#house of cards x criminal minds

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Decadent Desires Ch 10

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, alcohol, semi public make out sessions, smut, threesome, fingering, oral, face sitting. Once y'all read this hopefully you'll see why it took 2 weeks to get done, a whopping almost 7k words. woof. im planning on starting the next chapter asap and focusing on this series as it is about to pick up and a shift is coming so that tends to keep my brain more into writing. Happy Friday! <3

After spending a handful of weeks exploring luxury hotels around the Washington area, Emily had sent you a text asking which one you liked the best. She had come to the conclusion that she wanted to put down a standing reservation at one location rather than continue to hop around across the city. You spent a bit of time reflecting on your experiences and finally replied with your favourite three, the Waldorf being at the utmost top. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh, one that was of slight relief as she had the exact opinions. It was just far enough away from her place to feel like a mini vacation, but still close enough to not be a hassle of a drive, the amenities were stellar, with the best food and late night menus. It didn’t hurt that it was the hotel the bureau usually held their big galas, meaning it would be more than easy enough to sneak away at any of those, or to simply have you waiting for her when she was done.

Overall, it just made things easier to have the standing reservation, you both had key cards and were graciously welcomed by concierge anytime throughout the week when you swung by. You were both able to come and go as you please instead of having to wait in the lobby or hotel bar for the other to arrive. While Emily was happy to leave things in the suite over the weekend, she was still a little bit apprehensive of leaving certain things when neither of you were there and her worries were solidified when you ran through a list of things that Heather would never leave in her suite. It may be permanently booked out, but it was a hotel, no matter how much the price tag was you never knew who else could have access. Like Emily had said earlier, a Benjamin could get you into a lot of places privately that you weren’t supposed to be in.

When the weekend finally rolled around, both of you were more than ready to indulge, barely able to keep your hands off each other Friday night, just when you thought one round was finally done it simply melted into another. Emily caught herself up in some work Saturday morning but chose to hand you a credit card and told you to go have some fun and you took the day to shop. She was rewarded that evening when you were getting ready, catching a glimpse of some very lacy lingerie before you slipped into your dress, scolding her in a teasing manner for spying.

You were sat at a semi secluded corner booth at the hotel lounge where you shared a mushroom and black truffle flatbread, scallops and a plate of oysters. Cocktails were easily flowing, with no concern of how many refills were had considering you were only planning on walking to the elevator. Not that you weren’t pacing yourselves, but there was more of a sense of letting loose this time. It was almost a celebratory evening, the bill you’d been busting your ass for, for Heather had successfully made it through two rounds of voting, and the BAU had finally caught their nationwide killer, finally leaving time for more hours at the home office.

“You know,” Emily began, her hand resting on your bare thigh, fingers tickling at your skin, “I really have to say thank you for getting Bailey off my back.”

“I take it the date went well?” You asked, leaning into her touch.

“I thought you would know?” She raised a brow and you laughed.

“I haven’t heard from the girl in three weeks.”

“Well it does certainly appear that things worked out in our favour.” She replied, leaning in close enough to steal a kiss.

“Good.” You murmured, pressing your lips to hers once more before leaning away to pick up your drink.

“Between that and catching our unsub I feel like my workload has been cut in half.” She sighed happily, sipping at her cocktail, “I don’t have to nitpick through every piece of paperwork and worry about having to redo it all after Bailey sees it. He’s actually leaving the office at clock out time and not hassling me on the weekends. It’s practically heaven.”

“Now if only you would leave the office at a reasonable time.” You teased and she laughed, a hand reaching up to play with the hair at the back of your neck, guiding you back toward her.

“That’s bold coming from someone who was still working past midnight three times this week.” Her lips brushed against yours as she spoke, yours curving up into a grin before you closed the gap and kissed her, lips moving with grace together.

“Late nights mean I get to go in late the next day.”

“Yeah?” She raised a brow, her face only inches from yours, “and how late is that?”

“Ten,” you laughed, “maybe noon if I’m lucky.”

“She works you too hard.” Emily commented with a slight frown before kissing you and you chuckled into the kiss.

“And you work yourself too hard.” Your hand found her leg, gently squeezing at her thigh, managing to get one last peck in before Emily huffed. The playful eyeroll pulled a laugh from you, she knew you were right, she couldn’t exactly clock you for something that she was way worse at.

“I guess you’ve got me there.” She replied with a small laugh and you squeezed at her leg again.

“I’m pretty sure the saying is ‘work hard, play hard’ so as long as you’re keeping a healthy balance.” You suggested with a smirk and she grinned across at you.

“It’s not like I keep you around for nothing.”

“Though, considering how much work you’ve been doing, maybe I need to up my end of the bargain.”

“Yeah?” She raised a brow, “and what exactly have you got in mind?”

Before you could figure out a full answer, the server swung by to offer another round of drinks. The two of you briefly glanced at each other before selecting a new cocktail off the menu to try. After all, this weekend really was about having some extra levels of fun.

There was a new sense of electricity in the air tonight, it was difficult to keep your hands off each other even out in the eye of the hotel lounge. Though the crowd was dwindling with each hour that passed and it wasn’t long before your server was making a round past the table, mentioning that it was last call, wondering if you wanted another round to take to your room with you or if you just wanted to settle up. The two of you immediately glanced around, realizing you were the last two people in the lounge before apologizing and saying you would settle, Emily making sure to add a more than generous tip.

Her hand caught yours as you stepped into the lobby, your fingers linking together as she let out an almost whiney sigh.

“What?” You asked, turning back to her with a laugh.

“I dunno, it just feels too early to turn in.” She replied with a frown and you glanced at your watch.

“It’s barely two…” you murmured before glancing up at her with a sparkle in your eye,” I know a few places that would still be open.”

“And still serving by the time we get there?” She asked with a small laugh.

“They let people in ‘til three, serve ‘til four thirty, even later on long weekends. Think of it as an…after hours club.”

“The kind of after hours club that promotes fraternizing?”

You chuckled softly, tugging Emily closer to you to steal a kiss, “stop thinking like a fucking fed, it’s nothing illegal. Just people socializing, having fun, making new friends, having some drinks, no drugs, scouts honour. Prestigious enough you need a membership to get in. We don’t have to go,” you shrugged, “I’m sure if we just go upstairs I can entertain you until you’re tired, you just seemed a little extra feisty tonight.”

“Speak for yourself.” She laughed back.

“So should I call a car?” You asked, your brow raised while you watched her think it over.

“Fuck it. It’s about time to have some fun and let loose.”

“That’s what I thought.” You grinned, pulling your phone from your purse to make the call.

Emily wasn’t surprised when a Dunbar car was out front of the hotel mere moments later and you spewed off a cross street to the driver who gave a knowing hum before peeling off down the street. Even in the back of the car it was nearly impossible to keep your hands off each other, your hand quickly finding her clothed thigh before hers was inching up your bare one, daring to sneak under the hem of your dress. She was certain the divider was going to have to be lifted but you were suddenly pulling into a strip mall parking lot.

“This it?” She asked, her brow furrowing.

“Best way to keep a secret, isn’t it?” You replied, a grin on your lips as you leant in to kiss the corner of her mouth, “don’t be freaked when they ID you, they’re just making sure everyone inside is safe. And if you see the President or his wife… no you didn’t.” You slunk out of the car after that, leaving Emily wide eyed before she quickly followed after you, thanking the driver before the door shut behind her.

Your hand found hers as you wandered up to the seemingly closed front door, rapping against it before it swung open and you were let inside. Just as you’d warned her, both of you had your ID’s scanned before you slid your membership card across the counter and the attendant welcomed you with a warm smile and the curtain concealing the next set of doors was opened.

It was darker than Emily had expected, coloured lights shining through the rooms, changing their patterns and pathways sporadically, not particularly strobes, but enough to keep the darkness a mystery. The walls were lined with semi circle booths, tables scattered throughout the open space with a large bar in the middle, it appeared there was a VIP area in a little loft area and she could see heavy strobe lights coming from down a short flight of stairs where the main dance floor was and a longer dark hallway that either led to staff areas or something she wasn’t sure she wanted to think about. The music was loud, bass strumming through the space, reminiscent of her days spent in various clubs around the world. She started to wonder if it was her age showing that was making her think it was entirely too loud or too many years of excessive headphone use coupled with field work damaging her ears when your hand darted out, reaching into a fishbowl on the end of the bar. Her heart leapt into her throat, for a second thinking that you’d either dumped your keys or picked up god knows what before you turned to her with a pack of earplugs between your fingers.

“They keep it abnormally loud in here.” You shouted over the music before leaning in so close your lips were brushing against her ear, “harder to eavesdrop on secrets when you’ve got to be this close.”

She laughed with a nod, opening the packet to put the earplugs in as you did the same, following you up to the bar. With the plugs in the heaviness of the bass was muffled, but she could still hear you clearly, hear herself think rather than be completely clouded by the noise. A couple of cocktails later and you were nestled into one of the smaller curved booths, Emily’s hand once again finding a home on your thigh, fingertips tickling at your skin.

Between the volume and it being her first time there, the first little bit at the club was spent doing the best people watching you could in low light and relaxing, embracing the vibe and the atmosphere. Every so often one of you would lean in to say something, earning a laugh from the other, a more private moment to steal a kiss or make a comment about someone eying their prospective date for the night. Cocktails were replenished without even having to ask, the perfect balance of fruity and strong, though you both knew those were the dangerous kind, you may not be tasting the alcohol tonight, but you’d likely be feeling it tomorrow. But in the moment, it didn’t matter, you were simply enjoying the different environment, feeling frisky and not having to worry at all about watching eyes. Emily felt more free relaxed and uninhibited that she had in years and she was fully enjoying it.

“How did you find out about this place?” She asked, her head ducked toward yours.

“Heather.” You took a sip of your drink, “and before you ask, it’s about a sixty-forty split business-pleasure for her depending on the day. I don’t come too often, it’s not really my style, plus some of the governor’s aides really don’t know how to keep their mouths shut. Doesn’t matter if you were actually talking deals, the next time they see you in the hallway it’s all smarmy grins and waggly eyebrows as if you’d taken them into the back room or something.”

“For a place with so many politicians I’m surprised you haven’t seen anyone tonight.” Emily mused and you laughed.

“Em, please, I’ve clocked at least eight people I know between the door and the bar. But since it’s just all about discretion, no one will approach unless they’re interested,” your finger tapped the bottom of her chin, your breath hot on her lips when you spoke next, “especially when I came in with someone.”

Your lips hit Emily’s with ease and she let herself relax into the kiss, her tongue easily sinking into your mouth, the sweetness of your cocktails swirling around your mouth. You shifted on your seat, a hand sliding up the side of her neck to tangle into her hair and the hand she had on your thigh slipped under the hem of your dress. You let out a soft moan into the kiss, your leg nearly draping over Emily’s knee as her hand slunk higher, finger tips daring to trace patterns on your bare skin and you retaliated by nipping at her lower lip.

“Certainly are feeling frisky tonight, aren’t you?” You asked with a tease and she playfully rolled her eyes at you before leaving a kiss on the side of your neck.

Your hand remained at the back of her head, tickling at her neck, gently playing with her hair while you fell back into the mix of small talk and observing the club. The next time you got your cocktails refilled, the server dropped them off along with two shots of top shelf tequila and a folded cocktail napkin with a pain tucked into it. Emily raised her brow in their direction, watching as your eyes flicked from the napkin out into the bar, surveying the room.

“Let me guess…” you asked, your elbow resting on the table, your chin propped in your hand, “brunette at the end of the bar?”

The server nodded with a small laugh, swiping the empty cocktail glasses from the table and wandering back through the room. Your free hand was still toying with Emily’s hair as she leant in,

“Jackie, right?”

“Mmmhmm.” You replied, turning to her to brush your lips against hers, “looks like we caught someone’s eye.” You slid the tequila shot toward her, “you ever had a threesome?”

“Not in about thirty years.” She chuckled, watching the way your head tilted, the sparkle in your eye as you picked up your tequila shot.

“Intrigued?” You asked, watching as Emily’s eyes finally left yours, looking across the club to Jackie. Her gaze flicked up and down the other woman’s body, taking in the smirk of her lips over the rim of her martini glass, a similar shot of tequila waiting in font of her. She turned back to you, a small grin breaking out on her own lips,

“Very.”

“Thought you might be.”

Looking over toward the bar you raised your shot glass, Emily doing the same beside you and you nearly laughed at the excitement that flashed over Jackie’s face as she raised her own before all three of you shot the liquor back. Glassware slid to the edge of the table you picked up the pen, scrawling your hotel name and room number across the inside of the napkin, folding it and placing it beside the empty shots before grabbing your phone. A moment later the server was back, collecting all of the items and bidding you a goodnight.

“Don’t we have to pay?” Emily asked and you laughed softly, pinching at her chin to steal a kiss.

“It’s charged to the membership card and there’s an auto grat, don’t worry. Now c’mon.”

*

Introductions were made, flirty small talk was had as hefty glasses of bubbly were handed out, the three of you all surveying the vibes in the room as you got more comfortable with each other. You didn’t shy away from physical contact, your hand lingering on the small of Emily’s back when she moved passed you first, then your fingers loosely wrapping around Jackie’s wrist as you complimented a bracelet. You were the invisible string between the two of them, the one making sure everyone was comfortable and understood the situation and dynamics that were to come with it.

Jackie watched out of the corner of her eye as you murmured something to Emily, your finger curling under her chin before you kissed her. Rather that intruding on the moment she redirected her gaze out the large window over looking the city, the Washington Monument alit in the night sky.

“It’s quite a view you’ve got up here.” She commented, pulling a soft laugh from Emily.

“What can I say?” She replied, smoothing back a piece of your hair as Jackie turned back to face you, “pretty girls deserve to look at pretty things.”

“They certainly do.” The dark haired woman smiled, closing the distance between the three of you as she moved through the room. “You know, I am curious…what is the dynamic between the two of you?” She glanced to Emily, “because you simply exude power and control, but this one..” Her finger tilted towards you, “has been known to put up a fight occasionally.”

Emily laughed, her hand sliding across your lower back, “luckily that’s not something I’ve had to worry about.” She pressed a kiss to your cheek that you leant into before raising an eyebrow at Jackie.

“Funny it should matter to you at all considering it’s a known fact you’re a bit of a pillow princess.”

Jackie’s lips twitched up into a grin as Emily hummed beside you, “huh… just here to get fucked, are you?”

“Oh I’m sure she’ll participate.” You replied, glancing toward Emily before stepping closer to the other woman, “she likes to earn her fucking, isn’t that right?” Your finger tapped Jackie’s nose, “looking all pretty down on your knees, just absolutely begging for it.”

A slight flush took over her cheeks as her eyes darkened, “so you have been listening.”

Emily’s hand slid up your back, fingers almost tangling into the roots of your hair as she stepped ahead of you, her free hand raising to tap Jackie’s chin, “don’t worry, you’ll both get what you deserve. But right now I do think there’s a little bit too much clothing involved, head to the bed and get things started.”

A small nod from both of you before Jackie’s hand was tangled with yours and you were tugging her toward the bed. Her hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you to her for a kiss, lips moving frantically against yours as you backed the rest of the way to the bed. She whined into the kiss when you nipped at her lip before sliding your tongue into her mouth and the whine drowned into a moan. Your hands slid around her shoulders, pushing down the straps of her dress, fingers finding the zipper on the back and tugging it down. The fabric loosely fell around her shoulders, the desire to keep her hands on you too strong to let it fall to the floor quite yet.

Jackie’s hands gripped at your waist, backing you the final couple of steps before your knees hit the bed and they began to wander your body. She eagerly groped at your chest, lips curving up into a grin at the soft moan you let out into the kiss. Her fingers pinched at your nipples through your dress, continuing to toy with you as your hands grabbed her hips, rolling your own against her. Satisfied that your moans had began to morph into whines one of Jackie’s hands wrapped around you, quickly pulling down the zipper of your dress and shoving it down your body. She pulled away from the kiss just far enough for her eyes to flick down, a smirk taking over her lips.

“I just knew you’d be the type to dress up for the occasion.” She murmured, her fingers toying with the lace, “such a pretty set.”

“Guarantee you it looks better on the floor.” You husked back, arms reaching behind you to undo the bra, letting it fall to the ground as you stepped out of your dress and dropped back onto the bed.

You heard Emily huff out a laugh from the corner of the suite but your eyes were on Jackie as she shimmied out of her dress and crawled over you on the bed, your head dropping back into the pillows a moment later when her mouth wrapped around your nipple. Your own hands wandered her body, pinching at her nipples, toying with the waistband of her barely there panties while she continued to suck, bite and pinch at your chest. She moaned against your skin when you palmed at her cunt, her hips grinding down into the touch, just barely starting to rock in a rhythm against your hand.

“Certainly are eager… aren’t we?” Emily’s voice broke into your thoughts and your eyes flickered open, your breath catching in your throat when you realized she was at the base of the bed, stripped down except for the strap. Your hand tangled into Jackie’s hair, pulling her off you, breathlessly stealing a kiss as you sat up and nudged her toward the end of the bed.

“I think it’s time for you to prove what a good girl you are and get on your knees for Emily.”

“That’s it angel…” Emily purred as Jackie crawled off the bed, “get my cock nice and wet.”

“Yes ma’am.” The brunette murmured, settling on her knees in front of the other woman.

She parted her lips, her tongue licking Emily from base to tip before wrapping around the silicone and sinking down inch by inch until she was completely buried in her mouth. Jackie began a steady pace, bobbing on Emily’s cock and the older woman’s hand gently wrapped into her hair.

“Good girl.”

Jackie hummed around her cock, the tip hitting the back of her throat as she gagged, saliva pooling in her mouth as she continued. Emily’s hips rocked toward her, sinking her cock deeper into her mouth as her eyes flicked up to you.

“If you’re just going to take in the show you should probably play with that pretty little pussy.”

Your cheeks heated, a blush shooting through you as if you had just been caught staring at something you weren’t allowed to see and you eagerly nodded at Emily. Adjusting on the bed so you were resting against the headboard you yanked your panties down your legs to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Emily’s fingers tightened in Jackie’s hair, pulling her off her cock with a gasp and turning her head toward the bed,

“She’s got such a pretty pussy, doesn’t she?” She asked and Jackie nodded.

“Oh, fuck yes…”

“Spread your legs princess, let her see that gorgeous cunt.”

You did as asked, your legs spread wide as your hand slunk down your body, settling between your legs where two of your fingers spread your pussy lips apart for the two of them to get a better view. Jackie let out a needy squeak, sitting further up on her knees so she could rub her thighs together and Emily didn’t let the motion go unnoticed.

“You’re allowed to touch yourself.” She cooed, dropping her hair so she could caress her cheek, pinching at her chin to redirect Jackie’s eyes back to hers, “get yourself nice and messy while you suck my cock.”

Emily’s eyes were immediately redirected back to you as you let out a low moan, two fingers sinking into your cunt as you began to lazily finger yourself. A moment later and she felt the base of the toy brush against her clit and she let out a breathy sigh, Jackie’s lips wrapped around her length yet again. The pace Jackie sucked her off matched the rhythm she was bouncing on her own fingers, with more urgency than you were fucking yourself, eager to both prove herself and get as close to her peak as she could. She began to moan around Emily, muffled and needy, drool beginning to pool in the corners of her mouth, droplets dripping down her chin while the sounds of your wetness echoed through the room. Emily groaned at the sights, her hand tugging Jackie’s hair again and the woman let the toy drop from her mouth with a gasp.

“Good girl.” Emily praised, gesturing for her to stand. As she did, Emily’s hand closed around her wrist, pulling the fingers slicked with juices to her mouth and Jackie watched with wide eyes as Emily sucked them clean. “So sweet.” She spanked at her hip, “up on the bed, you’ve earned a reward.”

Climbing onto the bed, Jackie grinned, her hands soothing up your legs, spreading them even further apart, watching the way you fingered yourself.

“Such a gorgeous cunt.” She murmured, ducking down to nip at your inner leg and you chuckled, sliding your fingers out as you shifted on the bed.

“Pretty sure you already proved yourself babe.” Pinching at her chin you pulled her to you for a kiss before glancing over her shoulder at Emily who tilted her head at you.

