#i got a couch for my office it is so cozy!!!! and i put my setup in here finally!! i feel so professional rn
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texting everyone i know âyou guys im getting a new cat today!!!â even though theyre all working right now bc im simply so excited
#now if only someone could share my excitement rn#but alas everyone is working#weâre picking her up later this afternoon after bf is done w work#so until then i will play sdv in my new revamped office i finished literally last night#i got a couch for my office it is so cozy!!!! and i put my setup in here finally!! i feel so professional rn#cancer season is off to a fantastic start so far. ty cancers for the good energy
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Shift in the Routine
Authorâs Note: Vibes are up from episode one of Hard Knocks starring Batman but I really wanted to write something angsty.
Part II
The morning started off with an entire 16 oz cup full of coffee spilling all over the kitchen floor. The brown puddle continued to spread and you watched in horror as the caramel frappuccino youâd just spent the last 20 minutes carefully curating to perfection went to waste. Then, your apartment key got stuck in the door, snapping in half so you had to make a call to your lovely landlord who charged you $150 to replace the key, and get the maintenance guy to come in and get your old key out. There went the money that you wanted to use to splurge on lunch.
Just when you thought youâd turned a corner for the better when you got off work early, your best friend Rachel called in a panic, putting an immediate end to the relaxing afternoon you had planned.
âHi babe! I need you to do me a huge favor.â
You sighed, mentally saying goodbye to the Netflix binge on the couch with a fluffy blanket you were desperately looking forward to. âWhatâs up?â
She chuckles softly, breathing out a sound of relief that you were willing to help. âYou know youâre my favorite person in the world, right?â
âWhat do you need Rach?â You bite out, your patience mostly nonexistent after such an awful day. Even her best attempt at buttering you up wouldnât fix it.
âOkay, okay jeez. Who pissed in your cereal this morning? Anyways, I need you to run to my office and grab my other laptop. The one I have with me died and the tablet just isnât cutting it right now,â you can hear her whispering to someone while you wait on the other end of the line for further instructions, âtexting you the address as we speak.â
Your destination was 48 minutes away from her office, much closer to your job. Rachel owed you. Big time. âFine. Be there in an hour.â You hung up a little in the midst of hearing her say âthank youâ for the sixth time.
Rachel was an interior designer, working on some top secret project with a client for the last year, whose identity she refused to reveal, that was until today when she clearly had no choice. Sheâd apparently asked the client if it was ok for you to come to the house and they were clearly cool with it because the gate opened and the mansion you were faced with was unlike anything youâd ever seen. Every part of you wished youâd worn nicer clothes to work today.
Before you could even knock, your friend opened the door and ushered you in, plugging the laptop into one of the kitchen outlets and pulling up whatever she needed, thanking you again for saving her ass.
You looked around the room, exquisite marble covered the countertops, super cozy looking white swivel chairs and every square inch of the place just screamed luxury. âWho the hell lives here alone? Head of the mafia?â
Rachel snorts out a laugh, typing away without looking up at you.
âNot exactly,â a male voice is heard behind you, scaring you a little. And that makes Rachel laugh even more. âI assume youâre Rachelâs friend y/n.â
No fucking way.
You glance at Rachel before turning around to face him, nodding your head. âIâm so sorry your highness, youâre moreâŚKing of the Jungle, right? The mafia is more of a Bills thing.â All the secrecy made sense now and you turn towards her, your eyes full of disbelief.
âYou signed an NDA didnât you? Because I know youâre the worldâs worst secret keeper and youâve worked for the Bengals starting quarterback for a year and I havenât heard a peep. Wait,â you look at him again, âdoes this mean I have to sign one?â
âWould you like to?â Joe deadpans, a hint of amusement pokes out behind his rigid exterior. He looks even better in person, you think to yourself.
âI have always wanted to sign one but Iâve never really been in the position to do that. But nowâŚâ
âNow youâre being ridiculous,â Rachel cuts in, âheâs not gonna make you sign anything, you donât even know the gate code.â
Waving her off for ruining your fun, you grab your keys and get ready to head home when Joeâs voice stops you in your tracks for the second time in the last 20 minutes.
âYou donât want water or anything before you go? I have an entire fridge just for Voss water. The glass bottles.â His voice is so relaxed, a calming energy surrounds him and he delivers his words with such a casual tone like itâs not one of the most absurd things youâve ever heard.
âAre you being serious?â
âNo! Iâm kidding,â he laughs, a genuine hearty sound that you hope to never forget. You need to leave this fortress as soon as humanly possible before you find yourself attracted to the way the man breathes.
Rachel has long forgotten the two of you are in the room, completely in the zone while deciding between white oak and alder so the gorgeous man walks you out. Has he always been this tall? âRich and funny. Itâs very nice to meet you Joe.â
Heâs about to let you leave, but he doesnât want to regret not going for it. âWould youâmaybe want to um, see each other again? When youâre having less of a bad day? I promise there will be no coffee involved, just a little dinner?â This is a stark difference from his earlier nonchalance, you can tell heâs trying to keep the nerves at bay.
âYou heard all of that?â You look at him wide-eyed. Of course Joe freaking Burrow heard you complaining about spilling coffee everywhere and damaging your keys, not your finest moments. And somehow, none of that deterred him from asking you out. âIâd love to. Rachel can give you my number and Iâll see you soon?â
âYes, definitely.â
Dinner turned into dinner and a movie which turned into several nights of ordering in. That became FaceTime dates when he would travel across the country, helping him pick out clothes to wear for his foundationâs golf tournament or getting up at ungodly hours to answer his calls during Paris Fashion Week. Then he came home to lock in for the season but not before giving you a jump scare by randomly buzzing and bleaching his hair. Everything you thought you knew about him from the media or via word of mouth living the city, was nothing compared to actually getting to be with him. He was funny and kind and the most caring person in the world and you really owed Rachel your entire life for asking you to drop off that laptop.
Admittedly, you were nervous going into the season. Youâd seen him go down last year in Baltimore, watching on tv like every other fan feeling helpless as his season ended. Now youâd seen first hand how much work had gone into not only getting him back to what he was before but transforming him into a better version of what he once was. And routine was everything. Workouts and meals were scheduled down to meticulous detail, meetings with his nutritionist and strength trainer happened frequently and the closer you got to week 1 the more dialed into the process he was. You just tried your best to navigate the controlled chaos.
Friday evening before you drove home after work, you made a pit-stop at Joeâs to drop something off. Having already decided that you were staying at your place for the rest of the weekend as to not be distraction, you placed your surprise in the fridge feeling proud of yourself before closing the door, meeting your boyfriend face to face.
âOh my god, you scared the shit out of me!â You playfully smacked his chest as he grabs onto your hands, enveloping you in a warm embrace. âI didnât think Iâd see you. Thought youâd be up to your eyebrows in New England film right now.â
âTook a break to grab a snack,â he sidesteps you to get to the fridge, taking a look inside before he spots the item you just placed in there. âWhat are these?â
You nod toward the tupperware in his hand, âopen it.â
Joe carefully takes off the lid, looking at the contents inside like a kid on christmas morning, recognizing the look of his favorite dessert, with a twist.
âTheyâre protein pumpkin pie cups. The bottom is peanut butter.â
âTwo of my favorite things. Well, three now, including you. Thank you.â You want to pretend to have a toothache at how sweet heâs being but instead you stand on your toes, inching your way up to kiss him on the lips and when you pull away to stand at your normal height he sneaks another kiss, pressing one onto the side of your head. Itâs getting late and you really donât want to leave, but you canât mess up his routine. The next time you see him is after the loss, heâs understandably disappointed but also a little relieved to shake some of the rust off and come back more relaxed the next game.
Slowly but surely the losses piled up and they added more weight to his often slumped shoulders. You tried to lighten the load by being a constant presence, reminding him of how well he was playing, but the once comfortable, homey atmosphere that Joe created for you became tense. Long conversations about how the team could be better turned into shrugs, âI donât knowsâ and exhausted sighs.
And now? The team was 4-8.
Youâd been staying at Joeâs since the bye week ended just to make sure he wasnât isolating himself and completely consumed by football. When he came home after the Steelers game you could instantly tell it was going to be a long night. As soon as he set foot in the door he dropped his bag off and headed up to his office without giving you so much as a glance.
Dinner was cold by the time he emerged again two hours later. You didnât want to say the wrong thing. And you also didnât want to just sit there and say nothing. The elephant in the room was doubling in size by the minute. âJoe, youââ
âIf youâre about to say I played well you can justâŚnot. I fumbled the ball twice and threw a pick. Three turnovers isnât exactly a recipe for success.â
You closed your eyes, trying to come up with something that would get him to see things the way you did. âI know that, but you still fought your way back and you guys were so close to completing the comeback.â
His adamâs apple bobs uncomfortably slow as he swallows some of his frustration. None of this was your fault and he knew that. He just, really didnât want to talk about it anymore today. Heâd discussed it with the team, with coaches, the media. The game had ended long ago and he was still having to explain himself. Glancing at the clock, he let you know he was heading to bed and he was justâŚgone. No hug, no kiss on the cheek or anything. Which usually wouldnât have bothered you but then you found him fast asleep with his back facing you. You climbed in behind him, treating him like the little spoon as you wrapped your arms around him but he easily removed himself from your grasp, covering himself with the blanket, mumbling something about not feeling like cuddling tonight. You had this overwhelming urge to cry so you turned away from him, squeezing your eyes shut, begging sleep to overtake you.
Waking up the next morning, you decide to shake off whatever that was last night. You texted Joeâs chef and asked him what was on the menu for tonight, thinking that a good meal and some lighthearted conversation was just the thing he needed. The work day was long and frustrating, some random sponsors came in to do some long winded presentation about the new health guidelines which was about as entertaining as watch Geno Stone miss tackles. One thing was motivating you to get through it and that was Morgan, Joeâs chef texting you that he would have everything ready when you got home and all you had to do was put your finishing touches on the evening.
All of the food was prepped, the table was set, candles lit and all you needed was Joe. You wait 45 minutes for him to walk in the door, looking surprised. âWhat is all this?â
âNothing special, I just figured we could eat together before watching Monday Night Football in bed.â
The look on his face isnât promising. âI already ate at the facility,â Joe says regretfully. Heâs met with silence and itâs uncomfortable, worrying. âHow was work?â
âI texted you,â your voice hardens, âtwice. No response.â
âWasnât near my phone all day. We had a team meeting, guys said things that were on their minds and we had an open and honest conversation. Iâm sorry I didnât see it.â
You close your eyes, really trying not to cry about something so small. âRight, ok. How did your meeting go?â
âIt was fine,â he shrugs, not divulging any other details and it irks you even more. Joe catches you massaging your temples, a clear sign that youâre stressed. âYou alright?â
âIâm fine,â you echo his words, hoping he gets the hint, âhad a long day.â
The quarterback places his hands on your shoulders, hoping to ease the tension in your posture. âDo you want to talk about it?â
âThatâs rich,â you mumble.
âHm?â
You grab his hands and pry them off of you. âI said thatâs rich. You know, coming from you.â
He looks irritated but keeps his voice even, âwhat is that supposed to mean?â
âIt means you want me to open up and talk about my feelings when youâve been an emotional brick wall the last couple weeks! I can barely get two words out of you. Joe, Iâm trying babe. I respect your time and your space, I never stay the night on Saturdays or ask you do anything past 8pm and you still shut me out. Why is that?â
âYou donât think that doing all of this is a little much right now? Everyone wants something from me all the time. I just need a second to think, on my own. And I get it, youâre trying to help but youâre always here, pestering me about little things. I really donât need you breathing down my neck and smothering me this week.â
You stare at him for a while, processing every word he just said.
Youâre pestering him.
Youâre smothering him.
Breathing down his neck.
Thatâs why he didnât want you to hold him last night. He thinks youâre too needy, too clingy.
Youâd done the one thing youâd been telling yourself you wouldnât do. You had disturbed his peace, messed up his flow. In trying to be helpful and proactive, you had actually gotten more in the way. And he didnât want you here right now. Heâd just made that painfully clear.
âNo youâre right,â you tell him, in your most normal tone, âIâll stop with the questions. You probably have stuff to do so Iâm gonna clean this stuff up.â
Joe nods simply, heading upstairs to crack open the Dallas film. A few stray tears escape your eyes as soon as heâs gone. You gave yourself 10 minutes to have a little cry and then the leftovers were placed in the fridge, dishes put away, candles blown out and everything back in its rightful place. Then you headed upstairs to Joeâs room to pack your stuff. He clearly needed space from you and you werenât going to stay anywhere you werenât wanted. Carefully placing all of your bags in the car, you took a shuddering breath before putting the keys in the ignition.
He woke up out of his sleep around 4am looking for you, feeling the cold space where your body was supposed to be. Chalking it up to you maybe having slept in one of the guest rooms after the tense conversation from earlier, he turned over and went back to sleep. You knew you had a problem, tossing and turning aimlessly, growing accustomed to being next to him, literally proving his point. The honeymoon phase was over and you desperately needed to pull it together.
âYou donât need to freak out, every couple goes through a rough patch,â Rachel tries to reassure you, digging into her bowl of popcorn as you lay face first, mumbling into your pillow. âBabe I canât understand a word youâre saying.â
It feels like thereâs a ton of bricks weighing you down after one disagreement. âRach you didnât hear what he said. And the way he looked at me. He hasnât even called or texted or anything. And Iâm not texting him, that would be smothering or pestering or everything else he said. God I just, I donât know.â
She hated to see you struggling like this. âJust give yourself some time and youâll eventually know the right thing to do. You two are annoyingly into each other and those genuine feelings donât go away because of a stress filled heated moment.â
She was right, all you needed to do was give him space. You dove face first into your job, attending every meeting five minutes early and staying later to get ahead on the next dayâs to-do list. Joe did eventually text late in the afternoon, asking if you were coming over for dinner but you told him you had a work thing.
By day three of you having âwork stuff,â Joe was calling bullshit. All of your responses were either dry, a simple âyesâ or ânoâ or you kept it short and sweet. And he didnât like it. Even though he prided himself in being able to compartmentalize, at home it felt empty and void of color and joy without you. Heâd pushed you away and embarrassingly said some things that he didnât even really mean, he just lashed out of exasperation and now he hadnât heard the sound of your voice in almost 80 hours.
He needed to fix this.
âCan open the door? We need to talk.â He sounded out, in between semi frantic knocks on your door.
Slowly cracking it open, you let him in. âWhat do we need to talk about?â
His hair is messy and still slightly wet, like he ran here immediately after a shower. Seemed like this couldnât possibly wait another second. âIâm sorry. I said things I shouldnât have. I was upset because youâre right. The other night,â he sighs, running a hand through his hair, âyou called me out and I didnât want to admit you had a point so I dug myself a hole. And Iâm so sorry for hurting you.â
You wanted to melt into his arms and forgive him. You wished it was that easy. But his words just kept playing over and over in your mind. âI appreciate the apology.â
âSoâŚyouâll come home with me?â
âJoe I am home. And you haveâa strict sleeping schedule. Itâs getting late, Iâm sure youâre tired.â
He wonders quietly how long youâve been like this, giving robotic, monotone responses like youâre just saying things that you think he wants to hear. âIt is getting late, but Iâve gotten so used to you being next to me that I donât sleep as well when youâre gone.â
âReally? Cause I thought I was smothering you. Or what was the other one? Oh right, breathing down your neck.â
âBabe, I didnât mean it like that.â
âWell you still said it! And now Iâm wondering if Iâm too much for you or how you had to drive over here instead of going home and getting your rest trying my best to be what you need,â you pause, looking at him through watery eyes, âI donât know if Iâm cut out for this.â
He seems visibly shaken, hesitantly steps toward you, reaching out to hold your hand to make your not going to disappear into thin air and leave him on his own. âWhâwhat you mean?â
âI just, I really think Iâm the one that needs some space. To figure out where the hell I even fit into all this. If I still want to fit into all this. Iâm not saying I want to breakup I just thinkâyouâre in a really pivotal time in the season and I donât want to get in the way.â
Joe gives your hand a squeeze, âyouâre never in the way. Actually itâs the opposite, I just wasnât appreciative enough of everything youâve done for me this year. But if you want space then, take all the time you need.â He swallows the lump in his throat and presses his lips to your forehead, uttering out that heâll be waiting until youâre ready.
You take a step away from him as his soft lips linger on your skin whispering, âJoeâŚcan you please go?â
He nods, slowly closing the door behind him. You imagine him walking away, climbing into his Porsche and heading home alone. Maybe this is how it should be, him over there, you here.
Tonight almost hurts more than the last time, so much so that the tears wonât even come. Youâre justâŚnumb. But you need this space to see if this life is something youâre ready to commit to. Because the last thing you want to be is another thing on his schedule.
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hi babe!! Could I get land of the snow with flirty!reader with aaron hotchner and 001.âunder the mistletoe, placed sneakily above a doorframe. please?
Aaron has noticed your smile hiding behind your current holiday romance book. He canât say why youâre smiling, just that you mostly always are.
The BAU are having an easy day, a day where thereâs mostly paperwork and being as diligent as you are, you hardly have anything to do.
So youâre hiding out in Hotchâs office to avoid the stack of sheets that are on one Derek Morganâs desk.
âIs it your book?â He asks quietly, eyes flickering up at you before back to the sheet in front of him.
âWhat?â You stretch your legs on his couch, Aaron canât help but track the movement.
âYour smile, is it because of your book?â
You shake your head. âI just like it in here.â
Aaron raises an eyebrow at that. Youâre not being covert in the slightest, but you never have been.
âIn my office?â
You nod, sitting up and standing. âYeah, I have nice things to look at.â
Aaron feels too old to blush, yet it happens anyway. Itâs the wrong thing to do because like a shark that senses blood you go in a frenzy.
You cross the room and sit on his desk.
âStop it.â Aaron mutters, fighting an even fiercer blush as you straighten his tie.
âIâm not even doing anything. But how about lunch, handsome?â
When you tuck your cheek and touch his chest like that, like your fingertips have all the power to convey your love, how can he deny you?
You smile as he stands, moving to the door and as it opens you gasp.
âWould you look at that!â You practically skip over to Aaron whoâs looking above his head with fond exasperation all over his face.
âYouâve got issues.â Aaron mumbles, letting you put your hands on his chest as you cozy up next to him.
âYou can solve all of them, you know.â You bat your eyes at him and smile. âYouâre not one to break tradition are you, honey?â
Aaron rolls his eyes as he leans down and pecks your lips.
Derek and Emily smile, hooting a little- ever Aaronâs adult children.
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the fisher king - cm fanfic
summary: Everyone on the team had gotten 2 weeks off. Elle and Derek decided to not waste a second of it and flew away to Jamaica. Hotchner went to spend time with his family. Gideon would most likely be birdwatching in his cabin if you had to guess, he doesnât like sharing much about his personal life. Neither does Reid who is heading back home to Las Vegas. You stayed at home to relax. no one had expected the terrifying turn this vacation would take.
pairing: bau team x reader (platonic), hints/alludes at spencer reid x reader and elle greenaway x reader
cw/tw: typical cm violence, shooting, blood
word count: 8,568
a/n: basically just follows the fisher king episodes plot, english isn't my first language and im dyslexic so sorry in advance, tried to edit as best as i could! i hope this fic makes sense i dont even know anymore, enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated just dont be mean about it pls
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Everyone on the team had gotten 2 weeks off. Elle and Derek decided to not waste a second of it and flew away to Jamaica. Hotchner went to spend time with his family. Gideon would most likely be birdwatching in his cabin if you had to guess, he doesnât like sharing much about his personal life. Neither does Reid who is heading back home to Las Vegas. You had just ended up on your couch with a cozy blanket and a movie you had been meaning to watch. A sudden loud ringing made you jump up. Rubbing your eyes so they can refocus.
You had fallen asleep. You wouldâve laughed at yourself if it wasnât for the constant loud ringing. Finally, finding your phone between the blanket you picked up without looking at the caller ID. Â âY/n? Y/n?â It took a second for you to register JJâs voice as she repeated your name.
âYeah, Yeah, Iâm here is everything okay?â you asked, running a hand through your hair. âYou need to get to the office. Now.â She sounded serious.
âWhat happened?â You asked as you vaguely heard someone talk to JJ. It kind of sounded like Gideon. If he came to the office, it must be serious.
âTell me when I get there, Iâm on my way.â You said, not even waiting for her to respond to your question and you hung up. A million thoughts race through your head as you put on a work-appropriate outfit. As soon as you were ready you got in your car and drove to the bau as quickly as you could.
When you arrive JJ immediately walks up to you and starts filling you in. Elle got arrested, Gideon received a head in the mail, Hotch had a strange phone call, and she had just gotten a framed butterfly. âSo, someone is targeting the team?â Crossing your arms over your body. Youâve worked for the bau a few years now and have never experienced anything like this.
âYou didnât get anything?â JJ questioned. It was strange. âNo, I havenât.â You replied.
âHuh, thatâs strange.â She said what you were just thinking. JJ frowned, clearly trying to think of a reason why you didnât. âIâll keep my eye out for anything strange.â You nodded as you told her.
After about 30 minutes of looking over all the evidence the team had gathered so far, Elle, Morgan, and Hotch stepped out of the elevator. JJ walked up to them, so you got up and made your way over.
âVirginia? You mean that son of a bitch is from here?â This is the first thing you hear Elle say as you open the glass doors. Talking about Frank Giles.
âI donât know if heâs from here, but this is where he flew to. Arlington.â JJ started explaining as you stepped up next to her and Morgan. He gave you a nod as he acknowledged you.
âHeâs got a long criminal record. Manslaughter, robbery, rape.â She continued as she read from the file.
âWhat about the victim?â You asked crossing your arms, âMarty Harris.â Derek filled in.
âUh, heâs a two-time convicted fetish burglar, registered child sex offenderâŚâ JJ read from the other file. âAnd we have his head.â Gideon interrupted her. âCSU just positively identified the one delivered to my cabin.â
âDonât waste time on the first victims. They were unrepentant, bad men. They only got what they deserved.â Hotch spoke up. âWhat is that?â Morgan asked him.
