid of heights, and animals that could buck you off its back and trample you.

You hadn’t been able to speak. You just shook your head vigorously every time Cormack asked you if you were okay.

So he’d graciously patted your back and gave the mare to Emily instead.

“I’ve never been able to ride a horse either,” Avery offered in commiseration. You lowered your hands and gave him a wan smile.

Emily was carving an apple with an impressive (and somewhat scary) looking pocketknife. She shrugged.

“It’s not so hard,” she said. But, perhaps realizing how she sounded, she looked up and gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry. I mean, I’m sure you’ll get it! It’s hard in the beginning, but once you get used to it, it’s like riding a bike.”

Right. A bike with hooves, you thought, ripping a piece of bread from your egg and cheese sandwich.

Mary bumped your shoulder with a teasing smile. “You just got showed up by a high schooler. Again.”

You pursed your lips in amusement. You tossed the piece of bread. It hit her dead between the eyes. You giggled at the way she jumped with a start.

“Real mature,” she shot back.

“Yeah,” you replied, taking a giant bite of your sandwich for good measure. “I learned from you.”

Even Emily snickered, making Mary roll her eyes in amusement.

Shortly after, Avery and his stepdaughter were finished with brunch and got up to get back to their tents.

You glanced over and noticed that Emily had left her knife on the table, now closed in its sheath.

Sheriff Beau Arlen may have still been relatively new in town, but he considered himself a consummate professional.

He’d agreed to accompany Cassie, the local private investigator (and his friend), up to this mountain pass to look for a missing backpacker. Questioning Buck and Sunny Barnes and their crew was just good old-fashioned, thorough police work.

But if it also gave Beau a chance to check on his daughter up here “glamping” with her half-baked stepfather, then he couldn’t pass up on that opportunity, now could he?

After talking to Buck and Sunny, who hadn’t seen hide or hair of the backpacker, Beau let Cassie take care of questioning Cormack Barnes while Beau found his daughter outside her tent. After giving her a big hug and inspecting her “tent” (Really? he thought. Looks more like a hotel room than a tent.), he asked her how her trip was going so far.

“Good, Dad. But you really didn’t have to come all the way out here just to check up on me,” Emily said. She was amused, but no longer surprised to see him.

“No, no, no. I didn’t, okay?” Beau refuted. Though at the look on her face, he knew he wasn’t fooling her. She was a sharp kid. “All right, maybe not the only reason. We had to talk to Sunny about a missing backpacker. It’s something Cassie’s investigating.”

Emily’s amusement faded into surprise, and then concern.

“Wait, what?” she said.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing. Just, you know…parents probably didn’t get the memo that ‘off-the-grid’ was part of the deal,” he said, giving her a meaningful raise of his brows. Maybe his daughter didn’t have to screen so many of his calls while she was on this trip.

“Overprotective parents, huh?” Emily dryly remarked.

“The worst,” Beau agreed, shaking his head.

But he smiled. Just seeing her made his whole week better…and it alleviated some of the hurt in his heart. Not getting to be with her on a trip like this stung. And knowing Avery was the one who got to be there for her grated on him.

Beau was already missing too much of his daughter’s life, and he still wasn’t too sure on how to deal with that.

Speak of the devil, he thought. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Avery approaching. Beau forced himself to look as close to pleasant as he could get around his ex-wife’s husband.

While Mary went back to the tent to freshen up, you grabbed Emily’s pocketknife and went to look for her so you could return it. It had a wood-carved hilt and had her initials, E. A., engraved on the side. The knife looked special, not the kind of thing you wanted to lose.

You found her outside her tent with her stepfather, and a man you didn’t know. He had broad shoulders and short brown hair that swept above his brow. When he turned to look at you, the first thing you noticed was the cut of his bearded chin, and then the green of his eyes.

You didn’t realize it, but your insides stilled, just for a moment. Then you remembered to smile.

Avery looked a bit tense, as did the newcomer. You sensed you were interrupting a tete-a-tete. 

“Uh, hi. I’m sorry,” you said, and extended the sheathed knife toward Emily. “Just wanted to get this back to you. You left it at the table.”

“Oh! Thanks,” Emily said gratefully.

“Well, hi there,” said the new guy. He was tall, you noted, wearing a beige jacket over a buttoned-down shirt, some jeans, and boots. It was a casual look, but all worked very well for him…in a rugged cowboy sense.

“This is my dad,” Emily supplied.

“Sheriff Beau Arlen, ma’am,” he said, giving you a more friendly smile that you matched in kind when you shook his hand. You also gave him your name to go along with it.

“You here for a little belated vacation, Sheriff?” you added.

“No. Matter of fact, I’m here on police business,” he replied. That concerned you, but he was quick to wave a dismissive hand. “Everything’s okay here. Just checking on a missing backpacker. But it looks like we’ll have to continue our search for him elsewhere.”

You hummed at that in concern. “Well, I hope you find him.”

“I do too,” he agreed with a nod.

Then, Emily took the slight pause in the conversation as her chance to escape.

“Okay, Dad, well, we’re gonna go hike down to the lake,” she said, gesturing at Avery. “But as you can see, I’m fine. We’re fine.”

Beau’s smile became a bit tight, but he nodded in understanding. He gave her a big hug, and you could see he was reluctant to let her go. Avery stood behind them. He held tension in his shoulders. You felt a bit awkward yourself, being in the midst of what was clearly an uneasy family dynamic.

Beau released his daughter. After she took off with Avery following close behind, Beau turned to you next. You tried not to blush at the sight of his handsome face.

“Sorry, again,” you said, raising a placating hand. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

His lips twitched upward, and he shook his head. “You’re fine. Though you don’t look like a local. You from outta town?”

I could say the same thing about you, cowboy, you thought. There was a slight southern drawl in his voice that sounded like Alabama. Maybe Texas?

“You got me,” you nodded. “I’m from Chicago originally, but…I’ve actually just moved here to Helena.”

“Ahh, a city girl,” he remarked. “Small world. I just got here a few months ago myself. Houston, Texas.”

Your smile brightened. Right on the money.

“Yeah, I figured,” you couldn’t help teasing him a little. His grin kicked up in the corner.

