#I just know they’re gonna name the baby JJ now

[snazzynacho]

“Fun fact…💅 Everyone you know will die. Your father, your mother, and even your best friend,”

SHUT THE FUCK UP, JOHN B

[2tarbell]

KOOK!READER and BSF!RAFE who enjoy getting high together, either by a joint or using her pink girly bong (that she takes pictures of him using and says she’s gonna blackmail him. rafe doesn’t laugh at that). she only ever smokes with rafe, what he has. and they’re laughing… usually; lingering touches seeming even longer and eyes darting over each others faces. taking in four red eyes and two dazed smiles.

but sometimes it’s almost completely silent. any outsider would think they’re mad at each other but it’s actually quiet admiration. studying each other so intensely and longingly that eventually they do start heating up. she mumbles snide remarks about that one bartender that was ogling him the other day — and rafe smirks. he finds it funny.

kook!reader is only pissed off more and begins spinning tales of encounters blown up and out of proportion, all to irritate rafe. she bounces around from kook to kook, but know she’s hit a nerve when his eye twitches at the mention of escapades with a certain blond pogue — maybank. she’ll be damned if rafe doesn’t get a taste of his own medicine.

now, there’s a certain power play involved in their fucked up relationship. and with this blatant disrespect and gall to even joke about jj, rafe was seething. she was his best friend. she was his to fuck. his, his, his. so he’s wrapping a hand around her throat and tugging her towards him roughly, leaving her to scramble forward into his lap. rafe’s eyes were stone and she felt a chill looking into them, maybe that had something to do with the sudden dampness and warmth in her VS thong. the joint fallen out of her hand and onto the floor beside them.

“you—” a incredulous scoff falls from his lips, “—you gotta learn when to shut the fuck up, yeah? this loud mouth s’gonna getchu in some reeeeal trouble, baby.”

shaking her back and forth with his grip on her neck, the pressure just enough to send her eyes fluttering. rafe tuts and snakes a hand down her torso into her yoga pants. the arousal clinging to her puffy folds makes him let out a hum of amusement. rafe swirls his fingers aimlessly, not caring if he’s actually hitting her most sensitive spot — just feeling what’s his. the bumping of his fingertips every other figure eight against her swollen clit creates a repeating whine in her throat. the sound starts low and vibrates through her nose.

“nnngh— ra— ahfe—“

that broken whimper of his name is electrifying. it’s all so pitiful and embarrassing and rafe’s favorite version of her.

the slick sound turns into a squelch as he dips two fingers into her awaiting hole. she’s high and the pleasure feels like it’s increased tenfold with each second his digits disappear into her. she all but melts, sinking down until he’s knuckle deep. rafe grins at the already fucked out look on her pretty face. what a dumb girl. kook!reader snaps open her eyes when she realizes he isn’t immediately curling his fingers like he always does. her furrow brow meets his shit eating smirk, a whine being revved up but silenced by his words and the rough way he shoves down the clothes restricting her bottom half.

“nah — y’gonna bounce on these fuckin’ fingers till i say stop, a’ight? and— and why don’tchu tell me more about maybank while you’re at it. go on, bunny. hop.”

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Imagine…

BAU!reader being married to Hotch but keeping her maiden name in the field to avoid assumptions and judgment. The team knows, obviously, but then a former colleague of Aaron’s from the Seattle office happens to be in town for a conference and wants to catch up over a drink. You can’t help but tease him, of course:

“Knock, knock,” you murmur, leaning against the doorway to your husband’s office. With a glance at your watch, you ask, “Y’gonna be late for your date?”

Aaron looks up at you with a frown before returning his attention to his case file and mumbling, “Not a date.”

“Mm, my apologies,” you respond with a twitch of your lips as you approach his desk. You lean your elbows on the dark wood and rest your chin in your open hands. Batting your eyelashes, you amend, “It’s a meeting betwixt old coworkers.”

Aaron rises from his chair, pressing his fists against the desk opposite you and positively towering over your smaller stature. He meets your fiery gaze with equal defiance, then leans forward to press a kiss to your lips and murmurs, “Are you our resident Reid while he’s with his mom? Who says ‘betwixt’?”

“Oh, shut up, nerd,” you taunt back between kisses of your own. “You collected coins; I played Scrabble. Now get going! Can’t leave a lady waiting for the Aaron Hotchner.”

—————

But WAIT! There’s more! Said agent gets a call while they’re out for a drink and asks Aaron and the BAU for help on a new case. Naturally, you all have to fly to Seattle together…

“Mama, you know this cabin is pressurized, right?” Derek teases with a nudge of your shoulder.

You mumble back around a sip of coffee, “Yeah, so?”

“So if you glare any harder, you’re gonna burn a hole through the jet and we’re all gonna die up here.”

Emily snorts out a laugh and you steal a Cheeto from JJ’s snack (for which you’re met with a stern, “Hey!”) to throw at her. Emily collects the offensive projectile from her lap and pops it into her mouth with a ferocious chomp in your direction, receiving an, “Oh, bite me, Prentiss,” in response.

“Just find a way to slip in that you’re married,” JJ counsels, moving the bag out of your reach to avoid further retaliation.

“Or accidentally fall into his lap. Turbulence can be nasty, you know,” Emily offers as a follow up.

“Like that?” you deadpan, jutting your chin toward the scene at the back of the jet. Aaron and Agent Brandt are over by the coffee, and she’s just steadied herself using your husband’s broad shoulder.

“Or,” Derek counteroffers, tugging at the chain around your neck that holds your wedding and engagement rings while you’re out in the field, “put this rock on and go claim your man!”

“This is dumb. I’m being dumb,” you grumble, flipping open the case file and burying your head in it. “Can we get back to talking about this sociopath and not my high school-esque jealousy?”

“What’s happening? Did I miss anything?” Garcia’s blonde curls bounce up on the monitor before your group, ready for the next installment of this evidently riveting saga.

“Nothing is happening, Pen,” you respond with a sharp look her way, “and y’all need to get out more. Watch a romcom or something if you need some angst.”

“You all completely suck,” Penelope sighs dramatically. “My cup runneth empty in my lair!”

“Then go get yourself another cappuccino, baby girl,” Derek answers smoothly with that dazzling smile of his, perched on the armrest of your seat.

You feel his presence before you hear his voice, every atom in your body suddenly on high alert and keenly aware of everything that is Aaron. “Hey.”

You look up at him with an easy smile, determined to not let your unwarranted bitterness reflect on your work. “What’s up, Hotch?”

He squats down in the aisle beside you so he’s not looming over you and brushes his knuckles across your cheek in an uncharacteristically tender touch, given your current audience. “Do you have that travel bottle of Advil? Brandt may have been overzealous with the margaritas last night.”

“Yeah, it’s… in the side pocket of my bag,” you answer, brow furrowed because he tossed it in there this morning to ward off your inevitable headaches during the coming late nights.

“You’re the best, honey,” he murmurs, standing halfway to press a kiss to your forehead before returning to his full height and going off in search of the pain killer.

“‘Overzealous with the margaritas’, huh?” Emily teases, then starts singing the viral song about just how many margaritas are needed to perform certain acts that shan’t be discussed in polite company.

From across the plane, Dave glances at Aaron who’s rummaging through the overhead luggage bin, then turns his attention to you with a knowing gaze. You avert your eyes, feeling a blush creeping across your cheeks, and settle back in your seat before flipping through the case file in front of you. “So crime scene photos would suggest we’re dealing with a disorganized killer…”

—————

But WAIT! There’s even more!

AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner

[bitchinbarzal]

Disappear | S Reid

summary: how does a child, the daughter of a federal agent go missing from a police station.

-

Spencer took his eye off her for five minutes, just to help deliver the profile.

When he got back to the room, Violet was gone. Spencer was checking everywhere for her screaming her name repeatedly, praying she was just playing games.

Everyone was searching for her, until the woman from the front desk walked in holding a letter

“Someone just dropped this off for Doctor Reid?”

He grabbed it, a little too roughly but understandable for the moment.

“Reid, what does it say?” Hotch asked from across the room.

Spencer shakily held up a pink bow, the one Violet was wearing only an hour ago “He has her”

“Who?”

“The unsub”

Spencer didn’t want to call you, it somehow made it more real. You’d left her with him for an afternoon while you were in court, it was only supposed to be a couple hours.

“How do you think Y/N is going to-“

“You lost my daughter?!” Derek was interrupted by your screaming from the bullpen, hopping off his chair

“I think that answers my question”

The team stepped out of the board room to find you storming over to Spencer’s desk, pounding on his chest, sobbing

“Spence, you better be lying! She better be in there and this is some twisted prank! I can’t lose her, we can’t lose our babygirl-“

He shoves your face into his chest, hushing you “I know, I know I’m so sorry we’re gonna get this guy”

You whimper as you pull back “Why would he take her, what does he want with her?”

He strokes your hair as he whispers “I’m gonna find out”

Days turned over as the team worked the case, constantly hitting brick walls. They couldn’t find this guy.

The team, Spencer specifically had been chasing him for days on end. Constantly showing up to locations just to be let down.

Neither yourself nor Spencer had slept since the day Violet disappeared and with everyday the two of you began to turn against one another.

“We see this with every couple who lose a child, they’re not different because they work with these cases often” Rossi explained as Garcia spilled her worries to the group.

She pouted “they’re so perfect though and, and I don’t want them to fight because we’re going to find Vi, right?”