âI got a phone call last night before you called from Jamaica.â He said looking over at Derek.
âAny mention of a âherâ?â Elle asks Hotch. âYou must help him save her.â Â he replies.
âOh, so thereâs a âhimâ now, too?â Elle responds, clearly annoyed. Which is totally reasonable after getting arrested for murder and barely having any sleep.
âI think he means Reid.â You look over at Gideon. âReid?â You and JJ both say at the same time. âWe need to regroup.â Hotch says as last, and you all walk into the office.
You, JJ, Morgan, and Gideon are sitting at the round table. Hotch stood behind you and Elle stood near the tv screen. âSo, clearly we have a psychopath intent on drawing us into his game.â Hotch said with his arms crossed. âPlaying with us.â Gideon looked at his hands on the table. âThen letâs return the favor.â Elle says.
âHe kept telling us repeatedly to save her. What âherâ?â Derek questions.
âItems heâs sent must be some kind of clues.â You nod at what Gideon says. âLetâs get them up on the board.â Hotch nods towards the board as he says that.
âI got a Nellie Fox baseball card from 1963, and I got a head in a box.â Gideon starts as JJ gets up walking up to the board. âI got a rare butterfly in a shadow box.â She says as she starts writing it down on the whiteboard. âAnd repeated messages to âsave her.ââ Hotch adds.
âI got the decapitated body.â Elle says smiling sarcastically. âAnd a nice visit to the Jamaican Police Headquarters.â
Hotch looks over to you to say what you got. âI didnât get anything.â You shrug.
âNot even a phone call?â He questions, raising an eyebrow. You shake your head. It looked as if Hotch was going to say something, but Gideon changed the subject. âReid called from Nevada. He's on the way back here with a skeleton key and a note he got, too.â.
âAnd the guys who called me said, âthe youngest holds the keyââ Hotch adds on. âThatâs Reid.â Elle says as she keeps pacing.
âOkay but wait a minute.â You look over at Derek. âUnsubs, they donât contact us this way. I mean they might taunt us, dare us to catch them, but they donât drag us into their fantasy.â
âWhy not?â JJ asks Morgan when he finishes.
âBecause their fantasies are sexual fantasies.â You answer before he can. âRight, taunting us is a show of power, but making us the object isâŚâ He tries to search for the right words, âI donât know what the hell that is.â
âThereâs something else about the baseball card.â You look back to Gideon as he starts a new theory. âNellie Fox was one of the stars of the 1959 White Sox. I went to almost every game with my father that year. Fox was my hero.â He says as he leans back in the chair. âSo, is it a coincidence that he sends this to me, or does he know how I feel about him?â He questions looking over at Hotch. This makes JJ turn around.
âI collected butterflies when I was a little girl.â You all look over at her. âThatâs how I knew what butterfly was in the box.â
âSo, he knows us?â You question. âI got an anonymous message.â Hotch slightly shrugs. âI got a police raid.â Elle adds on. âBut he knew exactly where we were.â Morgan says, supporting your theory. âHotel in Jamaica Gideon at the cabin, Reid in Vegas, you at your home.â He lists off.
âHe got that from the Bureau computers.â Penelope's voice makes you turn around in your chair; she looks nervous and has a file in her hand. âYour locations are always in there so they can find you if they need you. And I checked the log. The hacker was definitely in the personnel foldersâ She explains. Your brows furrow, how could this happen. âThere were room numbers to the hotel in Jamaica, the address of Gideonâs cabin⌠Thereâs a lot of information in those databases.â She finished. Something about the way sheâs talking is putting you off. There is something she isnât telling you.
âHave you figured out how he was able to get into the Bureauâs computers?â Hotch asks her. She is silent. Just for a second. âIâm still working on that.â Lying to a room full of profilers probably isnât the smartest thing to do. âGarcia, if you know somethingâŚâ Hotch asks, clearly also picking up some things off.
âNo, itâs, umâŚâ Penelope's voice breaks slightly. âItâs just⌠IâŚâ Sheâs clearly trying to find the right words, scared of upsetting the team. You give her a supportive smile. Youâve known her for years and know she would never do a bad thing on purpose. âI was playing a game yesterday.â She is silent for a second.
You look back to the team and catch JJâs reaction. She clearly knows what Penelope is talking about. âAn online game.â You look back over at the blonde with glasses. Tears shined in her eyes under the LED lights.
âA game?â Gideon asks. âNot on the Bureau computers, sir.â She quickly clarifies. âOn my own personal laptop.â
âNo, Garcia. No, no, no.â Derek says shaking his head. You close your eyes and lean your head on your hand. âI donât understand.â Hotch looks for clarification.
âWireless Internet.â You simply say. âBy wirelessly hooking into the Net here to get online, the hacker could have gotten into my computer first, and⌠I have far less protection on my own laptop.â Penelope stoically explains it to him.
âAnd he could have gotten into the entire Bureau computer system this way?â You canât see Hotchâs face as he says it but by the tone of his voice, you have some idea. âYeah, itâs possible.â Penelope nods.
âPlaying a game?â Gideon says as he gets up. âHow could you be that stupid?â Seeing the look on Penelope's face, you have to resist the urge to defend her. Yes, she did do something stupid, but Gideon didnât have to talk to her like that. âInformation, files. You have a responsibility.â
âI know, sir. Iâm so sorry.â Penelope replies to him. Gideon doesnât reply. He just turns around. There is an awkward silence that hangs in the air. âBut I found him.â Penelope eventually says. Almost full-on crying by now.
âYou did?â You ask hopefully. âI know who he is, the hacker. His name is Giles. Frank Giles.â You all look at each other hearing this information. âHe lives in Arlington, Virginia, four miles from here. I have his addressâ She continues as she hands the file she was holding to Hotch.
âGarcia, you said Giles?â Morgan asks her, wanting to confirm he heard it right. She nods quickly. âLetâs go.â Hotch only has to say those two words, and everyone is up and walking out of the office.
The team and you put on your bulletproof vests and got into the black SUVs. Sirens blared as you raced through the streets to get to Frank Giles as quickly as you could. The adrenaline is already pumping through your veins. Finally getting answers about why this is happening. You entered the building with the swat team. Derek kicked the door in, as usual. Everybody walks in with their guns raised. You hear some yell out that itâs clear. You, Derek, and Elle stand for a closed door.
âFrank Giles. FBI.â Derek yells out.
âCome out Giles.â Elle yells. They look at each other and both give a small nod. Then open the doors. As you enter you lower your gun immediately. You see Frank Gilesâs lifeless body, only wearing underwear, laying on a dirty old mattress. A sword stuck in him.
âYou got to be kidding me.â Elleâs the first one to speak.
âHotch! Gideon! I think youâre gonna want to see this.â Derek calls out to them. You tear your eyes away from the gruesome scene to look at Elle. But sheâs looking at the wall in front of you. So you look up to see âhere thy quest doth truly beginâ written on the wall in blood.
All of you start taking in the crime scene. Vests already taken off. âHeâs definitely playing with us.â Hotch speaks up. âHis identification checks out.â Elle says handing his wallet to Hotch. âThatâs Frank Giles.â
âThereâs a big olâbag of money sitting right here on the dresser.â Morgan says as he walks over to the bright blue bag. âSo, Giles took Harris to Jamaica to kill him.â
âAnd then the unsub killed Giles.â You finished Hotchâs sentence.
âYeah, but he paid him first.â Morgan says, confused about it.
âAnd left the cash?â Elle questions. âHe must be well off.â You say, putting your hands on your hips.
âHe said these were âunrepentant, bad men.â Are we looking for some kind of vigilante?â Hotch asks, looking over at Gideon.
âNo. The bodies are nothing but a way to get us interested. Theyâre game pieces. The killings are secondary.â Gideon explains nonchalantly.
âWell, this guy likes to write things in blood on the walls.â Elle says as she inspects the bloody walls.
Suddenly your phone starts ringing. All eyes are on you, but you look to Hotch. Silently asking for permission to step out for a bit. He gives you a nod and you step out to the hallway of the apartment building.
When you're alone you answer your phone.
âL/n.â You say but it stays silent on the other end. Pulling the phone away from your ear to check if you hadnât accidentally declined the call. âHello?â You ask as you put the phone back to your ear but itâs silent again.
About to hang up suddenly a voice comes through your phone.
âAgent Y/n L/n.â The voice sounds hoarse, you donât recognize it. âWho is this?â You ask confused. Putting your right hand on your hip.
âIt is your task to make sure they hear, and they listen.â The person ignores your question. You release this is the Unsub. âDo not let them stray.â Heâs talking about the team.
He has to be. Youâre about to respond as he hangs up.
âDamn it.â You let out a frustrated sigh. What could he have possibly meant by that? You keep staring at your phone.
âHey,â a comforting voice takes you out of your thoughts, âYou okay?â You look up to see Spencer walking up to you.
âWhat?â You look at him confused. Putting your phone back into your pocket. âYeah. Yeah, Iâm alright.â You smile, somewhat awkwardly.
Reid nods and sends a just as awkward smile back. Itâs good to see him again. He looks around the empty hallway, hands in his pockets, hair slicked back behind his ears.
âWhy are you out here?â He asks you.
âOh, uh, no reason.â You shrug and let out a laugh. Why did you just lie to him? You honestly donât know. It just slipped out. He also clearly doesnât believe you, but before he can question you, you speak up.
âLetâs go, we can use you in there, genius.â You say as you nod towards the room the team is in. This time the smile you give each other isnât awkward. They both are genuine smiles. Reid always gets a slight blush when someone calls him genius.
You never say it to embarrass him though. You say it full of affection. When you joined the bau, in your first case you got paired up with Spencer. He had been working at the bau for about a year. The two of you hit it off very well.
Walking back into the room you hear Hotch and Derek, âMidnight wouldnât cast a shadow.â ââHour be none.ââ
â3 P.M.,â Reid says as you walk in side by side. âHey, guys. Garcia told me where to find you.â Hotch crouched near the body glances past Reid to look at you with a questioning gaze, silently asking about the phone call. You shake your head telling him it wasnât important. And again, you donât know why you are lying to your team about this. You tell yourself itâs because there are more important things right now and that phone call didnât even make sense.
â3 P.M?â Gideon asks disrupting your thoughts.
âItâs medieval. The days used to be broken into hourly intervals, the canonical hours of the breviary.â Spencer begins to explain, âPrime, 6 A.Mâ., terce, 9 A.M., sext, 12 noon, none, 3 P.M., and vespers 6 P.M.â
Elle smiles at him fondly and points her finger at him, âReid, do not ever go away again.â He smiles at her as Gideon starts talking. âMedieval. Thatâs why the language changed. âdothââ
âEverything this guy does is a clue.â Hotch says looking at the team.
 âOkay, but, guys, itâs 4:35. What do we do? Leave to the blade in till 3 P.M. tomorrow?â Derek asked.
âWhat if we block that window out?â You asked, pointing towards the window. Reid nodded at what you said and turned to one of the crime scene investigators. âDo you have any spotlights in your car?â He asked Gina.
âSure.â She says as she's getting up, Elle thanks her.
When she came back with a flashlight she gave it to Reid. He crouched down next to where you were standing and pointed the light to the sword.
âSee, this sun is right here at 5 P.M., Morgan, follow the shadow as I move the light higher.â Derek starts to move a small table out of the way to get closer to the wall. âOkay, and do what?â He asks when heâs finished.
âTap.â Hotch instructs him. Derek starts tapping on the wall. He stops when he finds a hollow spot. âItâs hollow.â He says as he looks back at Hotch.
âDefinitely an Indiana Jones movie.â Elle says looking over at you when you laugh at her joke.
âFeels like the wallpaperâs been replaced.â Morgan says to Hotch. âTear it open.â He replies. Derek takes a knife out of his pocket and starts cutting open the wallpaper. Pulling back the wall.
âItâs a box.â He states looking back at the team. âPull it out.â Hotch instructs him again. âWait, are we sure thatâs safe?â Spencer asks as he stands up. You look over at him. âYou think itâs a bomb?â You ask him questionably.
âIt isnât. You think heâd be playing this game just to blow us up?â Hotch retorts. âHeâd have already done that as long as weâve been standing here.â Derek agrees with him and pulls out the box from the hole. He placed it on the table from earlier.
Hotch crouches next to Gideon to get a better look at it. You make your way over to see what it is, while Spencer doesnât move. Morgan tries to open it, but it seems like it wonât budge.
âItâs locked.â He confirms, âYou want me to break it?â
âNo, we should process it first.â Hotch answers his question.
âThe youngest holds the key.â Gideon suddenly speaks up. And you, Hotch, and Morgan all look at Reid. Spencer searches his pants pockets for the key. Only to realize he put it in the pocket of his button-up.
He does a little jog up to the box and goes to open it. Putting the key in and backing up slightly as he turns it. Music starts to come from the box.
It takes a second for you to recognize it. Turns out all those failed piano lessons are good for something. âSchubert.â Gideon says but before he can say which piece you beat him to it.
âThe Trout Quintet.â He looks over at you confused, clearly, he didnât expect you to know it. You just shrug in reply as you focus on the note that Spencer pulled out of the box. âFive people fishing.â Hotch says, giving context to the song.
âNever would it be night, but always clear day to any manâs sight.â Reid starts reading off the paper. âWell, that was worth it.â Elle says as she turns away.
âThe lid.â Gideon points at the box, âLittle tab right under the lock.â Morgan leans over Reid to open the lid.
As he opens it thereâs a dvd in it, but also a blonde lock of hair tied with a pink bow.
âJesus.â Slips out of you. âOh, god.â Elle says at the same time.
Morgan pulls both out as Gideon lets out a tired sigh. Derek gives Elle the lock of hair. âDo you have that evidence bag?â She asks one of the CSIâs. âHere you go.â He replies as he holds out a bag for her to put the hair in.
âThy quest.â Morgan says standing up and holding out the dvd so you all can see it. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Gideon putting his head in his hand. After everything is mostly wrapped up at the crime scene you all make your way back to the office.
Everyone is clearly tired and wants to catch this guy.
On the car ride back all you can think about is that phone call. It keeps repeating in your head. âAgent Y/n L/n.â Â âWho is this?â Â âIt is your task to make sure they hear, and they listen. Do not let them stray.â You just canât seem to make sense of it. What is it that you need to make sure they listen to? Maybe this dvd?
Without even releasing youâre back, sitting at the round table. The dvd is playing.
You see a barely lit office. A man stumbles into the frame and sits down at the chair, you canât make out a face though.
âHe moves funny.â Hotch noted. Derek looks back at Hotch to reply, âItâs like heâs injured or something.â
The man in the video starts talking. âI assure you, you will all understand in the end why it must be this way.â Itâs the same voice of the man who called you at Frank Gilesâs place. You shift in your seat as he continues. âYou might even thank me.â
âDonât hold your breath, scumbag.â You see Hotch glance over at Elle as she says this.
âYou know now youâre on a quest. A young girlâs life depends on the successful completion of it.â The video shows a blonde girl being held captive. Sheâs throwing things at the camera and hitting the bars of the cage. âAs you can see, she is quite beautiful and in distress.â The way he talks about her along with the footage makes your skin crawl.
âNow please listen closely for there is one rule and this rule must be followed.â You sit up straighter in your chair. The things he said on the phone call must be about this.
âThe one rule is, only the members of your team may participate in the quest: Jason Gideon, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Elle Greenaway, Y/n L/n, Spencer Reid, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia.â As he said, all your names and pictures of everyone on the team showed on the screen.
âA quest must be completed in the proper way, or it isnât a quest, is it? Thatâs it. One rule. Simple. Now, you will be receiving an item soon that will hold the final clue you will need to finish the quest. You will find you will also need a book which has inspired many adventures like mine. Believe me, when I tell you I truly hope to see you all soon. It will mean a successful end to this adventure for all of us.â The video stopped playing. You look at everyone on the team.
âThis guyâs got pictures of us?â Elle is the first one to speak up.
âWhat do we do now?â Reid asks Hotch.
âWell, the lock of hairâs being analyzed for DNA. There might be something on file.â He answers Reid.
âIâll get Video to enhance the shots of the girl.â JJ says as she gets up to leave.
âLet's get the clues up on the board. Maybe we can make some sense of something.â Hotch instructs.
âWait, weâre going to play this guyâs game?â Elle asks him, frustrated.
âDo we have a choice?â Spencer replies. But youâre not focusing on their conversation anymore, youâre focused on Gideon. You canât figure out what heâs up to as heâs about to leave the room.
Everyone else turns around when they hear the click of the door opening.
âBe right back. You guys keep working.â Hotch says as he gets up to talk to Gideon. However, you donât listen. The rest of the team looks at you as you follow him.
Youâre following him out of the room for two reasons. Wanting to know whatâs going on, everyone has always told you youâre too curious for your own good. And thinking now might be a good time to also mention to Hotch that you got a call from the Unsub.
âJason?â Hotch calls out as he follows Gideon, âJason!â He calls out again when the older man doesnât stop. Gideon walks into his office and lets the door slam closed behind him. Before Hotch follows Gideon into his office, he gives you a disapproving look for following him. âWeâll talk about this later.â He says dismissively and walks into Gideon's office.
You let out a sigh. Why did you think this would work. You turn back around to have your walk of shame back to the rest of the group.
Morgan lets out a small laugh as he sees you walking back into the room. Reid gives you a questioning look, but you just shrug it off.
Not long after Hotch handed a paper over to Reid and said Haley received it. You, Morgan, Elle, and Reid had been staring at these numbers for a while now.
âMy eyes are so heavy I can barely see it.â Elle says with a sigh.
âIt has to be some kind of code, right?â You question, leaning against the table next to Reid. âThe Unsub said we needed a book, didnât he?â Reid brings up. You look over at him, curious about where heâs going with this.
âYeah. âa book that inspired many an adventure.ââ Morgan quotes from the video.
âItâs a book code. Each one of these sets of numbers represents a particular word.â Spencer explains and points at one of the codes on the paper, âFor instance, page 118, line 30, word three. We need to figure out what the words are and fill in the blanks.â
âRight, but we donât know what book.â You respond, another dead end.
âAnd the trouble is, it has to be the exact same edition of the exact same book that he used.â Reid adds on.
âJust got a DNA hit on the lock of hair.â JJ says as she walks into the room, âRebecca Bryant.â She hands Elle a picture after showing it to you, âSheâs been missing out of Boston for two years.â
You look over at her shocked, âTwo years?â She nods as she looks at you.
âGuys, how are we supposed to figure out which book this code was copied out of?â Derek brings the conversation back after being handed the picture from Elle. âI have no idea.â Spencer replies. JJ walks up to the whiteboard and sticks the picture of Rebecca on it.
Reid was standing in front of the whiteboard, âHe said we have everything needed to complete the quest.â he said as he turned around to look at you, Elle, and Derek. Derek was sitting on the chair backward, Elle practically laying in the leather chair, you were leaning against the table and JJ was sitting normally at the table looking over the evidence.
âThe answerâs got to be up there somewhere.â Elle mumbles, very clearly tired.
âJJ, get some reporters here as soon as you can.â You quickly turn around as you hear Gideon say this. Alarm bells going off in your head.
Once again, the things the Unsub said on your phone call repeating themselves. It is your task to make sure they hear and they listen. Do not let them stray. Gideonâs not listening. âFor what?â JJ asks him. âJust say we need help on a new case.â Is all he gives in response before he walks away.
You get up to follow him, again. You have to stop him from doing this. Gideon is always surprisingly fast for his age. You just barely catch up to him when he reaches Hotch again. âSirs, you canât do this.â You say, well it more sounds like you're begging.
Gideon and Hotch, both give you confused looks.
You take a deep breath. âHe called me.â You say looking at them.
Their reactions are exactly what you expected. Gideon stays silent, heâs profiling you. âWhat? What do you mean he called you L/n? When did this happen?â Hotch asks you with a stern look on his face as he crosses his arms. You feel ashamed. You shouldâve told them. You know that. You just hoped you had figured out what he meant earlier so you couldâve given the team helpful evidence and not more questions. âBack at the apartment.â You say, placing your hands behind your back so they donât notice how nervous you are.
Gideon just shakes his head and walks away. Obviously thinking he has better things to do than deal with you.
âWhy didnât you say something before?â Hotch asks you.
âI⌠I donât know,â The unsatisfied look Hotch gives you makes rethink your answer, âI wanted to figure out what he meant.â
âSo, you could show off?â Hotch fills it in for himself. You quickly shake your head. Thatâs not why you did it. âNo, no I didnât want to add more unanswered questions for the team.â It sounds stupid and you realize that.
Hotch sighs and rubs his forehead, âWhat did he say to you?â
âHe told me to make sure they hear, and they listen and to not let them stray. I think he was talking about the video.â You reply to him, âI think the press conference is a mistake, Hotch.â
âGideon knows what heâs doing L/n, I trust him. You shouldâve told us sooner.â He says before walking away. You couldnât shake the nervous feeling. You went to get some coffee. Not ready to face your team yet.
On your third cup, you see Hotch walking back into the office. The press conference is over, thereâs nothing you can do about it now. You see Elle walking out with Hotch.
âAnderson, take Greenaway home.â He says, looking over at him. âYes, sir.â Anderson immediately replies.
âNo, Iâm fine.â Elle protests. âIâll have your car brought over later.â Hotch tells her. âAlright, come on, Anderson.â
Do not let them stray. It repeats in your head.
âSir, is it okay if I go with them? I can come back whenever you need me.â You ask Hotch. He hesitates for a moment, thinking it over. Elle smiles over at you, she appreciates it.
âAlright but keep your phone on and close L/n.â Hotch tells you.
Elle was struggling to stay awake the whole drive back to her house. Anderson dropped you both off and went back to the office. Elle let you into the house. Youâve been here before, many times, you and her occasionally have a drink after a case when neither of you wants to be alone.
Elle tosses her keys on the coffee table and drops her bag next to the couch and flops down on it. You canât help but let out a laugh. She doesnât even have the energy to glare at you, shifting on the couch to get into a more comfortable position.
