#immediately noticed the fraternal relationship

[therighthandofvengeance]

I like the idea of Nancy sitting Delenn down and showing her John’s (embarrassing) childhood photos

I love the idea of Lizzie having copies of said photos to share with Susan

[jjkbambi]

is it new years yet? luigi mangione x reader (18+)

summary!!! you run into ex-boyfriend!luigi mangione at a nye party! smut!

warnings: fratboy!luigi, darkfic (very much implied he slips something in ur drink), cnc?, long fic, mentions of calvin harris music, inspired by the fact that he had to nominate himself to win this category

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the new year was meant to feel different.

yet, the doors at phi kappa psi open for you and a chances of anything more seems to slim. a record number of beer cans trashed in the hallway, the kitchen buried in chaos, and the overwhelming stench of beer clings to the air, impossible to ignore. you were surprised at how easily they’d let you enter—the bouncer was known for being a bit mean, strict on names and IDS and ages and sorority associations, yet one short smile was enough to get you and your best friend, lacy, into their annual new years eve party.

there wasn’t a second break from avicii or calvin harris, the crowd bouncing with red solo cups in hand. about a dozen of drinks were spilled on you already, and you were sure this was an indicator of a good night.

“is that him?” your friend’s nudge proves your prophecy wrong. your stomach drops immediately as you turn to the direction she was staring in—and yes, there he was, shirtless and six-packed on new year’s eve, surrounded by his pack of fraternity brothers.

the world suddenly feels so much smaller. you turn quickly. “lacy, he cannot see me.”

“have you spoken since the breakup?”

“if i had, id be in classier heels,” you retort, shaking your head.

you show her the reason you’ve been off your phone so much recently. about 34 days since you’ve seen each other in person, and a stunning 78 texts and 29 missed calls left in lieu of a breakup conversation. it honestly felt like too little an amount considering how long you’d been dating, but perhaps that was the least of your relationship problems, seeing as though you’d caught him making out with another girl at a football game.

she groans. “why’d we have to come to this house?”

“free entry? fireworks?” you come up with a lie that’ll make the both of you feel better. “i honestly don’t think we’ll run into each other. it’s such a big place.”

“he’s walking over here.”

“aaand we’re moving,” you sing, dragging her into the crowd of calvin harris enjoyers. for two hours, slipping in and out of the chaos seemed to be a surefire solution in avoiding your ex-boyfriend. that is, until you turn and suddenly your best friend isn’t there. you stiffen immediately, backing into the kitchen. in that step back, you bump shoulders.

“y/n,” an all too familiar voice says.

oh for fucks sake.

you smile tightly at the sight of luigi, trying not to make this already awkward situation more awkward. he looks different than he did the last time you’d seen him. his usually short hair had grown out longer, his beard more prominent. he looks… grown.

“hey!” you say, attempting to make a swift getaway. “happy new year, man!”

“get back here.” he grabs your wrist, pulling you right back to him. “what’re you doing?”

“it’s new years!”

“what are you doing here? wearing that?”

you smile, feigning innocence. “getting a re-fill!”

luigi’s eyes were dark and his grip firm. your air of innocence is almost completely defeated at his warmth, his body leaning into you, intent. “i’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

no, you can’t do it. this was gonna be a new year for you. no setbacks, no cheating ex-boyfriends.

“i’m surprised you even noticed, with all your other distractions.”

luigi’s head tilts. “what does that mean?”

“you know what it means.” you pull away from him with as much force as possible. “seriously, lu, it’s over.”

“no, it’s not.” he argues. you shake your head as you walk away. “y/n, we’ve got to talk about this—“

“just leave me alone!” you leap out of the kitchen as soon as opportunity arrives, and pour the entirety of what’s left of your cup into your mouth. the wicked sting of alcohol had never been so relieving.

minutes pass but the sound of avicii is constant. phi kappa psi has promised fireworks and began to gather in the backyard and you want nothing more than to join in on the party—but lacy. your best friend. you need to find her. the recovery mission begins with a stumble down the hallway and a headache. it’s more than a headache, it all of a sudden feels like you reallyreallyreally need to take a nap.

“hey, hey, i’ve got you,” it’s luigi again. you can tell by his warmth and his scent and the way he grabs your hand. “where are you going?”

“lacy.”

he takes the drink out of your hand, then lifts your arms to wrap them around his neck. and suddenly, the warmth of his body isn’t so intimidating anymore. “that’s not my name.”

“i know.”

he leans in closer. “come on then, what’s my name?”

“lu,” you murmur. “i need to go.”