The team all shared a silent look around the room and Penelope asked again “right?”

JJ sighed and rubbed Penelope’s arm “the first twenty four hours are the most crucial in child kidnappings. They know that. We’re on day three, it’s not unlikely they’re losing hope”

“But, but Violet was the only child-“

Before Garcia could say anything else, your shouting interrupted her. The team looked out the conference room window to find the two of you standing around your desk fighting.

“You lost her! You had one job Spencer!”

“She shouldn’t have even been there, if you had just planned your day instead of tossing her around like a toy like a real mom-“

“Oh so now I’m a bad mom?” You growled, arms crossed over your chest.

Spencer sighed “I didn’t say that, but-“

“But what Spence? But you were supposed to be watching our daughter, but he only took her because of you! He said in his note this was revenge because you shot his girlfriend!” You shouted, now prodding at his chest with every point “This is all you-“

The door to the BAU room swung open, a very disheveled intern from the front desk holding a phone up “Reid?”

“Yes?” Both of you said in unison, ultimately confusing the poor kid.

“Um there’s a little girl on the phone, she says she’s looking for her mommy at the BAU… I don’t know if it’s a prank or-“

He couldn’t finish the sentence before you grabbed the phone “Vi?”

“Mommy…” she whimpered “I got the phone”

You smiled through your tears, so relieved she was alive “You did baby, you did what we told you to. You’re such a good girl”

From a young age you’d both instilled in her what were to happen if she was taken by a stranger - morbid to some but you two had seen your fair share of horrors. Being Liaison you’d seen the countless children in your files.

You’d made her rehearse the number and to ask for the BAU. Her brain similar to her father’s made ingraining this into her somewhat easy.

Behind the phone Spencer was pulling you to the conference room and instructing Penelope to trace the call.

You put her on speaker “Violet, baby we’re all here looking for you sweetheart”

“Why hasn’t daddy found me yet? Is he coming?” She sounded so tired, so defeated.

“I’m here sweetheart, I promise I’m coming to get you” he jumped in, his voice full of emotion.

Spencer stepped back from the table, taking a second to collect himself. His little girl sounded so hurt, so sure he wasn’t coming to save her.

“Auntie Penelope is finding where you are right now baby, don’t hang up” you added, bringing to conversation back to her.

“But what if he comes back? ‘Nelope be quick”

“Don’t hang up sunshine, don’t hang up I’m working as quick as I can” she says, her eyes also full of tears. You’d always wondered why she did this job, everything getting to her.

“I can hear him” she mumbles “I gotta go”

“No!” You all yell at once, before you add “Vi baby, hide the phone but do not hang up!”

Her voice trembled “Mommy I’m scared, please-“

The line ended, the beeping sound of the disconnected call pounding in your ears.

“Got it!” Penelope’s exclamation has your knees weak, you can’t even hear the address she recites. You just follow everyone out the room and to the car.

You don’t end up in with Spencer as usual, instead you’re beside Emily as she drives.

Your knee is jerking up and down, your anxiety tick.

“We’re almost there, we are like three minutes out” she reassured you.

You bit your lip “I just want my babygirl back, I- If I lose her I lose Reid and -“

“That is not going to happen” she assured, voice stern “We heard her, she’s smart you guys have taught her well!”

By the time you had arrived the rest of the team had already entered the house, you could hear the yelling before gunshots.

You gasped, moving faster into the house. You guys found them in the basement, Reid desperately kicking in doors and yelling out Violets name.

You turned to the other corridor, the basement resembling a prison and began doing the same

“Violet?!”

Behind the second door you burst through you heard her before you saw her “Mommy!”

She was laying in the arms of a woman, the latest victim prior to Violet. She had Violet shielded from the door.

Violet threw herself across the room into your arms “You came for me!”

“I did baby, we did. We told you we’d come find you” you held her head in the crook of your neck.

She pulled back to look at the woman, now being helped by Emily “I told you they’d find us, they’re so good”

She smiled softly at Violet, even though she was visibly in pain “You’re a lucky girl”

With Violet’s head nestled in your neck again you mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the woman, a silent way of saying I know you protected my baby

Carrying Violet out into the hallway you saw Spencer, heading towards you stopping dead in his tracks when he saw Violet in your arms.

“Vi, look” you whispered, her head lifting to look at him. She smiled widely, as tired as she was.

“Daddy! You came to save me!” Spencer enclosed his arms around you both, peppering kisses all over Violets face “We’ll always come save you Angel”

There was a mutual look of relief between you both when you looked at him, finally holding your girl again.

On route to the hospital to get Violet checked out she wouldn’t stop babbling “And I wasn’t even scared!”

“You’re so strong sweet girl!” You exclaim, hand gripping her leg from the passenger seat. Your subconscious not wanting to let her go.

When she was taken into the doctors bay to be checked out, you were asked to wait outside; so she could answer some questions without parental pressure.

The second you were alone you looked at Spencer and began to cry, tears running down his cheeks already.

“I thought we lost her” he mumbled “It was all my fault”

“No! No, spence I didn’t mean that-“

“No it was! I was supposed to care for her-“ you stopped him by putting your hand over his mouth

“We’ve got our girl, we’re good parents Spence! We taught her everything she needs to know in these situations. I love you, I love Violet. We’ve got this”

You were basking in the silence together for one moment before you heard Violet yelling “Mommy come find me again!”

You chuckled “coming babygirl! As funny as this moment is with her, she’s gonna need therapy”

Spencer, so seriously replied “oh definitely I’ve already called someone”

[miguelschamp]

labyrinth

pairing: drew starkey x actress!fem!reader

summary: drew calms your anxiety at poguelandia

warnings: secret relationship, mentions of anxiety, mentions of slightly harmful coping techniques, other than that, complete and utter fluff :)

you look around at the fans surrounding you. you were at poguelandia. the event being held to promote season three of outer banks.

you were apart of the main cast. you played a teenage girl that had been apart of the pogues since the very beginning. being best friends with jj and john b first and slowly adding in pope, kie, and sarah.

to say events like this gave you anxiety would be an understatement. it was all you could think about since you heard about it from your manager.

you were so scared of doing something wrong. literally anything could ruin someone’s image when they’re in the public eye.

you had been doing well so far, but as time went on you could feel yourself becoming increasingly anxious as it set in just how many people had come to see you.

you tried mingling with madison and jonathan to hopefully clear your mind and bring your mood up, but it wasn’t working.

luckily, madison had noticed your behavior and discretely called over the one person who could help you when you got in your head like this.

drew.

you look around as some fans call your name. you give them a smile and blow them a kiss which made them erupt in screams and shouts of praise.

you chuckle softly as you turn back toward madison and jonathan. you take a deep breath as you start to pick at your hands. a habit you’ve had the majority of your life. it was also a habit that you were trying to get rid of since it only ended in small cuts and bruises littering your hands.

“hey.” you hear. you look up as someone cups their hands around yours pulling them away from each other.

“drew ?”

“hey, what’s going on ?” he asks softly

you shake your head, “nothing.”

“you sure ?” he says. you notice that he hasn’t let go of of you.

“oh my god, drew and y/n.”

“are you guys dating ?”

“we love you guys.”

you turn toward the shouts. speculations of you and drew being together have spread over the internet like wildfire since the first season of outer banks. at first, they weren’t true. you guys really were just friends, but after awhile they were.

you and drew started dating just before the release of the second season, but you two agreed that you wouldn’t post your relationship all over the internet.

seeing as most of your lives were on full display no matter how badly you wanted to avoid it, you wanted this to be just between yourselves for as long as you possibly could.

yours and drew’s relationship was more than you could ever ask for. he treated you amazingly, making you feel as if you were the only girl in the entire world.

“hey.” he says quietly. you turn to him noticing that he’s gotten a lot closer. “don’t worry about them it’s just you and me right now.”

“i don’t know what happened. i was fine and then i wasn’t.”

“that’s okay.” he nods, “you’re doing amazing.”

“no, i’m not. this is my job and i can’t even do it without feeling like my world is caving in on itself.”

“everyone deals with something, baby. trust me when i say that you’re not the only actress dealing with this. you’re doing the best you can, alright ?”

you nod slowly as you look down at your hands. he still hadn’t let go.

“you’re gonna have to let go soon so no one says anything.” you mumble, but he heard you due to how close he was.

“i don’t care.” he says. “i’m worried about you right now.”

you look up at him catching his blue eyes shining through his glasses. “i’m okay.”

as drew looks down at you, he knew you weren’t fine. you were just trying to make him feel better about your situation. so, despite what you two had agreed to, his hand cups your jaw softly.

your brows furrow, but you instinctively lean further into his hand. you’re taken aback when he leans in and places a soft kiss on your lips.

you’re too enamored by drew to hear the gasps and murmurs of the fans that saw you guys. madison and jonathan smiling at each other at you two finally being together in public.

as drew pulls away, what just happened finally dawns on you. “drew-“

“i know.” he says, “i care more about you than what people have to say about us.”

you smile softly as he rubs his thumb across your cheek. you nod to yourself as you grab his hand that had been resting on your cheek.

you lean up and place a kiss on his cheek that earns a smile from your boyfriend. as you stand in front of him, drew gushes.

“i’m never washing this cheek again.”

you giggle as he wraps his arms around you pulling him into his chest. planting a kiss on your head as you two sway together.

your worries and anxieties washing away as you’re held by the man you love. and now everyone else knew it, too.