You put down your own bag next to hers and take off your gun and gun holster placing them next to her keys on the table. You walked into her kitchen, you hadnât eaten yet and doubted she had.
Opening the fridge just to find it practically empty. There are some leftovers, but they donât look edible anymore. You grab them to throw them away, the smell hits you and you pull a face.
âGross.â You mutter under your breath and throw it in the trash can. âHey, I'm going to get some food, you want any?â You ask her as you walk back into her living room.
She lets out a noise thatâs something between a hum and a groan.
âAlright, Iâll take that as a yes.â You say with a smile on your face, âIâm taking your keys, Iâll be right back.â Reaching for her keys on the table.
She gives you a thumbs-up while trying to stifle a yawn.
So, you lock the door behind you as you leave for the small supermarket near her house. Itâs about a 10 minute walk away.
You grab some iced coffees and some simple heat-up meals. Youâre done in about 5 minutes, pay for everything and walk back. The plastic bag is heavier than you expected it to be, it leaves imprints on your fingers.
You reach Elleâs front door and reach for the keys in your jacket. You try to open the lock as quietly as you can, not wanting to wake her up.
As you open the door you freeze. The plastic bag somehow becomes ten times heavier, and it drops to the floor. The ice coffee starts to leak but itâs the least of your concern.
Elle is laying on the floor covered in her own blood.
âOh my godâŚâ You whisper. You rush forward to her somehow without falling over your own feet. You fall to your knees. Hands reach up to her face. She isnât conscious. You give her a few taps on her cheek and her eyes flutter slightly.
âShit, Elle. You gotta stay awake, okay?â You look around helplessly. Her phone is on the floor next to her. Did she call 911? Â You place one hand on the wound to try and stop the bleeding, knowing it isnât doing much as you feel the red hot liquid slip right past your fingers.
You reach over her to check her phone. Luckily you know her password.
You check her out going call and see 911. A sigh of relief escapes you.
Help is on the way. You just have to do everything you can to keep her alive until then.
Blood is staining your hands as you try to stop the bleeding. Her eyes closed.
âNo, no, no, no, Elle, stay with me. Come on, you gotta keep your eyes open. Keep them open for me. Fuck. Elle. Come on. Please⌠I⌠I canât lose you. Please.â A million things ran through your head. If you had been here, you couldâve stopped him.
If you hadnât left, Elle would be okay. God, why did they have that press conference. Why hadnât you been more demanding with Hotch that it was a bad idea.
Vague sirens interrupted your train of thought. Taking one hand to check Elleâs pulse. Time stopped. You couldnât feel a heartbeat.
âFuck.â Panicking. What would cpr do if she was bleeding out? Not like you had any other choice. You started compressions.
No thoughts run through your head anymore. Just pure focus on the task. Not even noticing the sirens getting louder and louder.
A paramedic pulls you away from Elle. Only now realizing they had arrived. Their mouths were moving but you couldnât make out any of the words.
You stepped back. Letting them do their job.
Everything is hazy, you blink rapidly. Tears fall on your cheeks.
Have you been crying this whole time? You didnât even realize it. They place Elle on a stretcher and make their way back to the ambulance. You follow them without saying a word. You donât think about the fact that your phone is still in your bag.
Getting ready to step into the ambulance you noticed a car arriving. Anderson. He stumbled out of the SUV.
âL/n, what happened?â He tried not to show his fear but the tremble in his voice gave him away. âCall Hotch. Meet me at the hospital. I- Iâll explain there.â You spoke hurriedly while getting into the ambulance.
The paramedics are rushing the stretcher into the ER. Youâre having a hard time keeping up with them. The doctors take Elle over.
âIâm sorry, we are taking her into surgery. You arenât allowed any further.â One of the nurses is holding you back. You have no fight left in you, so you just nod and make your way to the waiting room.
Anderson is already there. His eyes are red. Had he been crying? He looked like a mess. You didnât even want to think about what you looked like right now. The way Andersonâs eyes widened when he saw you back at the house told you enough. You definitely looked worse than him.
âI called Hotchner. Him and Agent Gideon are on their way now.â Wringing his hands as he spoke. Heâs nervous. âDo you... um, do you know anything yet?â He barely could get the question out without tears threatening to spill.
âSheâs in surgery.â Was all you could manage to get out as you spoke. Wanting to run your hand over your face but as you reached you noticed the deep maroon stains and how much it was shaking so you put your hand back down.
âIf you want to, I can wait here, so you can get cleaned up.â He offered. You gave him a thankful but tired smile.
Making your way over to the bathroom. The door handle stuck to your hand slightly, leaving a slight red imprint on it.
You let out a heavy sigh, resting your head against the door as you closed it behind you. Walking up to the sink you didnât dare to look into the mirror.
You turned on the faucet and put your shaky hands under the ice cold water. The water colored red instantly. You tried not to think about the fact it was Elleâs blood you were washing off.
Keeping your hands under the water until it turned clear again made them start to tingle from the freezing water. Turning the faucet off, you placed your hands on the sides of the sink. Not daring to look at your own reflection.
Involuntarily you let out a shaky breath. Trying to recollect yourself.
Hotch and Gideon would arrive any moment. They would have questions for you. Questions that would force you to think back to what happened not even an hour ago, while all youâve been trying this whole time is to forget about it. You couldnât bear to try and remember.
You dried your hands and walked out of the bathroom, scanning the waiting room for Anderson. He was talking to two men in suits. Two men you could recognize anywhere. How did they get here so soon? How long had you been in the bathroom? You looked at your wrist. The face of your watch is stained with blood. You quickly pulled the sleeve of your jacket back over it.
âIt appears she dialed 911 herself before she passed out.â You hear Anderson say as you get closer to them. Hotch and Gideon turned around when they noticed Anderson's gaze shifting to you.
The pity and maybe even guilt that Anderson feels when he makes eye contact with you is clear on his face. Or maybe itâs clear to you since profiling is your job, but then how come you couldnât prevent Elle from dying. No. She isnât dead. Not anymore. The paramedics shocked her back to life. Sheâs alive. Sheâll be okay. She has to be. You would never be able to live with yourself if she wouldnât be. Hotch keeps his eyes on you for a minute while Gideon turns back around.
âWhy werenât we notified?â He asks Anderson.
âThe offender apparently took her ID and gun. The uniform I talked to didnât even know she was in the Bureau until I arrived on scene.â He replies to Gideon quickly.
âGet back over there.â Hotch says turning back to look at Anderson. âThis is a federal crime scene. Nobody touches anything. We process it.â He instructs the younger agent. âGo.â
âYes, sir.â Anderson replies as he leaves to go and do exactly what Hotch told him to.
The two agents turn back around to observe you. You are staring into space; your mind is clouded. Nothing feels clear anymore. Hotch and Gideon glance at each other. Both concerned with the state youâre in currently. Gideon takes out his phone and walks a few steps away, going to call the office.
âL/n? Hey L/n?â An authoritative, yet comforting voice made you reorientate. Hotch squinted his eyes and ever so slightly tilted his head. He was profiling you. And you wouldâve noticed if you werenât so tired.
âSorry, what were you saying sir?â Crossing your arms over each other.
âYouâre lucky you werenât there as well.â He said touching your shoulder. But you didnât feel lucky. All you felt was guilt, but you simply nodded. âIs there anything you remember?â He crosses his arms just like you did.
âI-â You choke on your words. You close your eyes and shake your head trying to get your thoughts in order. âI wasnât even gone for 30 minutes. If I had just⌠If I hadnât left, she would be okay.â
âIf you had been there, he most likely wouldâve shot you as well L/n.â Hotch tells you. Before you can say anything, else Gideon walks back over to the two of you.
âTrap and trace got nothing.â He says leaning against the wall and putting his phone away. âUnsub used a disposable cell.â You look confused at that. Hotch notices.
âThe unsub, he called us. Taunting us about Elle.â He explains to you. You let out an exhausted sigh. Itâs as if this case never ends.
âWe got our best CSU team. If he left anything, a print, a hair, sweat, anythingâŚâ âTheyâll find it.â Gideon cuts Hotch off. You look down at your hands, they are still shaking.
âIâm going to grab a coffee.â You mutter out and leave the two agents.
After grabbing your coffee, you go and sit in the waiting room. It is completely empty. Would you rather have it be busy? Youâre not sure which would be worse. Because now you must sit here in this hurt. This constant tight feeling in your chest, as if youâre not getting enough air.
A few minutes later Gideon walks in. He nods at you as you look at him. He sits down a few chairs away from where youâre sitting, giving you some space. You sit in silence, itâs not uncomfortable but it also isnât exactly comfortable. âHotch is calling JJ and Morgan.â He says, explaining where the other agent is. You just nod, not having the energy to reply. You look down at the coffee in your hands, you havenât taken a single sip. Itâs pretty much cold now. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Gideon scrabbling things down on the magazines that lay down on the table. You donât ask him about it.
After a while, Hotch walks in and you look up from your drink. Heâs gotten rid of his suit jacket. âAny word?â He asks Gideon.
âNope.â Gideon replies simply.
âI called JJ. I told her weâd call them if anything changed.â Hotch tells the two of you as he leans on the two chairs in front of him. Gideon and you simply nod at what he says.
âWhatâs all that?â Hotch asks as he notices the writing on the magazines.
âThis unsubâs extremely organized.â Gideon explains instead of answering his question, âHe sounded truly shocked that we didnât follow the rules. He honestly believed we would simply listen to his directions.â
âHeâs delusional. He thinks heâs a mythological king.â Hotch says, his eyebrows furrow slightly.
âBut delusion and this level of organization are almost mutually exclusive.â Gideon corrects Hotch, âYou donât meticulously plan contacts in the real world if youâre suffering psychotic breaks from reality.â Before Hotch can reply to Anderson walks back in. âHow is she?â he quietly asks. You stare back down at your coffee again.
âNo word yet.â Hotch replies to him, âIs the scene processed?â
âTheyâre finished. We still have it locked up tight, though.â Anderson explains.
âThey find anything?â Hotch asks, he sounds exhausted.
âCSU found a partial print.â You look up as Anderson says this. âThe shooter wrote a message on the wall in blood and,â He did? How did you not notice that? Hotch and Gideon glance at you just for a second, probably thinking the same. âIn one of the smudges, they found a whorl pattern.â Anderson hands over the file to Hotch. âThey made a lift. They arenât sure whether itâs enough to get a hit, but they are processing it now.â Anderson continues as Hotch hands the file over to Gideon. You get up from your seat, still holding your coffee, you walk closer to Gideon to look at the file.
He grabs the top picture of a bloody fingerprint to reveal what the unsub wrote on the wall. RULES. Dripping down the wall. You try to think back as hard as you can but donât remember seeing it. You shouldâve seen it. Gideon reads whatâs on the picture and looks up at Hotch. He places the file back down on the table in front of him.
Hotch leaves to get coffee. Leaving you and Gideon alone again. You go to sit back down in the chair but stop.
You canât help the words that slip out of your mouth. âYou shouldnât have done the press conference.â You turn around to face him. âI tried to warn you.â
Gideon doesnât say anything. He just stares down at the file. You want to yell at him. Scream that itâs his fault. But you bite the inside of your cheek.
âI was just doing my job.â He says quietly, so quiet itâs barely a whisper. You canât help but let out a scoff and stare at him. If looks could kill Gideon would be six feet under by now. You respect him, you truly do, but he made a bad call and canât own up to it.
The reasonable part of your brain tells you, you are projecting your own feelings of guilt and anger on him, but you donât have it in you to be reasonable right now. So, you storm out of the waiting room. You throw your coffee in a trash can as you walk past it. Hotchner passes by you with two coffees in his hand, heâs put his jacket back on, he raises an eyebrow when you donât acknowledge him. He looks back at you but keeps walking back to the waiting room.
You let out a frustrated sigh. You notice one of Elleâs doctors and go to ask if they have any new information.
She just tells you the same thing, âNo, Iâm sorry.â And she walks away.
You just wish someone could tell you something, anything. Youâre tired, exhausted, angry, sad, terrified, guilty. Your eyes start to sting as you try and hold back your tears. You look around and walk into the nearest bathroom.
When the door closes the damn breaks and tears fall down your face. A sob escapes you and you place your hand over your mouth. You try to focus on your breathing to try and calm down. It works a little bit.
You decide washing your face might help you get grounded again, so you walk over to the sink. Turning it on and putting your hands under the water. Somehow the water of this sink is even colder than the one from before. You cup your hands under it and splash the water on your face.
You reach to grab a towel to dry your hands and face but catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You look even worse than you imagined. Your mascara is all over the place and so is your hair. There even is some dried blood on your face, you quickly scrub it off with a damp paper towel.
So many thoughts and feelings have been racing through your head over the past few hours, you can barely keep up with them. Did you overstep with Gideon just now? Possibly. You just couldnât handle bearing all the guilt you were feeling anymore.
Before you leave you check yourself in the mirror again. You look⌠less chaotic to put it nicely. You smooth over your hair and clothes and walk out of the bathroom.
You start looking for Hotch and Gideon but only find the latter. Heâs staring into space, the thing youâve seen him do all day. You look around before approaching him, hoping to find Hotch instead.
âHeyâŚâ You clear your throat as you stand next to the chair heâs sitting in. He takes a second to look up to his left and gives you a nod of acknowledgment. A certain awkwardness flows between you two. Neither saying a word.
His fingers are interlaced, resting on his lap. Heâs trying to appear calm and collected, but his shaking knee is giving him away.
Thereâs a free chair next to him. You debate with yourself whether you should sit down or not. Gideon nods over to the chair as if he was reading your mind. âJust sit down, kid.â
A quick nod is all you give him in response as you go and sit down.
After sitting in this silence for a few minutes, you speak up. âSheâs going to be okay right?â You rub your palms over your thighs, trying to shake the nervous feeling.
âGreenaway is strong, sheâs a fighter.â He doesnât know if sheâll be okay. He is probably as terrified as you are right now. Once again, you just nod. You wring your fingers. Letting out a sigh, you look over at Gideon.
âSir, Iâm sorry if I oversteppedâŚâ He looks over at you with a raised eyebrow, âEarlier, in the waiting room.â You remind him.
Gideon nods, he hadnât expected you to bring it up again. He wasnât mad at you; he was mad at himself. He shouldâve listened. And he would regret the choice he made, along with all the other choices over his career. Gideon waved his hand at you, telling you that what happened didnât matter.
You and Gideon sat in the hallway for another half hour before a doctor finally approached both of you. Hearing the news a sigh left you. Relief flooded your body.
Elle is okay. Elle is alive.
Gideon went to call the team as you followed the doctor. Elle was laying in the hospital bed. She looked peaceful. You canât remember the last time you saw her this relaxed. You approach her bed and sit down in the chair next to it. All the memories of today wash over you again, the thought that you couldâve lost your friend. You wipe away a single tear that falls. Â
Gideon walks up next to you after a few minutes. Laying his hand on your shoulder.
âThey caught him, heâs dead.â You turn around to look at him, âThey saved Rebecca.â You look back to Elle as you nod at what he says. Part of you wished you couldâve been there with the team. Gotten some justice for Elle. But you were where you needed to be. Right here. In the hospital, sitting next to Elle as she wakes up.
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hii babesss could you write something about harry fucking yn to ease her nerves/relax because she got home from work stressed and tired and needed a distraction? Love uu
summary: harry helps y/n relax after a stressful day.
words: 1.5k
warnings: SMUT! kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise.
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Yn dragged herself through the front door, feeling completely drained after a long, arduous day at the office. Her briefcase slipped from her hand as she leaned back against the door, letting out an exhausted sigh.
"Rough day, love?" came Harry's concerned voice from the living room.
He appeared in the hallway, his warm green eyes instantly taking in her disheveled state. Without a word, he crossed over and enveloped her in a tender hug. Yn melted into his embrace, the tension already starting to leave her body.
"The worst," she mumbled into his chest. "I'm just so tired, Harry."
"I know, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "But you're home now. Let me take care of you."
He took her hand and led her to the couch, guiding her to sit down. Yn watched as he busied himself lighting some scented candles and dimming the lights.
"There, nice and relaxing," he said with a soft smile. "Why don't you put your feet up?"
Yn did as instructed, curling up on the couch as Harry grabbed a thick blanket from the ottoman.
"This ought to keep you cozy," he said, draping it over her legs. He sat down beside her and began to gently rub her shoulders. "Tell me about your day?"
As Yn recounted the never-ending meetings, the rude clients, the looming deadlines, she could feel the stress slowly melting away under Harry's soothing touch.
"You poor thing," he tsked sympathetically. "No wonder you're so tense. Let me run you a hot bath, that'll really help you unwind."
"Harry, you don't have to-" Yn started, but he cut her off with a fingers against her lips.
"Nonsense, it's no trouble at all," he said firmly. "You just rest here, I'll be back in a tick."
True to his word, Harry returned a few minutes later. "All ready for you, my dear," he declared. "I even put in those bath salts you like."
He helped Yn to her feet and into the bathroom, where the tub was filled with steaming water and fragrant bubbles. Candlelight flickered all around, casting a warm, calming glow.
"HarryâŚthis is wonderful," Yn said, touched by his thoughtfulness. "Thank you."
"Of course, anything for you," he replied warmly. "I'll leave you to relax, but shout if you need anything, alright?"
Alone in the bathroom, Yn slowly undressed and sank into the luxurious heat of the water with a blissful sigh. She closed her eyes and justâŚbreathed, allowing the fragrant steam and soothing warmth to cocoon her utterly.
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Some time later, Yn emerged from the bathroom, skin tingling and pink from the hot water. She felt worlds better, relaxed yet rejuvenated at the same time. Harry looked up from where he was reclining on the couch, a bright smile breaking over his face.
"There she is! Feeling better, my love?"
"Much better," Yn assured him, crossing over to join him on the couch and nestling into his side. "Thank you for taking such good care of me."
"Always," he said simply, dropping a kiss on her damp hair. "I just hate seeing you so stressed and tense. You work too hard, you know."
"I know," Yn said ruefully. "But I have to admit, after that bath and some quality time with my favorite person, I'm feeling infinitely more relaxed."
She tilted her face up toward his, eyes sparkling. "In fact, I think I could go for a bit moreâŚrelaxation," she added with a coy smile.
Harry grinned and pulled her closer. "Why, Mrs. Styles, are you flirting with me?"
"Mmm, maybe a little," Yn giggled, looping her arms around his neck. "Is that okay?"
"More than okay," he murmured huskily, capturing her lips in a slow, heated kiss.
As Harry deepened the kiss, Yn melted against him with a contented hum. This was what she had been wanting all day. To be in the arms of her loving husband, while he held her and kissed her like she deserved.
Harry's hands travelled underneath the oversized t-shirt, feeling the soft flesh of her chest against his fingers, caressing her nipples and swiping his fingers over the hardening bud.
Yn moaned into his mouth, and as soon as her mouth parted open, his tongue swiped against her plush lips, sliding in and licking her tongue. He trailed his hands down, feather-light touches on her stomach till he reached the waistband of the loose shorts, and pulled it loose.
Using the back as leverage, he used one hand against it to move himself on top of her, their lips never parting.
Only when Harry's hand slipped further down, inside her panties to feel her wetness oozing out, did she whimper into his mouth, and he broke the kiss to take a look at his beautiful, pretty and perfect wife, her hooded and lust-blown eyes telling him all he needed to know.
"What do you want, Yn?" he asked, keeping the eye contact as his fingers slipped between her pussy lips, feeling her soft, spongey but puffy clit and giving it a gentle roll between his fingers. She gasped, her lips swollen with their kisses just moments ago.
"I-I need-" she gasped once again, his hand circling around her tight hole, pushing just the tip of his finger in, teasing her.
"You need, hm?" he asked, and the next gasp she released was stolen with another kiss.
"Yes-Har-Harry, I-I need you"
She managed to sputter out, and as soon as she did, he slipped his wet finger in. Her walls clenched around him instantly, her thighs threatening to shut closed if it wasn't for Harry's thick ones between them. He pushed another in, swirling them around and curling them upwards just right to find her sweet g-spot.
"Oh fuck-yes-god yes, harry-" she pleaded, and Harry began kissing down her neck, her collarbones, the top of her breasts. He began fucking her with his fingers, two digits pistoning in and out of her in a pace that made her toes curl against the couch. She held onto his biceps, digging her nails in as he slid down the couch, getting on his knees in front of her.
Before she could protest, (not that she was going to), he darted out his tongue, and flicked it expertly aginst her clit, drawing out a moan from her. She used her other hand to grab his soft curls, and pulled at them softl.y
"Like that, baby?" he asked, and she nodded, biting her upper lip.
"So good, Har-don't stop"
Not that he was going to. He started to flick his tongue faster against her clit, his cold rings brushing against it each time he thrust his fingers fully in. He had kept them on on purpose, and he knew just how much the wet and cold sensation drove her wild.
His lips licked hers, before licking up her labia and sucking on her clit. Her grip on his hair tightened, and she whimpered once again, her back arching off the couch. Her legs couldn't stop themselves either, wrapping around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer to her core.
She felt the familiar sensation in her stomach, and she threw her head back. Harry licked, sucked and fucked with more frevor, using every ounce of strength in him to make his girl feel good.
Her breathing increased, her legs wrapping around him tighter as she gave his curls one final rough tug, before falling over the sweet edge, with Harry fucking her faster than ever, milking every ounce of orgasm from his pretty girl.
"Give it to me, yeah-that's it, good girl-"
He praised her, her orgasm riding out in the best way possible. Her breathing began going back to normal, her hold around his neck as well as in her hair loosening.
It was once she had fully relaxed around his fingers, that he pulled them out, licking them and cleaning them up like the sick bastard that he was. He wiped his dirty hands on his sweatpants, falling back on the couch beside her, his jaw aching from the work he had put in, but it was all worth it when he got to see her glow like that.