“How’re the mountains and fresh air treating you then?” he asked. “Better than that blanket a’ smog in Chicago.”

“We do not have smog…or, well, not that much,” you laughed, “but yes, I’m actually really liking it here so far. I mean, I just got here about a week ago. I’m still learning. Though Emily actually tried to help me ride a horse today.”

“Yeah?” His brows raised. “How’d that go?”

You had to laugh. A kind of self-deprecating laugh that had you half-covering your face to stem off your blush.

“Not well,” you admitted.

Beau ducked his head with a smile. He met your eyes in amusement, but not without kindness.

“Well, here’s a tip for ya,” he said. He planted his feet, held his hands up into lightly clenched fists. “The trick is in the legs. Grip tight, but not too tight. He’ll think you’re rarin’ to go.”

You blinked a bit wider. Was that just honest advice…or was he sort of flirting with you?

It made you blush in earnest.

“Ah. Good to know,” you said with a laugh. He treated you with a tip of his imaginary hat.

“Hey,” someone called out.

Both of your heads turned to a tall black woman with long curly hair. She gave you a polite smile before she nodded up at Beau.

“You ready to go?” she asked.

“Ah, yep,” Beau nodded. He gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry, gotta get back to the station.”

“Oh, of course,” you said. But you held up a finger. “Wait, just a sec.”

You hastened back over to the table of confections from brunch and offered them a chocolate chip muffin each for the road. Cassie politely declined, but Beau gladly took his.

“Although, are you trying to stereotype me or somethin’?” he teased.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but after a moment, it hit you. You’d just given a cop a baked good.  

“At least it wasn’t a donut,” you quipped, despite your embarrassment. Beau still looked bemused, but he let you off the hook.

“That’s okay. I’ve never been known to turn down free food,” he assured.

“He really doesn’t,” Cassie confirmed. You noticed how she was waiting, arms crossed.

“Well, there you go! Sorry for keeping you,” you said.

“Not at all, darlin’,” said Beau. His smile had a charming gleam. “Nice to meet you.”

You quirked a smile back. “Wow, you are from Texas.”

You didn’t think you’d ever been called darlin’ in your life.

Beau’s good humor shifted into slight embarrassment himself.

“Sorry. I’ve been told to stop doing that,” he said. When he chuckled, you did along with him. You weren’t offended by it, just surprised by the old-fashioned endearment.

“It’s okay,” you said. “Nice to meet you too, Sheriff.”

You raised a hand in goodbye, and Beau returned it, watching you go. Meanwhile, Cassie watched him with a small smirk. He stepped down from the short platform in front of Emily’s tent to meet her.

“Were you just checking out Glamper Girl? In front of your daughter, no less,” Cassie remarked.

Beau shot her a look of denial. “I did no such thing. I’m a professional. And a gentleman, mind you.”

Cassie rose a brow at him. It stirred up a bit of his defensiveness. 

“But, I’ll have you know that Em had already moved on when I had a friendly conversation with the glamper,” he said.

Cassie rolled her eyes. Right.

That afternoon, you decided to bring your sketchpad and your modest collection of paints to the lake. You sat on the bank and tried to paint, while Mary joined the others in swimming.

“That looks nice,” Emily’s voice startled you from behind.

You twisted to look at her, and she gave you an apologetic look. She was dressed to go for a swim in a one-piece bathing suit and some shorts. She seemed more of a conservative dresser than typical high school girls her age. Maybe that had something to do with a policeman being her father, or maybe that was just her personality.

“Sorry,” she said, raising her hands.

“It’s okay.” You waved it off and gestured for her to sit beside you if she wanted. She did so, admiring your work over your shoulder. You felt a little embarrassed by it, but you didn’t mind her watching you try to paint ripples of light on the water.

“Are you an artist?” she asked.

You shot her a smile. “You’re very sweet, but no. I just started this year.”

You’d just Googled some therapeutic techniques instead of, you know, going to therapy. You just knew that if you did, your aunt would probably tell your parents, who would never let you hear the end of it. Specifically, why it was a waste of time. Your father especially would have something to say.

But one of the sources you found suggested trying out some creative outlets to calm the mind and think productively, but not create more stress for yourself. You’d tried a few different things, but landed on painting. It was working for you so far, even if you didn’t think you were that good.

“How do you like Montana so far?” you asked your companion. “Your dad told me you guys just moved here too, a few months ago.”

“Yeah, when my mom got remarried, my dad moved to stay close to me,” Emily explained.

Your brows raised. Your painting hand paused with the brush near the page.

“Well, that’s a good father,” you said. You smiled at the thought of Beau Arlen. The way he hugged his daughter before, like she was his entire world, and the fact that he’d moved entire states just to stay with her, told you a great deal about the town’s new sheriff.

Emily nodded, but her lips were pressed. “He’s a bit overprotective.”

“Well, he is a cop,” You said, smiling. “I assume that’s just part of the package.”

“I get that,” she said. “It’s just…a bit much sometimes.”

You gave her a sympathetic look. “I understand. My dad can be like that too. He’s got his soft moments, but he can be a real tough nut too… He’s a retired fireman.”

“Wow, that’s cool,” Emily said. She looked impressed. “Did you ever want to be a firefighter?”

You chuckled. “No, and he never wanted me to. It just wasn’t my beat, anyway.”

In the many years before your father had risen in the ranks to firehouse chief, your mother had often worried about him when he was on shift. Being a firefighter in inner-city Chicago had brought some hard and dangerous calls.

But you had always been more bookish, and both your parents were grateful for that.

You sighed. Your paintbrush made a stroke of deep green on the page, creating darker shades in the bottom of the lake.

“I did end up dating one though. Almost married him too,” you muttered, before you could stop yourself. You forgot you were talking to an insatiably curious girl.

“Really? What happened?” she asked. You looked over at her, and she was staring at you with her full attention. You remembered then that her podcast was supposed to be about relationships, but you had no desire to be a subject.

“It didn’t work out,” you said at last, and with difficulty.

“Why?” Emily asked.

Your internal struggle kept you quiet. It gave time for Emily to really see the withdrawn, almost pained look on your face, the slight hunch of your shoulders. She deflated guiltily.