[maybankswhore]

Hi, could you possibly write a fic about rafe/jj looking after the reader when they’re on their period? I’m on my period rn and I’m cramping so bad 😭😭

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

pairing(s): jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: you get your period and jj makes it his mission to make it as easy as possible.

You’re biggest pet peeve was being on your period. For some reason , you’d always get the worst of it. Especially the first two days.

You bled the heaviest , cramped the hardest. The whole day was just absolutely exhausting and no matter how much pain medication you took , you’d almost always end up free bleeding on the toilet for hours at a time hoping to pass the time.

Starting your period the morning you and the rest of the Pogue’s were supposed to go out surfing made your mood even worse. You had gotten a new swim suit for the day and everthing and now you had to cancel. You had texted Kiara telling her to let John B and Pope know you weren’t coming , her obviously understanding the situation. You also knew JJ would be disappointed because he wanted to start helping you learn how to surf— beings that all you did on surfing days was tan because you didn’t know how.

Finding a comfortable position in your bed , you pulled out your phone and pressed JJ’s contact. It didn’t take more than two or three rings for him to answer. “Hi , baby! Sorry I’m running late. Pope was being a shit head and wouldn’t leave work.”

You smiled lightly at Pope’s disagreement in the background.

“No , J that’s okay. I’m not feeling too good today so I’m gonna stay home.”

“Not feeling good? Are you okay? You sick? Want me to come over and bring you to the doctor?” You could hear the concern in his voice , picturing him furrowing his eyebrows at you. It made you grin a bit , hearing him so worried about you.

“I’m not sick. I started my period and you know how that goes. I’m grouchy and sad.”

“Okay so I don’t need to bring you to the doctor but I’m still coming over.”

You rolled your eyes. “JJ! You’ve been so excited to get the Pogue’s together for this. Don’t skip out just ’cus of me. I’ll be fine , I deal with it every month.”

“Sure but we can get together some other day. I’ll see you soon , baby!” He said , hanging up the phone before you even had time to open your mouth and argue.

You sighed and put your phone down , snuggling up into your comforter.

You didn’t realize you had fallen asleep until you were woken up by JJ knocking on your bedroom door , lightly saying your name. Stirring , you groaned when the pain almost immediately hit you— feeling swollen and achey.

“Sorry to wake you.” JJ frowned at himself , placing the plastic bag down on your nightstand and immediately attaching himself to your side. He knelt on the side of the bed you were on , brushing hair away from your face. He sighed at your pale complexion and tired eyes , obviously seeing the affects it was having on you. It came every month and JJ knew it was normal , it still didn’t stop him from feeling bad and worrying about you each time. “Wanna take a bath? I’ll make it extra hot.”

You grabbed his hand that was now cupping your cheek and kissed the palm tiredly , nodding. “Thanks , J.”

He was always so catering to you , on the whim , on his knees at your beck an call. It didn’t matter how much you would stomp your feet and demand him to go about worry about something else— JJ was always all about you , all of the time. And the week of your period he was extra caring and compassionate towards you. Whether he’d simply watch a sad movie with you so you could cry and let all of your emotions out , or watch a show that’d get you all riled up and heated ( secretly giggling at your angry face ) , he did it all and you appreciated it with your whole heart.

JJ pressed a soft kiss to your head as he went to run the water for you as you managed to stand yourself up and find some fresh comfortable clothes to change into , hoping to ease some of that ickness you felt.

As you went into the bathroom , JJ was sitting on the toilet seat waiting for you. His hand checking the water every couple seconds to make sure it was just right. His eyes softened as he looked at you. “I got some pads from the store. Figured you can wear them at home. I heard tampons could give you like. . . electric shock or something if you use ��em too long so I don’t want you risking it.” He proposed , motioning towards the box on the counter.

You giggled as you undressed , feeling comfortable to take your time and not rush , knowing that right now— JJ found you beautiful and all , even if you felt like you were the most bloated and disgusting creature. The look in his eyes said it all.

Sighing contently as you sinked into the bath , your eyes fluttered closed allowing the warmth to soothe your achey muscles. “You know it isn’t electric shock and that only happens if you wear it too long.” You hummed , peeking at JJ through slotted eyes.

“What happens if you fall asleep with it? Or you forget about it?” JJ listed off. “I think you should just wear those when we go to John B’s or something.”

You rolled your eyes at his over protectiveness , but you secretly loved it. Your left hand reached out to his that rested on his leg and held it tightly , rubbing a thumb over his knuckles. “Thanks for coming over. I know you were really looking forward to going surfing with everyone.”

JJ smiled at you sweetly , lifting your hand up to kiss your palm. “You’re more important.”

Lulling your head to the side , you just stared at him as he patiently waited for you. You couldn’t believe how lucky you got to have someone like JJ. He was always so caring and compassionate , giving you anything you ever needed. He supported you , encouraged you to do the things you loved and to take chances you normally wouldn’t. He’d sit on a ceramic toilet for days on end if it meant he got to spend time with you. “I really , really love you.”

“I really , really love you , my sweet girl. Once you’re finished we can go back and lay down. I have all of your favorite things and Kiara had some medicine she gave me to give to you.”

“We’re watching Taylor’s documentary on Netflix!” You clapped , rushing to bathe yourself now , excited to munch on all your favorite snacks.

JJ groaned. “That’s the third time this week.”

“Okay? Third time’s a charm!”

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

okay so i’m a huge over thinker, like my brain just doesn’t stop. lately i've been getting thoughts about my loved ones passing away, im just rlly afraid to lose the people i’m closest to. maybe something small of jj comforting the reader when she gets thoughts like that? <3

right in front of me

pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!reader

warnings: thoughts of loved ones passing, pet names

summary: after noticing your change in mood, jj steps in to comfort you.

authors note: hi love! thank you for the request :)) i’m so sorry you’re feeling like that, but i truly hope you start to feel better <33

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do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

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you were currently cuddled against his chest on the couch, watching whatever movie was playing.

you weren’t paying attention.

but then again, how could you? its like the thoughts never stopped. your mind was way too active and it never seemed to stop coming up with new negativity to leave you overthinking to the max.

you hated when it happened. it was often something new which then added to the bad thoughts as a whole.

and right now, you were at one of your lowest.

you began to think. you hadn’t checked in on your parents in a while. maybe you should? maybe you should text them right now, just incase. after all, you never really know how much time you have left with them.

maybe while you’re at it, text your aunt and uncle. you haven’t talked to them in a while. are they even okay?

the urge to grab your phone right now was beginning to eat away at you. you should really text them. what if something happens and you didn’t get to say one last ‘i love you’? maybe you can just—

“hey,” jj interrupted your thoughts, bright blue eyes searching yours. “i lost you there for a minute, sweetheart.”

oh.

what if you lose jj? what if he loses you? what if—

“what’s goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked curiously.

you just shook you head. “nothing.”

“really? cause you were zoned out for a good 5 minutes,” he replied. “c’mon, sweetheart. what’s wrong?”

you felt like you were going to cry. “you know,” you shrugged. “just same old, same old.”

he reached for the remote to pause it before wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to him. “it’s just thoughts, baby. they’re not real. you’re not gonna lose ‘em anytime soon,” he said. “and i can promise you i’m not goin’ anywhere.”’

you sighed and buried your head into his shoulder. “you don’t know that though.”

he leaned his cheek against your head. “maybe. but still, you gotta just enjoy the time you have with them now, you know, think of the memories. and i know it’s not easy, but distract yourself so you don’t have the time to think like that. besides, you know your family does the best they can to stay healthy.”

“i don’t know how to distract myself though,” you said, muffled against his shirt. “my mind just always wanders.”

“well,” he began. “i can think of a few ways to distract you.”

you smacked his chest. but then again, you couldn’t help the laugh that left your lips. “you’re so stupid.”

“i know. but that’s why you love me,” he said with a big cheesy grin.

and just like that, with your boyfriends stupid humor, you were distracted for a little.

[vampiretendencies]

for my mental wellbeing PLS PLS PLS PLS write dad to be jj again

i beg of you. i was literally in a depressive episode and reading ur last jj fic was such a pick-me up. (ps ty for that 😭)

i LOVE u & i hope ur okay love

pairing; dadtobe!jj x pregnant!fem!reader

warnings; fluff, mentions of pregnancy, throwing up, talk of feet if thats a trigger for some, suggestive

authors note; came up with this earlier. hope this helps you, even if it's a little bit.

Hell has frozen over and JJ Maybank is folding laundry.

Really, he's only doing it so he can see the small animal patterned baby socks and the wholesome footy onsies. You'd washed them in preparation, as the nursery is adorned with all things baby, and your due date is to come any day now. Creeping it's way in, however pregnancy has been somewhat of a breeze with JJ at your beck and call.

Even if you are blowing chunks in the morning, he's breaking his rest in bare skin to hold your hair and press kisses to your spine.

"S'okay baby, still so pretty.” Is something along the lines of what he typically says, unbothered by the miraculous bile that ejects from your insides— using the nearest towel to clean you up earnestly and eagerly, he couldn’t fathom his baby appearing so helpless. Carrying your limp body back to bed, in his broad, bulky arms, insisting that you rest and not move a muscle.

He is so overly passionate when it comes to soon to be family.

He’s adapting to being a father, but he’s still the same old JJ.