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I know that you love me, you don't need to remind me,
Emily. P x Jennifer. J x Fem!Reader
Warning: talk of drug consumption, reader is high, mood swings, use of guns (weed) , bad flirting, mommy kink, praise kink, teasing, cringe kiss etc .
A/n: I saw that new jennifer and emily episode where Emily was high and they were so cute! Had to make a ficđ
It was that quite long awaited time of the year where criminal agents are given two weeks off from work. You were beyond exhausted but nevertheless was very happy to finally be able to take off your FBI vest and feeling relieved that you won't have to be picking it up for another week or so.
You soon realized that you literally didn't have plans arranged for the upcoming two weeks ahead, or even tonight. Everyone was pairing up as they packed up their office stuff and headed out. Spencer and Derek laughed and gave eachother a high five as they made their way downstairs to sign out while Emily and jj were already giggling about some random joke as they continued to pack up.
You nervously decided to walk up to them standing in the corridor like a shadow making sure not to seem creepyâ but maybe you were doing the opposite. Ever since you joined the team, yes you did make friends but no one ever went the extra mile to offer to hang out with you. Only Emily would now and then eat lunch with you at her desk.
Jennifer wasn't bad either, she did offer to help you with a case file once, you went over to her house which you complimented her for the cozy interior, and yes the boys were also good to you but on a employee holiday like this no one was paying any attention whatsoever to you. They already plans of their own.
You on the other hand, had none, all you were gonna do was shower, eat, sleep and repeat for the next week or so. Nothing productive, not as if you had anything to do either. Prentiss and Mantegna had insisted that someone help you with case files so its not as if you have a major cade to crack over the holiday.
You were as free as a bird and your energetic self needed something to reinforce that energy into. If you could have went on a cruise for two weeks you definitely would have.
Emily scoffed at Jennifer's joke before turning around and spotting you cuddled up in the corner like a little mouse. She tilted her head to the side before approaching you with a warm smile.
" hey hon, you got any plans for the holiday?" She asked chewing a piece of gum that she had been for the entire day â somtimes you wonder if any flavour at all is still existence in it.
" uhh nope, but I'll sure my couch has plans for me though" you said sarcastically and of course she laughed, because Emily laughs at anything and everything which you did find cute. Emily always made sure that she kept everyone at a level where they felt at their absolute best when around her.
She was never mean to anyone really. Always funny, ambitious, smart and talented she was everything. Sometimes her aura was just too high, but she was always still approachable and not prideful.
Emily was like one of those drugs that you couldn't stop using because it feels too good, and when you do take it, it altars with your entire brain function and chemistry.
And speaking of chemistry, that was something you and Emily had alot of. Everytime her eyes made contact with yours, you felt as if your body was thrown into the deepest pits of hell. You'd get shivers everytime she passed you or called you a pet name. You'd go completely weak in your knees when she made the littlest amount of psychical contact with your skin â it was absolutely ridiculous just how easily she could get under your skin.
Or the time when you were making coffee in the kitchen and she needed to grab something from the top shelf and she moved you by putting her hands on your hips, with her chest pressed so closely against your back with face by your neck.
Emily made you question things. You knew you always had a thing for older women, always, since highschool and it never seemed to go away. And Emily was exactly your type, you just weren't sure if she felt the same way in return and you didn't wanna ruin the amazing friendship you both had by letting your stupid emotions and hormones get the best of yourself.
" well I'm sure you'll find something to entertain yourself, JJ and I are hooking up at her place tonight for snacks and a movie" she placed hands on her hips are she turned to look at jj who was texting away on her phone before turning back to you. You gaved her a akward smile, before a breathy nervous laugh escaped your mouth.
" hooking up huh" you saw as her eye brows quirked before a sly smile came into evidence on her face and quickly glanced at Jennifer who was now angrily texting before taking a step closer towards you, closing the the last gap space that was there. Her body heat and perfume over took your senses making your breath hitch.
You pressed your palm against her chest sneaking a quick glance at jj and the camera above. Emily was looking at you with a teasing smirk, she leaned down besides your ear and whispered.
" do wanna hook up with me as well?" She pulled back to see the reaction on your face and just as she imagined it was absolutely priceless. She chuckled before pulling away completely.
" oh my God emily would you leave poor y/n alone, let's go already" Jennifer said with a tint of exhaustion and annoyance her voice. Emily chuckled before gently caressing your cheek. The both women waved you goodbye before departing and going their way.
You sighed before picking up your bag and leaving, you locked your office door and went home. You did decided to walk with a few case files home and evidence objects to keep yourself busy during the holiday to stop yourself from going insane from the intense boredom you were prone to have.
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Emily and Jennifer had just sat down and were about to enjoy their late afternoon with wine and salt and vinegar chips when a continuation of loud knocking could be heard on jj's front door. Both women looked at eachother with utter confusion on their faces â the weren't expecting anyone. Jennifer decided to get up and go check the door, Emily following closely behind with her hand placed tightly on her gun.
The door bell soon started ringing along with the knocks which triggered Jennifer even more. Unlocking the door Jennifer threw it open, not caring what stood on the opposite side of it, after all emily was ready to protect her best friend at all cost, even if it meant shooting someone in their foor.
" if I had my way I swear I wouldâ" as soon as she saw you she stopped talking, her eye brows quirked as she squinted her eyes to make a better appearance of your face in the dim moon light. Emily let out a soft sigh when she saw you but quickly went back into a state of worry at the same time.
Now you had both women wondering what you were doing at their house.
" y/n? I didn't know you were coming over, did Emily invite you?" Jennifer turned around hoping to get a confirmation nod from Emily but she shook her head and pursed her lips, letting her know she was just as confused as her.
" Well aren't you guys a bit rude, aren't you gonna invite me in?" You muttered but before they could react you let yourself in. You carefully walked down the long fancy corridor switching off some lights on your way because they made your eyes burn, making your way to the living room area, having knowing your way around jj's house since the last two times you were there.
You stumbled over the coffee table and landed right onto the sofa, face first with a soft groan. You dropped the ziplock bag of cheese puffs you had brought onto the floor.
She walked up to you and you and sat beside you on the couch, she picked you up by both your forearms and made you look at her.
Both women side eyed eachother, both in desperate need to know what on God's green earth was going on. Jennifer leaned against the wall to further scrutinize you. Emily on the other hand was just worried how you got here on your own with no car or phone.
" hey y/n sweetie are you..... drunk?" Her voice sounded like when water got into a phone speaker and you tried to play a songâ you couldn't understand it. You rubbed your eyes and glanced at the table to which your face instantly lit up when you saw the salt and vinegar lays chips.
You grabbed them ferociously then took out some chopsticks you had stuffed in the back pocket of your jeans and started eating the chips. At this point both women were flabbergasted, mouths open, jaws dropped. Jennifer took a deep breath before she turned around and went to her fridge to grab you a drink to help you sober up because it was crystal clear that you were beyond drunk, drunk was an understatement.
" what time is it?" You suddenly asked putting the chips down and dusting off your hands.
" time for some hydration, here you go" Jennifer said as she passed you a bottle of cold cranberry juice. Once again your face lit up like a child on Christmas day.
" ohhhh, it's got what plants crave!" You exclaimed. The look on Jennifer's face when you said that was priceless as Emily silently continued to look at you with a completely blanket stare.
You placed the bottle of juice at the side of your head as if it was an ice pack and burped. You cleared your throat before speaking up again.
" have you guys seen that movie! Idiot city!.... wait city Idiot... wait... yeah" it's like your body was replaced with a child's and this called for huge concern. Emily sighed heavily and took the bottle from your hand.
" Idiocracy?" Jennifer whispered and you nodded.
" I knew I liked you! Ohhh, I and on my way here I saw a cat jumping off your house roof then it turned into a dog and flew away as a mosquito" you said before the loudest laugh took you over that you almost started crying.
Emily whispered " oh good lord" before she shook her head, Jennifer was still completely and totally lost for words. Jennifer had a feeling that being drunk would not cause someone to behave like thisâ well of course she knew, she's a profiler. She had a feeling you were high, but she didn't want you to act out and she would need proof for Emily because knowing her she wouldn't believe for a minute you would do drugs.
" umm y/n what's in the bag?" Jennifer asked and your eyebrows quirked, you placed your finger at you ear urging her to repeat even though she was so damn close to you.
" What's in the bag" she repeated as she dragged her words this time. You shrugged.
" I don't know what time the supermarket closes" emily stood up and walked towards to kitchen to grab her phone, you had the agent stressed. Jennifer just took it upon herself to grab the bag of " cheese puffs" before she walked towards emily.
" look I know you may not believe but I have a pretty good feeling that, that girl right there is literally the profound definition of what we call high" emily scoffed.
" Oh come on, she probably had too much wine I mean weren't we just about to drink wine as well?" She restated trying to convince Jennifer, but honestly to this rate she just couldn't, Jennifer was already convinced from her own opinion.
" emily elizabeth prentiss which wine do you know makes someone this drunk?" Jennifer asked, emphasizing on the last two words of her sentence. Emily shrugged before looking back at you, who was now sniffing the air every two seconds like a curious dog. Jennifer rolled her eyes before opening the bag of cheese puffs and taking a sniff.
She gaged before pulling away quickly.
" this smells like straight up weed!" She swiftly turned to let Emily have a sniff, to which Emily pulled away as well. Jennifer closed the bag and turned it around where there was writing in black. " DO NOT OPEN, CONTAINS CASE 101 EVIDENCE".
" you ate the case evidence! Oh my god!" Jennifer looked like she was going to erupt like a volcano and her high pitched tone of voice was making your head hurt and ears ring.
" I was hungry, and I didn't know that they were edibles" you whispered as you squinted your eyes since it was getting harder to see. Jennifer looked at you in disbelief as she turned to Emily for back up. Before Emily could utter a word Jennifer was already furious.
" Emily, don't even! She basically ate the entire bag!" She shouted. She saided pacing the room with her fingers gently massaging her temple to calm her.
" what are we gonna tell hotch, or even worst David" Jennifer covered her face with her both her hands before leaning over the kitchen counter.
" Well I mean, she probably just ate the backup stash, it should be fine, we should really be worrying about is her health" emily muttered scratching her head. Jennifer looked up at emily as her jaw dropped.
" your defending her?!" Emily raised her hands in defense but before she could reply Jennifer took the chance.
" I seriously cannot believe you right now!" Jennifer once again, started pacing the room, this time even more quicker.
" Oh come on jj, what are the odds that people make silly mistakes like these?" Jennifer stopped, and looked at emily with wide eyes.
" Well with the odds as high as her I'd say zero!" She said angrily before picking up her phone.
Emily sighed before looking over at you who was now eating the chips and gnawing your teeth wildly making crumbs fall all over the place. In a way Emily felt bad for you, mostly pity because she knew what you did was down right stupid but Jennifer was being a tadbit too harsh on you in your current position â knowing you couldn't properly comprehend the situation or what was going on.
" ok I'll take her home and we can speak to the team about this tomorrow when y/n is a better state of mind, ok?" Emily said in a reassuring voice. Jennifer sighed in frustration before biting her lip and nodding approvingly.
Emily carefully picked you up off the couch and wrapped her arm around your waist as she insisted to take you home safely. Her body warmth was comforting and her perfume was like a lullaby putting you to sleep this time. You melted in her embrace as she took you outside.
Your vision was blurred and the cold air on your skin â although you had a jacket on, was making you shiver. Seeing this emily hugged you tighter. She opened the door to her wagon and assisted you into the passenger seat and putting on your seat belt for you. You looked at her, she looked like one of those ancient paintings,the ones you can't withdraw your eyes from, the Renaissance ones.
You weren't sure if maybe it was the drugs or the hormones that came after taking the drugs but you felt the need to kiss emily, your eyes flicked down to her lips that were slightly parted as she concentrated on getting the seatbelt to adjust to your liking. Her smooth skin and wrinkled lines that ran across her forehead and eye line area, her little cute eye bags from all the hard work she does.
You couldn't resist the urge, she was a drug, she was your drug. You licked your lips and leaned in. Your lips connected with hers in a slow soft kiss. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to enjoy the moment. Emily didn't pull away, she was surprised yes, but she didn't pull away. Emily couldn't cover up the feeling she felt for you but she also didn't want to take advantage of your drunken state.
Taking it that she was enjoying it as much as you, you tried to force your tongue into her mouth but that's when she pulled away. Your brows furrowed and for a moment the drugs may have returned your common sense and you realized what you did â what you were trying to do. And soon the embarrassment and cringe settled in.
" sorry, oh God I'm so stupid!" You whispered as you fought back tears, you covered your face with both hands and started sobbing. Emily sprinted around to the drivers seat to comfort you. She gently peeled your hands away from your face, holding your palms in hers she caressed them with her knuckles softly. You sniffed and shook your head in denial before looking out the window.
" hey, sweetheart look at me please" her voice was as soft as an angel and so gentle as if you were something valuable that could be broken, that's something you loved about emily, she was so comforting in all circumstances, no matter what. She placed her hand under your jaw and turned you to look at her. She stared at you with her cute Bambi eyes so filled of love, and she so badly wanted to say " I love you" but she knew you wouldn't be able to comprehend them.
" look y/n, i wannaâ kiss you back but I can't. That doesn't mean I don't want to, I just want you to be able to give me your full sober concent." She spoke as slowly and clearly as possible so you won't misinterpret anything.
" and your not stupid, we all make mistakes my love. Once I accidentallyâ well I got drunk the morning of my Law exams and failed them, and that did set me at a disadvantage for my career but I still made it into this job" she continued to rub your knuckles and wip every tear that fell from your eyes.
" and this joke takes y/n, but it also gives.... it gaveâ" she took a deep breath before exhaling heavily. " it gave me you." Hearing these words made your heart flutter souly. Your little smile came across your face which emily mirrored.
" now, my sweet girl, my I take you home?" She spoke in a old French accent waving her hand a fancy motion, You both laughed until you were out of air. after the laughter died down She chuckled and placed a hand on your thigh squeezing the tender flesh which made your breath hitch.
The drive home was long but certainly not quiet at all, you and Emily blasted high 2000s music all the way until she arrived at your home. You knew there was gonna be alot to discuss the next day but you should be fine once you have emily by your side.
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° NOTHING ELSE °
pairing: Chris Sturniolo & fem!reader
in which: after a long day at work all you want is to be close to your boyfriend. âĄ
~warning: nothing,its all fluff,nicknames,English is not my first language! ~
Wednesdays. How you hated them.
You're currently sitting in your office,having tons of paper to sort out and put into system for company you worked for,the sound of rain hitting the windows,keyboard of your computer clicking as your fingers almost finished all the work,only other sound was little hums you left throughout the time...the sighs,the deep breaths,the melodies that were in your mind.
It was enough of a bad day for you,your period,the stupid rain,the coworkers being annoying..just everything was irritating you,and the tons of work didn't help much.
Only thing that helped your mind ease was Chris..knowing he was at home,waiting for you,made you feel warm and relaxed. He was everything you needed. Nothing else.
As you glanced at the clock on the wall,it was near 01:30pm.
'Just an hour and a half more untill being home.'
You thought to yourself .
Your head pounding and the sudden sound of growling in your stomach breaking the silence. You haven't eaten anything yet,but lunch at home won't be soon enough and at this moment the only thing you wanted was to just lay down,sleep and eat. With a big exhale,you moved the chair and leaned back,rubbing your eyes in exhaustion as your gaze fall to the phone on the desk. Thinking about calling Chris sounded like the best thing possible right now. Without hesitation you picked it up,your finger hovering over his contact before calling him. As soon as he answered you can hear his voice.
'hey ma',what's up?'
'hey baby..nothing..-im just exhausted and bored..wanna be home right now'
Your voice tired and soft over the phone. It was clear you needed rest.
After a long call with Chris,time passed,it was now 2:15pm.
'Ugh,just a little more..'
You said to yourself with a big sigh,wishing the time can just pass as soon as possible.
Fastly enough it was time. The clock hit 3pm. Signaling it was time to go home.
You got in the car and drove to your and Chris's house,opening the doors,the warm cozy atmosphere hitting you immediately,the smell of a welcoming home.Taking your shoes off,and putting your coat away you see Chris waiting for you on a couch,your gaze falling to the table in front of him,with bouquet of flowers and ordered food. You could feel your face grinning into a smile,as he stood up towards you.
'hey baby,m'so glad you're back..finally.'
With a kiss on a forehead he pulled you down on the couch to lay with him.
'how was work darling? anything happened?'
He asked while running his hands through your hair softly.
'no,just ton of works,it was very exhausting today...'
You answered while relaxing into his touch,the headache already feeling better.
'well..we can do something if you want,like go out for a walk or little drive..whatever you feel like doing,im down'
His voice was soft and sincere,always knowing what to say or do to make you feel instantly better.
'mhmm..we can stay home tonight,exactly how we are right now,i don't wanna move,just wanna be like this-close to you..it's all i need at the moment'
Chris instantly got that and just relaxed with you,cuddling you even more and just doing everything he could to be there for you.
'i love you,you know that right?'
His voice suddenly breaks the comfortable silence.The words full of truth and emotions.
'yes baby,i love you too'
The only sound right now was your giggle,you always enjoyed times like this with him.You could do it forever,it was all you needed.
Just Chris,and nothing else. âĄ
author's note: sorry if this is not good,or long,but Im trynna get back into writting,i hope you liked it,lmk what yall think and ofc I always take requests! âĄtell me if you wanna be added to my taglist! also wanna thank to @strnilolover my Gabby for giving me an idea,love her so much âĄ
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Asking them to peel a orange for you: jujitsu kaisen edition
Genre: fluff
Characters: nanami kento, Satoru gojo, geto suguru & Shoko Ieiri x reader
Nanami kento
His laptop is open off to the side of him with the vacation website open, you both are coming to the conclusion of where youâd like to stay on for upcoming vacation. Kento finally is putting his paid time off to good use with the help of you convincing him to do so. âI think the home you looked at before was nice and cozy, not too far from the beach plus it had a nice backyard with that beautiful fire pitâ you say imagining what itâd be like as you grabbed an orange from the fruit bowl. Kentoâs eyes never leaving the computer screen, subconsciously takes it from your hands and begins peeling it for you before you can protest he sets aside the orange rinds on the coffee table in front of him on a napkin. He hums with his eyes scanning over the information of the cozy vacation home as he peels the orange completely, peeling off the stringy white parts the best he can before handing the orange back to you. Smiling softly you take the orange, eating the little slices as you come around to gently bend over the couch wrapping your arms around him looking over his shoulder. You plant a kiss on his cheek softly, he smiles at your actions as the smell of citrus engulfs his senses. âWe can even make sâmoresâ you suggest picturing the evening with him. âIâve always wanted to try sâmoresâ he adds scrolling down the page to book your stay, heâs taken back by your slight gasp âyouâve never had sâmores?!â.
Satoru gojo
With orange in hand you walk into your living room to see your boyfriend laying on the couch relaxing in his sweats on his day off scrolling away on social media. His head peaks up from the screen, his eyes light up when he sees you âthereâs the love of my life, come cuddle me Iâm coldâ he says with open arms. A smile creeps onto your face, you chuckle at his dramatics before crawling on the couch into his arms. You hold up the orange looking up at him âthe love of your life would like you to peel thisâ he looks down at you then the orange. âWhat do i get from this transaction?â Satoru teases and leans his face closer to you. âA kissâ you roll your eyes as you position yourself to sit in his lap facing him, he nods as he takes the orange from your hand working away to peel the skin off. Within seconds heâs done but he keeps the orange in his hand, âmy kiss pleaseâ he says with a grin, rolling your eyes you lean forward pressing your lips on his. It lasts for a moment his soft lips on yours before you pull away, he smiles and takes an orange slice before giving it to you. He eats the slice and shakes his head âstrawberries are ten times betterâ he says discarding the orange rinds on the side table next to your couch before looking for his phone. âLook this cat reminds me of youâ he says showing you.
Suguru geto
Youâd just put the girls down for the night when you come back to the kitchen, geto has two wine glasses on the counter and is working on making a charcuterie board for the two of you. âThey enjoyed going to the movies with you today, that was nice of you to take themâ he hums placing a kiss on your forehead. âMhm it was nothingâ you say with a smile as you get the wine bottle opener. âWould you be willing to peel that orange for me? i hear it pairs well with red wineâ you ask as you look through the cabinet. âYeah i got itâ Suguruâs eyes trace over your figure with a small smile as he begins peeling the orange placing the small slices next to the nuts and dried fruit. you place a kiss on his cheek, geto leans down a little and kisses you softly. Sharing the moment for a second before pulling away you smile lovingly at him, heâs smiling back as you pick up the wine along with the glasses. âSee you up thereâ you wink at him before walking upstairs.
Shoko Ieiri
Making your way down to her office with her lunch and your lunch in hand, you knock on her door softly before opening it when she says come in. Her eyes not tearing away from the paperwork in front of her until she hears your voice âhey beautiful, i brought you lunchâ you hum in excitement to see her. She looks up at you with a smile âthank you babe, you didnât have to do thatâ she chuckles closing the file in front of her tucking it away for later. âlets go sit outside, i need a smoke breakâ she stands up putting her coat on and pulling her hair out of the coat. You both are sitting next to each other on a bench after she finishes her cigarette, she opens her water as you turn to her. âCould you peel this for me?â You ask innocently as she looks from your eyes to the orange, taking it from your hands working at it slowly. Picking off the big stringy pieces for you and spitting it in half taking a couple small slices for herself. She hands it back to you then opening her lunch bag, as you eat one of the small slices of the orange âguess what i found out todayâ she says in a whisper tone. Turning to her ready to hear what she tea she has to tell.
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a ( very ) self-indulgent one shot where Sylus encourages your Taylor Swift vinyl collecting ... because i've been listening to her since i was 7 and you'll have to rip the albums from my cold dead hands.
buy me a ko-fi đŤśđť
You're splayed out on Sylus' couch, waiting for him to come home. You're completely cozy, his vinyl player playing your favorite album as you read a book. When the door opens with a creak, Sylus steps in silently.