“Uh, sorry,” she said.

You offered a small smile. “It’s okay, honey.”

“I’ll uh, just let you get back to painting,” she said. You waved her goodbye after she got up and left, giving you one last look before she joined her stepfather in the lake.

You let out a deep breath. The teen was tenacious, and naturally curious. That in itself wasn’t such a bad thing. But as you watched her splash at Avery, laughing that weightless laugh that kids got to have, you realized how much you missed being that young and free in your heart.

Again, out of habit, you set down your brush and rubbed at your empty left ring finger.

Mary finally joined you back in your shared tent after a long night of socializing by the fire. You had kept to the tent, reading Much Ado About Nothing for one of your classes that would start in the fall. It wasn’t your first time reading the Shakespeare play, by any means, but you did want to brush up on it.

“You know, you’re actually supposed to be vacationing on this vacation,” Mary pointed out. She started changing into her pajamas for bed. You were already cozy in one of your old college hoodies and some shorts, not to mention snuggled under the warm blankets.

“I am,” you said defensively. “I hiked, I painted, I ate no less than one burger, a basket of fries, and three smores, and now I’m reading.”

“Yeah, for school,” she pointed out. “I may not be as smart as you, but I know homework when I see it.”

You shot her a smile. “You’re plenty smart, M.”

She snorted and slipped into bed beside you. It felt like the sleepovers you two used to have in college, years ago, when she’d come to crash in your dorm, or you in hers. She’d been a philosophy major (despite not giving two shits about Socrates), forced to attend college by her parents. You were an English major, working three part-time jobs just to get you through until graduation.

“Hey,” she said, laying a hand on your shoulder. You turned to her in question. She seemed more serious than usual.

“I’m worried about you,” she said. “And I’m not the only one.”

You sighed. Lowering your book, you leaned back against your pillows and stared up at the tent’s fairy lights.

“I know,” you replied. “But you don’t need to be.”

“Yeah you keep saying that, but you know the real reason I’m here, right?” Mary asked. Her insistent hand on your arm made you meet her eyes.

“You don’t have to do this," she said. "You don’t have to move out here and leave everything behind. You should just come home with me. Your parents, our friends—everyone wants to be there for you, like we have all year.”

Your lips pursed, and you shook your head.

“I’m not going to change my mind. So if that’s really why you’re here, and not to just spend some time with me, as my friend, then you should just go home,” you said. “I’ll leave here and go to my aunt’s house. I’m sure your parents can negotiate some kind of refund.”

Mary got angry and huffy, just like you thought she would. You weren’t playing around though. This was your life, and your decision.

If your friends and your family couldn’t be happy for you, or at least understanding, then they could at least respect you. You just weren’t sure when they’d get the hint that this was real.

You were moving to Montana, permanently.

On the drive back into town from the camping site, Beau ate his chocolate chip muffin and tried his best to listen to Cassie—to her theories on where the backpacker might’ve gone, and how best to tell the parents to keep her on this investigation.

A good part of him was still thinking about his daughter, wishing he could be there with her right now. 

And maybe, his mind occasionally wandered…thinking about the pretty shade of your eyes when you smiled at him.

AN: And there we have it, Part 1 of a new series! If you liked it, please let me know! 🥰

And a special Happy Birthday to @jackles010378! 💖 I was going to say we're both Aries (mine is next month) but forgot Pisces comes first lol. ♓

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The trees were tall and dark now. The moon was filtering through them like the sun had during other day hikes, but it was much more ominous at night.

“Shit,” you muttered. You gripped your flashlight in worry as panic started to well up in your chest.

Now you were lost.

You jumped with a start when the hoot of a bird passed by overhead.

Shiiiit. This was very bad.

You kept moving forward on what you thought was the trail. That was all you could do, keep moving forward. You made a few turns around some trees, occasionally calling out for Sunny, or Mary, or anyone to hear you.

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Spencer Reid x Reader x Emily Prentiss MDNI Category: Smut CW: Friends With Benefits, Co-Workers, Threesome, Strap On, Sex Toy, Vaginal Sex, Cum as Lube, No Prep, Pegging, Dom/Sub Undertones. WC: 5,024 Master List Spencer, Emily, and Reader have a friends with benefits arrangement. (Not Proof Read) @imagining-in-the-margins

Spencer Reid sat hunched over his desk at the BAU, the fluorescent lights above flickering in rhythm with his weary blinks. The mounds of paperwork and empty coffee cups served as a testament to the long hours he'd been putting in lately. His shirt was slightly wrinkled, and his tie hung loose around his neck like a noose made of silk. The tension of the latest case weighed on him like a lead blanket, stifling his usual brilliance and leaving him drained. The only thing keeping him going was the promise of relief that evening—a promise that had been whispered in the hallowed halls of the office in hushed tones and knowing glances.

Y/N looked up from her own paperwork, noticing Spencer's distraction. They shared a knowing smile, the kind that could melt the ice of the coldest of cases. Their eyes met, and in that brief moment, the electricity between them crackled. The air grew thick with anticipation, and the office felt hotter than it had any right to be. They'd been dancing around this for weeks now—a delicate tango of desire and professionalism. But tonight, all that would change. Tonight, they would let their hair down and indulge in the kind of stress relief that HR would never endorse.

Emily Prentiss leaned back in her chair, watching the silent exchange with a knowing smirk. She knew the signs of their mutual frustration all too well. It was a dance they'd performed countless times before, and she was always ready to lead when the music played. She casually stretched, her shirt riding up just enough to reveal the soft, bare skin of her midriff. The gesture was innocent enough, but the message was clear: the clock was ticking down to their rendezvous.

The minutes dragged on like hours, each second feeling like a lifetime. The office buzzed with the mundane chatter of cases and deadlines, but their minds were elsewhere—on the promise of what awaited them after the sun dipped below the horizon. The anticipation was a drug, pulsing through their veins, making their skin feel too tight and their nerves too alive. They all knew the script—the quiet nods, the lingering glances, the unspoken agreement to meet at Emily's place once the day was done. It was a ritual they'd perfected over the months, a secret shared only by the three of them.