“C’mere.” Once you were at the foot of the bed she grasped your hips, pinching gently, nodding towards Jackie, “take care of her, but you don’t get to come yet.”

“Of course.” You nodded, smiling sweetly and she chuckled.

“Then flip over.”

It wasn’t a command as much as a warning as Emily was the one who flipped you over onto your stomach, landing with a soft oof as you adjusted yourself, legs dangling off the bed, feet braced on the floor. Smiling, Jackie crawled back closer to you, fingertips drawing patterns across your back,

“Bet you just make the prettiest sounds while you’re getting fucked, don’t you?”

Emily took the cue, the head of her spit slicked cock nudging at your entrance and you let out a whine, pulling a teasing laugh from both of the other women. In one heavy thrust, Emily’s cock was buried in your pussy and you moaned, your eyes fluttering shut until her hand spanked the curve of your ass.

“Go ahead, get her off. You’re just keeping me warm.”

With the tiniest of grumbles, your hands scrambled for Jackie’s hips, yanking her toward you and she was quick to flip onto her back, sliding half underneath you with widespread legs so her pussy was perfectly aligned with your mouth. Emily’s hands on your hips squeezed, nudging you even closer to her and the movement shifted her cock inside you, your pussy fluttering around the toy, clouding your brain just in the slightest.

Doing your best to focus your hands trailed up Jackie’s thighs, thumbs pressing against her pussy as they ran up it, spreading her lips open for you before briefly rubbing over her clit and her head fell back onto the mattress. Your tongue then followed the path your thumbs had just made, swiping through her cunt slowly, lapping up the juices already dribbling out, a small groan leaving your lips at her taste. The tip of your tongue flicked against her throbbing clit and she gasped.

“Oh fuck!” One of Jackie’s hands shot to your head, tangling into your hair as her hips began to grind against your mouth.

Your lips wrapped around her lower ones, moaning and groaning into her pussy, vibrations shooting through her, bringing her pleasure pulsing more south with each move of your mouth. Your tongue dipped into her, swirling the best you could before licking through her again, pressing harder and moving faster with each pass of your tongue.

“More…” she whined, her nails scratching at your scalp and your mouth moved up, sucking her clit into your mouth. “Fuck! Yes! Right there.”

As your lips wrapped around her throbbing nub, your tongue danced patterns across it with varying speed and pressure. Jackie’s noises became louder with each lick, her lip tugged into her mouth to help muffle the sounds. Behind you, Emily, proud of the work you were putting in slowly circled her hips, causing the toy buried inside you to move just enough to get you moaning against Jackie’s clit, pulling even more noise from the dark haired woman. Just as she was about to start begging for more, two of your fingers pressed into her opening, rubbing softly, just enough to be more than a tease and give her what she wanted.

“Oh my god…” she sighed, hips rocking down to the touch.

“That feel good sweetheart?” Emily asked her, leaning over you just enough to pinch at Jackie’s thigh, “you like it when she eats your cunt?”

“Fuck yes.” She moaned in response.

Your fingers slid in and she gasped, her back arching off the bed as your tongue pressed harder against her clit and you began to fuck her. Your fingers twirled, twisted and scissoring around in her cunt, stretching her out, teasing her just enough to have her a whining mess against the bed before your hand began to pump back and fourth. You crooked your fingers just enough and she swore, a near cry leaving her throat.

“Fuck! Right there.”

You pressed against the spot again and her thighs trembled around you and you knew she was close. A heavy groan from you muffled against her cunt as Emily circled her hips again, her cock dragging against your walls as she pinched at your hips. Your mouth popped off her with a gasp of breath as you thrust your fingers into her faster, curling with each pump and your free hand rubbed her clit.

“I know you’re close sweetheart.” You pressed down on her clit harder, “come for me.”

Ducking your mouth back down you replaced your hand with it, sucking her clit hard into your mouth as your fingers pushed into the sensitive spot in her drenched cunt. A few more pumps of your hand and Jackie was crying out, her back arching off the bed as her body tensed, orgasm rocking through her. You let up with your mouth, leaving a gentle kiss just above her clit as your fingers slowed.

“So good for us.” You purred, kissing across her thighs, “so pretty when you come.”

Your fingers slipped from her and you crawled back onto the bed, letting out a low whine when Emily’s cock slipped from your cunt. You trailed kisses up Jackie’s body while she caught her breath, finally landing with one on her lips.

“Holy fuck.” She muttered, still panting.

“Such a good girl.” You cooed, leaning down to nip at her neck, “now… are you finished or do you think you can go for on more?”

“More.” She pouted a whine leaving her lips and you chuckled.

“Yeah?” Sitting up you glanced over your shoulder to where Emily was slowly rubbing up and down the toy, “you want her cock?”

“Mmhmm.” Jackie scrambled to her knees, her eyes wide and pleading.

“Want Emily to fill up that tasty fucking pussy of yours?”

“Fuck. Please.” She looked between the two of you, eyes darting down to Emily’s cock coated in your juices, “please oh god, I need it.”

Emily chuckled, crooking two fingers at the other woman, “you can have it. But you don’t get to come until you’ve made her come, understood?”

“Yes.” Jackie practically pounced down to the end of the bed, sprawling out on her back and spreading her legs wide for Emily, her pussy still dripping with wetness.

You watched as Emily slid the tip of the toy through her folds, smearing her wetness with your remaining juices, teasing her just enough so that Jackie was out of breath again.

“Well?” she glanced from her cock up to Jackie’s face and over to you and the other woman’s hands scrambled to your waist, tugging you to her as Emily yanked her to the edge of the bed and sunk her cock into her.

Jackie let out a low moan, nearly forgetting the task at hand at the sensation of being full and stretched before her head rolled towards you, “sit on my face.”

You didn’t waste any time, quickly straddling her head and a second later her hands were clawing at your waist, tugging you right down onto her face, her tongue lapping at your pussy. Behind you, Emily set a steady pace, her hips thrusting into Jackie with precision and skill, watching at the way you started to grind down onto her face. As much as you had wanted to watch Jackie come undone on the other woman’s cock you were utterly lost in your own world as she started to eat you out, your pussy throbbing around nothing as pleasure began to shoot through you.

“Oh my god…” you groaned, your head falling back as you hands began to wander you own body, aching for something to latch onto as Jackie’s lips wrapped around your clit. “Fuck!”

Each time Emily circled her hips, or began to toy with the other woman’s clit, Jackie’s moans got louder and longer, vibrating right into your cunt. Her nose would brush against your clit, rubbing at it as her tongue explored as much of your dripping pussy as she could. Your hands pinched at your nipples, rolling them between your fingers as you rode her face, matching the pace that Emily was fucking her. Jackie’s tongue flicked at your clit again and you gasped.

“Fuck.”

“That’s it.” Emily husked from behind you, thrusting harder into her, “she likes that, keep going.”

Jackie’s mouth latched around your clit and you shuddered, your thighs trembling around her head and you could almost feel her lips curving up into a smirk. Her hand snuck between your legs, sinking two fingers into you, curling immediately and you moaned, this one louder than the last.

“Keep that up and you’ll make her come.” Emily urged, and Jackie didn’t waste a single second.

Her tongue pressed harder, dancing its patterns faster as her hand began to move quicker, her free hand gripped your waist so tight you knew there would be marks tomorrow. She pulled you down so tight onto her face if you’d been thinking straight you would have been worried about suffocating her but all you could think about was the way your pussy was clenching around her fingers, how her hot mouth felt on your cunt and the noises of Emily fucking her harder and faster with each time you ground down onto her face.

“Oh my god…oh my god…” you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to be able to stay upright, your hips jolting as pleasure soared through your body.  Your hands scrambled to catch yourself on the mattress, clawing at the bedspread as Jackie continued to hold you down, her fingers fucking into you faster as what you thought was your oncoming orgasm suddenly resurged up again, building even higher and hotter under your skin until she sucked on your clit again and you cried out, thighs shaking around her head.

Your entire body shuddering you were finally able to break free from her grasp, collapsing down onto the bed beside her with your chest heaving as she panted, a sly grin on her lips as she was more than satisfied with her work.

“That’s it sweet girl.” Emily praised, her hands soothing up Jackie’s thighs as the other woman was able to fully focus on her pleasure.

“Fuck…harder… please.”

Emily’s hips rocked forward, a particularly sharp thrust that had Jackie gasping for air and you chuckled softly, rolling onto your stomach to cage her into the bed. Your lips caught hers, tongue dipping into her mouth to suck your own juices off her tongue, swallowing down each others moans. Giving her a chance to breathe, your mouth made its way down her neck, sucking and biting into the crook of it while she let out more noises.

“God,” Emily groaned, “you look so fucking good taking my cock. Such a pretty girl.”

Jackie could do nothing but whine in response, her senses on fire at the multiple touches against her skin. Your free hand quickly sunk between her legs, beginning to play with her clit in the same speed Emily was fucking her, alternating between pressing hard or rubbing softly.

“Can feel you trembling baby.” You murmured into her neck before biting down hard and she groaned, her hips launching up off the bed. “You gonna come for us? Let us see how fucking hot you look?”

“Fuck.” She muttered, “s-close.”

“Mmhmm.” Your tongue swiped at the already darkening mark on her skin before sucking at it again and she whimpered.

Emily’s hand was suddenly on top of yours, pressing down even harder against Jackie’s clit, urging you to rub faster and she circled her hips again. The small circle along with the combined pressure of both of your hands was all it took for Jackie to be crying out, her body shaking as it jolted off the bed and she hit her peak. Your hand softly trailed up her body as you gently kissed across her skin, finger tips drawing patterns while she panted.

“That’s it…” you cooed, “so good for us.”

“Such a pretty girl.” Emily murmured, her hips slowing and she fully sunk into Jackie one last time, holding there for a moment, “takes it so well even from two at once.”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded, placing a gentle kiss on her collarbone, “kinda gives me ideas.”

“Really?” Jackie asked breathlessly, her eyes cracking open, a small smirk on her lips.

“Ones I just know you’d like.” You teased, leaning over her with a grin and when Emily pulled out you capture her lips in a kiss, muffling the whine.

Emily disappeared into the bathroom for a minute, no doubt cleaning off the toy leaving it to dry and freshening up, coming back a few moments later wrapped in a fuzzy robe. Opening the mini fridge she picked out a few bottles of water, passing them over to you to take a few sips.

“Christ…” Jackie muttered with a small laugh, “that was not how I expected my night to end.”

“Not expected maybe, but it was what you were hoping for.” You laughed back.

“I told myself I would stay for one drink, just happened to be a lucky one.” She retorted, “I was there for business. Speaking of,” lifting her wrist to check her watch she let out a sigh, pushing up to sitting, “I’ve got an early meeting, I need to get going.” Slipping off the bed, she quickly redressed herself, scooping up her purse before leaning over the bed, leaving a kiss on your lips, “I’ll see you.”

“Mmhm.”

Crossing to Emily she left a kiss on her cheek, “thanks. Here’s hoping to running into you again.”

“Only time will tell.” She smirked, watching as the other woman vanished from the hotel room.

You let out a sigh, finally sitting up from the bed, groaning as you stretched out your body before disappearing into the bathroom. In the short time it took you to freshen up, remove your make up and brush your teeth Emily had ridden herself of the robe, opting to slip under the sheets naked instead. She was about to pick up the remote when you spoke,

“You know… something doesn’t totally feel fair.” You stated as you climbed back into the bed.

“What? That she just gets to leave?”

“No.” You laughed and she caught the devilish gleam in your eye, “you didn’t get come…”

Your hands were on her hips before she even realized it, letting out a quiet shriek as you flipped her onto her back with a wicked grin on your lips. Though there was no time to even think about protesting, your mouth and hands were on her before she could even think, eagerly and very energetically repaying her for all of the pleasure she’d given out that night.

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[sapphosclosefriend]

Fuck marry kill:

Natasha Romanoff, Emily prentiss, and that other woman from the criminal law and order type show u like that I’m sorry idk the name I looked thru ur profile and got so confused but anyways u know who (I hope)

And yes there IS a wrong answer🫵🏼👀

BITCH????? HOW DARE YOU!!! YOU'RE EVIIIIILLLLLLL 😡

Because I wanna suffer even more, for the third option I'm gonna go with MY woman....Heather Dunbar from House of Cards 🙂‍↕️ my bae my mommy

Now, my answer would typically change based on my current hyperfixation BUT I could never not MARRY my boo, my love, my baby Natasha Romanoff 👏 that's just never gonna change I'm sorry she literally owns me 🤗 now FUCK?? I'm sorry Em but I gotta go with Heather fucking Dunbar like I just can't help but viscerally need that woman to **** ** **** ********, **** ** **, **** ** ****** *** ****, ***** **, **** ** ****** ** ****- ok I'm gonna stop now 🧎‍♀️ and last I'm gonna KILL Emily Prentiss🙈 but just because she notoriously comes back to life so I don't have to worry about my milf leaving anytime soon 🫶

I hope you had fun making me suffer 🫵😡 I'll hear from you soon...

[servicpop]

flowers for a little someone ♡ valentines special callahan ( detective oc ) x bttm m reader

NSFW⠀ⓘ⠀you're on house arrest but in his house , alastair (oc) mention , choking , degradation , phone call interruption , i wanted to make this freaky for valentines . . . so slightly cringey

Walking into his office on Valentines day was like if a mortuary celebrated Halloween; completely out of place for what they did. Red banners were haphazardly thrown over the walls and windows. The decorations had little to no cohesion, just oddly placed in the hopes it represented Valentines enough for people to notice and move on.

Callahan pushed through and ducked underneath ribbons and lace dangling from the ceiling to get to his office. It was a reserved space just for him—previously a small library room—in an attempt to persuade him to stay with the agency.

Sinking down on his slightly worn office chair, Callahan sighed, circling his temples with his index finger as he tried to soothe the oncoming headache. Seeing all the hearts and blindingly vibrant decorations made his head reel more than it already was. Red was a harsh, headache-inducing color, though he didn't particularly mind the soft pink elements of the cupid posters and occasional lace.

Before he could get up to brew himself a morning cup of black coffee, three sharp knocks were delivered to the door of his office. Callahan didn't even move and the man was already walking inside.

“Flowers for you sir,” A man with platinum dyed hair with a dark undercut and silver rimmed glasses chimed in with a bundle of roses in his right arm. He pushed his glasses up his nose bridge before striding over to Callahan's table and placing them down on the wood.

“From who...?” Callahan eyed the officer with a narrowed look.

“Not sure. A blonde lady if I saw correctly,” Alastair shrugged, reaching over to flip the card attached to the bouquet towards Callahan's prying eyes. It had a woman he's never heard the name of before neatly scribbled on it.

“Right,” Callahan curtly nodded, glaring down at the bunch of roses carefully placed together by a commissioned florist. The petals had a sultry red color, encased with black paper to deepen the natural tint of the flower. Tulips would've been better, or perhaps peonies in a gentle pastel.

“It's fitting,” Alastair smiles, “It's all dark and brooding—just like you.” He's waving his hands around like he's physically picturing and comparing Callahan with the roses. When he doesn't reply, Alastair flashes a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his neck as he speaks up for the silence, “No? Too much? Okay.” He backs up to the door and slips out without further conversation.

Callahan stares back down at the flowers; he had no use for it, though one thought stopped him from chucking the roses out into the trash.

Walking out of his office, he spotted Alastair again, casually chatting with a co-worker of his with a cup of milky coffee in his palms. With everyone in the building, Alastair was the one man who would drop his work in a futile attempt to impress his superior. And Callahan planned to use that.

“I'm taking my break early today, if anyone needs me, don't call; I won't pick up.”

Callahan had to brace himself for a second, pushing the door of his home open before scanning the open area for any signs of the little thief he had locked down in house arrest. He found you calmly nestled within the fortress of the pillows and blankets you'd pulled from his closets, on the couch with a cheesy 2000's Valentines movie playing.

He had to suppress the urge to call out 'I'm home,' since it was instinct to do so when someone else was home. You weren't meant to be his roommate let alone a friend. You were a criminal he'd swore to keep his eyes on.

His footsteps were heavy—a sign that he had come home if you couldn't hear the door unlock—as he loomed over the back of the couch, staring down at the crown of your head.

“Enjoy.” He tossed the bouquet of roses onto your blanketed lap carelessly, watching as you bring it up into your hands to get a better look at it. There's a strange feeling in his gut seeing you appreciate something he's brought home, like a cat hauling a dead rat onto its owner's porch. He'd only play it off as accomplishment to giving something a better use. Nothing more than that.

“It's pretty.” He can hear the smile in your voice and it pushes him to roll his eyes. “Thought you didn't like red roses though.” You tilt your head back to look at him, but you're met with narrowed eyes and a slight scowl to his face.

“I don't. That's why I gave them to you,” he scoffed, circling the couch before taking a seat a few pillows away from you.

“Why'd you come home so early?” You turn your attention away from the movie to him, gauging his reaction.

The question struck him like lightning, and his whole body tensed up. There was no other reason why he came home early than to give you the flowers, to see your facial expression change from the most insignificant gesture—in his eyes.

“You ask too many questions, brat,” He sighed, relaxing his body into the comfort of the couch as he spread his arms across the back, just shy of reaching you. His gaze is fixed straight before a slight rustling catches his attention.

From the corner of his eyes, he can see you look up at him, then back down to the roses, then back up again to flutter your eyelashes. His eyebrows knit together as he tries to decipher your looks before it dawns on him.

“Fuck, fine, I'll let it slide just 'cause its Valentines day.” He groans as he snatches the bouquet from your hands and treads toward his bedroom door, expecting you to follow him.

Callahan's got you laying flat on your stomach while he's standing on the edge of the bed between your parted legs. Both of your clothes discarded onto the floor, rumpled from the rough handling. He leans over your body to reach over the neglected bouquet to the side of you on his bed.

Callahan's fingers hook under the perfectly tied ribbon, undoing it with a simple movement. The flowers fall apart on his bed, scattering as the ribbon holding them together comes undone.

His palm slides under your chin, lifting your head up as he folds the red satin over your nape and around to the front column of your throat. His hands are surprisingly experienced with tying a bow, securing it just above your Adam's apple.

“This romantic enough for you?” He bites out, fingers curling along the ribbon at the back of your neck before he tugs at it. It strains against your neck, forcing your head to tilt back.

“You've got rose petals, a nice house to stay in, a pretty ribbon around your neck, and a fucking great guy to take care of you.” It's a sarcastic jab at himself, knowing how he's defying all his moral codes just for you—and it doesn't feel wrong at all.

He holds you there, observing how you just take it with no complaints, and that scarily turns him on more than he'd want to admit.

Callahan finally releases you, letting you catch your breath for about one good second before he's stuffing himself into you, sliding his thick ridge past that tight ring of muscle. He groans like he's restraining himself from liking it as his hand instinctively grips the ribbon—not pulling it yet.

He's holding you like he's gripping a saddle, and he plans to ride out his high for tonight.

He leans over your back just slightly to drag himself—even if just a centimetre more—deeper as he pushes until his own body slaps against yours. Callahan can feel you fluttering around him, stretching and adapting to his girth as he gently rocks himself forward to speed up the process.

When he assumes you've adapted enough, Callahan pulls out just enough that his tip is still keeping your hole stretched and open for him. He leans back to get a good view of your body connecting with his, gripping and groping the plush flesh of the back of your thighs before he spits on his dick and shoves it back into you.

The sudden intrusion has you yelping into the pillow, nails clawing at his pure white sheets, threatening to rake scratch marks all over them.

He pounds into you, the slick sound of lube and his spit mixing together while he's fucking an imprint into your walls. You feel every thick vein pulsing with need and it makes your legs tremble with each thrust.

“Don't act like you haven't been sleeping around like this before I caught you,” he grunted, giving you a sharp tug to the band around your neck. “But shit if those bastards aren't lucky,” you can't pick up what he's muttering under his breath from the obscene sound of wet slapping and creaking.

You'd protest if you're teeth weren't clamped down around the fluff of Callahan's pillow. The constant slide of his girth dragging along your walls makes you squirm like its ticklish.

Your neck is lightly throbbing from the pressure of the ribbon, but it's in a way that's sickly enjoyable. Not to mention your own cock is rubbing against Callahan's sheets, adding to the mind-numbing stimulation.