He's drinking in the sight of you. It feels like you are back in his cave, where he can keep you safe. Where he can spoil you. Where all of his treasures lose meaning. After all, all of the shiny things in the world would never amount to you.
"You like the record, I take it?" He muses, finally breaking the silence and announcing his presence. You light up the second you see him, something that is not lost on him. He likes your smile, and he'll spend a million lifetimes trying to put one there.
"Well, it is my favorite album. And the pressing is so pretty. I think I watched it spin for like, 10 minutes before I got cozy on the couch."
He comes to sit with you, and you quickly move to intertwine yourself with him. Actually, that's not quite true. You both move toward each other until you are melded together. Your legs hang over his lap, your back against the arm of the couch. His arm lazily draws patterns on your leg.
"I'm glad you enjoy it, kitten. Next time there's an auction, I'll bring you with me now. You're getting good at spotting value."
You giggle at him. One of your hands comes up to play with his hair. It's soft, and you lose yourself in it, combing through it. "You won't judge me if I use your card to buy my favorite albums? Even if it's Taylor Swift?"
He chuckles. "I don't care what you buy. As long as it makes you happy, go for it, kitten. -- Besides, I already got you a orange original Reputation released in 2017."
"I know, but now I'm eager to find a 'betty in the garden' version of folklore!" You says with a smile, happy that he remember your favorite album was Reputation. He also had gone to great lengths to get you a copy of the Eras Tour movie. It is your favorite type of vintage.
"Mhm," he says, knowing that he'll full well direct your attention away from that particular vinyl. Not because he doesn't like it. No, because it's already gift wrapped and sitting in his office for your anniversary.
He meant it when he promised himself that he'd do whatever it takes to make you smile.
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I just saw this art and had some CEO Sevika Thoughts đľâđŤđľâđŤ
https://twitter.com/2400db/status/1777950953817207073
O. M. G. i'm combining this with another ask i got because these two reqs go together like peanutbutter and jelly. EEEK! (also, the link doesnt seem to work now, but it was art of two characters-- i'm not sure who-- where one was sitting in a spinny wheel office chair, back to her computer set up, and the other was straddling her, trying to talk on the phone while the first girl is feeling her up)
the last tidbit in your vacay sex w ceo sev hcs inspired me. could we please get something soft with high!sev after both her and r have smoked?
i like to imagine her hair in a bun with a hoodie and sweatpants on. just looking so pretty and soft and staring at reader like :]
i also like to think she likes skin to skin. :3
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men and minors dni
from time to time, you and sevika work from home.
her penthouse has three bedrooms. one for the two of you, one for guests, and one you've turned into a little study for the both of you for times like this.
two desks on opposite walls, a few bookshelves, a couch, it's a good space. it's helped a lot over the years. when sevika's sick, you manage to convince her to just spend the day in her study instead of torturing herself by dragging herself to work. when the two of you are feeling burnt out, a day taking calls and video meetings at home always help.
and today, you're using it for the best reason of all. it's a snow day.
the city below sevika's windows is covered in a blanket of snow. you've been watching the white powder fall all day. sometimes the blizzard rages so hard, that all the windows in sevika's high rise are greyed-out, and it's like you guys are living inside of a cloud.
sevika has no meetings today. you don't either. so, in an effort to stay cozy, you both decided to stay in your pajamas. sevika looks so snugly in her big sweatshirt and plaid pajama pants. her feet are socked in mis-matched animal print socks, one cats, one ducks. her hair's in a messy bun, and she's still got a bit of sand in her eye even though it's almost lunch. you love her like this.
it's been a slow day. with the whole city trapped inside, the usual twenty calls an hour you're used to answering has dwindled down to two.
at lunch, sevika manages to convince you to smoke a joint with her.
"c'mon babe." she whines, kissing up your neck as you stir the tomato soup heating up on the stove. "no one's gonna need us today. and we're already so cozy, 'n we got nowhere to go..." she wiggles the fat joint she'd rolled in your face. you huff and roll your eyes.
"i need to talk to HR." you grunt, snatching the joint out of her hand and shoving the bubbling pot of soup to the side. "my boss is peer pressuring me to do drugs with her." you tease, quickly lighting the tip of the joint against the burner before putting the soup back. sevika snatches it from you before you can take a puff, running out to the balcony. "sevika!" you squeal as she throws sliding door open. "you're gonna freeze your ass off!" you laugh.
"come here!" she demands, waving you over. you giggle, turning the burner off and running after your wife, grabbing two blankets off the couch as you go.
the balcony is spacious and covered, but with the wind this high up, there's only four inches of space that hasn't been covered in snow. you and sevika squeeze together in the shelter, shivering and huddling under the blankets as the blizzard rages around you.
"you're insane!" you laugh, sevika pulls you closer to her chest, puts the joint, somehow still alight, between your lips.
"puff." she says. you forget the cold for a moment-- the demand sending a shock of arousal down your spine. you take a hit, keeping eye contact with her, and she grins, before pulling the joint away and pressing her mouth against yours.
you exhale, and sevika inhales the smoke from your lungs before she shoves her tongue down your throat.
she pulls away with a smirk. you gulp. "there. warmer?" she asks, putting the joint to her lips as she smirks down at you. you huff, then stick one of your freezing cold hands under her sweater, pawing at her nipple. she squeaks, you giggle at how quickly her nipple gets hard in your fingers.
you guys smoke the joint fast, after that, faster than you probably should've smoked a joint that big. but it was so cold, and the only relief was the warmth from the joint, and you couldn't really feel the high out in the cold...
which means that once you guys get inside, giggling and shaking the snow off your blankets and out of your hair as you quickly warm up, you're both hit with a very sudden, very intense high.
you know you're fucked when it starts to feel like you're underwater. you know sevika's fucked when you look up from your feet where you're struggling to get out of your slippers, and find her giggling at a dick she'd drawn in the frost on the glass wall of the living room.
"sev." you whisper, grinning. she looks over at you, her smile growing impossibly wider when she sees you. you can practically see hearts in her eyes, and you snort. "oh shit." you laugh.
"we still got work." she giggles. you bite your lip.
"fuck." you chuckle.
"ooooh babe! food!" she says suddenly, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the kitchen.
logically, you know that it only takes about ten minutes to make two grilled cheeses and heat up some soup. but it feels like it takes a year.
you keep turning the burners off by instinct-- and sevika has to laugh and turn them back on, reminding you that you're cooking lunch.
she keeps trying to 'season' the food-- which is concerning for a number of reasons. one being that sevika's a horrible cook, who doesn't know the difference between a teaspoon and tablespoon; two, being that she's holding the cinnamon sugar while she says it. the third, most concerning thing is that you're tempted to let her. cinnamon grilled cheese? your high, munchie focused mind thinks, that could work...
eventually, the food is finished, without modification. sevika has to smack your hands twice to remind you to wait for it to cool off. you have to smack hers once.
you guys eat, curled up together on the couch in your study. it could be the weed, but you think it may genuinely be the best grilled cheese of your life.
sevika seems to agree. she keeps moaning and grunting as she chews and slurps her soup.
it should gross you out. she's too high to mind her manners and chew with her mouth closed. really though, it's just turning you on.
she looks up at you, her cheeks stuffed with grilled cheeses, tomato soup dripping down her chin onto her lap, and you bite your lip. she chews, swallows, then speaks. "you wan' som'a mine?" she offers.
your heart leaps in your chest and you surge forward, pressing your mouth against sevika's. she groans, her hands flailing, and she clumsily puts her dishes on the little coffee table. the second she's free, you straddle her lap, clawing at her shoulders, pinning her to the couch. she pulls you down to grind against her, sinking her nails into your hips. you shudder.
you aren't wearing anything under your pajama pants, and you know sevika isn't either. it's just two thin pieces of flannel separating you. for a moment, the dry fabric adds a delicious friction to your movements--but you soak through your and sevika's pants in less than a minute.
and, fuck, you feel like you're in heaven. you feel like you're melting into sevika, it feels like her fingers are made of magic, the sweet grunts and whimpers she's letting out sound like music.
she's like putty in your hands too, chasing you when you pull back, whining when you pull away to breathe. you giggle, smiling down at her and tucking her flyaways behind her ears, she sighs, nuzzling against your palm, and you lean down to kiss her forehead.
"love you." you whisper. she smiles.
"i love you too." she says. you watch in fascination as she licks her lips slowly, looking you up and down. "so... y' gonna ride me now or what?" she asks, grinning and waggling her eyebrows at you.
you burst into a fit of giggles, and sevika grins, nuzzling against your neck and sucking hickeys into your throat. "mmm... okay." you agree. you can feel her lips curl into a smile against your neck, her fingers tugging the drawstring on your pajamas undone.
suddenly, your work-phone starts ringing on your desk. you and sevika both turn around to glare at the sound, and you groan when you realize what it is. sevika makes a choked sound. "n-no--" she manages to whine before you pull yourself off her lap and start walking over to your desk.
sevika squawks, and then in a flash, she sprints over and squeezes between you and your desk chair, flopping into it and tripping you on the way. you squeak, but sevika catches you around your waist, pulling you onto the chair, and her lap, in a straddle. you huff, glaring down at her, and she grins.
"answer the phone." she demands, just like earlier on the balcony. you shiver, and she grins, tugging your pants down over your ass as you bend over her and grab the phone off your desk, pressing it to your ear
"hello?" you choke out. sevika chokes on a laugh, smacks your ass, and you flail, squeaking and smacking her shoulder as you do.
the voice on the other line-- somewhat familiar, a recent client's assistant or something-- asks to speak to sevika. sevika, the exact moment the voice says her name, sinks her teeth into your neck while her fingers start to circle your clit.
"ah-huh-wh-sheeee's, uh, she's not available right now." you say, cringing. sevika's free hand tugs your sweater up, and you smack her forehead-- already knowing what she's planning.
the voice on the phone babbles on and on-- you're not sure about what, you're distracted by the cocky smile she shoots you before ducking in and taking your breast into her mouth. you moan, a horrible, very audible "aaah!" right into your phone.
sevika grins like the devil.
"sorry, s-sorry--there's a bug!" you choke out before the person on the phone can ask you any questions.
oh that's okay. the voice says. i'm the same way, especially about roaches. ew. anyways, as i was saying...
sevika shoves three fingers past your lips and down your throat, you gasp, sputter, and choke, and sevika pulls her fingers free just in time for you to mutter a "sorry, continue," down the line, before shoving her fingers back in your mouth.
it's possibly the hottest thing that's ever happened to you. she keeps thrusting her fingers in and out of your mouth, tiny clicking wet noises escaping with every thrust of her fingers as drool starts to drip down her wrist and your chin.
you try to keep your moans to a minimum. you don't succeed very well.
"you like this?" she whispers. you nod, your eyes closed, tears soaking your cheeks as she continues to fuck your throat with her fingers.
she giggles, then pulls her hand away.
you gasp, your eyes flying open for you to glare at your wife. she just darts forward and gives you a quick kiss, and then she sinks one of her drool-covered fingers inside of you.
you bite your tongue to keep from whining. she kisses a path to your tit, gives it a few nips, then bites your unkissed nipple as she sinks a second finger in your cunt.
"uhhhn, fu--she actually just walked in--here she is--" you spit out before pulling the phone away from your mouth, letting out a long whine, and pushing the phone into sevika's ear. she glares at you, pulling her mouth away from your tits with a pop that you're certain whoever's calling can hear.
"hullo?" she grunts, pressing the phone between her shoulder and ear, freeing her hand to fondle pull her pants down as she sinks her third finger inside of you. your thighs quake, her cock springs free, and you moan.
"fuck, sev, please."
she grins, gives your cunt a few more good thrusts with her fingers, before pulling them out and spitting in the palm of her hand, giving her cock a few quick pumps, and then lining it up to your cunt.
it's your turn to get your revenge. sevika always needs a second to adjust before she can sink all the way inside you-- overwhelmed by the squeeze and warmth-- but today you don't allow it.
you sink down on her in one swift movement, grinning at the pathetic, "hhhhaa--" it draws out of her. you're so fucking lucky whoever's on the phone is a chatterbox.
you start bouncing on her cock, your ass smacking her thighs with each go, and sevika's got the most pained, pathetic look on her face as she bites her lip to keep her moans in.
you chuckle. "you're lucky you're cute." you whisper, before pulling your shirt off and shifting so sevika can muffle her moans in your tits, one of your hands tangled in her bun, at the base of her neck.
you tug the phone out of her hand, taking a deep breath and collecting yourself in a true show of your strength and professionalism-- and steadily, (not at all breathy, no matter no much sevika will pretend otherwise) say: "i'm so sorry to have to cut our conversation short, but it seems the blizzard's just knocked the power at our facilities out, and we have to go handle that before our heat goes next. we'll be sure to call you back as soon as possible."
oh, well i'm so sorry to hear that! i hope all your employees are safe! i must say, i thought people were being dramatic about the snow, but it must be awful bad where you are if-- you hang up.
"fuck!" you shout, throwing the phone back down on your desk. sevika growls against your tits, and it a second, shes standing, keeping you on her cock with a solid grip on your ass.
she drops you on the couch, not losing her rhythm for a moment as she balances on top of you. eventually, she has to breathe, and she pulls away from your tits with a gasp. "i fucking love you." she whimpers. you giggle.
"i love y-you too, sev." you whisper.
"louder, baby, nobody's listenin' anymore." she demands. you whimper, clenching around her cock, and she chuckles, one of her hands darting down to rub at your clit.
"s-sevika! baby, i love you, i love you!" you gasp. she grins.
"there you go."
"i love you, please, i'm so close you're gonna-- i'm gonna-- sev, i just-- you--"
"whaddya need baby? anything, anything."
"kiss?" you whimper.
sevika cums at the word, her eyes rolling back in her skull and her arms shaking as she tries to keep her pace. it's so hot, and you're so close, and she keeps fucking you even as her cum starts to leak out of you--
and then she tears her eyes open, gasps, and smashes her mouth against yours.
you fall apart, cumming and clencing sevika's sensitive cock hard. so hard, in fact, "oh, b-baby, i!" sevika collapses against you, her cock pulsing inside of you a few more times, and you gasp.
the moment you catch your breath, you burst into giggles.
"did you just cum again?" you ask. "twice in one minute, sev?!"
"fffuck offff." she mumbles against your tits.
"that.. was so hot." you say. she giggles now too.
"g'night."
"sevika." you tug her bun. "it's the middle of the day."
"i'm done. g'night."
"c'mon." you pout, gently tapping her cheek, trying to get her to open her eyes. "we'll have a warm shower and i'll make hot chocolate? with whiskey? we'll turn the phones off, okay? cuddle in bed a bit?" you bribe. she peeks one eye open.
"can i eat you out in bed?" she asks. you snort.
"i was thinking bed would be more like a nap, babe."
"mmm. can i eat you out in the shower?"
"you can eat me out after our nap."
"can i wake you up with it?" she asks, a sparkle in her eye. you roll your eyes.
"only if you actually let me sleep. and you try to sleep too, okay?" you ask. she nods. "one hour, at least." you demand. she pouts, but nods again, and you burst into laughter. "kiss." you voice your final demand. sevika grins, and leans in happily.
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kinktober day thirty one: uniform
pairing: matt murdock x reader
word count: 842
notes: happy day thirty one! it's official, our third kinktober in the books! thank you so much for participating this year, i had a great time, and it forced me to actually write every day, which i've been slacking on. the full masterlist will be out tomorrow, and keep an eye out for 12 days of ficmas planning!
matt could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins even as he stumbled back into your shared apartment. his mind was consumed by thoughts of you, even after surviving another fight that nearly got his ass handed to him. none of that mattered to him. all that mattered was you.
you were on the couch, curled up with a book in hand and a mug of tea on the side table. it was a cozy night in for you, though you couldnât help but worry about your boyfriend. you had no idea where he went off to on nights like these, and when you asked, he swore up and down he was just staying late at the office with foggy. you wanted to take him at his word, but there was that nagging feeling in the back of your mind.
when the front door opened, you looked up, expecting to see matt entering like he always did, hanging up his coat and setting his briefcase down. and you saw him, but it was how he looked that made you gasp. he was bloody, his breathing labored as he shut the door behind him. he looked like a certified trainwreck, and you found yourself wondering if he actually got hit by a train.
âmatt? oh my god, what happened to you?â you asked, putting your bookmark into your book and getting up from the couch.
âdoesnât matter,â he mumbled, making his way over to you. his arms settled around your body, the familiarity calming his senses, and he buried his face against your neck. you felt him press kisses along the length of your skin, keeping you pressed firmly against his aching body. you could feel his muscles flexing, like it was exhausting simply holding you up.
âit matters a lot, matt,â you replied, but he shook his head and began to guide you backwards, towards your bedroom. he knew the layout of the apartment, so you didnât worry about him bumping you into anything. but he did guide you towards your bed, his hands still grasping at your clothes.
âtalk later, need you now,â he said, his voice muffled against your skin. you fell back onto the mattress, and he landed on top of you, keeping himself as propped up as he could. you had so many questions, there was so much going on, but he was clingy, kissing you in all the right spots, making your head spin and your mind go a little foggy. he seemed like he was in a rush, like he needed you more than water, more than oxygen. his hands fumbled with your sweatpants, only really needing those, and your underwear, off of your body. you lifted your hips so he could tug them both down, and he did so with quick hands. you heard the bottoms of his suit get tugged down, and you felt his aching cock against your thigh.
âshit,â you muttered, and you felt him smile against your neck.
âsee? need you,â he replied, and you nodded. he really did need you.
it didnât take long for him to sheath himself inside of you, and the groan that left him made butterflies erupt in your stomach. you took a deep breath, adjusting to the feeling that youâd been missing, and then gave him the okay to start thrusting.Â
to your surprise, it was slow, lazy almost. with the way heâd been so eager to have you, not even bothering to get out of whatever it was he was wearing, you figured heâd be all over you, like an animal. but no, his hands held onto you gently, like you were something fragile. and maybe, to him, you were. maybe whatever he handled out there made him reevaluate how he treated things around him, or maybe he was mapping your body, so he never forgot how it felt under his rough, calloused hands. whatever the reason, you loved it. you loved the gentleness of his touch, and you craved it more than you realized.
his lips met yours in a deep kiss, and he continued to thrust into you, swallowing your gasps and moans as he angled his hips to hit that sweet spot that made your toes curl and your back arch. and when your back arched, one of his arms wrapped around you to hold your body to his chest.
âmissed you,â he whispered against your lips.
âmissed you, too,â you whispered back. âhad me so worried.â
âi know, and iâm sorry.â
he continued the rhythm of his hips, listening to those gorgeous sounds you made, just for him. it further solidified that you were the only one he wanted to come home to. your love was the one thing that kept him going, especially during nights like the one heâd just had. he didnât want to lose you, he couldnât lose you. so he wouldnât. he would keep coming back to you, because you were worth it. youâd always been worth it.
and he would spend all night showing you.
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Art Therapist!Reader x Task Force 141
Summary: Today weâll get to look at the first client, John Price.
Notes: I should comment that Iâm not sure if I want this to go in a platonic route or a romantic way so weâll see from here. Might make the readers decide. <3
I hope i capture all of the boys good, because Iâm still fairly new writing for the cod men.. sorry if theyâre very ooc </3
Oh boy.. writing this took a minute and Iâm so not impressed with this one but trust.. this will get better :)
Do reblog, like, and comment to lmk what you think about this!
Thank you, sweets! đ
Part One. Client One: John Price.
The clack of your heels were heard through the halls as you smiled brightly, excited to get to know one of your new clients.
You had two sheets on a clipboard in your arms, a notepad in the other and a tote bag in your left arm.
You had some things youâd like to discuss with him, comforts, favorite snacks and tea. These are important you know! You always got the jitters when you had a new client.
Walking into your small office you sat your bag down on the side of your chair, and placed the clipboard and notepad neatly on your desk.
A sigh left your mouth and you rolled your neck around, trying to crack it and find relief.
âMm.. ok, where to start..?â You mumbled to yourself as you looked at your bag and nodded.
Starting to unload everything you put your thermal cup filled with peppermint tea on your desk, a sketchbook, coloring book, and coloring pencils neatly into a pile.
Next you pressed the button on your work phone to hear all of your new voice mails and put lights on, in the dimly lit room.
You had two lamps that brightened the room with a nice yellow hue and a flower lamp on your desk that shined a pink light.
âMs. Kate left a voice message, it says, âGood morning, you said 9:30 but weâll be there a bit earlier than that. Heâs adamant about being early to things. John is a veryâ Heâs a man that likes to stay on the move you know? Keep that in mind. He likes his hands full. Anyways, see you around 9:20â 25. Thank you, Again.â ââ
You laughed at her comment, knowing well you like to have your hands full too and canât stay doing nothing for too long.
The time on your clock stated 9:15, so theyâd be here soon. There wasnât much else you needed to set up in your cozy office but you decided to fluff out the pillows on the couch across from your desk and prep your notes.
Finally, after you killed some time drawing in your sketchbook you heard a knock on your door. There was quiet chatter.
âCome in please!â You called out, closing your sketchbook and looking up towards the door.
In walked in who you assumed was Kate Laswell and behind her was a handsome gruff looking man. He was very well built, a nice beard and mustache and he looked around the same age as the woman. He also had a nice ass but you shook your head away from those thoughts.
Standing up your walked around your desk and grinned widely, you stated your name and then, âItâs a pleasure to meet the both of you. Iâm very excited for todays session if you couldnât tell..â
âNothing wrong with that. Iâm hoping this goes smoothly.â The man, who youâre sure is John, smiles at you and nods approvingly.
âYes, you wonât give her a hard time right?â Kate jokes and he shakes his head and raises his eyebrows.
âShe should be worried about Soap. That man is a twat sometimes.â You chuckled along with him and waved your hand dismissing that.
You pointed to the couch and asked them to have a seat so you could talk to them about basics first and grabbed your notepad and a pen, sitting in your chair.
âBefore we start, I want to re-introduce myself. My name is y/n, and Iâve been doing art therapy for three years. I have a degree in arts and a degree in counseling/therapy.â You waved your hands around as you talked.