Finally, the clock struck the magical hour, and the trio packed up their things with an unspoken haste. They made their way to the elevator, the weight of their desire pressing down on them like a heavy fog. The ride down was silent, the only sound the ding of the elevator as it descended floor by floor. Spencer's heart thudded in his chest like a bass drum, and he couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N, who returned his gaze with a smouldering look that sent shivers down his spine. Emily's eyes gleamed with mischief, her smile a secret shared only by those who knew what the night had in store.

Once they arrived at Emily's apartment, the tension snapped like a tightly coiled spring. The door barely had time to close before they were on each other, a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses. The scent of their need filled the room, a heady aroma that seemed to thicken the air and make it harder to breathe. They shed their clothes like snakes shed their skin, leaving a trail of fabric on the floor as they stumbled toward the bedroom.

Emily led the way, her dominance as palpable as the heat between them. She reached back and grabbed Y/N's hand, pulling her in close. Spencer trailed behind, his eyes wide with excitement and a hint of trepidation. The room was dimly lit, the fabric covered lamps casting a soft glow across the walls. The large bed in the centre looked like a stage set for their darkest fantasies.

Y/N's hand slid up Emily's back, tracing the lines of her spine before settling on the nape of her neck. They kissed deeply, their tongues dancing in a fiery tango as they stumbled backward onto the bed. Spencer watched, his eyes glued to the sight of their tangled bodies, his cock growing hard at the thought of what was to come. He felt a thrill of submission, knowing that tonight, he would be the one to watch and serve.

Emily broke away from Y/N, her eyes shimmering with lust and power. She turned to Spencer, her voice low and commanding. "Sit on the bed, against the headboard," she instructed, her finger pointing imperiously. Spencer obeyed without a word, his legs trembling slightly as he settled into place, his erection bobbing with every movement.

Y/N was then positioned with her back against Spencer's chest, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces. Spencer's arms wrapped around her waist, his hands ghosting over her skin as Emily took charge.

"Hold her legs open," Emily purred. He eagerly complied, his palms pressing against the inside of Y/N's thighs, spreading them wide. The intimacy of the position made his heart race. He could feel Y/N's warmth radiating against him, her breaths coming in short gasps as Emily positioned herself between her legs.

Emily began to tease Y/N's pussy with a feather-light touch, her fingers dancing along the sensitive folds. Y/N's eyes rolled back, and she moaned, her body arching towards the touch. Spencer's cock throbbed in response, straining against Y/N's back as he watched Emily's skilled movements. Her thumb circled Y/N's clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to leave Y/N wanting more. The sight of his friend's pleasure painted on her face was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and submission.

"You're so eager, aren't you?" Emily murmured, her voice a seductive purr. She traced her fingers down Y/N's stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. "But remember, it's up to me to decide when and how you come."

Y/N bit her bottom lip, nodding slightly as she felt Emily's hand cup her mound. The anticipation was exquisite, a sweet torment that had her entire body singing with need. Emily's eyes met Spencer's over Y/N's shoulder, a smug glint of pleasure in them. Spencer's own arousal grew as he felt the tremble in Y/N's body, the way she leaned into his touch as if seeking solace from the storm of sensation Emily was unleashing.

Emily's fingers slid lower, slipping into the warm wetness of Y/N's pussy. Spencer watched, his eyes transfixed as he felt Y/N's hips jerk in response. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the dampness of her skin against his palms as he held her in place. The scent of arousal filled the room, thick and potent, making his mouth water with the need to taste.

Y/N's moans grew louder as Emily's fingers began to pump in and out of her, the rhythm slow and deliberate. Emily's eyes met Spencer's, the challenge in them clear. He knew his role tonight was to watch, to serve, to submit to their desires. But the need to be part of this intimate dance was overwhelming. He felt Y/N's body tense and release, her muscles rippling under his touch as she rode the waves of pleasure Emily was crafting.

Spencer's cock was a steel rod pressed against Y/N's back, and the friction was maddening. He wished it was buried inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness firsthand. But he knew better than to interrupt the show. Emily's thumb circled Y/N's clit, faster and harder, and Spencer could feel her legs quivering in his grip. Her breath grew ragged, and her eyes squeezed shut as she approached the precipice of orgasm.

Emily leaned in, her breath hot and damp against Y/N's sensitive flesh. "You're so close, aren't you?" she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "But not yet." She withdrew her hand, and Y/N's eyes shot open, a silent plea in them. Emily's smile was cold, a knowing smirk that sent a shiver down Spencer's spine."

With a graceful twirl, Emily stood from the bed, her naked form casting shadows on the floor. She sauntered over to her nightstand, her hips swaying with each step. Y/N's eyes followed her, her breath hitching as she opened the drawer and pulled out a silicone strapless dildo. The sight of it sent a jolt of excitement through her, and she felt her own arousal spike in anticipation.

Emily turned back to them, the dildo held loosely in her hand. She straddled Y/N's body, aligning the dildo with her own slick entrance. Spencer watched, his heart racing, as she pushed the toy inside herself with a soft groan. The other end, thick and curved, nudged against Y/N's pussy, the promise of a shared pleasure.

With a deliberate motion, Emily pushed the dildo further into her own heat, the base pressing firmly against her clit. She leaned over, capturing Spencer's mouth in a bruising kiss, her tongue demanding entry as she claimed him. He tasted her dominance, her control, and he melted into it, his cock pulsing with every inch she took.

Suddenly, she broke away, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, watch," she whispered against his lips. She positioned herself so that the dildo was at the perfect angle, and then, with a wicked smile, she began to thrust into Y/N. The other woman's eyes went wide with surprise and pleasure as she felt the fullness of the toy stretching her open.

The sight of Emily's body moving against Y/N's, the sound of their flesh slapping together, was almost too much for Spencer to handle. He could feel the vibrations through his own body, and the pressure against his cock was exquisite. His hands tightened on Y/N's thighs as he watched Emily's breasts bounce with every thrust, her muscles rippling with the effort.