“You're quiet today. Where's that mouthy boy I know?” He says it as if he's gently cooing to a dog or a pet, but to you, its a sardonic mock. Callahan grips the satin like a rein, jerking your head up to let all those filthy noises spill from your lips.

His balls draw heavy with the burden of pleasure seeing you arched so much alike to a cat. One hand grips the spot where your waist meets you hips, and he digs his fingers deep enough for crescents to form. With the way you're whining out in esctasy, it tells him that he's found your prostate, and he's actively bumping it every time he thrusts.

There's a sharp vibrating sound that comes from Callahan's phone on the night stand and his screen lights up blue with the words 'Glasses police officer' on it. Callahan mentally curses out that son of a bitch, especially since he was explicit when asking him not to call.

“What?” He growls out into the phone, slotting it between his ear and a hiked up shoulder as he continues to roll his hips back and forth into you. He hears your whine and how you're turning your head to look back at him but he just pushes your face back down, not wanting to deal with your dejected look because he's diverting the tiniest bit of attention away from you.

“When are you coming back to work? You've got a few important paperwork you need to fill out,” Alastair's voice was like nails on a chalkboard right now, especially when that static sound coming from his phone was drowning out your cute moans.

“Do you think doing this will make me want to come back?”

“No... But sir I—”

Callahan's mind is pulled away from the phone call for a minute as he discries the small trembling of your torso, and how eagerly you're pushing back against him like you're trying to encourage him deeper.

“He's about to cum,” He voices his thoughts shamelessly to the officer on the other line, “I'm not coming back 'till tomorrow.”

There's an air of silence from Alastair's part before he speaks up with a flustered and almost out of breath voice, “He's– Who? What—?”

Before anymore questions were thrown at Callahan, he hangs up and tosses his phone to a random corner of the bed, turning his full attention to you. More so to the slight jolting movements you're doing and the breathless and elonged moan you're sobbing into the pillow.

“Jesus christ,” He draws out; the sharp shock of his orgasm comes without warning from watching you lose yourself, and he's overbrimming you with his pleasure. No matter how hard you're squirming or twitching, Callahan holds you down with his hands, pushing down at your neck and the base of your spine, keeping you still as he pumps his generation into you.

Callahan pushes his hair back as he lets out a content sigh—as content as he could physically make himself sound.

“Who was that?” Your voice was so small and hoarse it almost made Callahan feel bad for making you scream your lungs out. Almost.

“Just go to sleep, I don't need your jealous whining,” he huffed, carefully taking off the ribbon from your neck and absent-mindedly rubbing your neck to soothe the pain he inflicted out of instinct.

You held your tongue just so he wouldn't notice he was doing it.

a / n ; hopefully this wasn't too freaky . . . m'not good at hard-core stuff T T , divider credits –> @/roseraris

[yourfatherlucifer]

| 𝒮𝑒𝓁𝒻𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 | Chapter One

Mafia!Ot8!Ateez x Female!Reader

Summary: After losing everything through gambling, your father's debts to the Ateez Mafia have resulted in you becoming their property. With no other family left, you are now at the mercy of these dangerous criminals due to your father's reckless actions.

Warnings for this chapter: Slight Parental Abuse, kidnapping, mental breakdown, MDNI

My Thankful Help: @potatomountain @kitten4sannie @rems-writing

WC: 1.7k

AU: Mafia

Nets: @othersideoutlawsnetwork

AN: This chapter is under 2k because as I said, the first chapter would be short.

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“Dad, please, this is all I have left!” Y/N’s dad didn’t care, he snatched the few bills she clenched in her palms, then shoved her to the floor.

“I don’t care. I need it more, you brat.”

Her father left her on the cold hard floor without another thought as he exited her home.

This all started five years ago, when her mother died and her father became a huge gambling addict. Every bit of death insurance money that was left for their daughter was stolen by the father for excessive spending.

Whatever, his ass can forget it.

Y/N had to return to work if she wanted to keep her home, rent and bills were definitely no joke. With a sigh and groan, she grabbed her apron and hat. As much as she hated her customers, she had a good job. It paid well and gave her a nice home: small, but nice. The best part is that it’s away from her fathers run down house.

Oh the family home..it used to be so beautiful. Y/N’s mother always kept it so extravagant and beautiful, her father actually built it for her mother. Alas, once she died, Y/N’s dad let it fall into disrepair. Holes in the floor, broken windows, no working appliances. It truly was just, not hospitable in any way shape or form.

The walk to the car was miserable, with her pockets robbed of the last cash she had, her bank account stripped clean of its currency. Y/N hated her father in these final minutes to her car, “Piece of shit, hate his ass.”

Her car struggled to start, pissing her off even more. Her hands smacked against the steering wheel and she let out an agonizing scream. Tears streamed down her face that signified her further frustration. Why? Why not was her life like this? Y/N stepped out of her car with a slam of the door. Bus transposition it is. She could only count on the money she made tonight to make it back home. Her bus card only had enough for one ride.

Y/N grabbed her coat before heading back outside to the bus station, it better not be packed. Her day was already shitty and she didn’t need to be jostled around by people on the way to work.

The moment she stepped onto the bus and scanned her card, only then could she breathe a sigh of relief. There was no one on the bus which gave her momentary tranquility. A peaceful silence if you must.

After the jostling bus ride and arriving to work, Y/N prepared for a long day ahead of her. Hopefully having no shitty customers and ending the day with a good pay.

She needs it.

About six hours later, she was clocked out of work with some cash in her pocket, she had made about one hundred and twenty four dollars. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get her home and maybe something ordered to eat. Tomorrow's payment would have to go to rent no matter what. She absolutely cannot afford to be homeless.

It had turned dark outside on the way home which she didn’t mind but alas, men. She never had to worry about that but she still worried regardless.

With her home in sight, she let out another sigh of relief and stepped inside. Why was it so dark? She knows she left the lights on. She was sure she left them on. Y/N was about to bolt when hands grabbed her and the lights turned on.

Three men resided in her home entrance and she panicked, “Who the hell are you people and why are you in my home?” She tried her hardest to break away from the man’s hold, she couldn’t see what they looked like and that scared her.

A short one with orange hair pushed himself off the couch with a frown, “You’re not Mark..” His face grew cold, “Might I ask who you are instead?”

Y/N could only scowl before giving in, “I’m his daughter. What do you want with my father?”

“Well, you see, he owes us a hefty bit of money. He listed this place as his home but he’s not here. Do you know where he is?” He came face to face with the girl as he scanned her body up and down. Quite the specimen indeed, he thought.

Y/N shook her head, “Why the hell would I know where that deadbeat is? He’s nothing but trouble and continues to steal my money.”

This made the man laugh, the others stiffening.

“Oh, yeah, sounds just like him.” He thought for a moment before nodding to himself, “Well, guess we’re gonna have to take you instead! Maybe we can lure him out with you.”

Before she could protest and scream for help, something was bashed against her head and she fell to the floor in a blackout.

Time flew by quickly.

The moment she woke up, she realized she was in a cell, her body wrapped in a tight rope and her legs barred together tightly.

Y/N began to cry, of course her father would get her in this situation. What a dickweed.

A light quickly flashed into the dark room, someone stepped in.

“Oh, good. You’re awake.” The voice was monotone, “Captain wants to see you.” The sounds of keys jingling rattled her ears, swearing she had a concussion.

She was quickly yanked up and taken outside of the cell, “Do not attempt to flee, I will just shove you back in there with nothing to eat.”

Y/N gave in and let him take her upstairs. She was astonished by his beauty once they reached the light. No, no, do not think that way, she thought to herself. She was kidnapped.

She was taken to a room that was secluded from the rest, chandeliers lining the hallway as she walked, well, was forced down. Still, a beautiful place that astonished her.

Once she was shoved into the room and the door slammed behind her, only then could she look up from where she fell.

The other man stood up from his seat and helped her stand up, “I told you to be gentle, Jongho. Follow my orders next time or you know damn well what happens.”

“Yes, Hongjoong, sir, I’m sorry.” The voice spoke from behind the girl.

This guy was the boss?

“I’m Hongjoong, I’m the leader of ateez and you’re in our home. You can thank your father for that.” Hongjoong gently brought Y/N to a seat and sat her down, sending shivers down her spine.

“What do I have to do with my father? He’s not going to rescue me. He only cares about his money.” He didn’t like those words but quickly gathered his cool.

“No matter, fathers always come back if they want to escape our wrath.” Hongjoong cleared his throat before he stood up once more, “You’ll be staying with us until he makes an appearance or pays us back.”

She knew neither was going to happen. She’d be stuck here forever until the day she died.

Tears lined her eyes as she tried to fight them back, “Then you should just kill me.”

Hongjoong laughed in such a maniacal way that it scared Y/N, “I won’t be doing that either, you’re too pretty to kill. I like you.” He wasn’t sending any red flags but still, he scared Y/N.

“Fine.”

“Good girl. Jongho, take her to the room I had prepared and have the maids clean her up and feed her.” With a wave of his hand, Y/N was back to being yanked around, “Be gentle, dammit!” His fist smacked against the desk and Jongho was frightened once more, being more careful than he had before.

When the two of them were out of sight, Jongho was harsh once again, “I don’t like you. I don’t see why Captain has such an interest in you, I would’ve just killed you if I was in his position.”

Y/N couldn’t say anything, she was too scared, too afraid to die in all honesty. She could only wonder what would happen to her home, her job, everything she had. Would she just be reported as missing? What would happen? Would anyone even care?

“You’ll be staying in here.” She was shoved into a room once again but maids rushed to her this time, helping her to the bed, almost as if they were also afraid of Hongjoong.

She didn’t blame them.

Y/N didn’t even fight back, she let them undress her, too hollow of shell at the moment. They led her to a prepared bath, it was..big. Too big.

They helped her inside and began washing her body before she shouted, “I can do it myself, thank you.” The maids didn’t scamper off unfortunately.

“We’re so sorry, but Mr Kim wants us doing this. We have to.” They spoke with such a frightening tone, almost as if they were gonna get their heads chopped off on a stand.

They scrubbed her body with such ease and care, not wanting to hurt the girl. Too scared to do so. Then again, they haven’t had another girl in the house in so long. It was nice.

Once they were done, they had her step out, drying and dressing her in a gown. Something she normally would never wear, alas she has no choice unfortunately. If this is what the man wanted her to wear then so be it.

The several maids took their leave for a moment and Y/N took that as her chance to escape. She bolted out of the bathroom, out of the room, then into the hallway. Her heavy breaths carried her in a panic, but what she didn’t expect was to run in a hard chest.

Y/N screamed in defeat as they grabbed her tight. She recognized the hold as the person who captured her home.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” The voice snickered in such a mimicking tone, “Mm, captain is gonna love to hear about this.”

Y/N stared up into his eyes, yet another beautiful man and this one was definitely tall.

“You do look delicious.” However, he shrugged and dragged her back into the room, “I’m Mingi, though, next time you try to escape, I won’t be so lenient.” The door was slammed as Mingi left her in the cold and dark room once more.

Y/N could only cry as she came to the conclusion she was never leaving this place.

Ever.

[aliensunderstoodmyzombiebites]

Morning Glow — Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader!Personal Assistant AU

It’s a warm morning in Southern California & you’re Matthew’s assistant, preparing him for an appearance in LA. Except there are a few outshining & bare complications while getting out of bed.

pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader!Personal Assistant AU genre: raunchy will they won't they content warnings: no y/n, celebrity x assistant, denial of feelings, nudity, teasy gubler, reader is flustered af, IDIOTS who don’t realize they're in love, reader calls Matthew “Matt” & "Mr. Gubler" (when attempting to be profesh) btw!  a/n: first fic on here + in a while!! lets goooo :00 i take requests! i am vv new to the criminal minds fandom as well, so expect more content sooonnnn w/c: 2.9k

You’ve been Matthew’s assistant for years now. He had hired you in the peak of his Criminal Minds days, and he’s been attached to your hip since. As much as the “assistant” label weighed on, between you and Matthew, you both knew who was the real boss. Don’t get it twisted, Matthew was a smart guy, but around a pretty face like yours, he was a playful dope and a tease. 

The two of you were staying at his house in SoCal. He had purchased the property to have a stable place to stay when visiting LA. The Gubler family was rumored to be old money. However, you never knew the truth, as his assistant, you only knew the celebrity side of Matthew. Never had he dragged you to an aunt’s Christmas or Thanksgiving. Although he’s definitely thought of it, he never followed through.

His Los Angeles house was filled with all his Hollywood paraphernalia, gifted props reminiscent of old projects, and his halls were decorated with thrifted photo frames filled with old co-stars & signatures from admired bigwigs. 68 Kill, Criminal Minds, 500 Days of Summer, fricken Alvin & the Chipmunks. You name it and he’d have at least one knick-knack from it lying in this humble abode. Not to mention the only clothes in this house were fancy appearance wear & costumes stolen from wardrobe. 

If you think that’s much, imagine what the collector’s main apartment is back home in New York. And you were the lucky duck who had to carry everything from the thrift back up into the elevator. Matthew loved the obscure, antique, and bizarre. And when the two of you were at a vintage thrift store, he was the equivalent of a teenage girl with daddy’s credit card at the mall. 

Ready to spend, locked and loaded. 

It was the morning, you knew Matthew’s travel routine & made coffee for him to soothe the jet lag. You knew how he liked it, drowning in sugar and doused with coconut creamer. You knocked on his door and walked in with your planner under your arm and the ruby red mug, his coffee overly sweet just like him.

“Your coffee, Mr. Gubler.”

Matthew sat up, the blanket covering his chest as he stretched. He groaned before slowly opening his eyes, the sunlight crept through the blinds. He tried to rub the sleepiness from his eyes, attempting to wake up. He looked up to see you standing there with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of you.

"Do you always have to call me that?”, he grinned, his voice sounded deep and gravelly from just waking up. 

“Yes, now drink up, we have a busy day today.” He sat up with the blanket wrapped around his torso, he grabbed the coffee, and grazed your soft hands. He leaned in towards the ruby ceramic. Love at first sip. He clicked his tongue and let out a hum. The taste of your coffee had graced his mouth yet again; it was always his favorite part of the morning, especially when flying out. No matter what, your coffee tasted like home, and the delight of coconut melted his tongue. 

"This is exactly what I needed, thank you so much, you’re an angel.” He called you that from day one, you were his little miracle maker. Sometimes when Matthew was alone, he’d ponder on how lucky he was to find someone like you… an assistant that was. He sighed in admiration,

“What would I do without you?" You were taken a back a bit, surprised by his tone, pink tint flushed your cheeks. 

“Your biggest appointment for today is the pilot reading for Einstein. Let's say we get- I mean, you get brunch?” His comment had thrown you off your libido. Subconsciously, your mind had drifted to your other (*) feelings for Matthew. You continued to stumble about a nearby cafe toward the beach, praying he wouldn’t have noticed a thing. Soon after realizing your awkward mini spiral, you shut up and froze, hoping Gubler hadn’t seen your stammers, shaky palms, and sweat drops.

He raised an eyebrow and paused, a smirk quickly growing at the corner of his mouth. He noticed the fumble in your demeanor, but didn't say anything about it. In fact, it was almost endearing, in a way. It was cute to see you blunder over such a small mistake. He held you to such a high standard, it was rare yet adorable to see you in such a soft light. 

"Sounds perfect to me." As he beamed, you couldn’t help but notice a small glimpse of sunshine slipping from underneath the blanket. Matthew’s toned golden skin shone, and you couldn’t help but stare. 

Matthew noticed you’d gone silent. You’d dropped the planner on the bed and he was confused for a bit. As he traced down the direction of your eyes, he noticed what you were staring at, he chuckled softly, dragging a hint of morning gravel still in his throat. He shifted under the bedcovers, the blanket slipped even lower, “accidentally” revealing more of his golden skin and bare torso. Wanting to mess with you, he slightly turned towards the nightstand, placing his torso and shockingly ripped arm out for you on display. He put his coffee next to his lamp, dropping his jaw ever so slightly like a pin-up girl, eyeing you up and down, assuring you’d look at him. He watched your gaze rake over him for a moment, he enjoyed the attention.

“See something you like?” The words escaped from his mouth like smoke. He didn’t think; he put no thought into how that’d make you feel. Oh no, were you gonna think he’s weird? It's 8 am, Matthew, think!

 In the back of his head, he panicked. That was until he realized you were still standing there in awe. Apparently, for you, between now and filming on set, unveiling himself was far more different. While filming, you two were with a team of professionals and visionaries, Matthew’s actions constantly directed. The gleaming feast before you was all natural and secluded for your eyes only.

Alone, only for you, together. Just you and the Greek god Apollo, apparently? Matthew’s physique led you to believe he was sculpted by the heavens or an imported Greek statue. With how frozen in awe you were, you could be considered a statue too!

Matthew always had a habit of flirting with you. He had a habit of flirting with everyone, and you knew that. But between him, you were different. Every smirk, every tease, every compliment, every ‘dat ass’ line had truth behind. And although you were standing bestowed to his eyes, there were many days he wouldn't stop staring at you back. He typically assumed any and all of your advances were feeding his delusions. That you didn’t like him back and he was imagining things. He hadn’t realized you felt the same way. 

You still stood awkward an tall, not letting a single one escape. Matthew, waiting, pushed himself up further the bed, adjusting his sitting position, and the blanket slipped down even more. He leaned against the headboard, his bare chest on full display, and gave you a lopsided grin. 

GOD you were PANICKING. In his mind he didn’t know what else to do but he smiled and showed off what he knew you liked. Another one-liner mine ticked off in his head with no recollection.

"You're staring, dear." he muttered. 

Something in your head snapped. You stiffened; you were not going to play games with your employer. Matthew had been stringing you along since day one, and you weren’t going to let that chiseled torso or those hams for arms distract you. Even if the sun graced his skin, outlining each and every curve on his invigorating body.  

You took a breath in “I am not every other actor and model in your life, Matthew. We don't have time for games, I don't have time for games. If you'll excuse me, we are on the clock.” You point at the time.

His smile faded as you spoke, decompressing his playful manner. Like every guy around a pretty face, he was a dope around you, a flirtatious idiot who couldn’t pick up a cue or hint. But now he could tell you meant business, you cared for him but most importantly you were doing your job.

"I-I-I am sorry," he said, held his hands up and lifted the blanket right back to his chest. "I was just messing with you. I didn't think you'd take it so seriously."

You smirked at the loop hole in his sentence, “What makes you think I’m not serious about my job, Mr. Gubler” you playfully pushed.

Matthew grinned, welcoming back the you he was used to, he leaned back against the headboard again and took another sip of his coffee. "Oh, I know you're serious about your job. You're damn good at it, too. But I just didn't think you'd take my little joke this seriously."

Joke? Staring you down, flashing you his Greek god physique, that’s what he considers a joke? Deep down, you had the strongest feelings for Matthew, but you’d never make an advance; you were professional, and at every time it seemed he showed interest, he played you the next second.  Just once, what you would do to get a bite of that man sculpted by the Gods. For how quirky he was, he was 10 times more beautiful, and for how beautiful he was, he was 10 times more confusing. 

Little did you know, Matthew felt heavy for you as well, and wanted more than just a bite. 

Matthew still couldn’t help but admire you, even after you had scolded him. Many times he’d watch your eyes roam (especially over his body), your hair glooming onto your silhouette, the way you’d fidget with your hands and necklace when you were bored or nervous. He could watch you forever, especially now.

“...Well… are you gonna get up?”, you reminded.

He pushed out a breath resembling a laugh. Again, he was caught daydreaming, still lounging in bed while you were ready to start the day.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting up. Give me a minute." 

He pushed the blankets aside and swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing up and stretching his arms above his head, letting out a low grunt as he did so.

Your eyes widened, as it drew down to the structure of his waist.

 “Matt… you're not wearing any-”

He looked down at his own body, realizing what you were referring to. His eyes widened slightly, quickly grabbing the blanket with his right hand. His nervous grip slipped it over a few times.

"Oh. So, I'm not!" he clawed at the air, barely juggling the fabric. He struggled to grab it until he finally caught it with his left hand. He immediately covered his crotch. 

Underneath your surprised expression, poked out a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of your mouth As Matthew tried to catch his breath, he grew suspicious of your amusement. 