Kate and John nodded at your words as you spoke and they seemed pretty impressed with what you said.
âKate Laswell, John Price. Itâs nice to meet someone enthusiastic like you.â
You smiled at the comment and then let the two settle in on the couch. Tapping your fingers in your desk you spoke again.
âOk so, Iâm sure you may have questions that you wanted to ask personally! Some worries and concerns?â You tilted your head to the side and smiled, âOr would you like me to give you a brief explanation on what I strive to achieve with art therapy?â
âItâs be nice if you explained it better.. I feel like this is too childish for a man like me.â John commented.
âMhm, I understand what you mean. A lot of people believe that but itâs all about what works for YOU. Art is a form of expression that anyone can use. Why not incorporate that into helping others and finding yourself too, Hm?â You aided.
It was a bit silent in the room after what you said. John nodded his head, his arms crossed over his chest and pursed his lips, turning to face Kate.
âI like you. Hopefully the boys will too. God knows we need this type of energy with the line of work weâre involved in.â Kate sighs, âIâll take my leave, and be back around.. 10:30?â
âYes! 10:30 or you can come around 10:25. Either works for me, If it works for you,â You got up and extended your hand, âThank you, by the way. I live my life as optimistic as possible and like to bring that into the workplace.â
Kate nods and shakes your hand. Her hold is firm and strong, sheâs a kind woman.
âJohn, play nice.â She said, facing the older man, before leaving and giving you a smile.
After she left you looked at Price and clapped your hands together.
âWell, now I have some personal questions for you. These are about boundaries but I hope you do know we might have to cross them once in a while ok?â You sat on top of your desk this time moving your notepad and pen onto your lap.
John folded his hands on his lap and looked at you in your eyes. It was silent for a moment yet again, though you didnât mind. If he needed time to formulate his words youâd give him all the time in the world.
He opened his mouth then closed it, with a huff he said, âThereâs not many boundaries I have, Iâm sure youâre supposed to start slow when doing these sessions, yea?â you nodded, âSo I believe you wonât be asking too much about me yet, so when the time comes.. Iâll be somewhat of an open book.â
He smiled at you slightly, tight lipped and tapped his fingers against his knuckles.
You took a breath in, then let it out. Humming at his words you write down on your note pad:
âPrice. Little to no boundaries at all. Open book maybe by the third sesh.â
His eyes watch your fingers as youâre writing, heâs a bit tense, not really knowing what to do. He can already imagine Simon being worse than he is right now.
âOk so! I do have a question that Ms.Kate didnât really specify, and I forgot to ask. Is there a problem thatâs bugging any of you? Or is this just to maintain a good mind setâ or close to an ok mind set?â You put your hands out, trying to elaborate in a more understanding way, âFor example, keeping your anger in check, having an outlet to let out heavy emotional burdens.. those types of things?â
John ran his fingers through his beard and tapped his foot on the ground, thinking on what you said. He didnât exactly have any thing bugging him, heâs been working in the military for well around 18+ years and thatâll get you used to the atrocities you see.
âIâm pretty sure Kate had the latter in mind when doing these sessions. I know I donât have much bugging me, Iâm about ready to retire sometimes,â he joked with a laugh, âItâd be nice to have an outlet from what we do every now and then.â
You laughed with him and nodded your head. His words resonated well with you. Anyone knew that working in the military/army would drain you. Could leave you mentally unwell after years.
So you strived to understand and learn each and every one of these men. To hopefully be able to aid them in different, helpful ways.
âWell, im glad you think so! Now, I actually have something I want you to do today. Itâs very simple.â
Pulling out a coloring book and some color pencils, you held them out in front of you, âSo, we wonât be doing anything too bigâ yet! I have a coloring book here that goes based off of mood. Itâs also a journal. I want you to write in this everyday, starting today, ok?â
John raised his brows at you and you raised yours back. He scratched his beard and looked down at the coloring book with different mood faces on it. He took a copy of one book and a pack of coloring pencils you offered after.
You opened up the book to the first page and pointed to the happy face. Underneath the face were lines and a quote that asks you why you were feeling the emotion you were feeling.
âCurrently Iâm feeling happy, Iâll take a yellow pencil and color that face in.â You explained simply, âIâm feeling this way because Iâve had my favorite tea, my cat cuddled with me this morning, and Iâm looking forward to my new clients.â
Once you finished you turned the book around and showed John. âThatâs all you have to do. Nothing too long, but if you prefer to do that I donât mind. Just donât give me a word or two. I want one to three sentences.â
You watched as he began to do what you did. He colored in the neutral face with a brown colored pencil and underneath he wrote two sentences explaining why he felt that way.
For the rest of your session you introduced yourself more and had him give you tid bits about his life and line of work. In your mind you wanted to have this space be as personal but comfortable as possible.
You talked a bit about your life as well, giving him insight into your day to day life and how your other sessions go sometimes without disclosing private information about your other clients.
Soon enough the time came to when he had to leave and your session ended.
As Kate waited by the door, you put your hand out towards John, âI hope to see that book filled out. If anything is bothering you after today, write it down and we can go over it, yea?â He nodded his head shaking your hand, and let out a gruff âyesâ.
He left with that and you were alone in your office thinking over this mornings events. It was slow paced and simple. You didnât like unpacking a lot of information on the first day. Over time theyâd get more comfortable and the art part of this would help them express how they felt without speaking. Actions are always far bigger than words.
You cracked your knuckles and went back to your chair, looking through your schedule planner, tomorrow youâd have a man by the name of Simon âGhostâ Riley.
Huh, what a name.
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Traditional Extra III
Read the rest here: Traditional
I will be writing all the extras I have listed on that post somewhere floating on this blog but I was going to write a different one but I was overcome with a punch to the uterus and felt like Traditional Harry would have fun taking care of our girl here.
~2.8k words of fluff and talk of periods. Not too graphic and not all that proofread. (Also like two little lines alluding to sex.)
She was different. Harry didnât care what she had to say. He would give up his whole company for her, to her. Whatever she wanted. His entire life used to be this company but since he met her, it was just her, her, her. Nothing else mattered. He would fire anyone for her.
(hope you've been enjoying my little dividers I've been making, i've been enjoying them hehe)
Harry entered Niallâs office with a stack of papers in his arms but nearly dropped them the moment he looked at the pretty girl laying on Niallâs couch. She looked ill and miserable but seemed to be sound asleep. âWhatâsââ
âShh!â Niall hushed quickly. âShe just fell asleep.â
Harry frowned feeling anxiety for her well-being creeping in. He put the pile of papers on Niallâs desk and crouched beside her sleeping form. It didnât look very comfortable. Her body was curled up and twisted, Niall had thrown his jacket over her like a blanket. There was a look of discomfort etched on her face, her cheeks flushed, and her eyebrows scrunched together like she was in pain. Harry gently brushed the hair out of her eyes and tried to see if he could move her a bit, so she wasnât so twisted.
âDonât move her. She said it was the only way she was comfortable after practically writhing for ten minutes.â
âWhatâs wrong?â He whispered. Harry was also slightly annoyed that Niall seemed to know his girlfriend wasnât doing so hot at the moment better than he did. It made him surface level jealous. He wanted to take care of her, thatâs all he ever wanted to do. She was perfect, adorable, and she made Harry so overwhelmed with love for her he would have done anything to make her happy.
Niall shrugged. âI donât know. I just got her to rest only like fifteen minutes ago. She looked miserable during our meeting, and she wonât go home. Wonât tell me whatâs wrong. She keeps saying itâs not that big of a deal, but she said she didnât sleep well.â
Harry wouldnât know. He didnât go to bed until nearly three in the morning chatting with some overseas clients. By then he was exhausted, he fell right to sleep beside what he thought was her sleeping figure but now he wasnât so sure. Maybe she wasnât asleep when he rolled into bed. Harry frowned feeling like he let her down by not checking on her before drifting off so quickly. He left a note in the bathroom for her to find when she woke up, saying he would be a couple of hours later than normal and to have the driver take her in. So, he hadnât seen her since yesterday afternoon to even know she wasnât well.
âOh, poor love,â he leaned in to kiss her lightly on the forehead. âDoes she have any other meetings?â
Niall shrugged. âNot with me, but she might have ones on her calendar,â he tilted his head toward her desk still within his office. She could have gotten a new one, but she liked working with Niall. They were a good team, and she thought her little space was cute and cozy.
Harry went over to her desk and looked at the itinerary of her schedule she left on the desktop. âSheâs got one practically every hour till the end of the day. Even one at four...who scheduled that?â Harry murmured.
âNot sure what the four oâclock one is but must be why she isnât going home,â Niall rolled his eyes. âThe one oâclock is you thoughâtea and coffee,â Niall chuckled after a moment.
Harry felt a crushing amount of love surge through his body. He had no idea she scheduled time to see him during the workday. He swore his heart stuttered at the sweet thought. âOh, kitten,â he murmured to himself. âSâmatter, baby?â He cooed gently to her dreaming figure. He pressed his lips on her forehead and hoped that whatever she was dreaming about would make her feel better.
*
Harry did a double take as he walked by the conference room. Her laptop was shut, her head pressed against the table, and she wasnât moving. If Harry didnât know better, he would have thought she wasnât breathing.
Since Harry found her asleep on Niallâs couch, he hadnât a moment to check on her or even message her to see how she was doing. As much as he would have loved to see her, he let her skip their one oâclock meeting in favor of letting her sleep. Hopefully she wouldnât be too upset with him. His mind was thinking forward to dinner, he planned on making her favoriteâbreakfast for dinnerâin hopes that it would make her feel better.
Slowly, he opened the door. Like it was her conference room, and not like he didnât own the whole floor, the whole company, and ergo the whole room.
âHey beautiful,â he said gently. âYâokay there?â He frowned. She didnât move and Harry wondered if she fell asleep again. He worried immediately about her forehead, the awkward angle of her neck, and just her overall wellbeing. âKitten, baby?â He asked when she didnât respond.
âMmm,â she hummed.
Harry slowly made his way over to her. Crouched to her side again, putting a hand on her back.
She turned her head, resting her cheek now on the table and looked at Harryâs beautiful anxious face. âOh kitten, sâmatter?â He pouted. âWhy didnât yâgo home?â
She sighed. âMâfine,â she mumbled. âJust have to finish some notes.â
âLove, mâordering yâto go home.â
âYou wouldnât do this for anyone else that works for you.â
âKitten,â he rolled his eyes. âYouâre not anyone else.â
She sighed, a bit of annoyance on the edge of her breath. âSânot what I want.â
âThen tell me, please,â he asked softly. She was different. Harry didnât care what she had to say. He would give up his whole company for her, to her. Whatever she wanted. His entire life used to be this company but since he met her, it was just her, her, her. Nothing else mattered. He would fire anyone for her.
She groaned and lifted her head up. Harry was so handsome it made her tired mind struggle to form the correct words. His button-down was tucked into his pants showing off his practically delicate waist that he spent hours on at the gym. By the same token, his pretty, muscular forearms were on display due to the sleeves being rolled up to his elbows. His pants hugged his thighs like they were painted on. She was lucky he skipped the tie today. She wouldnât have been able to breathe. He was so hot.
It was utterly unfair that she couldnât do anything about it.
She took a deep breath and Harry noted how flushed she looked, like it was hard for her to breathe. âI just have really bad cramps, Harry. I forgot my medicine and havenât had a spare moment to go get some.â
The relief Harry felt was instant and he wished he could have passed that off to her. He was grateful it wasnât something that required a hospital visit like the flu or...anything.
âWhy didnât yâsay something, kitten?â He asked.
âBecause I can usually just manage itâand it happens every month and women are already at a disadvantage on the corporate ladder I donât need to go home because my uterus is rebelling.â
Smirking at her little diatribe, he leaned forward to kiss her forehead. âMâsorry, love,â he cupped her face gently.
âAnd Niall let me miss my one oâclock meeting,â she pouted.
Harryâs heart actually, truly fluttered. He wouldnât tell her that he knew what her one oâclock was. âSâokay, kitten. Niall wouldnât have let yâmiss if it was really important.â
She frowned. âIt was.â
Oh, she was so cute. It was going to kill Harry. âWhat kind of medicine dâyou need?â
âItâs just Midol but it works so well,â she explained rubbing a hand down the side of her face. âItâs not that bad if I can find a comfy position to sit but naturally itâs never a normal position.â
Harry felt so sad she was in pain. He wanted to put her in his lap and hold her for forever. âThen letâs go home and get yâsome medicine.â
âI have toââ
âYou donât have tâdo anything but go home with me, mâlove,â he promised.
She sighed. It did sound like a good idea to go home. She just wanted the ache to stop. It felt so agonizingâa constant reminder she wasnât feeling well and felt weaker for it. âCan I do my notes at home when I feel better in an hour?â
âNo,â he smirked shaking his head simply.
She frowned. âYouâre so bossy.â
âI am the boss.â
Harry would let her do whatever she wanted. After a quick trip to her office and then Harry grabbing his jacket, he held her hand as they walked to his car in the parking garage. People knew they were dating but given they were hardly ever in the same room together; it wasnât something obvious. No one treated her differentlyâbut even if they did, she was convinced Harry would fire them on the spot.
Sânone of their business who I date. He told her when she walked in with him that first day after being officially hired as a full-time employee.
Like the perfect gentleman, Harry opened her car door just as he had since that very first date over a year ago. She leaned forward pressing her head to the dashboard as Harry climbed in to drive her home. âDo yâhave medicine at home or do we need tâstop?â He asked.
She sighed. âHome,â she murmured.
âPoor, love,â he frowned. Sitting up for the drive, she closed her eyes trying not to think about how the pain in her lower abdomen was wrapping around her back. Harry kept eyeing her out of the corner of his eye. âSâit always like this?â He murmured trying to remember if he ever saw her doubled over in pain at any time over the last year. Honestly, he never even thought about her cycle. The only indication was the tampon wrappers in the bathroom. Otherwise, she went about her day.
âYeah, but I usually have medicine to keep it under control,â she released a controlled breath.
He frowned again; made a mental note to buy at least three bottles of Midol to store in his desk, in the car, and honestly considered just carrying one around just in case. When they arrived home, Harry hurried to catch her door opening and helping her out, letting her actions slide that she didnât wait for him to release her from the car properly since she wasnât feeling herself.
Once inside she kicked her heels off and headed immediately for the medicine cabinet pulling out the bottle she wanted most and sticking her head under the sink tap for a sip of water. Sighing, she bent over gripping the counter. Harry couldnât help but think about how he usually stood behind her at times like this and made her moan his name.
âWish you could fuck me like this,â she muttered. Harry chuckled, feeling his cheeks warm a bit. It was nice she was thinking the same thing as him.
âSoon,â he promised. She sighed pressing her cheek to the cool counter. âWhat can I do, love?â He asked pressing a hand on her lower back and gently brushed it in a small circle against her dress.
âOh...â she moaned as if he really had just physically inserted himself from behind. âThat...â she sighed as she angled her pretty bum toward him more, so his hand rubbed her back. âIf you donât mind,â she was melting into the touch, and Harry smirked at her.
âCâmon,â he pulled her up and back toward him, so her entire back was pressed to the length of him. He guided her toward the bedroom, his hands on her hips and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head as she walked. âLetâs get yâshowered,â he suggested depositing her on the bed and then rushing to get the shower on and warming.
She shook her head. âI donât want to stand,â she groaned.
âIâll hold you, kitten,â he promised pulling her dress over her head and dropping a kiss to the curve of her shoulder and neck. He pulled firmly on her tights to get them off but left her underwear for her to handle. âWhy donât yâgo in first,â he encouraged gently unclipping the back of her bra and not even paying attention to her mostly naked form. Harry was all business when it came to her discomfort. Always. Ever since the coffee incident late last year. âIâll be right in,â he promised already working on the buttons of his shirt. She felt warmer than she already felt the havoc her cramps were causing on her body. Harryâs fingers deftly undoing the buttons seemed downright pornographic.
Quickly, she headed to the bathroom before she became dumb and mute watching him. After taking care of things beneath her underwear and stepping into the shower, it was obvious Harry was right. Surprise, surprise. The stream of water on her lower back felt like magic on her aching muscles. âAll set, love?â He asked from the door. She nodded and sighed.
âM-hmm,â she hummed pressing her hands on the back wall while the water massaged her lower back.
The chill of the bathroom air seeped in through the warmth of the shower steam as Harry stepped in behind her. âCâmere,â he pulled her back to his body, and he pressed his fingertips below her navel where it ached most. He kissed the side of her head as she groaned with relief from the pain, finally.
âOh...â she turned her head toward his chest. âThank you,â she sighed putting her hand over his and shifted his hand lower asking him to press in a different spot. He nodded, following her silent direction and continued her massage. They stood quietly in the shower for twenty minutes just listening to the sound of the water running over them and whining through the pipes. Harry kept his hands on her stomach and worked the aching muscles like a deep tissue massage. He may as well have put his hands directly on her uterus.
Eventually the water felt too warm, especially with Harry wrapped around her and the ache finally dulled long enough that she didnât need Harry holding her so close. But she definitely liked it.
The medicine was starting to kick in just barely right as Harry turned the water off. Harry wrapped one of his blue fluffy towels around her and kissed her forehead as he left her inside the shower so she could stay warm and get herself all cleaned up. Harry had tossed a new pair of her underwear into the bathroom after he had left and she thought the gesture might make her cry.
Stupid hormones.
When she exited the bathroom, she felt nearly brand new. Harry was immediately at her side pulling a cozy hoodie over her head from his university days and helped her step into a pair of sweatpants. She sighed as he pulled her down on the bed and he spooned her up to him. He was quiet, kissed the back of her head as his hands dipped below the elastic of her pants to resume the massage he had started in the bathroom.
âHave I told you I love you today?â She sighed dreamily.
He chuckled and pulled her somehow closer to his body. âMâglad youâre alright,â he murmured. âSaw yâsleeping in Niallâs office today. Thought yâwere dying or something.â
She smirked to herself. âFelt like it. Didnât know you came in to see that.â
âI told Niall to cancel your one oâclock so you could sleep.â
She frowned. Of course, Niall knew the one oâclock wasnât life or death but that didnât mean she didnât want it. She was still under the assumption Harry didnât know what it was. âThat was an important one,â she muttered.
âOh yeah?â He hummed into her hair. There was a smile in his voice as he spoke. She could feel the shaking of his head as he answered her. âYâdonât need tâschedule a meeting tâsee me, kitten. Iâd drop everything tâsee you,â he promised.
She rolled over in his arms so she could see his face. It felt like she hadnât seen it much today since he spent most of the shower, the last few minutes in bed behind her. His smile was easy, his eyes a bit hooded as he looked her over. âI love you,â she whispered.
âSay it again,â he smiled excitedly, just like the first time she said it out loud to him.
Harry was adorable and she would say it a million times just to make him happy. She wouldnât say another set of words if it meant his happiness. âI love you,â she giggled.
âI will never tire of that,â he murmured and pressed a gentle, warm kiss to her lips, holding her pretty, lovely face between his hands. âI love you,â he sighed gazing at her so adoringly she swore all the cramps dissipated. Or maybe the medicine was finally working.
But she liked to believe that Harry was the cure for every bad thing she felt.
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I'm actually not doing the thing.
There are so many reasons, but the biggest one was that HR would not budge on me needing to either flex hours elsewhere or work from home on Friday afternoons. The management position would be full-time (I am not currently full-time), and it's required to be primarily onsite with remote flexibility only three days a month and only on Tues-Thurs. B gets out of school at 12:15 on Fridays. We have a lovely routine of grocery shopping, getting lunch and frozen yogurt, and spending some time hanging out. It's very special. Plus, my husband works and Fridays my mom has activities with her church friends until about 3pm, and both of those things are important. It's not that I couldn't afford to put B in afterschool care or something, but it's not worth that to me. I LOVE my Friday afternoons, and I LOVE my job--the one I have now. I do not actually want to change jobs...I just know our agency has a history of hiring some pretty awful people, and I am worried about that after about a year of having a boss I love. That's not reason enough to take the position if I can't keep my Friday afternoons. ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ My boss promised to sit in on all of the interviews and do her best to get us someone good. I appreciated that they tried to convince me but also respected it when I told them that Friday afternoons were a firm deal-breaker for me. The more I thought about it, the more I was filled with absolute dread about going back to full-time again. I already feel like nearly every second of my life is full of responsibility...what on earth was I thinking taking on more!? I feel very at peace with the decision. On Friday morning, I got to hang up some more art work from some of my clients in my cozy office. I didn't have to explain to anyone that I'd be changing positions and wouldn't be able to work with them regularly anymore. And, I did stay a little later that day for our holiday party (husband took a long lunch to get B), but by 3pm I was cuddled up with B on the couch watching The Grinch. Life is good. :)
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Three's Company
that one fic where i went lowkey crazy and wrote them all getting freaky
warnings: smut, hair pulling
5.2k words
Alex loved the rain. She loved the way it pattered against the windows, creating soft white noise for her to tune out the world. A time when Alexandra Cabot could be fully relaxed was rare, but the rain got her a step closer.Â
She sat on the couch, curled under a blanket, reading her latest case file. Typically she would move to her desk or the dining room table, but she just couldnât resist the cozy atmosphere of the den in the darkened rainy glow. Her cat, Arthur, sat atop the other half of the large file stack sheâd been sorting through for the past hour. If he wasnât cleaning himself, he was swatting at the tassels on the knitted throw.Â
Alexâs vanilla candle burned, creating a calming warm smell that contrasted with the cool tones reflecting from the window. Even though her work was anything but, she felt light and at peace. The quiet was⌠too quiet, though.Â
The door burst open, immediately ending her leisure time.Â
âJesus Christ!â A voice called. Casey Novak walked into their shared apartment soaked to the bone. âItâs pouring buckets.âÂ
âPouring buckets?â Alex questioned, looking up from her files, chuckling.Â
âYes, pouring buckets.â She doubled down, kicking off her shoes and hanging her coat on the rack. Her briefcase was slick with rain and not wanting to make a mess, she simply laid it on the front mat. âAnd I took my bike today, of course. The weatherman lied! He said no rain,â She pouted.Â
Casey crossed the room, kissing Alexâs head and petting Arthur softly. She ruffled his fur until he meowed crossly and jumped down. Alex shot daggers in her direction, Casey muttering a wincing âsorry!â for disturbing their time spent curled up together.Â
Casey flopped down next to Alex, reading the in-hand file over her shoulder before Alex snatched it away.Â
âConfidentiality!â Alex called dramatically, leaving Casey to roll her eyes.Â
âIâm nosy,â Casey protested.