“Do you think babies know they’re babies?”

You sat beside him on the fluffed out couch, nose crinkled in a manner of ‘what the hell are you talking about now’. JJ awaits your answer, absentmindedly folding a small pair of new born pants. The clothes basket is about half way full now and it’s taken him an hour to simply get that done, admiring the baby clothes and dreaming of when he gets to swallow the child whole with his enamoured ways.

“What, JJ?” You sighed exasperatedly, his antics peeling beneath your skin as he’s been doing this the lot of the time being seated here. Though he’s folding laundry his finger tips still find their way to your inner thigh, squeezing at the flesh with ease. Unable to go through extended periods of time without the proximity of your fiery being.

Always touching, explains the reasoning behind you being pregnant.

“Like what if our baby thinks-“

“JJ …” he knows he’s irked those pregnant hormones a bit too far from the rolling of your eyes and the way you keep saying JJ in protest for him to ‘stop talking about something so overly stupid’. Usually there’s so much patience in your voice when a ‘J’ rolls off your tongue calling his name. “I don’t know what you’re talking about … my fuckin’ feet hurt, my head is pounding, and I feel like a Goddamn whale.”

JJ eyes bulge, gesturing his hands in a surrendering way for he knows that any little thing that agitates you in the slightest will send you over the edge— breaking closer and closer to being dilated and in a hospital room. But, he never holds it against you, acknowledging that you mean no harm, merely in aching pain every growing hour.

Kind of like a shut up while you’re ahead sort of thing.

“Sexiest Goddamn whale I've ever seen," he tries to compliment, throwing a onesie to the side, the darting of your eyes makes the mischievous smirk on his face grow all the more wider.

There's always an urge of neediness behind every smirk.

His index finger traces your cheek bone to gain your full attention rather then the slim phone in your hands, a pout is beginning to form and it's making JJ's heart burst.

"M'not in the mood J, my belly's just gonna' get in the way."

"Never, your belly would make it even better ... but that's not the route I was taking baby, let me show you, yeah?"

And you nod willingly letting him take the pain away. JJ's dropping to his knees, keeping your complaint in mind that your 'fuckin' feet hurt.' Though your eyebrows furrow, you decided not to question, wishfully hoping for his contact despite it.

Pushing the throw blanket that was in your lap to the side, he puckers his lips around your knee. Practically worshipping the legs in front of him. Peering up at you with sensuous eyes, short-lived as he molds his mouth with the skin of your calves, granting each and every inch of skin with solicitous osculating kisses. Delicate with the way his large hands hold them upright to meet his mouth. Suctioning and delving all he could possibly reach.

"Thank you for carrying our sweet baby."

His voice sent goosebumps, vibrations of his heavy voice elevating to the point of you not being unable to muster a 'you're welcome' or 'of course'. Instead, your head falls back to collide with the couch cushion, eyes closing. Relishing in every empyrean like movement your lover ignited; heaven bled through every sullen kiss.

It came to a halt and know he's kneading your feet, oh so soft, lathered thick of a vanilla musked lotion. From the big toe to the heel his knuckles massage the foot, almost melting the swelling away like clockwork.

"Feel better, baby?"

"Feels so much better, J."

[futuremrscameron]

weird girl!kook

weird girl!kook is a social outcast amongst her fellow kooks; they didn’t her strange and offputting for her macabre paintings

she loves people watching; it helps her gain inspiration for new paintings, and it’s fun. it gives her an insight on the lives of kildare’s “elite”

her parents are both artists, so she loves to joke that she never stood a chance. one of her mothers works with charcoal and the other is a sculptor so she was surrounded by the limitless potential of expression through art since before she could talk

has two ferrets named ‘asuka’ and ‘shinji’ and they’re her babies. if they’re not rolling around on her bed they’re fighting and she’s constantly having to break them up

she does not have many non artist friends and even her non artist friends are a little artsy in their own way (ie; kiara)

knew of jj before officially meeting at midsummers. she was intrigued by the party animal front he puts up in front of everyone that barely masks his cruelty

wanted to drop out of kildare private academy and focus on her art but her parents convinced her to stay and graduate so she could at least her her high school diploma and when that didn’t work, access to their art supplies

smokes like a fucking chimney. not weed mind you, though she does get her stash from the mainland, cigarettes. she says it helps her think and that it’s good for stress but really she just likes the smell

weird girl!kook finds herself inexplicably drawn to jj after their midsummers meeting. she wants to get to know him but doesn’t want to seem desperate or like a school girl with a crush but her asking around about him isn’t helping

when he corners her asks her about it, she says it’s purely artistic curiosity, he has a good face and she would like to paint him. this inflates his ego to the gods so of course she has to humble him every so often

their painting sessions are something they both end up looking forward to though admittedly they had a rocky start

“why are you naked?”

he smirks at her blatant disgust, “aren’t you gonna draw me like one of your french girls?”

she rolls her eyes and begins packing up her materials. he frowns. “woah what are you doing?”

“if you’re not gonna take this seriously you can go. i can find someone else.”

he picks up his shirt from the floor and covers his lower half. he’s in front of her in mere seconds when she turns back from pack.

he grabs her arm, “hey hey hey okay wait there’s no need for that. i’m sorry.” she looks at him, trying to gage if he’s genuine. she looks down at his hand on her arm, he lets go.

“sorry.” he scratches his head awkwardly, she takes note of this too.

“you said that already.”

his cheeks flush at her bluntness, “yeah um sorry. sorry.” his face somehow grows pinker.

“you’re good.” she unpacks her paints and looks back at him, “well get dressed we’ve got work to do.”

he grins, “yes ma’am.”

she looks down at the arm he grabbed. goosebumps

often home alone because he mothers go to the mainland to sell their art as a kid she hated it but now she’s thankful she doesn’t have to explain why the infamous jackson genrette is sneaking out her room at 8 am

surprisingly not a lightweight, jj finds out the hard way when he tries to challenge her to a drinking game. she knew he was trying to get her drunk to fuck her so of course she hustled him, pretending not to know the rules and struggle in the first round only to kick his ass in the second, third, and fourth round. she ends up carrying him back to hers

her colorful outfits and makeup makes her stand out more than anything but she refuses to change it despite the drawbacks (being perceived) it’s how she expresses herself outside of her art

she hates being the center of attention but loves receiving praise for her art, this double edged sword always strikes when she offers to paint sets and props for school plays. she ends up the talk of the school for a month before she happily goes back to being the outcast

weird!girl!kook doesn’t realize she likes jj until he pulls up to her house in his motorcycle on one of their non-meeting days. he tells her to get dressed cause he just wanted to see her. he convinces her to take him up to the roof so they can look at the stars. he points out every constellation he can find and tells her about his mom teaching him all about them. it’s the softest and most genuine she’s ever seen him

thinks rafe is weird and sketchy but understands why him and jj are friends. rafe thinks she’s weird and sketchy but knows she’s exactly jj’s type. they get along for his sake

has jj saved as ‘my muse’ in her phone. jj has her saved as ‘sexy da vinci’ before he gets serious about her and ‘eye of the beholder’ after they start dating

no one understands how or why they’re together because they’re so different and they don’t seem to like each other, at least that’s what it looks like to outsiders. they still haven’t gotten over that time she called him a dirty dog after he asked her to put her cigarette out on him while he was drunk (she did)

weird!girl!kook who hopes to leave outer banks share her art with the rest of the world and secretly hopes jj will come along

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this took me a minute cause it was not planned but as always tell me what you thought, positive or negative just keep it classy. <3

(i wonder if anyone will catch the iwtv inspo)

[princessbrunette]

I’m really bored and i’m thinking about your blog, so here’s some more animal readers for you incase you’re looking for some new ideas.

fox!reader: she’s a pouge of course, sly and cunning but she can be shy and timid like an actual fox, lowkey a kleptomaniac, been arrested several times on account of shop lifting. Loves jean skirts, and baby tees, and a pair of wedges on her feet. She’s uses tears as a weapon.

I can also see her with pouge rafe, they’re not friends exactly but they know eachother (maybe they grew up together) one day she overheard him talking about how tight money is at the moment, and so she shows up to his house with thousands of dollars in a bag and holds it out to him all sweetly like “i got this for you.” And he’s all wide eyed like “where the fuck did you get all this from?” and she’s like “it was sitting in suitcase at barry’s house and no one’s name was on it, i got it for you.” all innocently and now he’s an near hyperventilating, snapping at her “you’re gonna get both of us fucked up.” and she gets teary eyed like “but i got it for you 🥺”

She meets john b when he catches her stealing one of his chickens (like foxes do, except she doesn’t want to eat it, she wants it as a pet) She tries to hide the chicken under her shirt when he catches her, & johnb’s like “do you…have one of my chickens?” scratching his head all confused and half asleep cs its 10 in the morning, and she’s like “….no.” even as the chicken is literally freaking out under her jacket, stomps her foot when he tries to retrieve his chicken and tells him that “you don’t need them all! you already have so many!” and he just like “they’re literally mine though….” and she starts crying, until he gives her an egg. then probably runs away without saying thank you cs she’s scared he might take it back. Johnb tells everyone about it later and literally no one believes him.

or maybe even regular look rafe. She’s Always getting into trouble with him because she think “no” means “find a way to do it yourself.” it’s a slow and grueling process for him, breaking her out of her sneaky habits, i mean he literally met her when she pickpocketed him at a party she snuck her way into, (he did not like that told her “oh your ass is going to prison now.” and had to literally chase her down when she tried to make a run for it. she ended up crying and he let her go.)

met jj in an over night holding cell at the county jail, after she was picked up for…breaking and entering (in her defense she saw something shiny through the window and had to have it) jj thinks it’s cute when she tearfully confesses why she’s there, so he takes her under his wing and introduces her to the pouges (she’s instrumental in the search for gold cs she’s so smart and knows how to manipulate people into getting what she wants.)