"Like what you see?" he teased, his voice low. Matthew classically straight-frowned his mouth, waving awkwardly.

He noticed your eyes being glued to his bare chest, your gaze still lingering, now at his lower body.

Matthew blushed, raking his free hand through his hair, tousling the already messy locks out of embarrassment. 

You dramatically signed, “You know my answer would get me fired, Matt.” 

"Oh, I'm fully aware. But that doesn't stop me from asking, does it?"

He chuckled, crossing his arms resting the blanket on his shoulders, swallowing his body. He leaned against the dresser with a smirk.

“Matt..” Matthews's breath caught in his chest as you couldn’t help but step closer, “You know... exactly what's going on in my head”, you pouted giving him those puppy eyes he always fell for. The two of you get so close you’re practically pinning him against the dresser. One more move and you two would practically be making out.

His arms fell to his sides, blanket still wrapped while his hands gripped the edge of the dresser behind him. 

His heart rate quickened as you got closer, the space between you both practically disappearing.

Gripping the dresser in anticipation, he swallowed hard, his eyes locked onto yours. His gaze flickered down to your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

You had him in the palm of your hand. You slowly glanced to your black button-up, and started to pop a button. Barring your eyes, you smirked. 

“Like what you see, Matt”

His soul practically left his body at the heavenly sight, that was until you yelled sike and reminded him of the day ahead. You turned to grab the planner you left on the bed but heard a bump behind you. 

Matthew accidentally knocked the half full mug that still laid on the dresser. He quickly apologized to the inanimate object, trying to catch it mid-fall. 

In an attempt to grab the coffee cup from behind him, there you got a face full of Gubler ass. The embarrassment & flusteredness didn’t help at all. 

You left the room, grabbed a towel and an extra pair of jeans. When you walked backed in you were awkwardly greeted by a naked Matthew using a coffee stained blanket as a loincloth. 

You placed the jeans on the bed and started to giggle. You turned around as he let out a thank you. Popular to contrary belief, this wasn’t the first time this event very happened; you two were used to it by now and both loved joking around. 

“Goddammit, you are such a tease, you know that?" he shouted, hopping into the other pant leg. “I swear, you’re gonna be the death of me!” 

“Not if you’re mine first!” you grinned. 

He shook his head, you always knew how to keep him on his toes, he both loved and hated you for it. 

He zipped his fly and walked towards you, you didn’t notice as you were flipping the planner pages, checking his schedule for the next month. You heard his chuckle erupt from the back of your neck. It was so unexpected, he gave you butterflies. 

“You’re something else, you know that?” He leaned towards your left ear, “One of these days I’m going to make you pay, just you wait” a smile laced his mouth. 

You groaned. While he was focused on his "revenge", you were focused on getting him out on time. “We can go over that during brunch! Let’s go”, you jumped.

He held you up, “Wait a minute, let me get dressed.” 

You sat on the bed waiting for him as he scrounged through the damp dresser. When you lifted your head up from the planner, you saw him buttoning a black long sleeve, similar to yours. 

“Are you serious? The last time we matched, the press thought we were dating” 

With no hesitation, he responded, “So? Last time you said you liked the rumors.”

You denied it, just like you always denied your feelings for him. He grabbed your hand, anyway. Smiling at you, and admiring your everything. You two quickly ran out the door to bicker over brunch.

[covetyou]

egg hunt

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: oral sex (m! receiving), balls, questionable use of sex toys, semi-public blowjobs, eggs, Joel is a giant bunny, feelings, misunderstandings leading to angst. word count: 5.9k summary: Catching Joel dressed as a giant rabbit in your backyard wasn't on your bingo card for things to happen to you this year. But, what waits for you beneath the bunny suit, and in his basket, aren't the only surprises you'll have tonight.

A/N: truth be told I find eggs genuinely, criminally funny in every possible way, as well as disgusting, so happy Easter!

These egg things are hilarious, but also not nearly as fun as they seem, though if I'd had the genius idea to stick 'em on some balls I imagine I would've had a much better time tbh.

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You almost don't notice, too busy shoving your cup harshly against the ice dispenser before taking a long, deep, gulp of the cold liquid. But then you see it, and it's not the shock of cold to your esophagus that makes your eyes widen, spluttering icy water before sucking in a desperate breath.

No. It's the ghostly white figure rummaging around in your backyard on all fours.

You duck down just as it stands, holding on tightly to the counter edge with both hands, before crawling to the backdoor to check it's locked, keeping you safely inside away from whatever this thing was. But, just as you reach for the latch, the creature stands on two legs, stretching back with two thick arms on its waist.

The figure is broad, and tall, and... dressed in what appears to be a giant bunny onesie. Even with it's head covered in a white hood, bunny ears flapping as the creature bends and moves, you know what it is. Who it is. You'd recognize those shoulders just about anywhere, and no one else would pull something like this at 9pm on a Sunday.

It had been weeks since you last saw him, but you can't say that was a surprise - what you had wasn't exactly a regular thing, if it could be called a thing at all. That doesn't mean you hadn't been hoping for it, counting down the days to the next holiday in hopes you'd see him again - There was no denying your disappointment St. Patrick's day came and went with no sign of a leprechaun and a pot of gold. Now, he was finally here, dressed head to toe in a bunny suit, doing fuck knows what to your lawn.

"The fucker..."

Unlocking the door, you slink out into the night, sliding it closed behind you before creeping across the yard. This was new, getting to be the one to surprise him. He may have been in your yard, but with each soft step of your foot on the grass it looked like you were finally going to one up him.

But then he turns around, looking toward the house and seemingly straight through you for a moment...

Before his eyes focus on you in the dark, and everything in his hands goes tumbling to the ground as he practically leaps out of his bunny suit.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ."

"We've got to stop meeting like this," you say watching Joel's giant bunny ears flap in the air with his movement as he bends, reaching down to the grass to pick up the basket he dropped.

"You half scared the shit outta me, what're you doin' out here?" he grumbles as he rights himself.

"What are you doing out here? It's my yard. You Bunny Joel this time?" you joke, crossing your arms over your chest in a not-so-smooth attempt to cover yourself. Getting properly dressed had been the last thing on your mind when you stumbled down the stairs, legs still jelly and head still fuzzy from post-orgasm bliss. The only thought that registered was how damn thirsty you were as you tugged a worn, old shirt over your head and made your way to the kitchen. It wasn't cool enough to blame the temperature shift on your quickly puckering nipples, and you didn't feel like explaining where your panties were or why your thighs were simultaneously sticky and slippery. You're just grateful you put on anything at all, and at the very least it was long enough to cover your ass.

Joel smirks, your fruitless attempt at modesty not going unnoticed. "Ain't no regular bunny, darlin'. I'm the Easter Bunny."

"And the difference is...?"

"Eggs."

You laugh, folding yourself over a little as you giggle into the night. The whole get up really is ridiculous enough on its own, yet here you are discussing the nuances of being a giant bunny with a man more fond of playing dress up than anyone else you'd ever met.

"Eggs?"

You spot them as soon as the word leaves your mouth - four colorful eggs sat neatly in his basket, and another nestled into your flowerbed. Only, they don't look like normal eggs at all. Squinting in the dark, the yard lit only by shitty solar lights you'd bought online last summer, you can make out the neat patterns swirled all over them. This was not the handiwork of some enthusiastic child dying eggs for Easter - they looked professionally painted. Joel shakes the basket at you as you continue to squint at it, and you realise not a single one has cracked or broken, even after being dropped on the floor.

"What are they? Egg shaped bouncy balls?"

"Got some balls right here if you're really that interested," he jokes, looking obscene as he waggles his eyebrows at you beneath the hood of the bunny onesie. "Here, they're just these... things. My brother got 'em for me as a joke, it's a long story."

He passes you one of the eggs, the surface smooth and cool in your hand. There's writing on it that you can just about make out, but you still have no clue what you're holding as you turn it around in your palm.

Sensing your confusion, Joel offers a choice gesture, as he explains that they're for "Y'know."

It clicks. Well, sort of. You know for sure then that they're not something you could sneak away for some solo playtime, like with the plug he dutifully left on by your bedside so many weeks ago but maybe, like the contraptions Joel had strapped over his balls your last two encounters, you could enjoy them together.

"Wait, so... you're giving me a thing for anatomy I don't even have?"

"No it's not like that, I just thought - I, well, shit."

"I'm just fuckin' with you, Bunny Joel. Though giving me a gift that's really a gift for yourself is a bit of a dick move."

"Ain't a dick move if you like 'em, sweetheart. And it's Easter Bunny Joel," he corrects with a wink, smiling at you as he drops the basket on the ground to pull at his neck tie. The man looks good in pink, you think, as he fiddles with the floppy satin.

"Y'know, Easter Bunny Joel doesn't quite roll off the tongue."

"Don't it?"

"Nope," you say with a pop, pinching the material of Joel's Bunny onesie to feel the fabric between your finger tips as your roll the egg across the palm of your other hand. "Think you need a better name than that."

"Okay, I'll bite. What you got in mind?"

You're walking your fingers down his chest now, dancing them in a criss-cross pattern across the fastenings at the front of the suit until you reach his hip and slowly you drag the tips of your fingers closer to his crotch until you're cupping his bulge. You wouldn't say he's entirely flaccid, there's certainly something there, but the length of him still feels pliable beneath your hand as you stroke over the front of his costume.

"I was thinking... Flopsy," you say with a squeeze of your palm against his cock, biting back a laugh when you hear him hiss a breath of night air through his teeth.

"Real funny."

"What? If you're committed to the bit, I can be too," and before he can protest you slip the fingers of your free hand between the fastenings on the front of his suit. You can feel his skin underneath, hot and sticky, trapped beneath the synthetic fabric of the bunny costume. At the very least, he's topless under there, and eager to find out more, you quickly yank at the front, grinning devilishly at Joel as the fabric pops open slightly.

"You really wanna be gettin' into this out here?"

"You scared, Flopsy?" you say, with another squeeze to his now much harder cock. "That side is up for sale, and Janet is out of town until Tuesday. No one's seeing anything. Unless you're scared someone might hear something... but I guess you'll just have to keep quiet."

"F- you're gonna be the death of me, darlin'," he mutters, pulling at his pink tie so it hangs loosely around his neck, giving him better movement to look down at your hand where it strokes his cock over the soft plush of the rabbit costume.

You tug again at the suit and with a rapid pop pop pop, the remaining fastenings hiding his chest from you pull open, revealing him to you and... he's a mess. From the neck down he's covered in streaks of paint, multicolored blooms splattered across him, dusting his ribs like a rainbow of bruises.

"Kid had some powder paint stuff - y'know that festival of color thing? Well, kid had some left after a party with a friend from school... had a little fight in the yard earlier before I dropped her back with her mom for the week," he explains quickly, rubbing a hand nervously against his chest and smearing the splattered rainbow there. You make a mental note, adding has a kid to the very short list of confirmed facts you know about Joel. It's not exactly a surprise revelation, all things considered - the costumes had to come from somewhere, and most grown men don't just have fairy wings and toy bows and arrows lying around.

"Well, Flopsy, you make a mighty fine canvas, but I think I might need a hand with this."

The egg you'd been turning in your hand is deposited back into his grasp just as you tug him forward giving him a peck on the chin and you look expectantly up at him. Joel knows he shouldn't pull you toward him and kiss you out here, he thinks he knows that the expectant look is nothing to do with kissing him and everything to do with the egg in his hand, but he does anyway. Slotting his mouth against yours, he pulls you into his chest, the sweat of his skin transfering blotches of paint from his chest to your old shirt. But you don't care, holding yourself tighter to him, pushing your fingers underneath his hood to card them through his hair. Joel groans into your mouth when your fingertips rub at his scalp. You're in half a mind to call him such a good bunny but the air, and the thought, is knocked out of you the next second when he presses a hand against your ass, pulling you further into him so he can grind his hardened length against your lower belly.

It's been far too long since someone held you against them like this, and far too long since Joel had had someone like you in his arms. As he kisses and kisses you, you're starting to feel more and more insane, and maybe you are - maybe accepting this man into your home with such regularity is the mark of insanity, some kind of as-of-yet undiscovered syndrome that's going to be named after you.

Eventually, you muster the strength to pull away, slapping a hand gently to his chest and nodding down to the egg gripped in his fist. You're eager to see it in action, even if you still can't quite picture what it is.

"C'mon, open it for me. Gotta properly thank the Easter Bunny for bringing me Easter eggs."

Joel slips the wrapper of the egg, something you never could've figured out on your own without decent lighting to guide your way, and presses a thumb into the side of it, popping the top off the egg in one smooth movement.

Before he can hand it to you, you slip down to your knees, bare shins resting against the cool, damp grass. It's a beautiful clear night, no trace of the moon in sight just yet, but the glimmer of stars sparkling relentlessly overhead regardless. You hadn't noticed how hot you'd gotten, but being around Joel always seemed to do this to you. Your cheeks felt hot, your heart beat faster, and your head felt slightly dizzy - the result of it emptying itself of all thoughts except the ones that made you make questionable decisions it seemed. Of course, this time the heat wasn't just from proximity, but from that damned fabric of his costume, the synthetic fibers making you feel sweaty as you held onto him. The grass beneath you is a welcome relief against your warm skin, sending the fine hairs on your body prickling at the sensation.

"This how you say thank you to everyone? On your knees?"

"It's how I say thank you to giant bunnies, Joel," you quip back, pressing a kiss to the softness of his belly. You litter a string of kisses down the trail of hair until you reach the boundary of the bunny suit. Whether he's commando or you have another layer to get through, you don't yet know, but you waste no time finding out. With the hook of your finger and a final swift pull, the last fastenings burst open, revealing Joel's heavy length straining against the front of his boxers. Where his tip tents the fabric, a darker patch blooms, turning the gray practically black with precum.

In your dreams, and there had been many of them, it didn't go like this. Dream you rarely went three rounds with themselves before Joel popped up to come fuck her brains out. Dream you was clever. And, as good as your solo session this evening was, you can't help but have a little regret for ruining yourself before the surprise main event. It was like eating a big meal right before someone suggested getting pizza. You could (and damn well would) eat pizza, but you couldn't enjoy it the same way. Pizza or Joel, you were going to savor it as best you could.

"Such a tease, Flopsy," you murmur as you kiss across his covered cock, nuzzling your face into it and watching in glee as his hand grips the opened egg that little bit tighter. Your fingers are pulling again, this time tugging down at his waistband. Joel is in half a mind to rid the egg of its shell and use the damn thing as a stress ball. It had been too long since last time, and since he last came two fucking days ago, to be seeing you on your knees for him in that flimsy t-shirt. It felt like a gift from the heavens and divine retribution wrapped up in one you shaped package.

As you pull his cock from the confines of his boxers, feeling the deep pulse of the blood in his veins as you wrap your fingers around him, you can't believe your luck at getting to see it in the flesh again. As brilliantly as your mind can concoct the image of it, the reality of it is so much better than any fantasy. Before you let yourself get lost in it, you reach for Joel's hand, grabbing the egg back from him and watching the top fall to the ground and roll across your lawn.

"It stretches. Goes over and you just - uh - stroke with it I guess."

The inside is far from what you expected. You almost find it gross, the translucent white interior far squishier than you expected that it'd be bordering on slimey if it was wet too. Joel laughs down at you, seeing your face as you try to work out what the fuck you're holding, pulling it free from the rest of the shell and seeing a hole stuffed with a plastic tube. You can see what he means now, and you let a soft oh fall from your lips as you tug the tube filled with a sachet of lube from the middle of the toy. You feel inside, running your fingers over soft ridges, and you can only imagine how nice it must feel sliding wetly up and down a cock and, not for the first time in your life, you wish you could experience it yourself. But, the next best thing is right in front of you, and that'll have to do.

"These feel good?" you ask, his eyes turning glassy as you examine the inside of the stroker while your hand still tugs slowly up and down his cock.

Joel sighs deeply, nodding down at you, the obscene bunny ears still flopping on his head with each movement. "S'good. Nothin' like the real deal but, yeah. Feel nice."

Gripping Joel's cock in your fist, you begin to stroke gently up and down, sliding his foreskin back and forth until he's steely hard beneath your palm. The solar lights are starting to dim, their charge from the day already running out, but you can still see the dusky red tip, and the blue of the vein that runs down his shaft. You squish the toy in your other hand, the temptation to taste too strong to just leave all the fun to the squishy silicone. So, you press a delicate kiss right to the tip.

"Oh fuck," Joel hisses.

"Missed it," you confess on your knees with another kiss.

"Yeah? Well, s'all yours." Mine.

"Really? Your bunny wife not going to chase me out of my own yard?"

"Know damn well I ain't got a wife, I ain't the cheatin' kind, darlin', don't you worry."

And that admission alone sends your aching cunt throbbing between your legs, wishing even more desperately now that you weren't completely wrecked and oversensitive from your ill-timed playtime upstairs.

"Good," is all you say before taking his head in your mouth with a swirl of your tongue, a satisfied moan vibrating against his tip as you taste him properly for the first time in 4 months. "I've been thinking about doing this."

"Yeah? Been thinking about sucking my cock?"

"Mhm."

"Shit."

A simple continuous swirl of your tongue and small bob of your head was apparently enough to have him gripping his hands into tight fists, clearly fighting some internal demons to keep himself from coming so soon. Your mind absolutely fizzes with it, that this man wants you, likes what you do to him so much that you can have such an affect on him. And when you suck lightly, his head tips back so far the hood slides back off his head. All you can see is the underside of his jaw from where you look up from your knees, and when looks back down at you with heavy eyes, he looks the most normal you've ever seen him. He's not Santa, nor Cupid, and the costume that had rendered him Bunny Joel just a second ago instead drapes around him like nothing more than a soft, white coat.

"Thought about you tasting you," you mutter between mouthing at his cock, slicking his entire length with your saliva. "Having you come in my mouth. On my face."

Joel groans again, much louder this time and you can't help but laugh, mouth pressed to his balls, at his feeble attempt at silence. You press the tip of your finger, egg still clutched in your fist, to his dribbling slit, and drag a tooth grazing kiss across his sensitive ball skin as you silence him with a whisper.

"Shh, Flopsy. You don't want us to get caught."

"Fuckin' Flopsy, I should -"

But you don't hear what he should do, because you engulf his tip with your mouth once again and Joel finds himself speechless as you immediately slide your lips further down his slicked length with ease. You work him in your mouth, sucking him as you move up and down. He can't stop moaning, he doesn't even try. He should, he thinks. You deserve better than getting caught in your backyard doing something like this, but all he can think about each time you move your tongue just like that is how fucking good your mouth feels.

He feels like he's going to come. Your hand is massaging gently over his balls, your mouth working his cock to a near frenzy, and he is absolutely, one hundred percent sure he's going to come. You know he's almost there. If the groaning wasn't enough, the tightening in his balls and the twitching of his cock were a clear sign he was about to blow.

Then you stop.

Just like that, your mouth is gone. Your hands too. And he's having to force himself to look down at you where you stare in awe at the stroker in your hands, glistening with lube you'd poured into it as he bit his lip and fought off coming, untouched, into the breeze.

You want to use it on him, to listen to him groan as you stroke him with the soft silicone, and watch his every move as you work him over the edge. And his cock, as if calling to you like some kind of siren of the sea, beckons you in, accepting an offering of one last kiss before you raise the stroker.

"It's so stretchy," you gasp, as you slide the toy over the tip of Joel's cock. You can pull it almost all the way down the length of him. You make a few experimental twists and jerks, before settling into a slow rhythm, teasing him just as you'd teased yourself and dragged out your own orgasm upstairs.

It's interesting. Slipperier than your own hand, easier than your own mouth, but not quite the same as either. You can't feel him like this, and you certainly can't taste him.

"Do you like it?" you ask, and Joel doesn't quite know what to answer. He does like it - he likes having your hands on him any way he can get it, but he can't feel you in the same way like this. And it's definitely not as good as your mouth, or any other hole of yours he's fucked.

There's just enough light to see his face give a noncommittal twitch and you're peeling the toy off of him, sucking his tip back into your mouth quickly, moaning as the taste of him hits your tongue.

"Good, because I prefer it like this too."

"Fuck, yeah."

Now though, you have a lubed up, saggy egg in your hand and nowhere to put it. Until an absolutely inspired idea hits you square in the face and you're grinning with Joel's cock in your mouth.