Y/N's moans grew louder, her hips meeting Emily's with every push. The dildo filled her completely, the curve hitting all the right spots. Spencer's mouth went dry as he watched her face contort in ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in her head. He could feel her body tighten against him, her muscles contracting as she approached climax. The power dynamics of the scene played out before him like a live-action porn scene, and he was utterly enthralled.

Emily's movements grew more fervent, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The dildo slid in and out of Y/N with a wet, needy sound that seemed to echo through the room. Spencer's cock was painfully hard, trapped between Y/N's back and his pelvis, begging for attention. He knew he wasn't allowed to touch himself—not yet—but the temptation was almost unbearable.

Y/N's body began to tremble, her moans turning into whimpers of pleasure. "Emily," she breathed, her voice strained and desperate. "Please…"

Emily's pace grew frenzied, her own pleasure building as she watched Y/N teeter on the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, she pushed the dildo deep into Y/N, the toy's base grinding against her clit. Her orgasm ripped through her, a violent storm of sensation that had her back arching and her nails digging into the bedsheets.

Y/N's eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed out her release, her pussy spasming around the dildo. Spencer felt her body tighten, her muscles contracting in waves of ecstasy that seemed to echo through his own. He could see the desperation in her face, the raw, unbridled passion that Emily had brought to the surface.

Emily's own climax washed over her like a tidal wave, her hips bucking and her pussy clenching around the inserted end of the dildo. Her orgasm was a symphony of sensation, a crescendo that had been building up, and now it crashed over her with the force of a hurricane.

As the waves of pleasure receded, leaving their trembling bodies in its wake, they took a moment to catch their breath. The room was thick with the scent of sex, a potent perfume that seemed to cling to their skin. Emily's chest heaved, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction as she stared down at Y/N, who was still lost in the aftermath of her own release.

"Now, it's time for the next act," Emily murmured, her voice like velvet. She slid the dildo out of herself, a wet sound that had Spencer's cock twitching with need. Y/N looked up at her through a haze of pleasure, her eyes glazed with desire.

Emily's hand reached down, gripping the base of the dildo firmly. "Put this on," she ordered, her voice low and commanding. Y/N took it, her hands shaking slightly as she inserted the wearable end of the toy, adjusting it until the thick, curved shaft jutted out from her pelvis.

"Now," Emily said, her voice a seductive purr, "it's Spencer's turn." She slid off Y/N and turned her attention to Spencer. He watched, wide-eyed, as she approached him, his breath hitching in his throat. The need to be part of this intimate dance was now a raging fire, consuming him from the inside out.

Emily's eyes never left his as she straddled him, her wet pussy sliding against his cock. She positioned Y/N so that the tip of the dildo was pressing against his asshole, the coolness of it making him gasp. "You've been a good boy, watching us," she cooed, her hands sliding up his chest. "But now it's time for you to be a good little slut."

With a wicked smirk, she leaned in and whispered, "You know you want it, Spencer. You want to feel Y/N's cum inside you." The words were a hot brand, searing into his psyche and making him crave the filthy, depraved act more than he ever thought possible. His cheeks flushed, but he nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Good boy," Emily purred, her hand sliding down to grip his cock. She gave it a rough squeeze, making him gasp. "But we don't need to prep you, do we? You're so desperate for it, you're practically begging."

Spencer felt his face heat up, but he couldn't deny the truth of her words. The thought of the dildo lubed up with Y/N's cum filling him up was driving him wild with need. He nodded, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Yes, Emily."

Y/N took the cue, pushing forward with a gentle but firm pressure. Spencer felt the tip of the dildo breach his hole, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure that made his eyes fall shut. His body adjusting to the intrusion as she slid it in deeper. Emily watched with a sadistic glee, her eyes never leaving Spencer's face as she tightened her grip on his cock, stroking it in time with Y/N's movements.

Y/N took her time, her eyes locked on Spencer's, gauging his reactions. With every inch she pushed in, she felt his body tense and then relax, his moans growing louder. The sight of his face—a picture of pure, unbridled lust.

Once the dildo was fully seated in Spencer, Y/N paused, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. She waited, not for permission, but for the moment when she knew he was ready for more. Spencer's eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth gritted, but she could feel his body begging for it. He was hers to use, to claim, and she revealed in that power.

With a wicked grin, Y/N began to thrust into him, her movements slow and deliberate at first. Each push sent a bolt of pleasure through Spencer, the sensation of being filled so completely was something he hadn't quite prepared for. The dildo stretched him, filled him, and the feeling of Y/N's firm thighs against his own was an erotic symphony playing against his skin.

Emily, not one to be left out, straddled his waist, her own wetness coating his cock as she began to grind against it. The friction was maddening, a sweet torture that had him begging for more. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Look at me," she demanded, and Spencer's eyes snapped open, meeting hers.

Her eyes held a fiery dominance that sent a shiver down his spine, and he knew he was about to be claimed in a way he never had before. As Y/N's thrusts grew deeper, Emily took his length in her hand, stroking him in time with the rhythm. The sensation of being filled and pleasured simultaneously was almost too much to handle.

Emily leaned down, her breasts brushing against Spencer's chest as she took his mouth in a searing kiss. She tasted like power and need, and he could feel her pulse racing against his tongue. With a wicked smile, she broke the kiss and slid down his body, her wetness coating him as she went.

Her hand guided his cock to her entrance, the tip nudging against her slick folds. Spencer watched, his eyes wide with anticipation, as she took a deep breath and slid down onto him. The sensation was indescribable, a perfect mix of tightness and heat that had him gritting his teeth to hold back his own orgasm.

Emily's eyes never left his as she took him in, inch by inch, her pussy stretching to accommodate his thickness. Her moan was a symphony of pleasure, a sound that resonated through his very core. The sight of her, her breasts bouncing with every descent, her eyes glazed with desire.

Spencer felt the pressure building inside him, the need to come a gnawing ache that was only heightened by the feel of the dildo in his ass and Emily's tight heat around his cock. He could feel every muscle in his body straining, his breath coming in ragged pants. He was a conduit for their pleasure, a vessel for their desires.

Y/N's pace grew more erratic, her thrusts now punctuated by her own moans of need. Spencer's hips rolled to meet hers, his body moving on instinct, his mind lost in the symphony of sensation. He was consumed by the pleasure, a willing slave to the two dominant women who had claimed him.