“you’re not going anywhere.” luigi promises you.

within a second, his lips are on yours, and suddenly his warmth is everywhere. you whimper into the kiss, trying to spell out protest but you’re too weak. “relax for me,” he tells you.

you were entirely too relaxed. any reasonable part of you wouldn’t allow for him to be this close. but before you can stop him, his hands slide down to grip your thighs, pushing them apart to accommodate him, and you gasped at the feel of his length pressing against you. he’s so hard.

“i love this dress on you,” he murmurs.

desperate, you try to push, “no, no, we need to find—”

“we’re taking care of her, too, baby, don’t worry.”

you squirmed underneath his touch, which only made the friction hotter. “what?”

he doesn’t care to tell you anything more grinding into your resistance mercilessly as his hands clamp around your hips, rocking your body back and forth on his thigh.

“you’ve got some fuckin’ nerve, you know,” he grumbles into the kiss, his voice so low and gravelly, you felt its deep tenor roll down your spine and settle in your core. every kiss he gave you was hungry and heated, and you gasp when he goes to nip at the sensitive skin of your neck. “walking around my house dressed like a fuckin’ slut. got me all worked up in front of everyone.”

you despise the helplessness that washes over you as he holds you down. tears sting at your eyes as you beg, “lu, stop.”

“pull your dress up,” he orders, drinking in your scent. his scruff scratches your skin.

“no.” you shake your head again, though his kisses are persistent. “luigi, we can’t.“

“you’re right,” luigi agrees, chuckling into another kiss. “i’m not fuckin’ sharing you.”

his lips don’t leave yours—theyre all over your lips, your cheeks, your neck, your tits—as he carries you into the nearest room, and you’re too lost in the moment to notice whether it’s his own. your dress hits the floor and his hands are all over your nude. the mix of confusion and pleasure leaves you breathless. before you can process it, you’re on the bed with your ex-boyfriend on top of you.

“you know how many other guys were looking at you tonight?” he growls as he flips you over. “swear ill fucking kill them”

he was so big and your body was so unprepared that you’d screamed, which only made luigi laugh. a choked gasp left you, and your mouth was soundlessly parted as he started to thrust into you, hips snapping against yours every time.

“fuckin’ knew it,” lu groans. your teeth sink into your lips as you tremble underneath him, his hard length relentless in its assault. “knew you’d take it f’me like this, yeah? like a good fuckin’ girl.”

the bed shook beneath you as he pounded into you. he goes to bite your neck, his curls tickling your skin. he feels so good, but the weight of how wrong it is lingers in every touch. “lu,” you moan.

“what?” he says, smug. “what d’ya wanna say?”

“it hurts,” you whine.

”i don’t care,” luigi says in your ear, grinding his cock into the depths of your cunt until you were whimpering beneath him. “you know how fuckin’ long it’s been since ive had you? no, you’ve got no clue. drove myself crazy thinking i’d never have this pretty pussy again.”

“it’s your fault—“

“shut the fuck up.” his hand comes down hard on your ass and a whimper slips from your lips. he growls low, feeling how tight you’re holding him. “you’re mine,” he grunts. “don’t you ever forget that.”

“luigi, wait,” you moan, your mind going blank. it’s too much—wrong in every way, yet too good to resist.

you feel him smirk against your neck. despite yourself, you felt your cunt clench hard around his stiff length as a flood gushes from your trembling core. he chuckles darkly, mocking your resistance. “can’t take it? too much?”

“lu, please.” your voice was embarrassingly breathless. he goes faster, which felt entirely impossible.

he must’ve heard the plea this time, because he doubled his efforts. he picked up the pace of his thrusts, fucking you hard and fast, spanking your ass mercilessly while his other hand went to massage your clit. you could hardly breathe.

“so good,” he groans. “be a good girl and cum for me, princess. all over me, come on.”

“please,” you whimper again. you’re not sure what you’re asking for, but it hardly mattered. the most devastating orgasm of your life was building deep within you, an unstoppable force growing stronger with every moment—and you were desperate to chase it.

“you’re all fucking mine,” he laments. “i wanna hear you say it.”

you couldn’t possibly. your mind goes blank as he ruts into you, pounding into your cunt and ass so hard that the clapping of his hips against your skin was filling the room and almost drowning out the sound of the new year celebration.

“tell me what i wanna hear.” he demands.

“yours,” you mewl.