He barely sees the fiendish look in your eye, just notices as you pull off him again, and he could scream. Then, something smooth and cold coats his balls. Your fingers are cradling him delicately, thumb and forefinger stretching open the toy until with a gentle wiggle, his balls are encased in the squishy silicone. And holy fuck, is it like nothing he's ever felt.

"Don't think that's how you use it, darlin'. But, shit, it's good," he gasps as you gently massage his balls through the toy. It's like having a soft cool mouth encasing his entire ballsack, while your actual mouth kisses delicately all over his cock. "C'mon now, stop your teasin', gotta come in the pretty fuckin' mouth."

He's back in your mouth before he even finishes his sentence, your mouth sounding wet an obscene as you work him up and up and up all over again. You draw him in deeper, his cock meeting the back of your throat, over and over, his hand coming to cup your face and delicately wipe away a tear from your watering eyes. Fuck, you're wishing more than ever that you could just jump on him, that your cunt wasn't wrecked, or that it didn't matter, that you could go infinite rounds and still want to be touched again and again. But that wasn't you. You had a limit and, even though you'd reached it, the want in you didn't go away and neither did the slick feeling between your legs or the deep throb of your pulse beating away in your clit.

Joel's fingers grip tighter on the side of your face, a soft thrust of his hips meeting every movement of your head. Catching his eye almost kills you then and there with his cock wedged at the back of your throat. He looks as wrecked as you feel, dark eyes shining down like black holes from space now that the light from your solar lamps has all but fucked off. The paint and rabbit ears almost fade away into the background as you hold yourself down on his cock, making yourself whine around him. You're starting to think if you sucked his cock for long enough you could make yourself come totally untouched, but you don't want to think about it. You can't.

He takes over then. Each slip of your lips down his cock met with a gentle hold, until you both do it all over again. It's easier to hold for longer each time, almost feeling deeper with each slide of his cock across your tongue, the taste of his precum making you salivate as much as having your mouth filled and occupied is.

Then, he presses you down, holding your head as you moan and whine and try desperately to swallow around him, to take more of him as he only seems to get harder.

"Not so Flopsy now, huh?" he asks, releasing you and pushing your head down on his cock once more.

He's fucking into your mouth now, small shallow thrusts hitting the back of your throat, your hand working the toy slickly across his balls as he moans more desperately than you've ever heard him moan before. Despite your teasing and edging, he's the one holding back now, the feel of your mouth on his cock, your nails scratching at his belly, and that damned toy sliding across his balls far too much for him to want to let go of any time soon.

But fuck is he close, and if he's not careful he's going to ruin it for himself by holding back and exploding without warning. He's waited too long for that to happen.

"I'm gonna -"

"Mhm!" you groan around his dick, nodding as much as you can with it in your mouth. You steady your hand against his waist, taking over all movement as he stills the slow gyration of his hips, bobbing your head faster as you suck him down. The swirl and flick of your tongue is positively relentless, and everything feels so wet and warm and fucking perfect that he knows he's a goner.

"Hn-uhhhhh, fuck. Ah, fuck, don't stop, don't stop, fuck, ugh!"

He bursts, salty in your mouth, filling your throat as you swallow around him, massaging and gripping his heavy balls as they twitch in your palm through the thick silicone.

You're only a bit of a mess when you pull off of him. Your lips are swollen and tingly, your hand slippery with lube, but you are totally, utterly content. The slick feeling between your legs is still there, so is the throb, but you're as satisfied as you could possibly be.

Pulling yourself to your feet is another story. Your legs have gone a bit numb from sitting on your knees for so long, and you stumble as you fight to right yourself, Joel catching you just before you tumble into the flowerbed. You laugh in his arms, his mouth pressed to yours as he swallows the sound, consumes it, wills it to make home in his body so he never forgets it.

Joel's fingers work their way under your thin shirt. He'd been looking between your face and your nipples the entire time you were on your knees for him, and he suspects you're entirely naked under there. When his fingers meet your sticky thighs, he thinks he's hit the jackpot, and is ready to return the favor through the haze of his own orgasm, when you stop him.

"I, uh... sorted myself out not too long ago. A few times."

"Damn, if I'd known I woulda come right up and helped you out myself. Thought you were sleepin', house was dark. Jus' playing with this sweet thing all along, huh?"

If he had known, he would have known how much you thought about him as you fucked yourself on your fingers. He would have known how you used the plug he left on your bedside table more than any of the others, crying his name out into the lonely expanse of your bedroom as you came quicker, and harder, than you had any right to. If he had known, he'd know how well and truly fucked you were over a man you still knew practically nothing about.

Of course, you knew some physical things. You knew what he looked like naked, how broad he was, and how sweaty he got when he fucked you. You knew what he sounded like groaning into your mouth or laughing at a silly quip you'd thrown at him. You knew what he tasted like, and what you tasted like off of his tongue. But that was where your knowledge of him ended. You didn't know what he did for work, or if he even liked his job. You didn't know his favorite food or color. You didn't know what he sang in the car. You didn't know where he lived or what he drove - you didn't even know his full name, and you knew exactly why.

You were scared. Terrified, actually. Terrified to really get to know him, to break that blissful illusion of the tall, dark stranger who rocked your world on a seasonal basis, only to find you didn't like him at all. Or worse - that he didn't like you.

So, when you walk him through your house, egg disposed of and hands washed, listening to the soft snap of his suit being closed up around his bare body, you desperately try to ignore the longing ache in your chest, stopping any request for him to stay, to take you out for coffee in the morning before it stupidly tumbles out of your mouth. That's not what this is.

Instead, you wordlessly reach for your keys, smiling sweetly to him as if you hadn't just been waging war against yourself inside your head.

"What're you doing," he says, pointing to the keys held in your hand. "Goin' somewhere, or comin' home with me?"

"No, smart ass, this is a key, it locks doors. Just gonna lock up after you leave."

Joel's smile drops from his face. And you don't know why, but it has alarm bells immediately blaring in your head.

"What?" you ask nervously, eyes darting around his face as if you're trying to read his mind as he takes a slow step toward you, a frown slowly pulling his brow down as he pieces some mystery together.

"The door locks when it closes, then you the take the key and lock it again after?"

"... Maybe? Yes?"

"Wait. And you're tellin' me you do that every night."

"Yes, I lock my door every night Joel, what's wrong with that." Obviously your lock was no match for his lock picking skills, but you didn't consider that Joel perhaps didn't know how locks worked at all.

"What's wrong with that is you're unlocking your door every night and leaving it unlocked all night."

Your blood turns cold. You don't know why. You could just not believe him, or test for yourself, but something about his reaction, and his seemingly easy ability to get into your house, tells you that what he says is exactly right. It's your turn for your smile to drop, and you can feel it slip off your face just as your heart starts rapidly hopping in your chest.

"Oh. I - I thought..."

"It ain't that kind of lock, sweetheart. You never checked it after lockin' it?"

"No. No I - My last place, the lock, I had to - oh my god." There's dread now. A sickening cocktail of feelings swirling through your body, turning you red hot and cold over and over as you think of all the things that could've happened, how lucky you were they didn't, after all this time. Damn near a year, and you hadn't figured out how to properly work your own fucking door.

"How d'you think I been gettin' in? Didn't exactly climb down the chimney or fly in through the window the last two times. Maybe shouldn'ta done it that first time, but your tree was driving me mad, seein' it bare like that every time I drove past. You weren't in and the door was open, was only gonna be quick and then..."

You're not listening. Your heart has just stopped like it's been hurtled into a brick wall at 100mph. "Wait, you drive past my house?"

"Where else am I gonna fuckin' drive?!"

A thousand million volts straight to your chest, and your heart is beating again, racing, your voice raising with it, brandishing the pointy end of your key at him like it could save you now. "Have you been stalking me?"

"What? No! I live down the fuckin' street, I drive by to get to my house, I thought you knew that."

"Down the street?"

"Yes. I'm hardly gonna come from outta town just to fix your lights and your sink and fuck off again. I was just... bein' neighborly, I guess."

"You've been in my house fixing my shit without me here?"

It's just revelation after revelation. You can't believe it. You can't believe yourself for one, but you can't believe him either. Only you can. You very much believe him, and you hate that you do and you hate that, deep down, you know he's right and you're exactly the kind of idiot he's undoubtedly thinking you are.

"You ain't fuckin' noticed?! You had a light out in here, your kitchen faucet was drippin', your railin' in your hall closet was bust... you didn't notice anythin'? Are you even fuckin' in that pretty head o' yours?"

Suddenly you're feeling very stupid. The door is one thing, the minor home repairs another, but you'd been under the impression you were both on the same page this entire time. That it was some silly game you played, two strangers who had next to no clue about each other. All this time he knew who you were, but you were too fucking preoccupied and distracted and stupid to see that he was right there.

The heat in your checks crackles in your ears, misting over your eyes and making your entire body feel fuzzy. That fight or flight you'd been wondering about for the last few months has suddenly decided to make an appearance, settling on both as you fight back tears with a quivering lip.

"Get out." It's silent fury, building white hot as the seconds tick by with him standing, staring at you like you're the one dressed as a giant rabbit and not him.

"What? Darlin', c'mon, it's okay -"

"Get. Out." You wrench the door open, pushing him and his stupid fucking bunny costume out, shoving the basket of eggs into his arms once he crosses the doorway.

"Bye." You slam the door, the stupid fucking self locking door, and slide down it, head in your hands. You have never felt so fucking stupid.

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જ⁀➴ a better way 𐙚 sohee

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summary. due to a lack of food in your apartment, you decide to order pizza. the only issue is, when it arrives you realise you can’t find your purse. you don’t want him to leave with the pizza and you definitely don’t want him to call the cops, so you sort out your own way of paying him.

wc. 3.5k

warnings. pizza delivery boy!sohee x customer!reader. very slight power imbalance but mostly no power play, blowjob, cum swallowing, riding, unprotected sex, semi clothed sex, nipple sucking, small cock!sohee.

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“i have to go my pizza is here” you spoke into the phone, ending the call as you heard a knock at your door. 

“eat well” you stood up, throwing your phone onto the sofa you were previously sat at once you had ended the call. after forgetting to buy groceries and having spent a few hours without eating, you walked to the door in anticipation for the food your mouth had been watering for. 

you opened the door without paying much mind to the man who was stood in front of it, not until he spoke at least. you narrowed your eyes as a familiar voice filled your ears, you tried to hide your laugh as you looked up at the boy in front of you, dressed in a way you had never seen him before. 

lee sohee, sohee lee, also known as the younger brother of your best friend. you had been used to bumping into him every time you had found yourself in her home. you had never met him outside of there though, and you had never expected him to be the pizza delivery boy that was stood outside of your house.

“sohee?”

“i’ve dropped her off here so many times, i should’ve recognised your address” you leaned against your door, watching as he opened the pizza bag he had brought with him and looked at the receipt. 

“nayeon didn’t tell me you had a new job”

“because she doesn’t know” you cocked your head to the side.

“what happened to your last job?”

“got fired” you let out a laugh causing him to look at you with a harsh stare, “it’s not funny”

“it’s quite funny” he shook his head as he read over the receipt, looking back up at you with a smile that mimicked your own. 

“you know what’s funny, y/n?”

“you losing your job and having to work as a pizza delivery boy”

“no” he turned the receipt around and shoved it into your hand “it’s your card getting declined for a $10 pizza delivery” your eyes widened as you looked at the receipt, sohee laughed at your door as you sighed. 

“whatever, you may as well wait inside whilst i get my purse and give you the cash” sohee smiled as he walked into your hallway, closing the door behind him and watching as you scrambled down the hall to find your purse. he took it upon himself to sit on your couch, placing down his bag with the pizza inside of it. 

sofa say back on the sofa, tapping his fingers against his jean clad thighs as he heard your footsteps rush to where he was. he was amused, all of the teasing you had gave him for losing his job came back at you with karma. 

“uh, sohee” you took a breath, looking down at where the younger boy sat on your sofa. you scratched the back of your head as you threw your purse onto the table “i don’t have any cash”. 

if you were to ask sohee in that moment, he would have promised you that he tried his best not to laugh. but inevitably, he failed. he released a loud laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling at your statement. 

“sohee this is not funny i can’t pay you” he looked up at you with a smile, his arm resting on the back of the sofa. 

“that’s quite a predicament you’re in y/n”

“pay for it and i’ll pay you back”

“no” you rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest and sighing.

“you owe me, if you do it then i won’t tell anyone about you losing your job” sohee laughed at your desperate attempt.

“not paying for your food is a criminal offence, losing your job is just being irresponsible, i’m good” you sighed as you watched sohee stand up and pick up his pizza bag, allowing your mind to come up with the wildest of offers in order to stop him from leaving.

“i’ll suck you off” he stopped in his tracks, almost dropping the box as your words sank into him.

“are you insane?” you narrowed your eyes at the boy, almost laughing at the disbelief in his voice.

“no, sohee” you stepped towards him, carefully placing your hands on his arm “come on, you must be so stressed about losing your job and keeping it a secret from everyone, let me help you relax” sohee stood still, cocking his head to the side as he thought about your offer. eventually he smiled, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek and throwing the bag back onto the table.

“if you’re good enough, then i’ll sort the pizza out for you” you softened your eyes as you looked at him, a sweet smile gracing your lips as you pushed him back to sit on the sofa. sohee’s eyes were dark as he watched you kneel down and push his knees apart, you looked up at him with a mischievous glint in your eye as you ran your hands up his jean clad thighs.

“are you a virgin, hee?” sohee laughed at your question.

“do you think teasing me is a good idea right now, y/n? not with everything you have on the line and all” you rolled your eyes, smiling up at him again as you let your fingers play with the zipper of his jeans.

“teasing is fun sohee, you should lighten up a little”

“you look like you’ve been waiting to do this” you paused what you were doing, only slowly pulling at his zipper as you looked at him with your head titled to the side “does nayeon know you have a little crush on her little brother?”

“does nayeon know you have a little crush on her best friend? i mean if you didn’t you wouldn’t already be hard would you? i know you got excited the moment i offered to suck you off” sohee kept quiet as he relaxed back into the sofa, keeping his eyes on yours as you pushed your hand down against his exposed briefs, his hardening cock being felt immediately “i won’t tell anyone sohee, just sit back and enjoy what you’ve been dreaming of” humour laced the tone of your voice, sohee felt sick just hearing it. already unsure exactly how the moment had progressed so quickly but not regretting it one bit.  

he stayed quiet after that, only reacting to your touches with subtle sharp breaths. sohee lifted his lips to let you hook your fingers under the band of his jeans and briefs, he helped you pull them down his thighs as he awkwardly moved to get them off. part of him felt uncomfortable in the position he was in, not being sure how to act whilst he still had his shoes on but his trousers and briefs were pooling just above them at his ankles. not to mention the fact you were still fully clothed too, that was the part sohee hated the most. 

it was the sudden feeling of your hand wrapped around his cock that brought sohee back to the real world, your soft skin began to soothe the ache that was running through the muscle but it only lasted for a few moments. sohee could tell that you were itching to tease him, he could tell by the way you loosened the grip you had around him. he was ready to remind you that now wasn’t the time to tease him, but you were quickly to kneel up a little higher and bend forward to lightly press your tongue against the head of his cock.

sohee shivered, his eyes wide as he watched you glide your tongue slowly around his tip, his fingers instinctively dug into the cushions that were resting messily beneath him. the corners of your lips perked upwards as you lifted your tongue off of him and replaced it with your lips, sucking gently before lifting them off of his head

you looked back up at sohee, the boy seemed to be as white as a ghost as he saw the traces of precum he had left on the skin of your lips. sohee knew he would barely make it out of your apartment alive just from that visual alone.

one thing you quickly noted about sohee was his size, he definitely wasn't the biggest but he had a pleasant thickness to him. the size of his cock seemed just perfect to suck off. you had floating thoughts about how easy it would be to get all of him into your mouth and watch him wither away through the gaps of your eyelashes. it excited you as well as amused you, yet you had to swallow the urge to tease him for the moment.

instead, you brought your tongue back to his cock, pressing it flat against the small vein that was protruding out of it before tracing it with your tongue until you reached his head. you took him back into your mouth, only this time allowing him to slip deeper into you. sohee's breathing began to grow heavy as he felt his cock dampen from your spit, he refused to look away from you as you swallowed around his cock.

in your luck, the head of sohee's cock barely even grazed the back of your throat and it was easy to fit into your mouth so you didn't have to worry about gagging on him. but that didn't change your want to please him, instead you focused on relaxing your tongue and letting his cock slide along with each bob of your head.

as you increased the speed of your head, you heard sohee groan. you took it upon yourself to gaze up at him through your lashes and that action only caused him to groan again. sohee couldn't handle making eye contact with you as you sucked him off, he definitely wasn't a virgin but he could feel a pit in his stomach that warned him that he could only take so much of the feeling of your mouth around his cock before he would explode.

he pushed his nails into the cushions beneath him, hissing when one of his fingers slipped and dug into his hand instead. the pain was quickly overshadowed by your mouth though, pleasure ran through his blood as you swallowed around him again. he tried his hardest to keep any sounds to himself but it was growing impossible, moans bubbled up in his throat and threatened to spill from his bitten lips.

for you, the sound that had forced their way out of sohee's mouth sounded angelic. his sweet voice began to fill the room as he finally gave in on silencing himself and let himself breathe. your ears were filled with the gentle echos of him whining as he gently bucked his hips up. you simply smiled around his cock, pressing the tips of your fingers into the exposed skin of his thigh. you lifted your mouth for a few seconds, taking a few heavy breaths before sinking yourself back down onto him, determined to make him cum in your mouth.

sohee could feel your determination as you closed your lips tighter around his cock, your head moving quicker as you sucked him off. the poor boy didn't know what to do with himself, all he knew was that his orgasm was approaching far too quickly for his liking. he wanted to experience more, to feel the heaven of your lips around him for just a few minutes longer but he knew it was impossible. he had to cum.

he wanted to let you know that he was cumming, but he couldnt. as the pleasure overwhelmed him all he could do was let out a short, broken moan and lift his hips once more, a stream of cum spurting out of him and shooting into the back of your mouth. you eagerly swallowed and took him as deep as he could go. sohee was a wreck as he felt your suck every drop of cum out of him and swallow it happily. you hummed around him, trying to get his attention as you noticed the way his eyes were shut and his head was resting against the back of the sofa.

but sohee was in a daze, he struggled to adjust to the light as his eyes reopened and his thighs shook lightly under your fingers. he couldn't focus on anything around him and that feeling grew worse when he felt your lips graze against the sides of his cock as you removed your mouth from him. he looked at you just in time to see a stringy line of cum attach itself to your wet lips whilst you were pulling away, as the string broke his cum hit the skin that rested just below your bottom lip. sohee almost moaned out loud at how erotic the sight of you was.

sohee was unsure on what you were going to do as you stood up, he could tell that you were unsure on what he wanted to. but he saw the way you gulped as you looked down at him and how your thighs had not so subtly pressed together in front of him.

"are you okay?" sohee was slightly breathless as he spoke to you, gulping himself as you looked down at him, an unrecognisable look in your eyes.

you enjoyed getting to taste him, you enjoyed it a lot more than you had expected to and now you were left to deal with a growing throb coming from your swelling clit. deep down, you knew sohee would be more than happy to help but you felt embarrassed to ask him, which was ironic since you had previously made him cum. you knew you had to bite away at the timidness and come clean with what you wanted.

"i want to ride you" sohee was taken back by your sudden outburst, but he was more than happy to comply.

"please" his voice weakened, he had barely squeaked out his plead as he watched you push your trousers down to the floor and straddle his lap. you were eager to be seated on his lap and sohee accepted that greatly. he could sense the change in your attitude, the teasing tone you held had disappeared as you found yourself growing needy, sohee wished he was in the state of mind to tease you the way you had attempted to tease him but his brain had blanked out and his mouth had fallen dry the moment you straddled his lap.

his sensitive cock twitched under your body, the rough feeling of the lace on you panties made him shiver. he was almost certain that he could feel the heat radiating off of your pussy and the slightly bit of slick seeping through your underwear.

you grabbed his biceps, looking up at him with an unknown look in your eyes once again, sohee didn't know what to think, he couldn't think, not with the way you gently ground yourself down against him.