The pressure within Spencer grew to an unbearable crescendo, his muscles taut as a bowstring. Emily could sense his impending release, her own arousal spiking at the thought of him coming undone beneath them.

Y/N's thrusts grew more deliberate, her aim precise. With a wicked grin, she angled the dildo just so, the tip hitting his prostate with each deep plunge. The first time it grazed that sensitive spot, Spencer's eyes rolled back in his head, and a guttural moan tore from his throat. Emily felt his cock jerk, and she knew they had found the sweet spot.

"Oh, fuck," Spencer whispered, his voice strangled. The sensation was intense, a white-hot bolt of pleasure that shot through his body. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and his entire being was alight with desire. His hands gripped the sheets, his knuckles turning white as he tried to hold on, to keep from shattering into a million pieces.

Emily's eyes never left his as she began to ride him with renewed vigour, her hips rolling and bucking in a dance that was as ancient as it was erotic. She was a goddess, a queen, and he was her willing subject. Each bounce sent a jolt through his cock, a symphony of pleasure that had him on the edge of his sanity.

Her breasts swayed with every thrust, the sight of her riding him a vision that was burned into his mind forever. He could feel the beginnings of his climax building, a pressure that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The room was a blur of sensation—the smell of sex, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the feel of the dildo filling him up and Y/N's hands guiding him through the motions.

But it was Emily's eyes that held him captive, her gaze a brand that seared into his soul. "Please," he whimpered, his voice strained. "Please, let me come."

Emily's smile grew, the corners of her mouth tilting upwards as she felt Spencer's desperation. She knew he was close, his body trembling beneath her. "Not yet," she whispered, her voice a sweet torment. "Not until I say so."

With a grace that belied the urgency of the moment, Emily repositioned herself, her movements as fluid as water. She turned, her legs straddling Spencer's hips, leaving her facing Y/N. She reached back, her hand finding his cock, slick with her juices, and guided it back to her entrance.

Their eyes locked, the unspoken question in Y/N's gaze. Emily's response was swift and sure. Her hand slid around the back of Y/N's neck, pulling her in for a kiss that was as fiery as it was possessive. Their tongues danced, a duel of desire that sent sparks flying. Spencer could feel the heat of their passion, the intensity of their connection.

With a fluid grace that seemed almost inhuman, Emily began to ride him, her hips moving in a mesmerizing rhythm that had him panting. Each downward thrust brought her closer to Y/N, whose mouth was eager and hungry against hers. They kissed as if it were the last time, as if the world was ending and all that mattered was this moment of shared ecstasy.

Y/N's breasts bounced with every movement, and Emily couldn't resist the temptation. Her hands slid up to cup them, her thumbs playing with the sensitive peaks.

"Look at me," Emily murmured, her voice a velvet command. Y/N's eyes snapped to hers, the haze of pleasure sharpening into focus. Emily's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?"

Y/N nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she felt the pressure building within her. Each thrust of the dildo into Spencer sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body, the sensation of being so intimately connected to Spencer a heady rush.

Emily watched them, her own arousal growing by the second. Her hand slid down her body, her fingers finding her clit, already swollen and sensitive from her earlier release. Y/N's moans grew louder as she pumped the dildo into Spencer, her own climax approaching like a freight train.

"Fuck, Emily," Spencer gasped, his body a tightly wound spring ready to snap. "I can't hold on much longer."

Emily's eyes gleamed with a sadistic satisfaction as she watched Spencer's desperation. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against Y/N's as she whispered into the other woman's ear, "Make him cum, baby. I want to feel him spill inside me."

Y/N's eyes widened with excitement, and she picked up the pace, her movements becoming more erratic and passionate. Spencer's body was a canvas of pleasure, his moans and gasps painting a picture of ecstasy. Emily's hand worked in tandem with Y/N's thrusts, her fingers moving in a circular motion over her clit, driving her closer to the edge.

Spencer felt the climax building, his body a symphony of sensation. He could feel the tightness in his balls, the ache in his cock. "Please," he begged, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Please, let me cum."

Emily's eyes met Y/N's, and she nodded almost imperceptibly. The room was a cacophony of moans and gasps, the rhythm of their bodies in perfect harmony. Y/N's thrusts grew stronger, more demanding, the dildo slamming into Spencer's prostate with a precision that had him teetering on the edge.

"Cum for us, Spencer," Emily purred, her voice a siren's call. "Give us what we want."

The words were all it took. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the apartment, Spencer's orgasm hit him. His body arched off the bed, his hips bucking wildly as ropes of cum shot out of him, filling Emily. Y/N's eyes widened in awe, watching the display of raw, unbridled passion.

Emily felt the warmth of Spencer's release, the thickness of his cum filling her, and it was like a spark to kindling. Her own orgasm crashed over her, a wave so intense it stole her breath away. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, her muscles pulsing in time with her heartbeat as she rode the wave of pleasure.

Y/N watched, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and envy, as Emily took her pleasure. The sight of Spencer's body, lost in ecstasy, was almost too much to bear. Her own need grew, a desperate ache that she knew only one thing could satiate. She pushed the dildo into Spencer with renewed vigor, the friction against her own clit driving her closer to the edge.

Spencer's orgasm was a thing of beauty, a testament to the power that Emily and Y/N held over him. His body arched, his muscles tightened, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Y/N's hips never stopping, milking every last drop of pleasure from his trembling form.

As Spencer's climax subsided, Y/N's own need grew more urgent. She could feel the pressure building, her clit swollen and sensitive from the friction of the dildo. She rode him harder, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she approached her own peak.

With one last harsh thrust, she tipped over the edge into her own orgasm. Her body spasmed, the dildo buried deep within Spencer as she found her own release. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she threw her head back, the waves of pleasure crashing over her like a storm at sea.

For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Then, with a final tremor, Y/N pulled the dildo out of Spencer, the wet sound echoing through the room. She collapsed onto the bed beside him, her body slick with sweat.

Emily leaned over Spencer's form, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched him try to catch his breath. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "You did so well."