She met pope when she quite literally walked up to him while he’s doing work for his dad, points at his shark tooth necklace and says “can i have that?” and he gives it to her cs he’s super confused and also why not, she’s cute and she looks like she might start sobbing if he says no) and then it became a thing that she asks for something of his every time she sees him, he doesn’t know what she’s doing with all his shit, but it’s fine.

she’s cute and so me, so i’ll let you decide which of the boys she would be with!

this is sooooo good !! i think moony writes a fox reader but im not sure how similar this is !!!!! i love her being a klepto and i think she works great with pogue!rafe !! both very rough n tumble but fox still has that sweetness to her n rafe very clearly doesn’t. all her interactions with the pogues are so fun too — this is a 10/10 🩷🩷

[snugglesbunny19]

Yall dont match my lever of freak when talking abt the boat scene. (Talking abt what happens in my DR rn)

1. This is just a sceneria for my DR. There Wont be comma’s correct places. I have a name not y/n. My first laungage is not english so if You dont like it dont read

2. If You dont like it after u read it quite frankly i dont give a single fuck. This is my DR not yours and i dont Care what You Think of it.

JJ knocks Rafe out and i come in Holding some food i had gotten for Rafe “oh thats where Everyone wa-“ i get cut off as JJ panicks turning around slapping me unconcious too. “What the fuck did You do?!” Pope asks looking at JJ angrily while JJ’s sister Sophie slaps his head “did You just knock out my fucking cousin?!” Juliette asks and JJ looks around before saying “I PANICKED OKAY?!”

I wake up with a pounding in my cheeks and around my eyes seeing Rafe waking up too instantly seeing his Black eye worried but also turned on, before i get to say anything Sarah comes in with some food and i stare Down at the Ground, I hadent talked to the pouges for 1 and a Half year so i guess i was pretty dumb to Think it was all just going to be the same.

“I mean what would dad say if he Saw me like This huh? And why the fuck would You guys bring her too huh? She didnt do shit and You know it, i Can get You guys locking me in here but not her.” I look up as Rafe mentions me “Rafey, its fine” i say and only then foes the attention go over to me and Rafe notices my matching Black eye “no it is-wait. Why the fuck does she have a Black Eye huh? If i find out any of You fucking pouges laks a hand on her they’re fucking dead okay?!” Rafe says looking up at Sarah “Rafe! Dont say that!” I say quickly and before Rafe gets to respond Sarah does “You, Rafe are in here because noone trusts You. And you Hailee are in here because we dont trust You wont let Rafe out AND we know you’d be sad and misserable out there with him in here. Now i have some food and some aspirin for the pain just..Call if You guys need help with eating okay?” Sarah exolains and i nod thinking its a fair point as i look Down at the food Sarah set ontop of the closed toilet lid “asprin? What You gonna throw it in our mouths like we’re seaguls?!” I giggle a little at Rafe’s comment “as i Said before. No good dead goes unpunished. I was trying to help You shits and This is what i get? Being locked up having to see my girlfriend in pain right infront of me?!” Rafe says getting more and more angry as he sees my Black eye again and i so badly want to reach out and grab his face to calm him but i cant from being tied up “baby its fine okay? Sarah just go. Rafe we have eachother thats all i need”

i tell Rafe as Sarah leaves his eyes softning as he looks at me and nods and i awkwerdly move forward using my legs and manege to kiss him as he eagerly kisses me back before pulling his head back “stupid fucking restraints. Cant even touch my Girl” Rafe mumbles as he looks me over stopping at my dress the skirt slightly bunched up from the awkwerd position making my panties show.

Rafe sees it quickly smirking “you’re such a tease, in This micro dress with You panties showing for daddy huh?...if any of thoese dirty fucking pouges Saw that im gonna pluck out their fucking eyes and feed it ro the fish.” Rafe says possesively making me Roll my eyes “You know...your Black eye looks kinda good..” i whisper and Rafe smirks leaning back a little “what was that honey i didnt hear You” Rafe lies wanting me to say it again “i Said your Black eye looks kinda good..” i say a little louder as Rafe licks his lips “oh yeah? This pussy wet just Cause i have a Black eye huh?” I shyly nod and Rafe licks over his lips getting an idea “You know...the walls arent were thick on This boat...since they locked us in here why dont we have some fun and disturb Them huh?” Rafe says moving his legs trying his Best to get me onto his lap and i giggle climbing onto him and smilling qhile nodding slowly grinding on his bulge on his pants. “I Can feel your wetness through my pants sweetie Who made You This wet huh?” Rafe asks while smirking “y-You did daddy!” I moan out and Rafe nods “fuck yeah i did. Moan louder while i try and figure out how the fuck we do This okay?” Rafe saya and i nod doing as he says while he tries to figure something out “okay, You Think You Can take my pants off with your feet baby?” Rafe asks and i nervously nod and he lifts himself up a little and i quickly take Them off “good girl, okay baby now you’re already tied up so submitting shouldent be so hard, just do as daddy says unless You wanna be fucking punished. Now come bounce on daddy’s cock” Rafe says and i moan loudly eagerly doing as he says.

I wont go into details of what we did just know, the pouges came over knockout around 6 times the first Day asking if we could quiet Down. JJ, John b and Kiara all couldent sleep the first 2 days Cause of the noises, me and Rafe lips end up both swollen and massive and when we’re almost drowing Rafe is carrying me Cause i feel asleep in the middle of it.

[alovesongtheywrote]

holy crap girl… nightmare academia, i just wanna smush them into a locked room together AHHHHH

♥ Summary: oh man, you're not the only one. in this chapter of nightmare academia, morgan and garcia hijack a prank. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: none?

♥ A/N: careful babes, the plot's getting closer

♥ Word Count: 1402

Series Masterlist

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“BABY GIRL, YOU’RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS!” Morgan exclaimed as he burst into Garcia’s Batcave.  He probably wasn’t loud enough to warrant all-caps, but he was definitely excited enough to warrant all-caps, and that’s why Garcia spun around in her chair, preemptive excitement building up inside of her.

“What is it?  Is someone dead?  Is someone pregnant?  Are you pregnant?  Am I gonna be a god-mom?  Again?”

“What?  No.  Guess who I just got off the phone with.”

“Savannah?  JJ?  Hotch?  Blake?  Reid?”

“Well, it's none of those, but you’re close enough with that last one, so I’m just gonna give it to you,” Morgan leaned in, showing Penelope his phone screen as she clapped her hands together in excitement.  Your name was the first one in the call log.

Garcia’s perfectly glossed lips popped open, “Is that-!?  Is that Spencer’s-!?”

“And are they-!?”

“They are just as perfect for him as we suspected, if not more.”

“Wh- well, why did they call, what did they want?”

“Well, first, they wanted information on the rabies case, which I thought was weird until-”

Penelope cut him off with a gasp, “He’s using horrific case facts to keep them at a distance!”

“Something like that?  Apparently, he’s using horrific case facts for quote-unquote, vengeance. The lovebirds aren't as romantic as we thought.”

"Is it a case of enemies to lovers?"

Morgan paused, raising an eyebrow, "I'm gonna need you to elaborate, baby girl."

"You know! Enemies to lovers! The romantic trope where they go from bitter enemies to the most adorable of spouses! Oh, that is right out of a rom-com!”

"Whatever you say, doll," Morgan continued, “But I'm pretty sure there aren't a lot of rom-coms that involve rabies in any capacity."

"That's because you haven't seen enough of them. Anyway, tell me more about the call! What happened next!"

"Well, initially, they told me they were a criminal justice student, but they made the mistake of using their real name.”

“What did you do!?”

“I played along with it until I asked them where they’d heard about the case- they folded fast, but I assured them that when it comes to Reid, I am the prank master.”

Garcia kept a smile on her face, even though she knew her friend was technically wrong, “I mean… technically you’re not.  He beat you with that screaming thing, on the plane.  Remember?”

“Oh yes, I remember.  I also remember that you had a lil’ something to do with that, which means, Reid cheated and I am the prank master.”

“Well, technically I am the prank mistress- but whatever, it’s all digressions, what happened next?”

“Well, I volunteered to be a part of their next prank.”

“Which is?”

“Stealing all of pretty boy’s mugs and rigging the cabinet they’re stored in to scream at him every time it opens.”

“Ah, so this is revenge for both of you.”

“Perhaps,” Morgan’s smile betrayed the truth.

“I love it.  There’s just one thing- Morgan, my lovely, do you have the technical knowledge to make that happen?”

“Well, I’ve definitely got the physical knowledge.  Cabinets are easy, the mechanical parts are all in the bag- but we do need a little assistance from you.”

“From moi?” Penelope gasped, though it sounded like she had been expecting this outcome.  Mostly because she had.

“We need a little bit of programming work that the genius won’t see coming.  So, are you in?” 

“Now that, gorgeous, sounds like a conspiracy.  I’m in.”