"can i put it in?" sohee swallowed despite his mouth being dry, he nodded instead of speaking. he watched attentively as you reached down to wrap your hand around his cock that had began to harden again, you could feel him throb in your grip. he sighed as he felt your skin against him once again, the slight sensitivity of just having an orgasm hitting him when you grazed the tip of him against your underwear.

sohee could only watch you in awe as you used your other hand to pull your underwear to the side, he couldn’t keep his eyes open as you slowly slid down onto his cock. the feeling of your soaked cunt squeezing around his cock brought him a completely different sensation than what your mouth brought him, sohee was sure he would be insane by the time the two of you were done.

“fuck” he heard you whine, his cock throbbed against your walls at the sound of you. he felt dizzy as you began to move against his, your head falling back slightly as you looked down at him again, your eyes half closed and lazy as you took him inside of you.

sohee’s size wasn’t an issue for you, in fact you embraced it. you decided against wishing to taunt him for being on the smaller side and instead show him that you could make use of what he had. at the end of the day, if he was small then you were going to make it work no matter what. that’s why your fingers gripped the neck line of your loose tank top and pulled it down, exposing your bare breasts to sohee.

his eyes widened as soon as he saw them, he couldn’t take his eyes away from the way they bounced each time you lifted and dropped yourself back down onto his cock. he was mesmerised, his dry mouth beginning to water as he pleaded in his head that he was allowed to touch them.

instead of telling him, you grabbed his hands yourself and lifted them to your tits, squeezing your hands over his so he would grip onto them. sohee groaned as he felt your breasts in his hands, your hardened nipples pressing into the palms of his hands.

you sighed as your dragged your walls along his cock, lifting and lowering yourself repeatedly whilst sohee squeezed your tits. eventually he caved, moving one of his hands to cup the underneath of your breast before leaning down and wrapping his lips around your nipple. you arched your back, pressing your chest closer to his face so he could suck on your nipple easier.

you whimpered whilst your pushed your fingers into his hair, pulling on the strands as his tongue swirled around your nipple. you clenched around his cock, hearing his moan against your skin as he continued to suck on the nub. sohee felt like he had ascended into a realm that was somehow better than the one he was already in, having you pressed against him, drenched pussy wrapped tightly around him whilst he sucked on your breasts. sohee could’ve came right then, in fact he almost did. it took everything in him to push down and suppress his orgasm and he knew he could only do it for so long before it would get too much for him.

so he took matters into his own hands, literally. he pushed a hand under between your bodies as his other hand stayed on your breast, his fingers pushed into your slit. he groaned as he felt just how soaked you were, it made his fingers glide easily around your clit. he wanted to drive you toward your orgasm before his second one hit, he wanted to see you in pleasure instead of him being the one receiving.

sohee quickly got what he wanted, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt you clench tighter around his cock, his hair being pulled tighter as you grew closer to cumming. he continued to rub circle on your clit as he released your nipple from his mouth, instead opting to flick his tongue over the nub and look up at you once he opened his eyes.

sohee wouldn’t admit it to you but you weren’t wrong about teasing him for having a crush on you, it felt cliche for him to have a crush on his older sisters best friend, but he couldn’t help it. you were delicious and he wanted to try you. he felt lucky that he got to, so he knew he had to take advantage of the moment and make you cum at least once.

luckily for him, he got to do exactly that. he knew what was hitting you as your body tensed up and your whines turned into high pitched moans, your head fell back and your eyes shut as you bucked your hips desperately against his. sohee could feel his own organs building once against as you used him to get off.

it took him by surprise when you lifted yourself off of him, reaching down to take his cock in your hand so you could jerk him off. he leaned back, letting go of your breasts to look at you, his fingers speeding up on your clit as the two of you touched each other, trying desperately to bring each other closer and closer to the edge.

he watched you carefully as your thighs shook and you leaned forward, collapsing into his body and squeezing your hand tightly around his cock. you cried out his name, your forehead leaning against his shoulder as you came on his fingers, sohee following suit and releasing onto both of your shirts, making a mess he really shouldn’t have made. neither of you paid any mind to it, the outside world seemed like a mile away until sohee’s phone dinged.

"guess what" sohee said as he picked up his phone, a small laugh leaving his mouth as he read the notification on his lock screen "i just lost my job".

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[rebelliousstories]

Hearts

ValenFics

Relationship: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst

Word Count: 713

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Summary: A simple note that makes all the difference.

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“The most important thing in communication is to hear what isn’t being said.” Peter Drucker

“Honey, would you please calm down? Look, I’m sorry, okay?” Aaron pleaded with his wife as she fluttered about the house, focused on her tasks.

“If you had just told me earlier, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” She shot back, tossing some of his under shirts into his go bag. “You just told me that you’ve known about this for three months. I don’t care what you do to remember but you should definitely remember something like this sooner than the day before our reservations.”

Sighing in defeat, Aaron scrubbed his hands over his face. “I know. I know and I’m sorry. Just, please, don’t be mad.”

“Aaron, I’m not- I’m not mad. You realize that we made those reservations a month ago? If you would have just checked your calendar, we wouldn’t be in a predicament like this.” She tried to reassure her husband. Placing her hands on his chest, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him gently. Thankfully, he wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her close, melting into her affections.

“I really am sorry, honey.” He whispered back to her once they separated.

“It’s fine. I’ll take care of it. You have to get on your case.” Patting his chest one more time, Mrs. Hotchner finally let her husband go back to what he was doing.

Unfortunately, Aaron left for Oregon that very afternoon. The entire time he was a grumbling and more irritated than normal. Which is why Dave took over after they had been at the case all day, sending everyone, especially Hotch, back to the hotel for the night.

Agitated, Aaron threw his bag from his shoulder to the floor as he entered his hotel room. The case files and IPad that he also carried were tossed to the bed, before he finally went to put his gun in the safe in the room. Picking his bag up from the ground, he set it on the bed to begin putting his clothes away. His suits were hung up, his shirts, underwear and other clothing items were set inside the dresser.

As he went to pull out his toiletries bag from the bottom of his suitcase, a card caught his attention. Picking up the red envelope, he quickly recognized his wife’s handwriting on the front. Dropping himself down into the chair, Aaron delicately opened it to read what his wife sent for him.

On the front, a bunch of hearts of various colors were printed on it. His ringed hand opened the stiff paper to see that she had left a message inside.

Get home safely please. We have reservations next Saturday to make up for it. I love you so much, my beloved G-man. Love your precious wife <3

Aaron smiled with all of the muscles in his face at the short message. She could have just texted it to him, but this was something he enjoyed. He loved having his wife and son’s handwriting in the form of notes when he was away from home. It reminded him of what he got to come home to.

He traced over the hearts on the cover, and the one she had drawn. Such a small thing, but Aaron traced his eyes over it one more time. Once he had committed it to memory, Hotch opened a pouch on the side of his duffel bag. At least a dozen cards and pieces of paper were lined up inside, and these were just the ones from the beginning of the year. He slotted the card near the front so that they were in chronological order for him to keep organized when he eventually moved them out of the bag.

Before he went to bed that night, Mr. Hotchner sent a text to Mrs. Hotchner.

I love you too. I’m sorry for all the trouble. You’re too good for me sometimes. See you soon. <3

Sophie Kinsella once said, “True love is hard. It requires work, compromise, tears and sweat. It brings periods of fear, anger, sadness, questions, sickness and space. But it also brings periods of hope, laughter, happiness, dependability, answers, healing and closeness. That’s what it makes it worth it.”

[raekensluver]

rekindled bonds (2)

introduction, part one, part two,

description: you and spencer are paired together for a hotel stay but theres only one bed...

pairing: spencer reid x bau agent!fem!reader

contains: talks of typical criminal minds violence, fluff, one bed trope

song rec: lovers rock by TV girl- "you like a pretty boy, with a pretty voice."

w.c: 2.3k

an: one more part to go! i'm a sucker for the cliche what can i say?

months had passed since your first harrowing case, and over time, the bond between you and spencer had grown stronger. the late nights at the office, poring over case files and bouncing ideas off each other, had turned into a routine that felt as natural as breathing. outside of work, you'd discovered shared interests, from obscure documentaries to a mutual love for a quiet cup of tea.

spencer had become your confidant, someone who knew the real you, not just the tough exterior you presented to the world. he had a way of peeling back the layers with his soft-spoken wit and disarming smile. it was in those moments, when you were both exhausted from the weight of the job, that you found the most comfort in his company.

his quirks had grown on you—his endless supply of facts, his meticulous organization, and the way he'd chew on the end of his pen when he was deep in thought. it was in those quiet moments, surrounded by the chaos of an ongoing case, that you realized how much you'd missed having someone who truly knew you.

you remembered the summers spent at his mother's house, the two of you running wild through the neighbourhood, coming up with imaginative games that lasted for hours. the way his eyes would light up when you'd introduce a new twist to a story, or how you'd sit for what felt like an eternity, trying to solve the puzzles he'd pull out from under his bed. those memories were like a warm blanket, a reminder of simpler times when the biggest challenge was keeping up with his boundless intellect.

now, standing in the lobby of a hotel late at night, you couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu as you both looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the plush, overly patterned couches. the scent of stale coffee and a faint hint of cleaning solution filled the air, a stark contrast to the excitement of the outside world. the team had just returned from a long day of interviews and surveillance, and the weariness was etched on each of their faces. spencer leaned against the reception desk, his tie loose, and his shirt slightly wrinkled from the day's exertions.

the lobby was mostly empty, save for a few bleary-eyed travelers checking in or out, and the occasional yawn from the night clerk. the silence was only broken by the muffled sounds of the television in the corner, broadcasting the latest news story about the case that had consumed you all for weeks. it was a grim reminder of the gravity of the situation, of the lives hanging in the balance of your investigations. yet, amidst the somber atmosphere, spencer's eyes found yours, and for a brief moment, you shared a look that spoke volumes without saying a word.

prentiss looked around at the team, a hint of exhaustion in her voice. "alright, everyone. we're all booked into the same floor. try to get some rest tonight. we've got an early start tomorrow." the team nodded in unison, dispersing to collect their keys from the desk. as you approached, the clerk looked up, a friendly smile on his face. "you two together?" he asked, holding out a single keycard with a flourish.

spencer opened his mouth to correct him, but you were too tired to bother. "yes," you said with a yawn. his eyes widened slightly, but he said nothing. the clerk handed over the card, not noticing the unspoken tension. "you're in room 314. have a good night."

you both turned towards the elevator, the echo of your footsteps the only sound in the deserted hallway. "you know, spencer," you began as you stepped inside the small metal box, "i hope you're okay with this." you nodded towards the card in your hand. "i just sort of…assumed."

spencer's cheeks flushed slightly, and he shrugged. "it's fine, really," he said, his voice barely above a murmur. "i mean, we've known each other for years. it's not like we haven't shared a room before." but his eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of discomfort or doubt.

you couldn't help but smile, the warmth of his words spreading through you like a gentle embrace. "true," you agreed, "but it's been a long time since we've had a sleepover." you playfully nudged his shoulder, trying to lighten the mood. the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, revealing the quiet, carpeted corridor of the third floor.

as you made your way down the hall, spencer glanced at the room numbers, counting under his breath. "just a few more," he murmured. the anticipation grew with each step, the weight of the day's events and the looming case pressing down on you like a thick, suffocating blanket. finally, you reached room 314.

you inserted the keycard, the lock clicking open with a sense of finality. as you pushed the door, it swung inward to reveal a modestly sized room with a king-sized bed dominating the space. a small living area, with a couch that looked suspiciously small, was neatly tucked into the corner. a small, round table held a coffeemaker and a couple of mugs, along with a few complimentary packets of instant coffee. the curtains were drawn, allowing the streetlights to cast a soft glow across the room.

spencer hovered in the doorway, his suitcase still in hand. "i can take the couch," he offered, his voice tentative. but the thought of him being uncomfortable on a makeshift bed was too much for you to bear after the long day you'd had.

you rolled your eyes playfully and padded over to him, taking the suitcase. "spencer, you're being ridiculous. we're both adults, and we can handle sharing a bed." you said, your tone firm but gentle. "plus, we have a big day tomorrow. we need our rest." you added, a smirk playing at the corners of your mouth.

his eyes searched yours for a moment, looking for any hint of insincerity. but all he found was the same reassuring warmth that had been there since the day you'd met. with a sigh, he relented, allowing you to take the suitcase and set it by the bed. "thank you," he mumbled, his cheeks still flushed.

spencer began to unpack, laying out his clothes for the next day with meticulous care. you couldn't help but chuckle at his fastidiousness, a stark contrast to your own haphazard pile on the chair. as he folded his shirt with the precision of a seasoned military man, you moved to the bathroom to change into your pajamas. the sound of running water filled the small space as you washed your face and brushed your teeth, the coolness of the water a welcome reprieve from the day's tension.

as you emerged from the bathroom, spencer was sitting on the edge of the bed, already changed into simple sweatpants and a t-shirt his glasses perched on the nightstand. with gentle, practiced movements, he removed his contact lenses, the brief look of vulnerability making him seem younger than his years. the way his eyes squinted slightly as he gently rubbed them clean brought back a flood of memories—his first pair of glasses, the way he'd squinted at the board in school, the excitement of discovering a new book that had kept him up all night.

you climbed into the bed, the softness enveloping you like a much-needed hug. the coolness of the sheets was a balm against your overheated skin, and you sighed in relief. "good night, spencer," you murmured, rolling onto your side to face the wall, away from the soft glow of the lamp sitting on spencers bedside table.

spencer slid in beside you, his movements careful and deliberate, as if trying not to disturb the fragile peace that had settled over the room. "good night," he echoed, his voice barely a whisper. for a few moments, the only sound was the steady rhythm of your breathing, the quiet hum of the air conditioner, and the distant murmur of the city that never sleeps.

despite the exhaustion that tugged at the edges of your consciousness, your mind raced with the details of the case, piecing together the puzzle that had brought you to this unassuming hotel room. the weight of the gun at your side was a constant reminder of the danger that lurked just outside the door.

spencer seemed to sense your restlessness, he reached over and placed a comforting hand on your arm. his touch warm and grounding. "try to sleep," he said, his voice soothing. "we'll tackle it all in the morning." his eyes searched yours in the dim light, and you could see the genuine concern reflected in their depths.

his hand remained there for a moment longer before retreating, leaving a lingering warmth in its wake. you felt his eyes on you as you rolled onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. the silence stretched out, each second feeling like an eternity as you both lay there, lost in your own thoughts.

you took a deep breath, breaking the quiet. "do you remember, spencer, when we were about ten years old, and we used to take those walks around the neighborhood?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "the ones where we'd stay out until the streetlights came on?"

his breath hitched, and you felt his eyes on you again. "yes," he replied, a soft smile in his voice. "we'd talk about everything. it was like our own little escape from the world."

you nodded, feeling his gaze still on you. "we'd make up stories about the people we'd see," you continued, your voice a little wistful. "like that old man with the three cats, we were convinced he was a retired secret agent."

spencer chuckled, the sound low and rumbling. "i remember that. we'd spend hours planning how we'd infiltrate his house and find his secret lair." his voice grew softer, a hint of nostalgia painting his words. "you always had such a wild imagination."

you felt a smile tug at your lips. "yeah, and you were always the one who knew every possible escape route." you rolled onto your side to face him, propping your head up with your hand. "it's funny how things come full circle, isn't it?" you mused. "now we're actually solving mysteries together."

spencer's eyes searched yours in the dim light, his smile mirroring yours. "it is," he agreed. "i never thought we'd end up here, but i'm grateful we did." his voice was soft, filled with a quiet intensity that seemed to charge the very air between you. "i've missed having someone to share all this with."

his words hung in the air, and you felt your heart swell with an emotion you hadn't expected. "me too," you whispered, the confession slipping out before you could stop it. the warmth in his gaze grew, and for a moment, you forgot about the case, about the dangers that lurked just outside the hotel room door. you were just two old friends, sharing a bed in the quiet of the night.

spencer's hand found its way back to your arm, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your skin. the sensation was soothing, a gentle reminder that you weren't alone in this world, that you had someone who understood you in a way that few ever could. "we've come a long way, haven't we?" he said, his voice filled with a sense of wonder.

you nodded, feeling the warmth of his hand seep into your very bones. "we have," you murmured, your eyes never leaving his. the room was still, the only sound the steady beating of your hearts, echoing in the quiet like a secret code that only the two of you could understand.

you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day finally begin to lift. "good night, spencer," you said, your voice softer than you'd intended. his eyes searched yours, a silent conversation passing between you, filled with unspoken truths and the comfort of old friendship.

spencer's hand paused on your arm, his thumb making lazy circles. "good night," he replied, his voice thick with something unidentifiable. you watched as he reached up to switch off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. the sudden absence of light made your heart skip a beat, and you could hear the rustle of fabric as he settled into the bed beside you.

you didn't know how much time had passed when you were jolted awake by the shrill ring of the alarm clock. the room was bathed in early morning light, and spencer's arm was draped over your waist, his body curled towards yours. it was a position that spoke of trust and familiarity, and for a moment, you couldn't remember where you were. but the weight of his hand on your hip brought everything rushing back—the case, the hotel, the gravity of the situation.

you gently nudged him awake, the warmth of his skin lingering even as he shifted away to silence the alarm. the room felt smaller somehow, the air charged with something new and unspoken. you both sat up, rubbing sleep from your eyes, and spencer looked over at you with a sheepish grin. "sorry," he mumbled, his cheeks flushing slightly. "i didn't mean to…"

you waved off his apology with a laugh. "it's fine," you said, the sound bouncing off the walls. "i didn't exactly have nightmares with you as a human teddy bear." you swung your legs over the side of the bed, the coolness of the floor a jolt to your system. spencer's gaze followed your movements, his eyes lingering for a moment before he cleared his throat and stood, moving to the window to pull back the curtains.

the cityscape outside was bathed in a soft, early morning light, the buildings casting long shadows over the quiet streets. "we should get ready," he said, his voice still a little gruff from sleep. "we have a lot to do today."

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edited: 8/30/24

[haruchuchuiyo]

Trespasser!Sanzu Haruchiyo x Reader

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TW + CW : Voyeurism | Harassment | Stalking | Addiction (Drugs)

Reader: non disclosed ( can be read as fem | non-binary | male )

🂠 ​ Lots of people seem to headcanon SANZU as this stalker that leaves a mess behind, a visible trail to menace reader. It's this that I just can't disagree more with.

🂠 ​ SANZU the clean freak who works mad like a dog in the odd hours of day and night. When it comes to the rest of Bonten's executives, he's lacking in trusting their capabilities.

🂠 ​ Tasking other executives is out of the question, I mean think about it; Takeomi couldn't even take care of him and his sister, Mochi well he's all brawn no brain in his eyes, Koko's physique is starting to resemble most disheveled salary corporate slaves (awful office working hours, making the numbers work on a time crunch), the Haitani's? Yeah that's a no, HELL NO (have you seen the trash pile up in their house? DISGUSTING, they can't even clean up after their own parties! Let alone scrap a body). Kakucho? Admittedly has the muscle, has a brain. Just a little too much heart for when things get nasty, which they always do. Besides what would Kakucho know about cleaning anyways Compared to SANZU.

🂠 ​ SANZU has an extensive knowledge of scum removal, he's accumulated an extensive collection in keeping his apartment pristine. His apartment-unit storage room is fully equipped, packed with the family sized cleaning agents, bleaches, peroxides. His work experience in removing dirt, grime, blood and dust from daily life, a habit grown stronger through his Kanto Manji days, yet existed even prior. Haruchiyo is the meticulous one, the obvious choice for the job. Any Job. "Can't send a fool to do idiots work now." -

🂠 ​ It's these personality quirks, his clean freak behavior that makes him such a special kind of danger in the world of career criminals. You won't find muddy footprints or any pink hair strands, no new finger prints on the entrance door pin touch-pad (oooo fancy). Once you've become his target or obsession you won't know, forget a keen eye or a keen memory, your gonna need a developed sixth sense when he's under your bed or in your closet!