Y/N leaned back, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her hand still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She reached down, her grip tight around the base of the dildo, and with one swift movement, she pulled it free. It was a sensation that sent aftershocks of pleasure through her, making her whimper.

With a sultry smile, she tossed the toy onto the bed, watching as it landed with a soft thud. It lay there, glistening with their combined juices, a silent testament to the passion they had just shared.

Y/N leaned back, her chest heaving with exertion. She felt… spent, yet invigorated. Her eyes met Spencer's, and she saw the same raw emotions reflected in his gaze. "Good boy," she echoed Emily's words, her voice a caress that sent shivers down his spine.

They all lay there, a tangled mess of limbs and satiated bodies. The sweat glistened on their skin, mingling with the remnants of their climaxes. Spencer's eyes drifted closed, a content smile playing on his lips as Emily and Y/N cuddled closer, their soft bodies pressing against his. Despite the stickiness and the faint smell of sex, there was something incredibly comforting about the intimacy of the moment.

Emily's hand trailed lazily over Spencer's chest, her thumb tracing patterns on his skin as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. Y/N's head rested on his shoulder, her breaths deep and even as she too revelled in the afterglow.

In the quiet of the post-coital haze, the unspoken truth hung heavy in the air. They were all silently glad that they had this arrangement, this deliciously twisted dance of domination and submission that played out behind the closed doors of Emily's apartment. It was a secret garden of pleasure, a place where they could shed the weight of their jobs and their inhibitions.

Spencer felt the warmth of their bodies, the gentle rise and fall of their chests as they all tried to catch their breath. He knew that without these moments, without the fiery passion that Emily and Y/N brought to his life, he would be lost, drowning in the cold, clinical world of the BAU. Their arrangement was more than just sex—it was an escape, a sanctuary from the darkness that surrounded them.

Y/N rolled onto her side, her hand sliding up to stroke Spencer's cheek. He leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt the tension of the day melt away. The three of them had found something special, something that went beyond the confines of their job descriptions and into the realm of the taboo. It was a balm for their weary souls, a reminder that they were more than just agents, that they were alive and capable of feeling.

Emily watched them, her own chest rising and falling with the slow rhythm of contentment. She knew that Spencer craved this—the release from his own mind, the chance to let go of his control. And Y/N, she knew, enjoyed the power, the ability to make him beg and whimper. They were all getting what they needed, a delicate balance of give and take that only they understood.

The silence stretched out, a warm embrace that enveloped them all. It was a testament to their connection, this unspoken understanding that no words could ever fully capture. They had found refuge in one another, a place where they could be vulnerable and strong, where desire didn't have to be whispered but could be shouted from the rooftops—or at least the four walls of Emily's apartment.

[gilverrwrites]

Castiel NSFW Headcanons

Pairing: Castiel / GN!Reader

Rating: M/18+

Please remember: to give yourself time to rest.

Warning: Very brief mention of non/dub-con. Cas is kinda pervy and I love that for him.

Wants to and will deliver the most excellent and diligent aftercare, but you have to be vocal and specific about it. Communication is good, tell him what you need, and he will do it, everytime.

Actually prefers receiving oral over giving. Don’t get it twisted, he thoroughly enjoys the effect it has on you, and will do it over and over for you, but it’s a sensory thing. There’s just so many particles, and molecules on his tongue, it can be overwhelming.

Incidentally like A++ when it comes to dirty talk. He doesn’t really have a filter so he will have no problem telling you what he likes, how he’s feeling. Will check on you aften.

Does that feel good? Do you enjoy when I touch you like this? You look so beautiful when you cum for me. I love the way you feel around me.

However, until/unless you teach him the slang terms and how to use them, he will refer to most body parts by their anatomical names.

Is a top, but is very open to experimentation. Is happy to and enjoys bottoming/being pegged.

A switch, with predominately dom tendances.

Taking charge comes easily to him, and he can be very impatient/intolerant of having his orders disobeyed. Bratty behavior can be fun for him, if you’re into that sort of thing, but prefers service subs who will do as told and do it well. But does not like to be the boss all the time. He likes it when you top him, especially for slow, sensual sex.  If you’re more experienced than him and can show him new positions or foreplay.

On the subject of positions, top 3: Face-off, cowgirl, and seashell.

Art by Emily Schiff-Slater

Will ask/scold you to keep your eyes open and look at him frequently. Really enjoys watching your expressions/reactions, particularly your eyes.

Doesn’t like to restrain you with ropes and the likes, but does like using his body and/or his grace to pin you down and have his way with you.

Let him hold you down, get nice and deep inside, then look up at him with glazed eyes and let out a whimper; he may just cum on the spot.

Can and will go for hours if you let him, stamina is not an issue for him.

Especially for cock-warming. On the rare occasion he has downtime, he will happily spend all day with you on his lap, cock inside you just idly chatting, examining and teasing you as you gradually get more wound up and needy for him.

His wings and the space around their base (in between the shoulder blades) are highly sensitive. Just the brush of your finger is enough to get him riled up.

You have to inform him that it’s found upon to discuss your sex life unprompted with other people. Unless that doesn’t bother you.

Dean: Where the hell were you man?!? We’ve been prayin’! Cas: I heard you. I was busy engaging in coitus with [name]. ____ Sam: Cas I’m trying to explain something here, what is so important on your phone? Cas: [name] has sent me a photograph of their [redacted], I am uncertain of the best way to respond.

Does not particularly like sexting, as he finds it hard to concisely convey his thoughts through text. BUT he does get a thrill out of seeing and having your nudes be so easily accessible and for his eyes only.

Seldom masturbates but does watch a lot of porn. It’s for “research” in “understanding humans”. Totally not for inspiration.

If you suggest making your own DIY porn, he will jump on it. There may be some technical teething issues, but he is determined not to let that stop you. Would film it from the nightstand of something, not POV as he still wants to get lost in the moment and not have to worry about filming you from just the right angle.

Secretly a voyeur. Prior to any sexual/romantic relationship he may have ‘accidentally’ popped up and caught a glimpse (or more) of you, or his other human acquaintances getting their rocks of (be they alone, or with other people). During any relationship he likes watching you touch yourself, sometimes he’ll ask you to let loose and do it however you like, sometimes he prefers a more guided approach. So, telling you, where to touch, how much pressure, if and when you can reach your climax.