Garcia spun in her chair, turning back to face her monitor before immediately turning back to face Morgan, “For the record, we will be sabotaging this plan so that it backfires on both of them and makes them fall in love, oui?”

“Baby girl, would I have come to you if that wasn’t the plan?”

“You would not, and that is precisely why I love you.”

-

You did your best not to sing the Mission Impossible theme as you carried out your part of the prank.  You failed.  The theme just came out of you as you took the mugs two by two from Reid’s office and into yours.  

Once you’d stolen Reid’s horde of mugs, you set the trap in place.  You had to be incredibly careful.  Derek Morgan’s instructions had been very specific, and you followed them to the letter.  While you wouldn’t usually work with the FBI, this was a special case.  This was necessary.

And lord, was your little mechanism a beautiful one.  You gave it a quick test, closing the cabinet door before swinging it open again- once the dulcet sounds of screaming met your ears, you slammed it shut again.

You’d done so just in time.  

“Professor (L/N), I’m not sure if you’re aware, but this isn’t your office.”

“I’m not aware of anything, Reid- I mean, we’ve been over this, honey, I’m fucking stupid.  Y’know, I’m starting to worry about that eidetic memory of yours.”

“Don’t,” he stepped into the office, standing with you behind the desk, “It’s none of your concern.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, close enough that you could almost feel his breath across your lips.  If you wanted to, you could reach out and touch his chest- you could fuck with his perpetually crooked tie, but god, why would you?

It was clear that he was waiting for you to move.  When you actually did move out of his way, it shocked him.

He kept his eyes on you, watching wearily as you wandered through the small box of his office.  You examined every book and every doctorate the room had to offer- and he never stopped looking.  He expected you to say something, do something, or hurt him superficially with a mean comment or a dumb prank, but you didn’t do anything.

With his focus still on you, Reid opened the mug cabinet.

Screams filled the room.  Spencer jumped back, smacking into one of his bookshelves before sliding halfway down the wall.  He took several books down with him, knocking them to the ground as his slender fingers grasped helplessly for purchase somewhere.  

Your laughter echoed in his ears, a grating, awful, beautiful sound mixed in with the clatter of falling objects.  He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.  Adrenaline filled each and every one of his limbs.

He was going to kill you for this.  

“(L/N)!” he yelled out your name, struggling to pull himself up from his half-bent position.  You’d never heard him sound so angry- and you couldn’t stop laughing.

“Are you-” you wheezed, “Are you okay?”

“No!  Come here and help me up!”

There he was- his voice took on a higher pitch, signalling his indignation.  You walked over, offering him a hand up.  Of course, he immediately pulled you down to his level.  You both collapsed to the floor, you with a screech and Reid with a triumphant cry.  

He sat against the bookshelf, a little dishevelled but overall okay.  You just gave up, lying on the floor with your head inches from Reid’s thigh.  The mechanism in the cabinet kept screaming in the background.

“So, how’d you pull this one off?” Spencer asked, speaking over your laughter.

“Made a couple of calls.  Got in touch with the FBI.  I’d tell you more, but I’d have to kill you.”

"Wow, you contacted the FBI about me? I must really bother you, doctor."

"Not in the slightest. You're a minor nuisance at best."

“I'm sure. So, did Morgan help you with this?  Did Garcia?”

“Maybe both of them. Maybe a little bit.”

Spencer sighed, “You are all terrible.”

“I wish I could say I was sorry.”

The two of you stayed there on the ground for a moment, just listening to the sound of screaming.  Then, the sound changed- smooth saxophone emanated from the cabinet.  You recognized that melody.  Was that?  No, it couldn’t be-

“Is that Careless Whisper?”

You and Reid stayed frozen on the floor.  The voice of George Michael spilled over you, barely covering the awkward silence.  Eventually, you sat up and shut the cabinet.  The song didn’t stop.  You bit your lip, and when you spoke again it was through clenched teeth.

“Do- do your friends want us to fuck?”

“I hate to say it, but… I think they do,” he paused for a moment, “Hey, (L/N)?  Where are my mugs?”

♥ Tags: @icarusignite, @usuallyunlikelyfox, @maraudersforlife2005, @fictionalcomforts

[rafesproactiveprettygirl]

Just a little

warnings: drug use, none other than fluff, maybe a little cussing

summary: john b and jj always smoke and you hear talk about how good it feels to be high, so you ask your best friend to get high with you

WILL BE A PART 2! since reader and jj start off as friends ;)

(just to explain jj and reader have been best friends for as long as him and john b have, they’re very comfortable with each other so jj uses a lot of pet names and stuff)

part 1 || part 2

“You what?” JJ asks, jaw dropping in shock. “I wanna get high with you.” You mumble down towards the ground, playing with your fingers. He takes notice that you think he’s mad at you and quickly changes his expression. “No no baby, c’mere.” He says grabbing your hands softly and pulling you to sit next to him on John B’s couch in the chateau.

He tilted your jaw up, causing you to make eye contact with his beautiful blue eyes. “I’m not mad at you sweetheart, kay? I’m just a bit shocked, you’re too much of a good girl to wanna do something like this.” You immediately shot back with a reply. “I’m not a good girl! Gosh your making it sound like i’m some stuck up princess.” You huffed teasingly and crossed your arms.

He raised his brows at you with the slightest smirk. You sighed, “Okay maybe I am. But still! I just wanna know what it feels like, and I trust you enough to do it with me.” He finally nodded and got up to walk to John B’s room. You heard them exchange a few words before JJ came back with a bag. Inside was the joint.

You quickly became nervous as you moved yourself into and criss-crossed position. He noticed your nerves and sat down in front of you, resting his hand on your knee. “Don’t worry, I was nervous my first time too.”

“You?”

“Me.” He chuckled, taking the joint out of the bag. He held it towards your direction. “You don’t have to do anything with it yet. Just hold it and get a feel with it.” You nodded and bit your lip, gently taking the object from his hand. You observed it’s odd shape and texture, rolling it between your fingers. JJ took it from you, lit it, held it to his lips and inhaled.

He pulled it away and after a while of holding it in his lungs he blew the smoke towards your face. Your nose scrunched up at the odd smell and he couldn’t help but smile at your adorable expression.

“That’s all you have to do?” You asked. He nodded. “Pretty much. You inhale, hold it for a few seconds, and blow out.”

“Can I try now?” You ask shyly. “Course’ princess, come here just in case. Cause’ it’s gonna sting your chest a little so you’ll cough.” You scooted closer to him and he pulled you on his lap, it’s nothing he hasn’t done before. A lot of the times when you get stressed and feel like having a good cry he’ll hold you in his lap and rock you.

You sat on his thigh as your legs draped over his other thigh, his hand rested on your waist while the other held the joint between his fingers. Once situated he moved the joint closer to your lips, you got nervous all over again and looked into his eyes. He gave you a reassuring smile, you nodded and he brought it to your lips.

Shakily, you lightly inhaled and he pulled it away. You held it as long as you could but eventually it became painful and as you blew it out you coughed harshly. JJ rubbed your back, setting the joint on the nearest ash tray and grabbing the bottle of water on the floor. You took it and drank some of it, letting it sooth your chest and throat.

The effects starting happening almost immediately. Your chest felt full, almost like you couldn’t breathe, though you could. You became more relax and out of it, your eyes drooped slightly and you became a bit tired. Everything felt unreal, and it felt fucking amazing. You were buzzing with excitement and happiness, but you were also calm. Everything was fuzzy, but it wasn’t scary. You were still coughing a little, and your mouth was a bit dry.

“You still with me sweetheart?” JJ chuckled as he took another hit. He couldn’t help but laugh when you faced him, eyes red and mouth slightly agape. “I feel great J.” You smiled. Once again he took another hit, and smiled. “I can see that sweetheart, feel nice?”

You nodded. “Mhm, feels amazing J. Shoulda done this forever ago.” You smiled, leaning back against him. He smiled and finished off the joint before coming to wrap both arms around him. You don’t know what was so funny, but you giggled. You felt his chest shake and you could tell he was laughing.

“Enjoying yourself baby?” You nodded again. “l don’t want this feeling to go away.” You hear him hum in agreement as your eyes drifted shut. “Tired?”

“A little. I’m mostly comfortable. Your really comfortable to lay on JJ.” He blushed but of course you couldn’t see it. “Yeah well you’re a pretty good snuggle buddy yourself.” He whispered. “Really?” You asked, looking back up at him. “Really.” He agreed. You smiled, a big toothy grin. He grinned himself and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead, hands moving up to play with your hair.

You couldn’t help but groan. You were so relaxed and calmed, this was exactly what you needed after your busy school weak. “Seems you’ve been a little stressed out.” He pointed out. You nodded. “Dumb teacher wants me to write a twelve page essay about the importance of having a clean learning environment. Like what does that even mean?” You ask throwing your hands up.

He chuckled, and moved his hand to scratch your back. “Does sound pretty dumb.” He agreed. “I know right, like I don’t understand how writing a twelve page essay is going to help us have a clean environment? If it’s that big of a problem just organize a club to clean themselves!”

“Mhm.”

“I’m sure Kiara would join.”

“Definitely.”

“Are you even paying attention J?” You laugh looking back up at him. His eyes were half way shut. “Yeah sure baby.” You laughed and laid back against him, letting your eyes close. “Good night J.”

“Night sweetheart.”