​🂿 Do you realize how quickly criminals get caught in this day and age of modern surveillance? Theirs no room for being sloppy. That's why he's survived in such a cutthroat environment, SANZU has stuck around compared to the many peers who have tried and failed living the high risk lifestyle he toils away in. They just weren't built for it. He is. One trick ponies don't last long, you can't -just- be strong, or smart you need connections and allies. Him being an ever so inaccessible loner he's found power in being a wild card.

🂠 ​ Do You think he would want to dirty the sanctity of your cute little flat? Really? The newly completed glass cladded high-rise squeezes your dingy apartment complex of sun light. Its been built near kissing the side-building, the grey black tinted glass panels, modern yet monolithic. You've lost all of your window view, now turned mirror reflection from the paneling.

🂠 ​ You've lost all opportunity to watch the clouds and birds and he's gained all the opportunity to watch you, little to your knowledge.

🂠 ​ Don't get it twisted SANZU didn't just suddenly adore you out of voyeuristic opportunity that's so shallow. People watching is 50% of his job and he's yet to fall in love at first sight while working. No, SANZU never intended to become attracted, but really what else was he supposed to do in his spare time when his body wouldn't move from the sofa.

🂠 ​ It might have been all the stress or the fighting or the killing or- well everything really. His body and mind sober isn't going to cut it in the workplace. I mean even average civil workers dabble in prescriptions, stimulants legal illegal (he would know his customer demographic after all) anything that numbs the aches and pains from a hard day of work. Can you imagine what hard drugs contract killers, swindlers and madmen use to take the edge off. He's tried it all and he's found his preferred vices. Still not a fan of smoke, unlike his older brother. He intends to keep the walls of his sanctuary smoke free and his teeth clear of tar. Oral pills, prescription and non, a line or two is all he needs to start a hard day of work.

🂠 ​ Coke and Haruchiyo . ・。.・゜are best of buddies just like housewives and valium. Doing lines recreationally has been fantastic for him completing daily house chores, cleaning the kitchen, vacuuming the floors, folding the laundry, butchering the odd body, packaging remains for removal, busy work all within a timely manner. SANZU's a busy guy. What's the worst of it? When he's stuck with his thoughts sitting, watching the clock chewing pens, grinding teeth the growing impatience, bouncing of his leg. Stuck inhaling Rindou's second hand berry vape smoke, at a meeting that could of and should of been an email. Or so he's found. His behavior gets unfairly directed upon his employees who daily deal with his coke induced fits of rage. Then theirs the come down, the end of the high. He always falls down sore laying in his open plan living room into the late hours of the day. He sees you un aware of him through his window. Un aware of a lot of things. He sees you live predictably compared to his life and struggle with normal people struggles. It's charming it's adorable its controlled in his chaos filled mind. He can't help but want to get closer

🂠 ​ Returning from work in your exhaustion you don't notice that the counter tops are a little cleaner, you don't notice next week there's less of your hair on the floor when vacuuming, or the month following a lack of your foot prints on your entrance way floor-tiling. It's only when you sit down and realize the futon is less frayed in the fabric, the lack of scratches in your glass table from when you dropped your cutlery oh so many times. The stains on your now newer looking settee gone ? A lack of natural decay.

🂠 ​ He can't allow for your life to change so drastically he won't allow it. SANZU needs to keep it same same to be at peace, your like reruns of a favorite tv show something he can watch and lull his mind to. Nothing is allowed to change. You are not allowed to change. Not without his clearance. He just can't understand how you could be upset with his good will, his patronage so far towards your living. Everything would of gone to shit fallen apart had he not stepped up. Now what? you wanna pack your bags because of a visitor? That's really 'unfair'. He'll show you unfair. Soon.

[storiesofsvu]

Decadent Desires Masterlist

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, so much smut, minor mentions of canon type violence/events. Chapters will be tagged appropriately. Very slight crossover between CM & HOC to include Heather.

As Section Chief, Emily has found herself overwhelmed at work and ended up with a very underwhelming personal life. With not enough time or energy to dive into the dating pool she’s a little lost. That is until friend Heather Dunbar suggests making an arrangement where financial compensation is exchanged to get her needs met.

Series Playlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5**

Chapter 6**

Chapter 7**

Chapter 8**

Chapter 9**

Chapter 10**

Chapter 11**

Chapter 12

Chapter 13**

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16**

Chapter 17**

Chapter 18**

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Series Completed

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“Lesser of Two Evils” (Frank Castle x black!reader)

Summary: A man comes by your house with his business card, telling you to pick a side. His or Franks.

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, best friends to lovers trope, Frank is a little soft in this one guys 😂

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“Did you get a good look at the guy?” Frank asks, examining the business card that was given to you.

Yesterday, a man with red shades and a can knocked on your door.

He claimed that there was a war brewing and that he didn’t want you to be on the wrong side. He also claimed that he was the lesser of two evils.

Then he gave you his business card and left. You were pretty shaken up at the intrusion because you could have sworn that you saw him at the coffee shop last week..

And at the gym before that..

He was watching you. And he must of followed you home when you weren’t paying attention.

Frank has always told you that you needed to be more aware of your surroundings. Says that you’re a potential victim in the eyes of criminals.

“You’re pretty and way too nice. Someone is going to try and take advantage ode that.” Frank lectures.

“What makes you think they haven’t tried already? I’m not as vulnerable as you may think.”

“You don’t have to pretend to be tough with me, baby doll.” He condescends and you rolled your eyes.

“This is New York, Y/N-“

“You don’t have to tell me, Frank. I didn’t fail geography class. I know where I am. And mind you, I am a grown ass woman. Sometimes I think you forget that,” you interrupt, standing from the couch and made your way over to the kitchen.

Given it was nine o’clock and night, but a little coffee wouldn’t hurt.

“I don’t forget that,”

“Seems like you do and it definitely seems intentional.” You retort, plugging in your Keurig.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He questions.

When you don’t answer, he pulls on your shoulder and gently turns you around.

“Come on, say it with your chest.”

“You claim to respect me as a woman but you lecture me like I’m a child,” you said firmly.

Just because you choose to stay quiet in some situations. That doesn’t mean that you were afraid of confrontation. You simply picked your battles wisely, preferably ones you knew you would win.

“I don’t treat you like a child, Y/N.”

“Whatever you say, Frank.” You move to turn back around but Frank stopped you.

“Hey,” he starts. “I know that I can be a hard ass, but I’m looking out for you. I’m not always going to be there if something happens. Even if fight to make sure I am, there’s a chance that I won’t. I need to make sure you’re capable to looking out for yourself.” He says, his hands holding your arms in place.

“Say what you really want to say, Frank. Come on, I know you want to.” You say, stepping closer to him.

“I care about you and I don’t want to see you hurt.” He stumbles, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

He was holding something back.

“What else?”

He huffs and loosens his grip on your arms. He takes a step back and rubs a hand over his face. He knows what you want him to say.

You crossed your arms in anticipation.

“I worry about you.. because I love you.” He says softly.

He’s said I love you to you before, but it was always so hard for him. Whenever he says it, he remembers when he used to say it to his kids and his wife.

It served as a dark reminder for him.

“Okay, then what would you like me to do about this?”

“I want you to go to that kickboxing gym on the 5th street. And I want you to take a police led self defense course.”

“Well why can’t you teach me?”

“I can’t,”

“Why not? You trained Kelly.” You pointed out.

“Because I can’t think objectively when it comes to you, alright? It’s not that I don’t take you seriously. I know myself and you make my head feel fuzzy. I just can’t train you, alright?”

“I.. make your head feel fuzzy?” You repeated slowly as he starts pacing around the kitchen.

“Yes, you do. And it drives me insane. I can plan secure raids with my eyes closed. I can take guns apart and put them back together again in seconds. I’m a soldier. But one look at you and suddenly I forget whatever the hell I was thinking about.” She confesses.

Your lips part in surprise. Sure he’s your best friend, but this is the most he’s ever talked about his emotions.

He pressed his hands against the corner and b bowed his head for a moment. He lets out a sigh when you call his name.

“Okay, I understand.”

“That’s all you have to say to that? ‘Okay I understand’?” He challenges, looking directly into your eyes.

“Well what do you want me to say? You’re the one that said we couldn’t cross that line.”

“It’s only going to make things harder,” he says with a sigh.

“Harder for me? Or for you?”

“It’ll make you a target, Y/N.”

“I’m already a target, Frank. A man literally came to my door saying to choose the right side. And don’t think I don’t know this is about your time as the Punisher.”

His gaze hardened at your words.

“He said that?”

“He didn’t have to.. I’ve seen him before,” you hesitated, already knowing how he’s going to react.

Crossing his arms, he waits for you to elaborate.

“When I was mugged last month, someone stepped in and beat the mugger unconscious. He gave me back my purse afterwards and told me I needed to be more careful.”

“Yeah, I know. You told me about the mugging-“

“Right, but I didn’t tell you that eventually, I pieced together who he was. His license fell out of his pocket. He later found out and went to my place to retrieve it.”

“You know the name and address of the guy who saved you from getting mugged?”

“Yeah,”

“And it’s the same guy that gave you this business card?”

���Yes, and there’s something else too.”

“You’ve go to be kidding me,”

“He’s been following me for the past month,”

“What the hell, Y/N? Why have you been keeping this shit from me? It’s important information.”

“What? You have a crush on him or something?” He adds with a tinge of jealousy in his tone.

“No, I don’t have a crush on him. I just don’t see him as a threat.”

“The guy is a psycho,”

“Other may say the same about you,” you retort.

His eyes narrow at you as he comes around the counter until he was directly in front of you.

“You’re defending him?” He seethes.

“This is why he felt comfortable enough to swing by your house in the first place.” He adds.

“I’m not defending him necessarily. I just understand him is all.”

He sighs at your words.

“While we’re still clearing the air, is there anything else you want to tell me?” He questions.

“Are you actually upset with me, Frank?”

“You’re intentionally putting yourself in danger by associating yourself with him.”

“What’s his name?”

“Daredevil,” you hesistate, watching his shoulders tense.

“And you know his real name?”

You nodded.

“You know what? Don’t tell me. I’ll kill him.”

“For what?”

“The list is long but most importantly? For even looking in your direction.” The intensity of his gaze softens just a little and it made your heart skip a beat.

“Listen I me very carefully,” he starts, stepping closer to you until you were chest to chest.

“You’re going to stop enabling him to contact you. I’m going to install surveillance outside your house. And you’re going to take the classes I suggested. In that order, do you understand?”

A snarky remark was on the tip of your tongue but something told you to keep it to yourself.

“I understand,”

“If I catch you talking with him, I’ll-“

“Don’t even bother finishing that sentence, you and I both know you’re not going to do anything,” you pat his chest before stepping away to finish making your coffee.

His hand caught your wrist and pulled you into his arms. His free hand slides up your frame and wraps around your throat loosely as a warning.

“What was that you said? I’m not young to do anything? Care to repeat that, baby doll?”

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

You Can Thank Me Afterward

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Winchester!Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: none

Summary: You and your brothers stake out a town containing vampires when you come across real FBI agents looking for two criminals. When you spot them while staking out a potential nest, you see the couple they’re looking for. This gives you an excuse to contact the hot, hot FBI agent who hasn’t left your mind since she shows up at your door.

Square Filled: jennifer jareau (cmxspn crossover) for @fandombingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Sharing a motel room with your older brothers isn’t something you like doing but you’re on a tight budget and can’t always have separate rooms. Normally, you three have a routine you stick to but you’re getting fed up with them. They’ve been bickering since you arrived in Virginia and it’s starting to give you a headache.

“All I’m saying is I think we should split up. We’ll cover more ground that way. We have four houses to stake out.”

“Well don’t just think. I don’t need you lying in a ditch somewhere with all your blood sucked out or Y/N used as a blood bag for these dicks,” Dean snaps.

“Okay, while you two figure your shit out, I’m getting my own room,” you say and get up.

“What?”

“You two argue like an old married couple. I don’t want to hear it.”

Before you can take another step, someone knocks on the door. Both your brothers are on alert because there are at least a dozen vampires running amok in town, and it’s already nighttime. Anyone can be at the door. You step back to let Sam pass you, and he approaches the door with his gun in hand. He looks into the peephole and sees two people in professional clothes. He opens the door cautiously while keeping the barrel of the gun on the door just in case he needs to use it.

Who you see standing on the other side takes your breath away. There is a tall black man and a shorter blonde woman. While the black man is very attractive, you’re more attracted to the blonde. Defined cheekbones, long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. Everything you love in a woman. You don’t discriminate against the type of women you date but you have a type.

“Hi, my name is Agent Jareau with the FBI and this is Agent Morgan.” Both of them show their badges and Sam discreetly puts his gun away. “We’re asking everyone in this motel for their help.”

“What can we do for you?” Dean asks.

“We’re looking for a couple that’s staying here.” Agent Jareau takes out two photos and holds them up for you to see. “Have you seen them?”

“No, we haven’t. We just got here, unfortunately,” you say.

JJ reaches into her pocket and pulls out her agent card before holding it out to you.

“Give me a call if something comes up, okay?”

“Sure.” You clear your throat to fix your squeaky voice and take the card from her hand. “I mean, I will. Thanks.”

“These two are highly dangerous people. Be careful,” Agent Morgan says.

“We will. Thanks for stopping by.” Sam closes the door and both brothers look at you with small smirks on their faces. “What?”

“Are you gonna pick your panties up off the floor?” Dean jokes.

“Shut the fuck up.” You look at her card and can’t help but smile at her name. Jennifer Jareau. The name suits her. “Did you see how beautiful she was?”

“Maybe she’ll be around after the hunt. I should ask her to have a drink with me,” Dean says.

“Hey! I call dibs!”

“That’s not a thing.”

“It’s always been a thing.”

“You always steal the girls I think are hot.”

“Not my fault I have more rizz than you.”

“Okay, why don’t we focus on the hunt? It’s already nine. We should get going if we’re going to hit the four houses tonight,” Sam says. “It’ll take longer since we’re not splitting up, apparently.”

“I already said no. Stop talking about it,” Dean snaps.

The first house you hit is a dud. It was previously a slaughterhouse and it still has all the equipment still inside it. If vampires are staying in there, it wouldn’t be comfortable. The next place had potential until the family owning the house came back from vacation. You’re at the third location and it’s nearing one in the morning. If you’re right about this one, then vampires will be coming and going from the place. You’d see some kind of activity going on since they are very active at night.

“So, are you going to call her?” Dean asks from behind the wheel.

iHop is the only place that’s open so Dean got some food before coming here. The car stinks of pancake batter but Dean is happy.

“Maybe I will.”

“Don’t sound too desperate. Girls don’t like that. Oh, and--”

“Dean, I’m gonna stop you right there. Who was it that came to me because he was having trouble with women?” Dean immediately shuts his mouth and looks away from you, and you laugh. “I’ll be fine.”

Another two hours pass by and you see some movement out of the corner of your eye. Sam had left the car to inspect the house to make sure you’re not wasting your time but he hasn’t come back yet. You look to the right and see a couple underneath the glow of the streetlight. You don’t think anything of it until you do a double-take and immediately recognize the couple. It’s the couple Jennifer and her partner are looking for. Judging by the lack of police cars, they haven’t found them.

“Dean, look, it’s the couple those two agents are looking for,” you say and point to them.

Sam runs out from the treeline back to the car and gets in with a disappointed sigh.

“No one is living there. I might have scared the shit out of some squatters but they weren't vampires.”

“Let’s go to the next one,” Dean sighs and starts the car,

Thankfully, the noise didn’t disrupt the couple who looked to be arguing. You take out your phone and JJ’s card before calling her.

“This is Agent Jareau,” she answers.

“Jennifer, hi, it’s Y/N.” You pause. “I’m sorry, I never told you my name. You gave me your card when you asked my brothers and me if we’d seen the couple you’re looking for at the motel last night?”

“Did you see them?”

“Yeah.” You give her the location you’re at. “They’re just arguing with each other. I can’t hear what they’re saying.”

“No, don’t approach them. Thank you for calling. We got it from here.”

You don’t have a chance to say anything else before she hangs up. The call was professional but butterflies exploded in your stomach from the sound of her voice. Yeah, you’re whipped and you don’t even know her.

Dean pulls out of the parking lot without being seen and heads to the fourth and final location. If the vampires aren’t in this place, then they must have packed up and moved to a different town. However, the place is alive with action even before you get close to it. The vampires are having some sort of party that’s only exclusive to their own kind without a care in the world.

You and your brothers weren't invited but you’re always down to crash a shitty party. It took two more hours to kill them all, but you considered it a job well done at the end. Sam and Dean are exhausted but you are alive with energy. If luck is on your side tonight, then JJ and her team might still be in the same location where the couple was.

Dean has to drive by the area to get back to the motel, and you practically hit the back of his head to get him to stop when you see red and blue police sirens.

“Ow!”

“Pull over.”

Dean does and you are the only one who gets out. You never go to a hunt without a change of clothes so you’re not all bloody if you need to stop anywhere else afterward. You have on a fresh pair of jeans and a shirt when you approach the blocked-off police line. Your hair got some blood in it which is why it’s in a ponytail and stuffed inside a hat. You don’t want to scare the FBI and think you’re some kind of murderer before you have a chance to ask Jennifer out.

JJ is talking with Agent Morgan when she spots you approaching the police tape. She excuses herself and walks over to you with a smile.

“Did you catch them?”

“We did, thanks to you. They were leaving town when we caught them. Had they left, we probably would have never been able to catch them. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you smile. “So, was that your personal phone number on the card you gave me?”

“Yeah,” she blushes.

“I know this pretty great restaurant not far from here if you’re interested in properly saying thank you. Maybe tomorrow night at seven?”

“I should be the one asking you out,” she chuckles. “I’m the one that needs to thank you.”

“Don’t worry. You can thank me afterward,” you smirk.

“Okay, seven it is. I know where you’re staying so how about I pick you up?”

“It’s a date.”

You leave the area with a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach. You got a date with the hot FBI agent. Go me. Now, all you need to do is convince your brothers to stay in this town for one more night. Easy enough.

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[yuuainnie]

I just read your Midnight Masquerade Ball, and loved that story. I was wondering if I could request an Ortho x Reader, kind of like the ghost Ortho in that story. Like maybe after the events of Chapter 6, Ortho’s ghost was able to follow the Reader back to Ramshackle? Romantic please if you don’t mind. 🙏🏻💖

Midnight Masquerade Ball

[ Ortho? route : Sequel unlocked ]

Time setting: Book 6

the event with the magic mirror have been months ago, and you barely remember that it happened. Beside you thought it's just idia updating new things to Ortho processor that's why he don't remember why under the safe mode and whatnot.

But after some event where you encounter over blot of almost all dorm leader. You who hangout with the shroud when deuce and ace are in their dorm suddenly look at the two brothers while eating chips.

"At this point I'm not surprised if you two overblot. Its trending for house warden after all."

"... Yuuchi can you not curse us like that?! Don't raise death flag! You don't understand how serious that matter of blot is! It's a rare occurrence too!" Somehow idia words made you wonder how come his sounding like someone who's quite expert with such topic.

"Ahaha. If that's the case, here yuu~" Ortho laugh as he think that your words seems quite interesting, but then give you an black ID card. "If that ever happened this would be useful then.".

" O-ortho... Is that... Why are you giving yuuchi that card?!"

"Is it the famous black credit card that can pay for anything."

"Nope."

"Boring. Not interested then." Even so your joking about the black credit card. Ortho still give you the card and you have no choice but take it and made it to a bookmark for the potion class, then proceed to forget about it. You don't really think much about it. Till one day, grim and every people that overblot have been kidnapped. It was something...

" MY HOUSE! MY HOUSE I WORK MY ASS OFF!!" You cried dramatically, with full tears as you look at your broken wall and broken roof. Those blood bastards can't just ask nicely and not destroy your place? Good things never last!! Fuel by the thought that you will get grim back as well get some money to pay for your house you went to look for the culprit and found yourself in the island of whore... Cough island of woe. Or land of grief.

When you arrive in the island, you were welcome by Ortho and idia. "Welcome yuu~ " Ortho wave at your direction and you wave back at him. But then remember that it's his family robots that cause your dorm to be destroyed again. You scoff, look at the two brothers with bombastic side eyes, criminals offensive side eyes and then look away. So dramatic, so perfect.