âYou just spent all day at the office and now youâre home wanting to⌠read more about the law?â Alex questioned.Â
Casey finally gave up, bounding off the couch and calling over her shoulder, âIâm showering! My hair is going to curl from the humidityâI can feel it.âÂ
Alex frowned to herself, secretly disappointed. She loved Caseyâs curly hair on those rainy humid days when the straightener didnât cooperate.Â
Figuring her quiet time was over, she carried the files off her lap and placed them on the coffee table. She swept herself into the kitchen to grab two large wine glasses. It was Friday and Casey had a long week; losing cases, problems with being the new girl in the unit, she needed to be pampered. And if Alex was good at one thing, it was pampering.Â
When the shower water turned on, Alex began pouring a fancy red wine into the glasses. Placing them on the end tables, she then turned her attention to the fireplace. It wasnât cold enough for a full fire yet, but Alex knew that Casey loved the sounds of nature. The rain outside and the fire crackling would be her exact idea of paradise.Â
Fifteen minutes later, Casey emerged from the bathroom, her red curls now glossy from the shower, her skin rosy from the warmth of the water. She was wrapped in a fluffy robe, toweling her hair dry.Â
âOh my god, you didnât dry your hair,â Alex said, crossing the room to twirl a damp curl around her finger. âIs it Christmas?âÂ
Casey smiled, her dimple on display, âI know you like my hair natural and, well, itâs Friday. I donât have work tomorrow, so Iâll indulge you.âÂ
Alex wrapped an arm around Caseyâs shoulder, handing her one of the two wine glasses. It was only then that Casey noticed the decadent fire and atmosphere Alex had put together while she was in the bathroom.Â
âOh, you romantic,â Casey teased, taking Alexâs hand and leading her to the couch. She sat, swinging her legs onto Alexâs lap. The short robe didnât leave much to the imaginationâ especially in this position.Â
Alex watched as Casey sipped her wine, her eyes wandering over her flushed skin, the way her damp curls stuck to her neck and shoulders. She reached out, gently playing with a strand of Casey's hair, her fingertips tracing along the nape of her neck.
"You look...ravishing," Alex murmured, her voice soft and thick.Â
Casey quirked a brow. âBecause of the hair or because Iâm in your robe?â
Alex's lips tugged into a smirk, her fingers continuing their exploration, tracing the edge of the lapel on the robe.
"Both?" she admitted, her voice low and suggestive. She shifted her body, moving closer to Casey, her hands roaming across her shoulders and down to her waist, pulling her in closer. The faint scent of her freshly showered skin was intoxicating, and Alex couldn't help but press her lips to her neck, trailing kisses along her collarbone.
Casey hums, appreciative. âMhm, did you miss me today or something?âÂ
Alex smiled, hungrily, âI miss you every day.â With a swift movement, she pushed Casey back against the couch, hovering over her, her light blue eyes dark with desire. Her hands roamed further beneath the robe, pulling at the sash that held it closed.Â
âI couldnât stop thinking about you,â Alex confesses, trailing kisses down Caseyâs neck, âabout all the things I wanted to do to you when you got home.â
Casey lets out a soft whine, obviously affected by the words.Â
âMe neither. I always do when you have days off without me being home.âÂ
A sly smile tugged at Alexâs lips, pushing her robe off her arms. She pressed her body against Casey's, pinning her down on the couch, her lips hovering over her chest.
"You always do?" she teased, her hands sliding up the inside of Casey's thighs, her fingers slowly caressing the soft skin of her inner thighs.Â
Casey nods frantically, only making Alex cockier. She enjoyed how Casey reacted to her, the way her body twitched with need at every slight touch. Her hand slid down, running over her hips, proving her point. Casey bucked her hips into Alexâs touch as she settled in between her legs.Â
"You could've come in the shower with me, you know," she said, raking a hand through Alex's hair.
By now, Casey knew all of Alexâs weaknesses and vice versa. She knew how sensitive Alex was and how much she liked her hair messed with. Sometimes, she put it up just so she could feel Casey tear through.Â
Alex let out a soft moan as Caseyâs hand ran through her hair, her eyes darkening with desire. She leaned into the touch, her body pressing against Caseyâs
"Oh trust me, I wanted to," she admitted.Â
She captured Caseyâs lips in a bruising kiss, her hands roaming over the bare skin of her chest.Â
"But now you're here, and I have you all to myself," she whispered, her lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake.
"Yes," she gasped.
She leaned back, admiring the view before her. Casey, beautiful and flushed, laid out beneath her.
"Look at you," Alex murmured, "So lovely, so responsive."
"And all yours," she nods, pulling Alex's hair slightly.
Alex let out a small moan as her hair was pulled, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. She nipped at Caseyâs chest, leaving a small mark.
"Case," she breathed, "you know how I like it when you do that."
She could feel Caseyâs hips arch into hers, could feel the heat of her desire as their bodies moved together. If there was one thing Casey liked more than receiving, it was making Alex feel good in the process. In the past, she had always been solely a giver. She liked to hear their sounds, know how she was doing, and usually got off just by getting them off. But with Alex, god with Alex⌠it was so different. Every time they were intimate, it was a religious experience.Â
Alex's own desire was growing stronger, her body responding to every movement, every sound that came from the redhead. Alex let out a low groan as she felt Casey's hips grind against hers. It was a tempting display, one that made her own control waver, but she was determined to maintain the upper hand. She quickly pinned Casey's hips down, preventing any further movement.Â
"Please.." she begged
Alex's resolve was faltering. Caseyâs plea, the pleading tone in her voice, was almost too much to bear. She wanted to give in, to give the girl what she wanted, but she also wanted to make her wait, to make her desperate.
"Please what, Case?" she asked, her voice a low, sultry whisper.
"Please touch m-"Â
A knock sounded at the door.
Alex froze her ministrations, cursing the interruption. She reluctantly got off of Casey, an uncomfortable heat now emanating off of her body. Casey sat up too, slower because of the heat between her legs and the need coursing through her, but she was quick to slip the robe back on and cover herself.Â
Alex crossed the room, fixing her hair and trying to make herself look presentable. Or at least not like she was about to have sex. She looked through the peephole, squinting. These things werenât exactly easy when you had horrible eyesight and thick-framed glasses. She could make out a black coat and short-cropped dark hair.Â
Alex opens the door slowly, âOlivia?âÂ
Olivia Benson stands on the other side, hands in her pockets. She takes in Alexâs disheveled appearance and then looks past her to Casey on the couch, looking similarly suspicious.Â
âAm I interrupting something?â She asks, an almost amused look crossing her features.Â
Alex quickly cleared her throat to compose herself, âNo, not at all.â She motioned for Olivia to come in. When Olivia walked past her, Alex made an exasperated face at Casey for their unwanted interruption. Casey stifled a laugh.Â
Olivia wandered further into the living room, taking in the fire and the wine. It was obvious she had picked a bad time.Â
âOlivia?â Alex said, breaking her out of her haze. âIs everything okay?âÂ
She seemed to hesitate and think it over. âI⌠well, I have been meaning to talk to you about something.â She spoke in a quiet voice that was so⌠un-Olivia.Â
Alex's heart sank slightly, her mind jumping to a million different things. What could she possibly want to talk about at this hour? She tried to keep her voice steady, though she couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive.
"Okay," she encouraged.Â
Olivia took a deep breath, pausing for a few seconds.
"It's...it's about Casey," she said, her eyes darting over to the redhead on the couch.
âWait, me?â Casey got up to stand where they both were gathered. Now her mind was racing too. She had only worked in Oliviaâs unit for a couple of months. Had they already decided that they didnât like her? Was she about to get fired by someone who wasnât even the SVU unit chief?Â
"Can we..." Olivia glanced at Alex, then back at Casey, "Can we sit down for this?"
Okay, now this definitely felt like Casey was getting fired.Â
They sat down, Alex following Casey, taking her hands. Olivia sat in the lounge chair across from them, eyes continuously flickering back to Alex and Caseyâs obvious affection.Â
Olivia glanced back and forth between them, her expression serious.
"How long have you two been together?" she asked, her voice even and controlled.Â
Alex and Casey couldnât tell if this was a genuine curiosity, or if this somehow had involvement with Oliviaâs work. Was she usually so straightforward in interrogating her friends?Â
"A few months," Alex finally said, her voice steady despite the knots in her stomach. "It's only recently started to get serious though."
âAnd youâre already living together?â Olivia questioned.Â
Now Alex felt like she was on trial. âWell⌠I mean technically? I moved here because my apartment flooded. Casey was my closest friend who also was an ADA, so we started carpooling, staying together, and this all justâŚhappened.âÂ
Alex didnât want to give away too much, they were trying to keep things private at work. Only Huang knew, really, but that was because he just happened to be an almost psychic shrink and also Alexâs best friend.Â
Olivia studied them for a moment, her gaze unflinching. It was as if she was evaluating the sincerity of their answer, trying to see if they were telling the truth.
"And youâre⌠committed?â she prodded, a hint of skepticism in her voice.
Alex bristled slightly at the skepticism in her tone, her protective instinct kicking in. She squeezed Caseyâs hand, a silent reassurance to both her and herself.
"Yes, committed," she repeated, her voice firm. "We're in a serious relationship, and we're happy together."
Olivia nodded, her expression softening slightly, though there was still an air of tension in the room. She leaned forward in her chair, bracing her elbows on her knees.
"And you're...exclusive?" she asked, a hint of doubt in her voice.
Alex could feel the tension in the room growing thicker, the conversation edging into dangerous territory. She wanted to know where she was going with this.Â
Caseyâs face remained stoic, but her fingers squeezed Alex's. âWhy are you asking so many questions?â Casey asked.
Olivia took a deep breath as if she was steeling herself for something. She glanced at Casey once more before finally speaking.
"Listen... this is going to be... difficult to hear. And I'm warning you, I don't want either of you to freak out, okay?"
"The preface isn't really helping, but alright," Casey said, warily.Â
Olivia nodded, seemingly bracing herself. She looked down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers for a few seconds before finally speaking.
"The truth is...I have feelings for Casey."
The confession hung in the air like a heavy cloud, the room growing deathly silent. Alex's heart seemed to stop, her breath caught in her throat. She glanced at Casey, who had gone completely still beside her, her face unreadable.
Casey's face showed pale shock "I..what?"
Olivia let out a shaky breath, her eyes flickering between them.
"I didn't mean for it to happen," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "It just...did. I tried fighting it, I really did, but the feelings just grew stronger. I tried to hate you when you first started butâŚ"
Well, that made more sense. Casey always thought Olivia and Elliot just hated her for no reason and ostracized her as some cruel newbie ritual, but maybe it was more than that. Elliot obviously liked Olivia. So if Olivia let it slip that she was eyeing Casey? God, she felt like she was back in middle school.Â
Olivia looked between them, her expression almost sheepish.
"I know it's not what either of you expected to hear. But I couldn't keep it in any longer. It's been eating me up inside." She let out, hanging her head a little with the revelation. âI never even noticed it until I saw you two together. I was so envious at how you two acted. How happy you made each other. I always wished it couldâve been me making you both happy.âÂ
That last part made Alexâs eyes flick up. âDid you want to be with..both of us? If you were thinking like that?" she asks, not wanting to assume, but also curious.Â
Oliviaâs eyes widened at the question, clearly not expecting it. She swallowed hard, her hands clenching on her lap.
"I-I...yes, I suppose you could say that," she replied, her voice shaky but honest. "I know it's...unconventional, I know it's not what most people would expect or understand, but the thought has crossed my mind."
The truth is, it has also crossed Alex and Caseyâs mind. It was never something they seriously pursued, but they had talked about it and were both open to adding someone in if the time was right. They knew how they felt about each other and didnât need anyone else to fulfill their needs, but they were both busy people. Three people working in law enforcement basically still amounted to about one and a half people altogether.Â
Casey and Alex both shared an intrigued glance.Â
Alex grabbed Caseyâs hand, moving for them to both sit closer on the cushion more towards Oliviaâs chair. She found herself sitting just inches away from the woman who had just confessed to having feelings for her and her partner. The proximity felt both exhilarating and dangerous.
Without thinking, Alex reached out and tucked a hair behind Oliviaâs ear. Alex watched Oliviaâs reaction intensely, making sure she was reading the room correctly and not stepping on anyoneâs toes.Â
Alex looked back, whispering something to Casey that made her blush. Olivia wished that she knew what they had said, but she didnât have much time to think because suddenly Alex was kissing Casey deeply right in front of her.Â
It was unexpected, yet sent a shiver down her spine. The way Alex grabbed Caseyâs chin and took charge, Casey plump, full lips reddening and glistening as Alex obliterated her mouth. It was so rough and passionate, Olivia already felt her stomach fluttering.Â
When they broke free from each other, both womenâs eyes were dark with lust and desire. Casey had already been pent up from before, but now? She was insatiable.Â
Finally, Olivia spoke. "That was-" she began, her words trailing off as she struggled to find the right ones. She ran a hand through her hair, her eyes flickering between them.Â
"It was what?" Alex leaned in, breath lingering with Oliviaâs.Â
Olivia swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on Alexâs lips. She seemed mesmerized, caught in the magnetic pull between them.
"It was... unexpected," she murmured, her voice low and hoarse, "And... exciting."
The response was simple: âDid you like it?â Casey chimed in. She had been quiet, mostly having Alex take the lead, but she wanted to ensure they all werenât too far gone before they discovered how the trio felt.Â
Olivia could feel herself falling deeper into the web of this magnetic tension, her defenses crumbling under the weight of her attraction. She let out a shaky breath, her eyes dark with desire.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, "I did."
Alex nodded, grabbing Caseyâs hand for support before she captured Oliviaâs lips softly. Olivia gasped softly at the contact, ready for this to happen, more than ready, but still surprised when it did. She felt a rush of warmth spread through her body when Caseyâs hand caressed the back of her neck. Having Casey peppering light kisses behind her while Alex devoured her lips whole was heaven. Â
With a sudden urge, Casey whispers, âPull her hair,â she kisses the shell of her ear. âShe loves it.âÂ
Oliviaâs eyes widened at the suggestion, a flicker of desire flaring in them. She turned her gaze to Alex, taking in her flushed cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She reached out, her fingers tentatively trailing through Alex's hair, gently massaging at her scalp, and then tugged just slightly, testing Alex's response.
Alex let out a soft moan as Oliviaâs fingers tugged at her hair, just enough to get her attention. The unexpected move sent a shiver down her spine, and she unconsciously leaned into the touch, her eyes half-lidded.
Olivia seemed encouraged by Alex's response, her grip on her hair growing more firm. She tilted Alex's head back, exposing her throat, her eyes roaming over her face as she leaned in, her breath hot against her skin.
Alex's breath caught in her throat as Oliviaâs grip on her hair tightened, the sensation both possessive and erotic. Her heart was racing, her body responding to the mixture of dominance and desire in the air. She leaned further back, submitting to the hold on her hair, her eyes meeting Oliviaâs in a mixture of arousal and surrender.
"Kiss her," Casey encouraged, nipping and leaving soothing kisses on the backs of Oliviaâs shoulders.Â
She tugged once more on Alex's hair, pulling her closer, before claiming her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
Alex's body responded immediately to the kiss, her hands instinctively coming up to grip Oliviaâs shoulders. Her head was spinning, her body caught in the intoxicating mix of sensations - the pull of her hair, the feel of Oliviaâs lips on hers, the lingering presence of Casey near them. She let out a soft whimper into the kiss, her resistance melting away.
Her hands slid down Oliviaâs shoulders, gripping at the fabric of her shirt, anchoring herself to something tangible as she lost herself in the sensation. Every pull on her hair sent a jolt of pleasure through her, further heightening her response to the dominant gesture.
Casey moaned from the view, licking at OIiviaâs neck and unbuttoning her collared shirt from around the back.Â
Oliviaâs breath hitched as Caseyâs mouth moved down her neck, the material of her shirt parting and revealing more skin for Casey to discover. Her head was swimming, her thoughts a jumble of sensations, all focused on the two mouths and four hands that were sending her senses into overdrive.Â
"Is this okay?" she whispered, biting Oliviaâs earlobe.Â
Olivia shuddered, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She managed a nod, her voice betraying the desire and excitement coursing through her.
"Yes," she gasped out, her hands gripping tightly to Alex's waist as Casey ripped at her bra desperately.Â
Alex turns to Casey, lifting her up from Oliviaâs chest by her chin, and giving her a slow, languid kiss. âAnd you? Are you okay?â She checks in.Â
Caseyâs cheeks were flushed, her eyes darkened with desire, and she bit her lower lip before nodding.
"Yes," she breathed out, her voice betraying her own arousal. "I'm...I'm okay."
"You sure, baby?" Alex said, kissing her cheek sweetly.
"I'm sure," she affirmed, her voice a bit breathless. "I'm... I'm more than okay."
"Good girl," she said, climbing onto Caseyâs lap and straddling her. Casey let out a shaky breath at the sudden closeness, her hands automatically coming to rest on Alexâs hips, moving her back and forth gyrating on her lap.Â
Casey couldnât help looking over and into Oliviaâs wild eyes. Olivia took this as her cue to step closer, her body fitting into the space between them, her hands coming to rest on Alex's shoulders. The proximity was intoxicating, each woman's breath mingling with the others, the air thick with something that was both primal and electric.
Alex wordlessly slid herself down, placing kisses along Caseyâs stomach, Caseyâs muscles tensed in anticipation, her hands clenching the material of the couch in a desperate bid to keep control of herself.
She grabbed Oliviaâs hand, "So wet for us," she cooed. "Look, Liv," she motioned for Olivia to examine the effect theyâd had.Â
Olivia couldnât look away. Her eyes roamed over Caseyâs body, now practically bare, and the words Alex uttered as she teased around where Casey neededâgod, it was almost all too much. She took a step forward, her own hands reaching out to touch Casey too, her touch tentative and reverent.
Caseyâs breath hitched at Oliviaâs sudden contact, her body arching involuntarily. Oliviaâs mind was fuzzy, too much pleasure, too many things she wanted to touch.Â
"Mhm, doing so well, Liv," Alex said, moving back up and capturing Caseyâs lips "Isn't she, Case?"
Caseyâs brain was too hazy with pleasure to formulate a coherent response. She nodded, her head still spinning. âSo good,â she reassured.Â
âCasey can take more than that,â Alex reminded Olivia. See how worked up you got her?"
The teasing only made Casey arch up into Olivia's palm more. Alex kissed Olivia, all tongue and teeth, making Olivia's tentative motions increase on Caseyâs thigh. Olivia removed her other hand, though, grabbing the back of Alexâs neck to deepen the kiss.Â
Alex noticed Casey's whines of unfulfillment and decided to stop distracting Olivia altogether. âWho do you want to taste?â She purred into the crook of Oliviaâs neck.Â
Alex smiled a cat-like grin, enjoying Oliviaâs dilemma. She glanced at Casey, laid out and waiting, and took mercy on her.Â
"You should start with Casey," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "She's been so good for us."
Oliviaâs breath hitched at Alexâs suggestion, a shiver running down her spine. She turned to look at Casey, taking in the flush on her cheeks, the look of need in her eyes. The next touch was electrifying, sending a jolt of pleasure at finally being touched through Caseyâs body. Caseyâs body arched, wordlessly imploring Olivia to continue.Â
Oliviaâs hands were tentative initially. Her touch was gentle as she got her bearings and explored the territory in full. She ran he hands up Caseyâs thighs, over the curves of her hips, then back down, swallowing thickly as she eyes the womanâs slit.Â
Alex sat back next to Casey, taking the lead once again to whisper into Caseyâs ear. âEncourage her, darling. Make noise for her,â she sucked at her weak point behind her ear, making her hips buck.Â
Caseyâs head fell back as Alex kissed and sucked at her neck, already red and marked from earlier. Casey writhed under their combined touch, overwhelmed by so much heat in so many areas.Â
Olivia shyly began kissing Caseyâs thighs, hands prying her legs apart. Olivia had never done this with a woman, and she was afraid her inexperience was showing. Alex, though, was too perceptive not to reassure her.Â
âDonât be afraid,â she said to Olivia, bending down to kiss her cheek. âIâve eaten her out more time than I can count.âÂ
Olivia swallowed hard, her cheeks burning. Despite her own inexperience, she could feel her body responding to the imagery.Â
âShow me,â she said, her voice quiet and ragged.Â
âYou want a demonstration?" she stood, leading Olivia up by her chin.
Olivia nodded, her eyes fixed on Alexâs face, her expression a mixture of curiosity and lust. Mostly lust. She allowed herself to be led upward, following Alexâs movements.Â
Alex placed a kiss on Oliviaâs lips before pushing her down softly onto the couch. Alex, finally having enough, ripped the remainder of the robe off of Casey, leaving her completely bare. Olivia was timid, only kissing around the exposed skin, but Casey was hers.Â
Oliviaâs breath was taken away by the sight before her, her eyes roving over every inch of Caseyâs fully exposed skin. The woman was beautiful, stunning, and seeing her in all her glory was almost overwhelming. She felt a mix of desire, need, and something else, some emotion she couldn't quite put a name to. For a moment, she couldn't look away, her own body responding to the scene unfolding before her.
"Like what you see?" Alex teased huskily, kneeling in front of Caseyâs open legs. She met Alexâs gaze, her own expressing a mix of desire and hunger. Her hands subconsciously gripped at the couch, her knuckles almost white as she attempted to control her own body's response to the sight before her.