And of course, frottage/thigh riding. Watching you grind on him, per instruction, until you cum makes him giddy.

Very much enjoys a good cream pie. Typically, he’s not really into (his own) cum, it’s sticky and messy. But he cannot deny the rush of pride he feels when he see’s his own cum seeping out of you.  

Is often commando, it just feels more freeing, and allows for easer access. Yes he could just use his angel mojo, but there’s something more fun and a little sordid about doing it himself, or better yet, having undress him.

Same goes for you. He prefers stripping you by hand. It allows him more time to touch you, to feel your soft skin under his, to tease all the points of you that he knows makes you squirm.

[veeluvss]

✮⋆˙ christmas cook

WELCOME TO MY 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS SERIES

emily x reader

1131 words

emily tries to cook for you but doesn’t do a very good job ….

The smell of burnt food attacked you as you entered your decorated home. You laughed as you heard Emily Prentiss swear in the kitchen. You laughed harder as the fire alarm began blaring. You left your girlfriend to it. You slipped off your heeled boots, which were mandatory to wear to work, and replaced them with the fluffy slippers Emily bought you last christmas. You had a collection of slippers but these ones had snowmen on them with hats which bobbled as you walked. You found it endearing and felt obliged to bring them back out for the festive season. They were also a lot warmer so helped keep you cosy in the creeping cold weather. You untied the scarf from your neck and hung it over your peg and then covered it with your floor-length trench coat. You heard your girlfriend swear again as the alarm finished.

Smiling from ear to ear, you noticed Sergio, who seemed to be the only one who heard you come home. He tangled himself around your legs, asking to be hugged. You bundled the black- furred baby into your arms before heading into the kitchen. Emily stood facing away from you, hands on the bottom of her back and she seemed exhausted. She had an old rag over her shoulder, which you assumed she used to hit the smoke alarm with. A pungent yet sweet smell lingered in the air and your vision was slightly clouded by the remaining smoke. You saw the black chicken sat on the side, still in its tray. Beside it sat some potatoes, also blackened with burn. You laughed loudly and headed further into your kitchen.

“Babe!” Emily exclaimed, jumping back.

“Hi baby,” You smiled. Sergio dropped from your arms and you embraced Emily.

“You scared me!” She whined slightly and you kissed her pout away. “When did you get in?”

“Just as you set the smoke alarm off. I’m assuminng not for the first time either,” you said, motioning to the food on the side. Emily pouted again and brushed her raven hair from her pink face. She fell into a rant about timings and forgetting and the temperatures and you watched her. You enjoyed watching how her facial expressions matched her tone of voice but also sometimes didn’t. You loved watching how her brown eyes expressed her emotions the most. Her eyebrows furrowed and opened up and looked over the food and over you and you just smiled wider. God you loved your girlfriend.

You leaned over and kissed her, wrapping your arms around her waist to pull her closer.

“You talk to much Prentiss,” You whispered, teasing her. She blushed a little, something she’d never admit to, and kissed you back.

“I do, huh?” she murmured.

“Hm but I love your voice.”

“Well I love you,” she said simply. Your stomach folded. You’d been exchanging them words with Emily for almost two years but you’d never, ever get used to them. Hearing her say it, watching the slight smirk on her lips, tasting her lips too. It was all so much. So loving. You didn’t need to reply, you put your head down, blushing and she planted a gentle kiss on your forehead and held you tighter.

It was a few minutes before you pulled out of her arms.

“The kitchen stinks!” You laughed and grabbed the burnt chicken ready to throw it in the bin.

“I’m sorry-” Emily chuckled but you could hear the undertones of guilt behind the smile. She often did that; laughed off her negative emotions with gallows humour.

“Don’t be,” you said. You threw the food out and turned to your girlfriend who was no longer hiding her expression. A glum look sat on her face and you sighed, taking her hands.

“I failed you again,” Emily muttered under her breath and your heart dropped.

“No love, you didn’t fail me at all. You’ve never done that.”

“I’m never home and when I am home, my plans to treat you never work and you always end up disappointed. I told you we were going to have a nice dinner since I’m guaranteed this time off before Christmas! I promised a nice dinner for us to celebrate the holidays and now look at me.”

“Em,” you sighed and stepped closer to her. “A nice dinner doesn’t necessarily mean a home-cooked one. I don’t care if your plans work or not, it’s the thought that matters to me. It’s the effort. Everytime I come home, I can see how much you tried. Christmas or not you are the love of my life and all I care about is spending time with you.”

“But you deserve better.”

“You give me the world Emily Prentiss, I couldn’t give a shit if you could cook or not. Only one of us can be good at these things,” you smiled and the side of her mouth quirked up a little. “I promise you Em. Everytime I come home I feel so lucky to have you in my life. Everytime you come home from a case with a bouquet of flowers for me and a box of donuts for you I fall in love with you all over again.”

“Even though I can’t cook?”

“Especially because you can’t cook. Everytime you burn my kitchen, I’m reminded of how big your heart is and how determined you are to be such an amazing person,” you leaned in closer to her, “even though you’re already the best.” you finished your speech with a soft kiss as Emily wrapped her arms tighter around you.

“I love you,” she whispered softly and butterflies started again.

“I love you Emily, so much.”

“Pizza? Or Indian?” Emily asked. She came to sit beside you on the sofa. You had your feet curled under you with a blanket wrapped all around you - keeping you as warm as can be.

“Pizza,” you replied. You lifted up the blanket and she slid in beside you, remote in one hand and phone in the other. You made sure she was warm too and put your head on her shoulder. She tapped away at her phone, ordering your favourite and her favourite.

“Christmas movie too?” She asked, knowing you too well. She immediately went to your favourite and you smiled widely.

“Yes, that one.” She laughed and pressed the restart button since you’d only finished it yesterday when she was at work. You cuddled in close as the familiar opening tune started and she put down her phone and the TV remote. She held you closer to her, wrapping both her arms around your waist. You snuggled in, for warmth and she kissed the top of your head.

“You make me so happy,” she whispered.

“You make me the happiest.”