"Ahaha. Yuu is really funny nii-san." The robot android laugh at your reaction as he whisper this to his older brother, as idia sigh. Idia then ask Rook and Epel for their reason to be in the land of grief and it was for Vil skin routine. To be honest, it's very understandable as you live a few days with Vil because of event last time.

"What about you Yuu-chi why do you want to go here?" Idia stared at you, through he already have a small guess why you wanna go here. "Want to groom Grim? Or give him his car food? Ahaha."

"..." You don't reply and only give them a cold glare, you then proceed to take our your calculator and notebook. "According to my calculations, the rooftop would cause —" you start to count the billing amount that needed for be paid for the damage, he stared at you in shock as you went out of script.

"— then there's grim cat food that get destroyed. It's very expensive, you need to buy it for me, I need 10 of the amount cause you made me experience emotional damage. It's bad you know?" Obviously you will try to swindle em out of cat food money.

"Wait wait am I talking to Yuuchi or Azulchi?! Why you making me pay for things the organization don't even destroyed? Swindle in board daylight!? And here I thought those things only happens in anime!!" idia quickly catch on your drift and you can only click you tongue in disappointment.

"Nii-san, it's a rare occurrence that yuu can visit our home. Maybe we can have a tour of our place~ "

"geez. I already told earlier that this isn't a tourist place to begin with. "

"Does this include free food."

"Yup~"

"ok." Your a very simple person. Ortho proceed to tour you, Epel, and rook around the place. At least to the safe places before going to what seems to be a meeting room of super heroes with how techno advance it look. After the tour and after Rook give the beauty product, you guys were given a room to stay for a bit. While you were enjoying you stay in the room, you heard someone calling for you.

"Yuu~" it sound like Ortho... Kinda. Sound like Ortho who hit adolescent or something. Or if could be a ghost! "Hmm what. " You were currently connected to the organization wifi because Ortho seems to think that you won't have anyone to tell them off too or won't even think of doing so. Beside his right, and your going to do your daily when this voice start to bug you.

"Yuu~" the voice called again as you tried to concentrate on the game your playing. You already saw your character died in the mobile game 5vs5 and then saw your game turn into losing when when the voice keep bugging you. Even flat out laugh at you.

"The enemy was hiding behind the bush."

"..."

"Use your third skill to help you ally.... Ahah. Why did you froze yuu? Now you died in game ~ big brother would laugh at such simple mistake ~"

"shut up!!!" You finally snap after the voice seems to not shut up at all. You look around the room and found no Ortho. You froze. You honestly thought Ortho was with you, at least that's what you mind told you even so you don't hear the door open at all.

But Ortho can unlock it since his an Android of this place... Many things run in your mind but it stop when you saw the door open and you saw flaming hair run out the hallway.

"Oh.... Am I supposed to chase him..." You wonder if your a cannon fodder in horror show if you did that, but then again remembering the things you been through those months. Something like horror most been easy mode for you ,who live with ghosts.

You sigh as you went out of the room and chase the figure as you thought that Ortho seems to want to play with you. As you follow him, you went down to a place like an underground of some old temple or something.

"Why you making me go to a classic horror B plot. This is not very cool." You commented to no one. You heard a giggle in the darkness as you walk down the stairs. "then why did you still follow if you knew that will be the case?" You heard Ortho? Reply in the deepest part of this place.

"Well, I have nothing better to do. And I know you brothers very well..." At least to some extent that Idia is all bark at most cases. And Ortho won't do anything his brother won't want.

".... Do you really ?" It seems that Ortho? Took a while to say those words. As you arrive in the ground floor. You heard the sound of grief coming from the hole. It's seems to be full of phantom or ghost or both. "Ah. That hole looks very dangerous... Very Dangerous..." You mumble going near the said covered hole.

"Yuu~ your quite idiotic don't you know?" A chuckle rang out of the covered hole. Before phantom inked hands come out and reach out toward you, same type of inked hands held your legs, enabling you from running away as a ink like creature seems to sip out of the covered hole.

".........." You were too shock to move and can only stare at the golden eyes that stared at you as the first set of phantom ink hands reach to hold your right hand and give it a soft kiss on the back of your palm. "Cheesy." Was the words you left out after the gentleman like miss from this phantom.

" Ahaha. Yuu~ your really interesting. Usually people would scream from fright or faint don't you think?" Ortho? Seems to enjoy your reaction but you can't really see his face, only his eyes.

"Who said I'm not frightened? Ah. My processor takes a long time to process my fear. I probably would faint any minute now." You rolled your eyes, making a haft joke statement— at least that's what you thinking as your brain finally realize the scenario. You fainted and your body fall toward the phantom because of gravity.

When your body get expose to more of the phantom ink, a bit of it start to become cold. But it's not noticeable as Ortho? Poke your unconscious form. "People of another world are really something else..." He seems to think about what to do with you.

.

.

When you open your eyes, you found yourself in white place. It's so bright, discord light mode is embarrassed. You look around the place and saw the same version of Ortho you saw from the masquerade ball a few months back.

"Prefect Yuu~" Ortho? Called out to you and you stared at him. Looking like a hawk looking at it's prey or an eye candy.

"Wow the genes of shroud sure is something else." You shamelessly compliment him. His quite good looking. Or at least that's what your mind telling you, this is probably a weird ass dream.

Usually in dreams you cant look at something far too long or it be distorted but you been looking at Ortho? For a while and he seems to stay as he is. Smiling while looking at you.

"...oh. This isn't a dream... I most be dead then." Your quite a optimistic (not) "not yet, it's called spirited away ~" he chime in. Sometimes he wonder just how think things so simple. But then again he remembers how you tease him when you two finally meet. It's really... Been a while.

"Oh. Are you H*ku and I'm ch*hiro then?" You made some illegal reference to a brand that's not sponsored and not related to Disney.

"What's that."

"Nothing." You quickly change the topic before you get lawsuit. "So what now?" You wonder why your spirited away by Ortho? To begin with. Now that you think about it. How come there's this Ortho and there's an Android Ortho? "Are you twins with android Ortho." You unconsciously ask out loud.

"Nope. My brother made him after I died. He was quite depress."

"........" This guy just said the most depressing thing and he still smile a out it. "Oh." You don't know what to say at least. What can you really say to a dead person? It's not like you can say condolences, it's an event from years back before you were here.

And thinking about what happened to earlier and what android Ortho said "or you'll end up like me."

When talking about phantom frozen in the eyes. His death probably cause by phantom. Basing that shroud family seems to run an organization for blots.

He probably died when young, hence the young looking appearance of android Ortho. ... Still what does it mean if you manage to solve the possible reason of his death and whatnot? You can't really say anything to a ghost to comfort about something like that, now can't you?

Wait ghost... Ghost... Evil spirit ... Hmmm.. why does that sound familiar.

..

"AHHH YOUR THE ONE WHO CAUSE ME TO BE SICK AND FORCE TO DRINK THOSE HORRIBLE MEDICINE!!" You pointed at him like it's the worse criminal and the worse offense he have done to you.

"But those medicine are really good for you, Yuu."

"Say that to my face if you can drink it with a straight face."

"..." It seems that he also can't drink it and have horrible memories of it. It most been one of his medicine he drink when his still alive. "Sorry." He apologize to you.

"Sorry too. I don't mean to yell." You felt bad when he apologize to you. "It's ok, I can see your point. Beside what can I help out with the shroud little ghost prince?" You don't get why he dragged you to be spirited away, based on the understanding on the event. There's probably a war going on the surface.

"I learn that Prefect Yuu is one of those helpful people in the world of twisted wonderland. Helping those who experience blot..." He start to flatter you with compliment you wonder what he wants from you really. "... Being compliment by a handsome guy makes me embarrassed." You honestly don't know what to say. Even so you know he probably will ask a favor from you. It's still not normal to get good words from good looking people.

Especially in this world. They rather talk shit in front of you than say something good. If they did, it's not cause one want to escape being punish by their dorm leader ( Ace) "ahaha. Seeing Prefect Yuu embarrassed is quite a cute sight. I can see why you want to tease Ortho before." Laughing seems so normal for him as you always hear it.

"Hmm. Well I like to tease your brother too cause your flame hair looks very cool with how it change color based on what you felt." You who been around the shroud have finally discovered the amazing hair color that will happen if trigger by emotion. It's quite funny. Idia doesn't think your funny when your deliberately do it through but doesn't say much cause your quite shameless and you three are quite close. "I don't see why you have to tease me to see my reaction. I don't think I look that funny to be an amusing sight." You sigh.

"Well I want to see your reaction Yuu, since this one of the rare occurrence I can see you face to face... At least as face to face as I can get." The white space around you two change into idia room. You look around and wonder if it's just and illusion or not. "I can only watch you from afar... I always wish that this day would come faster... " He reach out to you, you look at his hand that seems to be melting into ink, you reach out to intertwined your hand with him, his hand are cold and sticky cause of the ink. But he seems real enough to be called a ghost. "Ah. I have stalker... " You laugh as you take what you understand what he mean by that. He was taken back by what you take on what he just said, a bit of his hair have turn pink. "Little stalker, did you watch me all the time? Like watch me without privacy? Ah, you don't happen to be one of those ghost who—"

"no!! I don't d-do that... " His hair have turn pink now because of what you just said. The smile on your face seems so annoying to him as you began to counter his approach to you. He tried to move his hand away to hide his face but you refuse to let go of him. You shamelessly held his other hand to make sure he will not hide his face that seems to be so embarrassed and really cute sight to see.

"How would I believe you? The Ortho I know keep telling me about how my browser history is going to hell bound me. Since Ortho is probably based on you. Your probably worse." You were just bluffing, at least you wish you were. Android Ortho did peak on your browser history one time since you connected on their dorm wifi and he get curious what type of things you like to make sure he can be a good host. What he saw open his eyes and realize that you really are something else.

"I-im not... Geez... Ortho really..." He mumble to himself as if cursing his other brother about putting him in such situations. You think it's quite adorable he think android Ortho seems be treated as family still by original Ortho. "Hmm. I was just kidding. " You think teasing him might make him explode, you about to let go of his hand but he unconsciously refuse to let you go.

"Prefect... Don't let go yet..." He seems like a puppy that being bullied, by taking his favorite away. Holding the hand of the living, it felt weird but it's nice. He don't want to let go. Especially that he have limited time to do so. "Ah...fine." seeing how he acting pitiful like begging you to continue to held his hand. It made your heard ( ba-bump ) and flustered because your quite weak to good looking people.

You two stayed in a situation of just holding each other hand, you really wonder what he wanted from you. At least you know that you only meet him once. but he seems to know you very well. "Ortho..." You wanted to ask him something when his hand slowly let go of yours. "Yuu... I wanted to spend more time like this with you... But it seems my plan did not work... " He mumble, his eyes full of sadness.

"I-... " He wanted to say something but can't find himself to say it. He wonder if saying it will do anything. He believes that his just wasting his time, wasting his limited resources to do something selfish. But... This was the only time where the two of you are in a close approximate. Because his soul is in the underworld and you whos sleeping beside the gate of underworld, made him take the chances of being able to meet you again.

Even so, his older brother who have saw your almost cold body sleeping peacefully almost breathless begone to worry, even when the good guys want to save you who seems to enter a deep slumber. Where your soul is not within your body. Because he taken it to spend time with you, because of being selfish to spend more time with you.

He can't understand his self. His not living, why is he infuriating with a living that don't even belong in this world...

Maybe, maybe because you don't belong in this world. If your time have run out... You won't be able to meet him in the underworld. Because your soul doesn't belong to this world. Because this might the only chance he can get. Many thoughts comes in his mind, his form melted even more into ink.

"You like me?" You blurted out what he wanted to say. He found himself meek. He can only nod because he can't find his voice to say anything.

"Ohhhh... " You don't actually think he would agree in your question. Now you found yourself even more embarrassed. The sound of your heart seems to be so loud. "A-ahm.. i-is t-thats s-so... " You start to shutter on your words. You really don't know what to say. You want to question him why he even like you. There's not much to like about you.

"Ortho have told me, lot of things about you, I become curious and look at you who always hang out with Ortho and big brother...." He stared straight to your eyes.

"I wonder what's about you that made my big brother comfortable to open his heart to befriend someone, to spend time with someone that's his family.... I was worried and wanted to see you for myself that's why I appear before you in the masquerade ball. But I found myself deep in a trenches... " Staring at you, he can't help but feel even more sad. Because what he feel is impossible, the story of the two of you will not end in such happy ending because you are of the living and from another world. And he, who's time have long run out and can only roam the underworld. Belong to this world and lock In this pit of abyss. There's no escape. There's no chances, there's no miracle. There's no love story for a villain and selfish one.

He thought as he realize your slowly waking up. Leaving him from this place. Time is running out. If there's no more chances like this. He will take each of second as he can to the fullest and be swallowed in an illusion made by this moment for eternity in this lonely abyss.

"Yuu of another world. " He begin. "I found myself falling for living being like you." He finally confess. He saw your feet is slowly fading, you don't seems to notice as you were mesmerize by him. "C-can I ask if I c-can k-kiss you...!?" Since there might no chances like this. He is going to be shameless.

"O-oh... O-ok...!" You don't actually process what his saying as you are hearing yelling of multiple voices to weak up. But since you agreed. He smiled and reach to give a kiss, you were taken back the feeling of something against your lips but you can't response back as he back away and say "

I wish I can spend more time with you... But it's good bye for now, Yuu... I love you, please take care of my brothers~" There's a sad smile on his face as you finally fade from that place and your soul return to your body. When you disappear from in front of him, the illusion disappear, his form distorted into a monster, into a phantom. Yet for a monster his tears seems to be falling like his human when his not.

... You wake up and realize you were sleeping for a while. Idia have found you unconscious, his brother told him, the underworld have swallowed your soul. They have to open the gate and take your soul from the underworld or else you'll be stuck and die. His brother lied to him. Telling it was the underworld fault when it was him who did it. His brother believe him, there was a fight but when he found himself defeated like a final boss, others have questions him where did you go and he told him.

Your soul have been spirited away to the underworld and his trying to free you ( as well his dead brother who have turn into a phantom, to complete his family) now that the underworld have been close, he wonder if you can still wake up. The time you spend in the underworld is only a few minutes, but in the real world it was days that have been pass. The only reason why you wake up was because Ortho have let you go back, he don't want to see his big brother in distress.

"Yuuchi that's very uncool of you to sleep like your some sleeping beauty. But let's just ask where's the other part of the sentence on you?hihihi." Idia laugh as he try to act tough again. His happy to see that your awake. "So what did Yuu dream about?" Ortho ask you who's lying on the bed, sick once again because of what happened. You felt very weak, so dreadful. You felt like dying is better than drinking those bitter medicine Ortho want to feed you or the feeling that makes you uncomfortable.

"A handsome guy confess to me and kiss me." You told them. They both look at you like you said the most big ass lie in the world. "sureeeee.... You should drink more medicine. I think your brain have been little moldy..." Ortho pat your head.

"I thought only normies that's age of a young children dream such fairy tale. Ehehe... What a laughable thing to say Prefect." Idia saw this a time to tease you. You can only frown and smack Ortho hand away. Those bastard did not believe you! "You two are really mean!!" You pout, you want to return those bastard of a friend who don't believe that dream is real. But there's no refund at all. Your stuck with them. You heard a third giggle in the room. You froze you look at the two who seems to saw how your looking like you see a ghost.

"What's wrong Yuu? Did you see the dream prince charming of you? Still not fully awake? Ahaha..." That Idia is making fun of you but your eyes went to the person laughing between him and Ortho. "......................" You long stare and silent while looking at the air between him and his brother made idia freak out thinking your looking at something they can't see.

"W-wait.. w-wait... Y-you... T-theres..." Idia is too scared to turn around. "Where? Is there supposed to be someone here?" Ortho look but can't see what you see. It made the spirit or whatnot your looking at smile in amusement, and even went to blow wind to the back of his older brother neck. "GHAYYYYY W-WHAT WAS THAT!?" Idia scream like a chicken, and went to hide behind you, who's shorter than him.

"Y-YUU WHAT WAS THAT?!" He shakes you. It's very uncool of him but he can't see makes him unable to justify what he should treat the entity. "My prince charming." You smiled. "His going to bully you cause you bullying me " you jested. The phantom chuckle, he doesn't disagree in your words.

"Yuu is the reason you get spirited away was because a soul from the underworld have fallen for you? That's very an odd story. What a rare case." Ortho wonder who's this ghost. Idia who's hiding behind you tried to calm down by thinking it's just a plot of a novel. Just as he think that. He wonder what type of person that's inside the gate of underworld can take your soul aways quite freely. As far he knows the only people who can access the gate is from his family—

"....." He suddenly realize something, he stop hiding from behind you. He went to where he was standing before, where your looking at, looking at the ghost who's looking at his living big brother who tried to find where the soul of his brother is standing at. "Could it be..." He wanted to know but he can't see what you see. He wonder if your lying but he don't want to think it's a lie. He don't want to believe what you said is a lie. He want to believe in a lie because he still want to spend more time with both his brothers.

"O-ortho..." He called out to the ghost who walks pass him without knowing and seat beside in your bed looking amuse at his brother who thought his talking to him. He seems quite entertain. "Ah, the one who spirited away Yuu is phantom Ortho..." The android suddenly understand. He seems to not think the situation is odd. He felt it's just matter of time. It seems that the brothers have similarity to this extent.

He thought while looking at you and his older brother who's sobbing and talking about something to the ghost Ortho. You long have rest back to the soft pillows. It was the rare chance you can take the whole bed of idia. Your quite shameless. The bed is too soft and nice to sleep at after all. Ghost Ortho rest beside you, looking at you, reaching out to held your hand even so it's impossible. He pretend to sleep beside you as you close your eyes. Feeling quite tired.

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He thought that he won't ever see you again. But he found himself in a spirit form roaming around, he thought his dreams have consumed him but he saw his big brother room where your sleeping with your friends walking in to visit you. Then saw you awake and talking to your friends. He once again a third point viewer of everything you do. He watch in silent as he did because no one can see him. No one would know it. It's seems better than being struck in the underworld till who knows when.

When his older brother played in his computer he seat on the bed and watch you sleep peacefully. He wonder smiled thinking this would be enough. Even so it's not. His greedy, he wanted to be with you even such false belief. He tried to held your hand but his hand always went pass it. How depressing. But when you finally well to drink your medicine on your own. He saw you staring straight into his eyes, as if looking at him. He believes it's a miracle or an illusion then if it's the latter he don't want it to end. Let him be swallow in such delusions.

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A/N: hello! It been years since I return to this Tumblr blog of mine. Here is the request thats ask by you last February 8 2025. I don't know if this sequel you ask have been serve well with this one. I don't know how I use to write for this blog and I just gotten back to twist fandom after watching book 7. I might write more stories of shroud soon! And another part for this one if requested. Thank you for requesting!!

The reason why You doesn't get effected by the gate of underworld like Vil and riddle did in the OG story is because Yuu is not from this world and the logic and law of the world won't effect them in full blast like resident of this world.

[darkeunology]

♡ CM Kink Bingo 2024 Masterlist ♡

All works on this list will be for the Criminal Minds kink bingo 2024 hosted by @cmkinkbingo2024, it goes without saying that all works on this masterlist are 18+, all warnings will be tagged on the individual work.

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The bingo card I'm aiming to complete is linked here. Characters for the certain fics and prompts used may change over time, right now they are just general ideas to help me not feel too overwhelmed. I'm also going for a full house on the bingo card if I can.

Dirty Little Secret - Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid x Reader - Friends with Benefits, Caught in the act, Oral sex

Say You'll Remember Me - Derek Morgan x Reader - Drinking/Drunkenness, One Night Stand

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Period Sex, Vanilla - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Lingerie, Breeding Kink, Free Space (Breathplay), Possession/Marking, Dom/Sub - Aaron Hotchner x reader

Tattoos/Tattooing, Orgasm denial/control, Edgeplay, Bondage - Spencer Reid x Reader

Double penetration, Facesitting, Punishment, Dirty Talk - Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Consensual Non-consent, Somnophilia/Sleep sex - Derek Morgan x Reader

Erotic Dance - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Dry Humping - Spencer Reid x Reader

Mutual Masturbation - Spencer Reid x Reader

Again, these may change overtime, and requests are open if anyone has another idea for any of these prompts.