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#SavetheWinchesters

Summary - Based on the recent campaign for #SavetheWinchesters. Jensen’s in a rough place after his project gets cancelled and his wife is by his side to help him through it.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x reader

Masterlist

A/N - I just wanted to put out an imagine for you guys for this campaign. Side note: As much as I adore the Ackles family, this work of fiction has the reader as his wife and I have not named their kids because the way I see it JJ, Arrow and Zeppelin only exist in a world with Jenneel. 

Jensen has been locked in his office for over an hour since leaving to take a quick call from the network. While you have been working on the project together it means a lot more to him than you. Plus, your kids are always a little more fussy and full-on when Jensen is home and it takes everything in you to distract them. You dread to imagine what would become of the house if you left them alone for an hour in their current hyperactive state. But when you hear the clock chime to indicate an hour has passed you start to become concerned. You know the show is hanging in the balance and the call was likely to confirm or deny your chance at a second season. You know there would be a lot to discuss either way; if they renew they’ll want to start discussing arrangements, whereas if it’s cancelled you know your husband would fight for it. Although you haven’t been a part of this side of things often, it still seems like it’s taking too long. Letting your anxiety and curiosity get the better of you, you set up the kids with a cartoon and some fruit snacks and make your way upstairs to Jensen’s office. You listen from the other side of the closed door for a minute, but when you’re met with silence you decide to knock quietly and come in, closing the door behind you.

“Hey, Baby. How’d it go?” you ask cautiously as you make your way over to your slightly dishevelled-looking husband. You can tell he’s run his hands through his long hair about a hundred times. He barely looks up as you wrap your arms around him from behind. He briefly meets your eyes in the reflection of the dark computer screen. He hasn’t been crying but you can see that he’s on the verge, sitting on the precipice between frustration, hopelessness and sadness. You kiss the top of his head. “It’s gonna be okay. I know it hurts now, but we knew this was a likely outcome. You’ll find something else. You’re a highly talented, extremely sexy man, you’ll find something-”

“I don’t want something else!” he shouts, slamming the laptop shut. He pulls away and starts to pace.

“Hey, Jen, Baby. Look at me. We’re gonna work through this.”

“I’m not ready…I can’t just let him go.”

“Dean?”

“You don’t have to,” you say as you slowly approach him, “He’ll always be with you.” You take his hands in your own and squeeze them softly. 

“It’s not enough! There’s still so much story to tell! How am I supposed to tell the cast? They’re such good actors and people and they’re just getting thrown aside to save a few bucks.”

“They’ll understand. They’re all incredibly talented too. The Winchesters just helped get them seen. They’re all gonna flourish in their careers.” He just sighs and you pull him into your arms and hug him tight. “How about we go downstairs and watch a movie with our little munchkins and try to destress? We don’t have to figure this out right this second. Give yourself time to process it and then we’ll discuss the next steps.”

When he nods slightly against your head, you pull away and pull him downstairs with you and lead him to the couch where your kids are waiting for you. They take no time distracting Jensen by climbing all over him and telling him about how they’d helped you make cookies while he was working. Smiling at the scene before you, you hurry off to the kitchen to remove said cookies from the oven. You pour out a glass of milk for each of you before transferring the ever so slightly cooled cookies onto a plate. When you return with the tray of milk and cookies they’re all snuggled together watching Sing, much to your husband’s dismay – although deep down you know he’d happily watch any movie on repeat as long as he has his family around him. You place the tray on the coffee table and take a seat at the end of the couch. While you’d love to snuggle with your kids or husband you know he needs them much more right now. By the time the credits roll, the kids are fast asleep with bellies full of milk and cookies. 

You look over and sigh, “So much for a healthy lunch.”

“We’re allowed a cheat day,” Jensen says, smiling at you from across the couch. 

“You know, that movie actually got me thinking…”

“A movie about singing and dancing animals made you have a revolution? This’ll be interesting.”

“Shut up, dumbass.”

“That’s a dollar for the swear jar.”

“They didn’t hear me.”

“You’re lucky.”

“Anyway!” You roll your eyes teasingly. “What if we start a campaign to save the Winchesters? Just hear me out. You know there’s a massive following for it, I mean they’re your excuse for leaving me every other weekend to travel to a different state or country for conventions…So, why not get them involved?”

“How would it work?”

“If we show the moneybags that there’s a following for this show then maybe someone else will pick it up. Maybe we even lean on that Amazon deal we just sealed. But for starters, we break the news and then ask those tech-savvy kids to help create a video and spread it online. We’re not the only people that love the Winchesters.”

“And you got all that from a singing gorilla?”

“Among other animals, yes.”

“You’re a genius, you know that?”

“Well, you got the looks, so I guess I gotta be the brains.”

“You got both, Sweetheart. How did I get so lucky?”

“I don’t know. I just keep waiting for the hellhounds to show up.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Early the next morning you and Jensen sit down at the island bench in the kitchen to do a group call with Meg, Drake, Jojo, and Nida. 

“Hey, guys!” you say as the video connects. You spend a few minutes sharing greetings and exciting stories about everything that’s been happening in your lives since you last saw them.

Eventually, you cut in, “So, we actually have some news and we need your help.” You look over at Jensen, squeezing his hand out of frame.

“Yeah. Uh, I got a call from the network yesterday. They’ve decided not to renew our show for a second season. I’m so sorry guys. You’re all phenomenal and deserve so much more,” Jensen says.

“Which is why, we had the idea to campaign to save it. That’s where you guys come in. We need videos and just constant engagement on social media to get the fans involved. We need to prove that we have a following and deserve to be renewed. You guys all deserve it.”

“Looks like we got work to do,” Drake cuts in.

“Yeah! We need a hashtag!” Jojo says.

You spend the next hour discussing plans to promote the hell out of the show. Jensen agrees to do his best to discuss with Amazon about the new deal, while the rest of the crew start making signs and planning the video. Once you all say your goodbyes you go about getting the content you need for the video. Firstly Jensen goes upstairs to film a heartfelt and intimate video to address the viewers while you make a simple sign with just the hashtag ‘#SavetheWinchesters’. You would speak too but you don’t want to take any time away from the real talents of the show - this is about them. 

Everything comes together really quickly and smoothly. You’re beyond impressed, proud and hopeful. As soon as the network publishes the decision you’re ready to go live with the campaign. Hit it fast and hard for maximum impact and support. You know it could be a long process but you’re just glad that your husband is more hopeful and focused for now. And if it doesn’t work, at least you can say you tried, and you’ll pick up the pieces then.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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I love your anaylsis because that makes so much sense about JJ's family and how it led to this. That's what Kiara said in the very first episode, "Just because we have money doesn't mean we are kooks." Foreshadowing. So JJ would have to come to terms that he can have tons of money but doesn't have to change to be "one" of those snob kooks lik eother guys act like they own the town and people are so beneath them, you know. JJ can use his money for good reason, use it for good cause or help his friends who need it or something. I can see him doing that because it has always shown from the very season one that he always, always thinks of others before himself. He never thinks of himself or what he needs, he only thinks of what his friends need. When John B needed help to find his father in season one, JJ didn't hesitant to help him, no question. He went out to help him find him. That is who he is. So I can see good things come out when or if he gets tons of money.

Also, I just remember, I forgot his name, you know black guy who worked for Wes? The maintenance guy? He was only one who stuck around. Notice that from the first episode, he kinda stared at Porgue and every time they showed up, he would lurk in the background and stared at them like he knew something and didn't say anything. And not to mention, he was the one who gave JJ the letter. You see, Chandler could have destroyed the letter, no question. But the fact that Wes trusted him to give it to him and he followed through it. I find it quite interesting that he kept popping up when Porgue went to visit the island. Maybe he was behind helping Larissa or Wes or found JJ when he was baby and gave him to someone who would raise him and protect him and JJ would be in good hands. Who knows? What do you think of that guy? Do you think he might be something important from this story?

Yes yes yes to all this! You explained it perfectly!

That’s why I am loving so much this story about JJ’s family and origins, they’re doing and amazing job at intertwining it with JJ’s psychology as a character and feeding into what have always been his biggest insecurities towards himself and his identity.

I also agree that the scene at the beginning was an amazing foreshadowing and although I think there’s gonna be a moment at the beginning of part 2 when he’s gonna crush down badly and probably isolate himself a little, in the end both Kie and the Pogues will be the one able to ground him and those that JJ will look at to remember who he truly is.

I think this was an amazing storyline for JJ, I know it’s a bit controversial and some people are loving it and others are hating it but honestly it exceeded my expectations in a positive way, I truly think it’s a brilliant story for JJ’s journey and to finally detach himself from the prejudices held on him and grow from it.

The Pogues are 100% his real family and the ones who raised him and made him the young man he is today, but sadly we have always seen how his blood ties and his family reputation have always weighted down on him.

I think that’s what JJ’s journey is all about, detach himself from the idea that a name and your dna define who you are or where you can go from there, which is exactly what he was always led to believe, from the Kooks and the Carreras who always said he was just like his father, from the reputation he held because of the Maybank last name, from the authorities always saying he had it in his dna to be destined for prison, even from the manipulation that Luke always put upon him with those “you’re not gonna help your father, your own blood” “I am your father, you owe me this” manipulating him into believing that he always gotta have that sense of blind loyalty towards his biological family…he sadly grew up with a lot of negative and manipulative preconceived ideas put into his brain that needs a lot to be untangled.