âWatch, Liv,â she warned. âEyes open.â She reminded the detective as she licked a long stripe up Caseyâs cunt.Â
Casey couldnât stop the moan that escaped her lips as Alexâs tongue made rough contact. Alex knew how impatient Casey was, that all this teasing had to already have her close, but that didnât mean she couldnât take her time.Â
Caseyâs eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, but then flew open realizing that Olivia was there watching. Their gazes locked, Olivia losing all sanity. Olivia was rocking back and forth on the couch, trying to find some friction.Â
Casey took pity on her, motioning her over. As Casey was about to unzip her pants though. Alex sucked directly onto her clit.Â
âOh, fuck!â she cried, balling a fist in Alexâs hair.Â
Alex inserted two fingers, her slick mouth lifting momentarily. âPraise her, Olivia. She needs you,â she stated before going back to work.Â
Oliviaâs mind buzzed with excitement and nervousness as she stumbled through her words, wanting to do whatever it took to please Casey, but at the same time, her inexperience made her feel clumsy and unsure. She never had this kind of problem with men. With them, it was all unemotional and quick. Over and done with.
"You... god, you look so beautiful," she managed to stutter, her voice low and raspy, her eyes fixed on Caseyâs face. Casey moaned at the compliment, at how surprisingly gentle it was in contrast to Alexâs skilled tongue.Â
âYouâre doing so good for her, Casey, I wish it were me,â Olivia said, only realizing what she had implied after it left her mouth. âI've thought about touching you so many times.â
Casey groans, bucking into Alexâs face, riding it. Olivia didnât think her words would have that much of an impact, but she continued.Â
âYou always wore those unbuttoned shirts,â she recalled, running a hand up Caseyâs neck. âThey drove me crazy. I wasnât able to focus on the briefing when you were there.âÂ
Casey was caught in the middle of it all, lost in a sea of sensations, her body aflame with desire and need. The combination of Alexâs insistent, skilled tongue, and the sincere, honest words from Olivia was almost too much to bear. She found herself arching her back, her hands gripping the couch, her entire body a live wire, every nerve ending alive.
Every sound, gasp, and moan, lit a fire under Olivia, accentuating her confidence further. Alex doubled her efforts, the sound of Caseyâs wetness echoing out into the room. The calming sound of rain was now replaced with something else. Alex looked up and noticed Oliviaâs lustful gaze.Â
âKiss her,â she ordered, voice almost unrecognizable. âSheâs close.âÂ
Olivia responded desperately, kissing her, swallowing her lips whole. Whatever Alex told her to do, she would. Whatever it took to please them both. She noticed the fast pace which Alex was sliding her fingers in and out of Casey, curling them to make her cry out, completely at her own disposal.Â
Casey responded desperately to Oliviaâs kiss, holding onto the back of her neck to keep her mouth still while she rode Alexâs face. Casey couldnât focus on anything, her need too strong.Â
When Alex curled her fingers, finding the spongey spot inside, Olivia whispered, voice sultry, âCome, for her. Come for us.âÂ
And Casey did. Olivia swallowed Caseyâs moans, holding her tightly through her climax, feeling Casey trembling. Caseyâs body came down slowly from the built-up pleasure, running a hand through her curly hair, sweat glistening on her forehead.Â
Alex released her grip on Caseyâs thighs, removing her fingers once Casey began to sit up, and held them out for Olivia.Â
âSuck,â she instructed, holding out three fingers for Olivia. Oliviaâs eyes widened once she realized what she had to do. What she wanted to do. Arousal shot through her as she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Alexâs fingers obediently. The action was wanton and bold, and almost enough to make her come from the overstimulation and unresolved desire.Â
Once Alex was satisfied that her fingers were clean and not a drop was wasted, she pulled them out of Oliviaâs mouth with a pop.Â
She licked her lips, cleaning off the remainder of Caseyâs juices before turning to the two women before her.Â
âSo?â Alex began. âWhoâs next?â
#law and order svu#alex cabot#casey novak#olivia benson#calex#svu#cabenson#casey novak x alex cabot#olivia benson x alex cabot#olivia benson x alex cabot x casey novak#nsft#cabensonovak#fanfic#sorry this is self indulgent and also not beta beta read
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Abundance
incubus!Gojo Satoru x black!fem!reader
Warnings/Content: 18+ only cursing, praise kink, some spit (not spit play), blowjob, toy usage, joint (that isnât relevant until part 2), deep throat, cum eating (both), dirty talk, pet names (baby, pretty girl), porn with plot
Authorâs Note: well fuck. I got sick as hell and it pushed back all of my kinktober work. Iâll still publish them all, theyâll just be coming out in through November. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and let me know if youâd like to be tagged in Part 2
Part 1 | Part 2
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You gnaw on the skin at the edge of your thumb nail nervously as you look at the shoddy, yet well intentioned miniature hut youâve built with the help of YouTube, 20 minutes of sleep, and the 4 shots of tequila you guzzled to quell your anxieties after said 20 minutes. If weâre being honest, it doesnât seem like the kind of offering a deity of abundance would really like, but itâs the best you could do, and you cross your fingers and snap a picture, hoping itâll be enough.
Not even 5 minutes after sending your photo does your phone ping with Shokoâs personalized ringtone.
Itâs kinda plain. Put some flowers or something. Or a money tree⌠duh
You grumble at the message, but still jump up and throw your feet into two mismatched shoes before sneaking out to your apartment courtyard and ripping some of the flowers from the display out front. Crouched down, you check to see if anyone is around again, the jumbo beads on the ends of your braids clatter and nearly erase any semblance of stealth that you have as you rush back into your apartment, not even breathing until your back is flat against your door.
Looking at your cozy one bedroom with fresh eyes, you notice that not only is your hut plain, but itâs also sitting on your coffee table where no sun can reach it. Taking your thumb back into your mouth, you kick off your fuzzy slide and wedge sandal and get to arranging in a way that will hopefully make Shoko proud.
Sheâs an expert by zero means at all. She really just sent you the first abundance ritual post that popped up on Pinterest after listening to you freak out about how long you and your colleagues have been striking at the office and what are you going to do with only a side hustle and a half? Youâre both as knowledgeable as each other when it comes to summoning anything but a free drink at a club, but only one of you thought to check Pinterest and now maybe the other one is looking for some validation because even if itâs shoddy, she worked really hard and would like to hear that she did good.
So though you send the photo of your hut, now preciously decorated with maybe too many flowers and sitting in the sun with only a âFuck you, sheâs pretty đĽšâ, Shoko is quick with her reply, knowing exactly what youâre looking for.
Much better, very pretty. You did a pretty good job honestly.
The praise has a smile growing wide on your face, you did do a pretty good job for your first go at it. You stayed up all night and even added a few symbols (sigils? Fuck if you know) to the bottom for good measure. That kind of dedication deserves a reward, so you decide to take yourself out on a date. These have been a hard few weeks and until the deity, fairy, or whoever does it, you will give yourself an abundance. Of love and care that is.
As you return home an hour or two after the sun has set with two handfuls of bags and leftovers from your lunch with Shoko, you feel satisfied, maybe this was the work of your sweet little hut. âGive back to the universe what it gave to you.â You whisper before places a small wet kiss to the smooth, misshapen roof of what you have now decided to call a cottage, potentially thanks to a few dinner mimosas that were not your idea, but weâre happily consumed.
With your day having been lived and the universe having received your thanks, early or otherwise, you drop your clothing and beauty supply bags beside your couch and set your leftovers on the counter to wait for you until after your shower. You let out a long groan of anticipation as you try to undress without the hands currently pushing your braids into your bonnet.
Youâre absolutely right to anticipate your shower. The steaming water is loosening knots in your shoulders you didnât even notice were there. Just as you go to reach for your body wash and wash rag, a shiver runs down your spine and ends as a warm buzz between your legs. The intensity catches you by surprise, almost making you slip out of your bathtub and wiping away your soft intoxication.
Catching yourself quickly, you push your urges down, you have plans for her already; leftovers, specialty ice cream, a rose-petal wrapped joint, and the cute little rose toy you picked up today. Itâs nothing fancy, but you figure that your date should end the right way, and you deserve to be wined and dined before putting yourself to sleep as you throughly plan to. Itâs hard, letâs not downplay the severity of this arousal, youâre stalled for nearly two entire minutes, fearing any movement right now ruining your plans, but your brain wins and youâre able to finish your shower with major discomfort, but no worries.
Out of your shower and donned in your favorite panties and flirty nightgown, you begin to set up your bedroom for your eventful night, lighting candles and putting your comfort show on the television all of your friends hate that you keep in your room (until theyâre all staying over) while your leftovers spin in your microwave. All the while, you canât get rid of the infuriating itch in your lower belly, demanding attention. âGuess abundance can mean anything.â You mutter as you cut your eyes over to your cottage while removing your food from the microwave.
Thereâs no one to blame but yourself, you figure as you shut off the rest of the lights in your apartment, and while the abundance isnât fully working out how you want right now⌠that doesnât mean you wonât wake up to a 30 million dollar check in the mail from a secret admirer.
Though you donât have time to be amused by your thoughts, instead, youâre frozen in your doorway, petrified by the two icy blue eyes glowing in the darkest corner of your room. As your eyes meet, another wave of arousal rushes over you, threatening to knock you off of your feet, but youâll be damned if you drop your leftovers, opting instead to squeeze your thighs together softly as his mouth cracks open into a wide smile, teeth just as bright as his eyes.
The man begins to approach you, each step feeling like a vibration in your core, and as your mind reels, you figure that he has to be the deity. Granted, now that heâs out of the darkness, he does look good enough to eat - tall and lean, black dress pants running along the incredible length of his legs to gleaming shoes and a white button-up shirt that looks soft enough to wrap your pillow in, just enough buttons open to show the peek of a silver necklace glinting beneath - but youâd be lying if you said you thought a real person could turn you on to this extent. He stops once the cool tips of his shoes rest against your toes, his burning gaze lazily dropping to the soft pink polish on your toes before dragging its way up past the hem of your nightgown to your chest, lingering there as his Cheshire smile grows even wider and his eyes make one final jump to meet yours. âHey.â
Having him so close to you is an adjustment you donât know if youâll ever be able to make as you feel your pussy flutter around nothing. You have no idea what to say in response, and before you can think about it, or simply whimper instead, your mouth moves without your permission, âAre you a fairy?â
The man throws his head back in a boisterous laugh, his lower lip poking out in a mocking pout when he meets your eyes again, âAwe, pretty girl,â A cool thumb caresses your cheek, your body still adjusting to his pressure, âWere you supposed to be summoning a fairy?â Nodding, your shoulder lifts in a halfhearted shrug, âOr a deity. Of um, of abundance.â
He removes his hand from your face and clicks his tongue, not relinquishing his pout as he pulls one of your cottage flowers from his pocket. âAnd here I thought you were trying to set the mood.â As he maneuvers the flower behind your ear, you realize that you hadnât even noticed that his pockets were stuffed with all of the flowers youâd set up to welcome⌠whatever he was. Luckily, he answers your question after plucking the long stem from the flower behind your ear, âMy name is Gojo Satoru, and I am the finest incubus you can summon.â
Youâre not given much time to process, your confused (and betrayed) gaze still out of your bedroom door and set on the naked cottage as Gojo takes your hand and pulls you towards your bed. He takes a seat on the edge, releasing a hum of delighted satisfaction at the soft bounce, and rests you so youâre standing between his open legs, the tv flickering colors across his face, all paling in comparison to his eyes. âI summoned a demon?â Gojo nods, smile ever present and hand not yet leaving yours, âCan incubi also bring money?â
Gojo chuckles, âYou ask a lot of questions donât you?â He pulls another flower from his pocket and rips the stem off with his teeth before placing behind his own ear, âIâll answer that one and any others youâre allowed to ask until weâre done, okay?â His okay is punctuated by his hand releasing yours and instead mirroring his other to slowly trail up your legs and beneath your nightgown.
âFor starters, youâre gonna call me Satoru tonight, or however much of it youâre able to get out later.â A cheeky smirk as he looks up at you through his frosty lashes makes you want to feel his mouth on you and see if itâs as chilled as the rest of him is, but heâs also a demon, so using your newly mastered skill of beating your desires back until you just barely have control, you nod and clench your thighs again, âOkay, Satoru.â His hands have reached the hem of your panties now, fingers bunching the material until he clasps the entire sides in both hands, âGood! Now, as far as money goes, usually, no, but, if youâre a good girl for me, I just might reconsider.â
If you werenât already struggling to keep your breath softer than a pant, youâd probably be embarrassed at how your legs quiver at the label, especially when Satoru acknowledges the shake with a groan deep in his chest and the tortuously slow descent of your panties, which he follows with the burial of his nose in the crevice between your thighs over your nightgown. After he finishes a deep breath, he releases your panties to land on the floor and catches his bottom lip between his teeth as he chuckles again. âIâm a demon, not a monster, youâre not in any danger.â The end of the statement is very pointed, Satoruâs eyes serious as he says it, though they soften again when you nod, some of the returned tension in your shoulders dropping with the motion of your head.
Satoruâs icy hands have made their way back up your legs, his fingers digging into your ass as he kneads the fat of it, the crotch of his pants tightening in response, âLast answer, no more questions til weâre done; I donât care about your neighbors, donât muffle any of the sounds you make. I know I wonât be, so itâll be a waste if you try.â While you heard Satoru, your entire bodyâs attention has been focused on his cock trying to break through the zipper of his pants, and with one more nod, this one much less invested than your prior, you drop to your knees in front of Satoru. He goes to protest, but you offer a silent trade, offering him your leftovers, though he doesnât take the plate until you pull your lust blown eyes from the growing tent in his pants to meet his own. Once your eyes meet, Satoru laughs, almost giddy, and takes your plate, âAre you repaying me for earlier?â
Your fingers fumble with his pants, your anticipation so high, you can barely function. You have to taste him, and you most definitely have to do it now, besides, Satoru is counting on you to be a good girl for him, âIâm gonna try.â You mutter as you finally get his pants undone. Satoru takes a forkful of leftovers into his mouth, those paralyzing eyes of his focused on you.
Taking a note from Satoruâs book, you slowly, tortuously pull his pants down, your lips leaving wet kisses along his snowy happy trail. Satoru is about to say something else, but you finally get his pants down low enough to see he isnât wearing any underwear beneath his perfectly tailored pants and lick a path from one side of his pelvis to the other, forcing him to cut off whatever he was going to say with a breathy groan.
The noise makes you impatient, yanking Satoruâs pants just low enough for his cock to come springing up onto his stomach, long veiny, and begging to be touched. Flicking your eyes up to his flushed face, you guide his tip into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and pushing your tongue against the sensitive skin just beneath the head of his cock, a smile constricting your mouth even more when the repeated motion causes Satoru to flop back onto your bed with a long whine.
Taking a deep breath in through your nose while you can, you glide his twitching length over your tongue until the cool, yet angry red tip pushes at the back of your throat. The entirety of Satoru canât fit into your mouth, the very base of him eluding the warm wet embrace, so to make up for it, you sit up on your knees and extend your tongue to lick what your lips canât reach, spit pooling into the short shorn hairs you canât quite bury your nose into. Now Satoru moans, low and lulling, setting your plate beside himself on your bed and tossing his head back. As you lift your mouth from his cock slowly, tongue lazily dragging behind, Satoruâs breaths turn into shallow pants. You canât remember the last time you wanted to savor something so badly, or the last time you wanted to devour something so grossly itâd be hard to look your mother in the eye. Satoru is using one hand to push his fluffy hair off of his forehead and the other is lying limp over the edge of your bed. His moans and whines have your pussy clenching and dripping, aching for the relief that comes when you slip two of your fingers into your heat.
As the stimulation on your g-spot and the dizzying heat of Satoruâs slack jawed stare make you moan around the head of his cock, you suddenly drop your mouth back down on him until his spongy head makes harsh contact with the back of your throat. The feeling pulls a deep growl from Satoru, the edges of his licked lips curling as you repeat the motion, building a steady pace of slow ascension and burning descent until the sounds of your clattering beads, moans, and squelches of your fingers fidgeting in your pussy are joined by the wet, choked cry forced from your lips every time you make that bruising collision.
âSo good, baby. Youâre doing so good for me.â Satoru praises you, reaching for something on the small end table beside your bed, sharp blue eyes still trained on you and summoning another wave of arousal over your curling fingers. You moan at the feeling, air in the room growing thick and Satoru sits up now, resting his weight on his left arm as he extends the other to you, revealing your new toy. You still your movements, your aching throat enjoying the reprieve as you gaze up at Satoru, eyebrows scrunched in confusion and your tongue lazily sliding along his twitching length. âI wanna taste you while I fuck your mouth, pretty girl, you can use this.â
You donât go to move for the toy, not because you donât want to, of course, but once again, as your eyes flicker from his open hand to his face, his eyes, your bodyâs actions seem to be incredibly limited, only allowing for your pussy to clench tighter around your fingers and your mouth to release a needy whine around Satoruâs cock. Hissing at the vibration, his expression gets serious, âTake it and use it. Give me your hand.â His demand turns your brain back on and you pull your fingers out of yourself with a loud pop, your wetness dripping onto the floor as you present your sticky fingers to Satoru, your other hand dropping into his own to drunkenly grasp the pink toy.
Satoru is smiling again, pulling another cock muffled whimper from you, âAwe, baby, is that all for me?â He coos, cheeks flushed as he licks at some of the sticky arousal that has dripped down to your wrist. You nod, needy moans and whimpers leaving your mouth more often than breath at the moment, and your heat missing something to grip as Satoruâs eyes roll back into his head as he groans hungrily at the taste of you. When his eyes meet yours again, theyâre dark and hazy, almost making his cheeky grin look ravenous, devilish. âYou should have told me you tasted so good.â He doesnât leave any room for response - not that you really could in your state anyway - before his head gestures to your hand, still lying in his, âUse your rose, pretty girl. I want you to cum with me.â
Now that your new toy is turned on and pressed against your clit, Satoru gently grips the back of your neck, his thumb gently stroking the skin behind your ear as he savors the taste of your arousal on your fingers, âRelax your mouth, baby, okay?â This time, Satoru letâs you nod in response before his grip on your neck tightens and he thrusts his hips so he hits the back of your throat again, the sensation making you both moan loudly. He barely pulls back before plunging his cold cock head right back into the increasingly more sensitive spot. Relentless, Satoru keeps his pace, whimpering broken fragments of praises and your name as he sucks and licks at your hand, cleaning you up with a greedy attention to detail that almost makes you wish he was licking into you in tandem with the you making your thighs shake.
Almost. But as Satoruâs thrusts begin to speed up and his licks begin to turn into dragging bites to your palm, you relish in the feeling of having his heavy cock twitch in your warm mouth and his balls gathering and spreading the drool seeping out of your mouth with loud slaps. Heâs loud, heâs rough, heâs greedy, and as Gojo Satoru clenches his jaw and interlocks your fingers, begging you to cum with him and telling you how good you feel, youâre sure heâs also absolutely divine. His lidded eyes and slack jaw are enough to have you clenching your thighs and moaning loud and long as your orgasm crashes over you, so strong your vision goes white for a moment.
Satoru lets out a low broken moan as he watches your orgasm rush through you, contorting your face and constricting your mouth around him. His short fingernails are digging temporary crescents into the back of your neck as he holds you down on his cock as far as he can manage, âEyes up here. Watch what you do to me.â Satoru waits patiently, grinding into your mouth slow and hard until youâre able to lull your eyes back to his.
As soon as you make eye contact, Satoru reaffirms his grip on your neck and begins to piston his hips, making his earlier pace seem geriatric. âFuck, been so good for me, havenât you?â Satoru pants out, voice soft and raspy. You hum an acknowledgement around him, a nod barely able to be formed due to Satoruâs rapid thrusting, but your whiny confirmation, the beg for his approval buzzing around his aching cock is all Satoru needs. With his jaw slack to release a loud throaty moan and his snowy eyelashes fluttering, Satoru cums down your throat, warm and so, so filling. As he twitches against your tongue, holding you so far down his length tears slip between your lips and add to the salty flavor of him filling your mouth, Satoru chuckles breathlessly, âThatâs right⌠take it all.â
Satoru doesnât let his hefty cock slip out of your mouth until youâve swallowed all of the cum he gave you. Untangling your hands, Satoru pulls you up so youâre straddling his lap and he sets to wiping the tears from your cheeks and sweeping the cum that seeped out of the corners of your mouth up with his thumb. âOpen up, pretty girl, youâve got leftovers.â Satoru coos, the cheeky tone he never abandons for long makes you huff in soft indignation, but the compliment has you moving forward to suck the digit into your mouth, being sure to clean it of Satoruâs salty cum, eyes closing at the flavor and pussy fluttering again.
Opening your mouth to release Satoruâs thumb, you rub yourself against his still stiff member, subconsciously scratching the itch he seems capable of continually causing, âI wanna do that again.â Youâre insatiable as you hump your way through your sentence, wanting him so badly you canât stop yourself from gripping his shirt so tightly your knuckles hurt as you run your clit over his bulbous head, high pitched whimpers falling from your lips at every pass.
You lean in to kiss Satoru and lick the smug grin off of his face, but he moves away, reveling in how your pout after chasing his lips doesnât result in him meeting you excitedly, tongue startlingly warm and licking a path through your mouth. âNo baby,â Satoru flips you effortlessly, standing to slowly discard his clothes as he watches you rub your thighs together, âNow I do my job.â Fully naked, adorned only in the thin, glistening chain and the securely placed flower he set behind his ear earlier, Satoru creeps himself up the bed towards you.
One sloppy kiss after another, Satoru hums his way up your body. As heâs passing by your pussy, Satoru pushes your thighs open and with his tongue flat, he licks one mean stripe up your slit before abandoning your lips entirely and setting to nibbling at your neck. Before you can protest though, Satoru slips one of his long fingers into you, immediately curling to where youâre most sensitive, âYou gonna be loud for me while I fuck you full, pretty girl?â
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