Everything happening right now will probably make things worse for him and confuse him even more, but it’s gonna be the ultimate breaking point for him to start processing that it’s not his name or his biological family that make him who he is, kind of like “it needs to get to the lowest of lowest before it can get up”

SORRY I STARTED RAMBLING SOOOOOOO MUCH but I tend to do that when I talk about things I love and you sparked such a beautiful conversation anon 🫶🏻

Also I’ll keep it short (yeah right) but to answer your question YES, the man working for the Genrette family DEFINITELY knows what went down and the way he moved delivering the letter to JJ behind Chandler’s back makes me believe he doesn’t have any loyalty towards him and therefore he knows he’a behind Larissa and Wes deaths…’cause I mean, NO WAY IT’S NOT CHANDLER’S FAULT!!

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JJ!! 💙💙💙

12. “I can’t believe you’re this innocent…” + Hangster for inexperienced smut prompts, please?

(And I can't believe you're doing this! 🔥💥😭)

Hope you're having a nice nice day 💕✨💖

Claude✨💕 thank you for being patient with me!!! I hope you enjoy!!

tags: firefighter au, public sex, rivals to lovers (im tired and tag better later)

rating: E

an: sorry for the mistakes im tired and will be finishing up editing this tomorrow along with the rest of the prompts. Peace and love✨💕

Jake grunts softly. His head falls back against the dugout wall as he tries to not thrust his hips into the tight grip around his cock. It’s dry and on the wrong side of too painful. He hisses quietly and shifts his weight trying to find something that soothes the heat burning through his veins. 

Bradley laughs softly. There’s an edge to it, almost condescending but not there yet. His large hand loosens just enough for pleasure to spark down Jake’s spine and pull in his groin. 

“Can’t believe you’re this innocent,” Bradley says in a rough voice. His breath ghosting over Jake’s skin as he swiped his thumb over Jake’s slit collecting the wetness pooling there. “Never been jerked off at a charity game?” 

Jake opens his eyes long enough to send him a withering look. 

“Fuck. Off.” 

Bradley smiles wide. His stupid smile shines as he shrugs. His hand working just enough to make Jake’s toes curl in his cleats. 

“Yeah?” Bradley asks. His voice light but there’s an edge to it. A hear that clings to his every breath. “Want me to drop your dick and leave you hanging?”

“Fuck. You,” Jake grunts. He reaches out and wraps his hand around Bradley’s neck and pulls him down. 

Their lips move messily together. Tongues and teeth devouring each other. Bradley grunts low in his chest and shifts his weight to better press against Jake. His hand still moving over Jake’s cock with a maddening slow pace. 

“Ever been fucked outside?” Bradley asks in a rough whisper. The low timber sends a shiver through Jake. 

His lip is raw where Bradley’s mustache has rubbed against. Jake shakes his head. Bradley leans back down and slides his tongue into Jake’s mouth. Jake moans. His fingers dig into the large expanse of Bradley’s back. 

“You gonna give it to me, big boy?” Jake asks as he pulls back. 

Bradley's smile turns wolfish. The dumb SDFD softball shirt is pulled tightly over his torso. The swell of his chest is outlined by the navy material and Jake wished he could see it. 

But it’s not like that between them. 

They blow off steam when it’s convenient or when the fire department and police force cross paths. It wasn’t easy when they first met. Both investigating a fire. They fought more than they fucked but Jake can’t think about that now. 

He should have known that it would end up like this when Bradley sauntered up to the mound with a shit eating grin on his face. Jake’s lip had curled up and Bradley smirked with a cocky batter up. 

“Yeah,” Bradley says before he slots their mouths together. His hand almost possessively curls around Jake’s neck to pull him in closer. The rough hand on Jake’s cock falls away and Jake whines at the loss. Bradley pulls back and his hazel eyes burn. “Yeah, I fucking am baby. Turn around.”

Jake doesn’t think about the name. It’s something that’s been slowly slipping out between Bradley’s lips. Sometimes when they’re tied together with Bradley’s cock so deep inside Jake that Jake doesn’t know where he ends and Bradley begins. But sometimes, more recently, it’s happening when they run into each other. When they’re both on duty and Javy and Nat share a glance. 

Jake turns. His hands plant on the rough brick as Bradley pulls down his shorts. The sound of a emergency lube packet tearing makes anticipation burn through Jake. 

The first touch of Bradley’s finger pulls a gasp from Jake. His eye flutter as he subtly pushes back. Bradley chuckles low in his throat and presses through the tight muscle. Jake moans softly. 

Bradley’s fingers always fill him up in a way that makes his toes curl. 

“How many you want?” Bradley asks. His lips press against the back of Jake’s neck. Something runs through. A warm feeling that has nothing to do with the arousal making Jakw burn all over. 

“Two,” Jake grunts out, “two and then give it to me.” 

Bradley’s lips curl up. His mustache drags up the back of Jake’s neck making sure that it’s going to burn. Jake lets his head fall forward giving Bradley more access. 

There’s no way to lie his way out of beard burn on his neck. 

“Think you can take me after only two?” Bradley whispers against Jake’s ear. His other hand reaches down and squeezes Jake’s ass. “I mean you can take a lot, baby, but only two?” 

“You worry about fucking,” Jake says through his pants. His voice breaks and he turns his head to look Bradley in the eyes. Jake slots their mouths together and slides his tongue into Bradley’s mouth. He sucks gently on Bradley’s tongue before pulling away. There’s a wrecked look on Bradley’s face and Jake preens. “And you let me worry about how much I can take.” 

Bradley’s brows raise. There’s a look of shock and awe on his face and Jake reaches back to drag his fingers over Bradley’s face. 

“Let's go, Bradshaw. Wrap up and get the party started.” 

Bradley’s smile widens. The two fingers slide out of Jake’s body. Jake shivers at the glide moving out of him and bites back the broken noise at the loss. The condom tears and Jake shifts his feet wider. He plants his hands firmly on the wall. Bradley’s hands fall away. Jake bows his head, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to focus on everything but the need clawing at him. 

He’s not going to last. He already knows this. From watching Bradley get sweaty playing softball to him messily pressing kisses against Jake’s face as he walks him back into the dugout, Jake’s been needing this. 

Bradley grips Jake’s hip as he positions himself at Jake’s entrance. His hand is sturdy and Jake hisses at the initial burn. 

Two fingers weren’t enough but Jake’s too wound up to care. 

“Need me to stop?” Bradley grunts out. His thumb drags soothingly against Jake’s hip. 

Jake shakes his head. “Nah, I got this.” 

Bradley chuckles. “I know you do, baby, I know you do.” 

Jake sets his weight and lets Bradley sink in. It’s tight, almost too tight. His body is trying to stop the large intrusion but Jake lets out sharp breaths forcing himself to relax. Bradley slides in. His words are soft against Jake but Jake doesn’t hear them. His mind is numb with the searing feeling of being filled and his legs shake. 

It’s perfect. 

Bradley bottoms out and Jake whimpers at the feeling of their bodies being locked together. Bradley’s chest against his back and hips pressing against Jake’s skin. Jake makes a low noise and Bradley shushes him gently. 

“Just a second, Jake,” Bradley says against his ear, “need a second, feel too good.” 

“Not gonna last,” Jake grunts and Bradley makes a low noise. 

“Yeah, I know I’m not,” Bradley says tightly, “but if you’d give me a second-“

“Not you, dumb ass,” Jake cuts him off, “me.”

Bradley moans. His hips try to jerk deeper but he’s already balls deep in Jake. 

“Fuck,” Bradley grunts out, “fuck, fuck, ok. Lets get it started. I’ll do better tonight.”

Jake’s moans low in his throat and his eyes roll back. 

“Let me get you off now,” Bradley continues. His hips now pulling out and thrusting shallowly into Jake’s body. “Take you home after the bar later. Lay you out, make it last then. Take my time with you. Feel every inch of you.” 

Jake moans. 

“Yeah?” Jake asks. Bradley’s body is moving rhythmically now, nice and hard with the single intent to get them off quickly. “Rush my first time outdoors just to bring me home?”

Bradley grunts. His hand tightens on Jake’s hip as he thrusts deep into Jake. 

“Can’t say shit like that,” Bradley pants, “can’t say shit like that when I’m balls deep in ya.” 

Jake moans. 

“Turns you on being a first?”

Bradley grunts roughly. His body moving roughly and Jake sinks forward arching his back. Bradley sinks deeper and they both moan. It’s too much, the slide of their bodies. Jake grunts as he reaches down and jerks himself roughly. 

“Yeah, touch yourself,” Bradley grunts out, “touch yourself and get yourself off. Show me how good you feel.”

Jake spills over with a broken noise. His cum splashes against the wall and his hand. Bradley thrusts in a few more times before he thrusts in and empties himself into the condom, buried deep in Jake. 

Jake lets his head bow forward and he sucks in a deep breath. Light kisses pepper his neck sending a shiver through him. 

“Pretty good for a first time?” Bradley asks. His breaths are still sharp but Jake can still hear a lingering insecurity in his words. 

“Best one I’ve had so far,” Jake grunts as he shifts his weight trying to get Bradley out of him.

Bradley’s lips turn into a smile and Jake sighs softly. 

“We need to get cleaned up before I arrest you for public indecency.”

Bradley barks out a laugh and pulls out and Jake doesn’t think about the empty feeling as he misses the warmth no longer pressing against him.