“good girl.” he bit out, his mouth brushing against your cheek, his stubble rasping against your skin and making you shiver. he fucks you harder, faster, slamming into your slick cunt like he was trying to leave a mark inside you.

you couldn’t take it anymore. your pride snaps inside you and you felt liquid gush between your thighs, coating his massive cock in your cunt. pleasure consumes you until all you knew was the sensation of ecstasy drowning out everything else. he groans at the sight of your orgasm, his cock still driving into you, his thrusts turning wild and desperate as he growled in your ear.

luigi grumbled a soft, “fuck,” and then pressed deep, burying his cock deep into your still pulsing cunt as he came. he let out a long moan, his cock twitching against your inner walls while he emptied his balls into your pussy, the warmth of his cum filling you up.

“i’m so glad you came around, so glad,” he murmurs, turning you over to kiss you over and over and over again. “i love you, baby, you know that, right?”

the day after

[maybejj]

The Beginning of Us Part 1

babydaddy!rafe x sweetheart!reader

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summary: You and Rafe were high school sweethearts that continued into college however Rafe went down the wrong path and you found out you were pregnant. 4 years later finds you and Rafe trying to navigate co-parenting your 3 year old son while overcoming life’s obstacles and past experiences.

warnings: mention of drugs, I think that’s it?

word count: 1.1k

“Mommy look at my tractor!” You hear your three year old son call to you from the other side of the room. You were distracting yourself from the fact Rafe was coming over to pick up Asher, the son you shared.

You turn towards him and gently smile. Asher was a spitting image of his dad. The only thing he inherited from you were your green eyes, everything else was all his father. The dimples, the blonde hair, the little smirk he got on his face right before he was about to do something he shouldn’t, his attitude. God, it was all Rafe. It use to make you emotional after you and Rafe broke it off but you’ve had time to move on. It doesn’t hurt as bad anymore.

“I see your tractor baby. It’s your favorite color.” You grinned at him and he returned it with his own goofy grin. Everything you did these days was to provide for your son. Making sure he had the best of the best and Rafe made sure of it as well. Your relationship with Rafe may have ended but you two try to put your differences aside to take care of Asher.

You and Rafe got together when you were 15. High school sweethearts, the power couple, the relationship everyone envied in high school. You were great together in high school. You were the couple that loved public displays of affection, always all over each other no matter the setting. Rafe was always so attentive to you, always so sweet and caring. You always listened to him and helped him express his emotions and feelings, especially when it came to his dad. There was never any arguing. Disagreements were common in any relationship and you definitely had those but you both never yelled at each other. You would work through any problems calmly to come to a solution. College was a different story.

You both went to UNC Chapel Hill and the first 3 months were unreal. The freedom of moving away from Kildare felt so good. You had your own dorm room, as did Rafe. You were both freshman at the time so your plans to have an apartment together was ruined by the college rules but you still made time for each other. Rafe was studying business, you were studying art. You thought you had the world at your fingertips. That was, until Rafe got into a fraternity. It didn’t take long at all until you noticed the shift in him. The staying out later than normal, lying to you about where he was, going to parties every night, ditching plans with you more often than not. When he did make time to come to your dorm to say sorry for the night before, he smelled like liquor and his eyes were red around the edges. He constantly rubbed his index finger under his nose, almost rubbed raw. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes when he spoke to you. You weren’t stupid, you knew he was getting into stuff he shouldn’t and you told him as such. He immediately would blow up on you saying it was none of your business. It was a never ending cycle that went on for months. One night it become too much when you found two bags of Coke in his truck glove box.

The front door opening pulled you from your thoughts. Rafe entered the apartment with several bags in his hands. Asher immediately dropped his tractor and ran to his father, grabbing onto his pant leg and jumping up and down.

“Hey little man, you look like you’ve been busy today.” Rafe gently smiled down at him while holding the bags in his hands away from the little toddler attached to his leg.

Asher only nodded multiple times and continued hugging his leg. Rafe didn’t move from his spot in the doorway, just gazing down at his son with a soft smile on his face. You watched silently from the other side of the room. Rafe only let his guard fully down around Asher, his son bringing out the best in him. You truly believed Asher was the only thing that saved Rafe from an overdose.

Rafe looked away from his son and met your gaze. The smile left his face and the solemn expression took over again. He nodded in your direction and lifted his hand holding the bags, “Got some stuff from the store I thought you might need.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” You shook your head. Every time he came over he would bring bags of stuff he thought you or Asher might need; baby wipes, deodorant, your favorite shampoo, Asher’s favorite snacks, your favorite candy. He did it every time and every time you told him he didn’t have to do it. Rafe would just give you a flat look, shake his head, and change the subject.

Rafe exhaled softly and said your name which had you swallowing thickly. The way he said your name after all these years still caused butterflies in your stomach.

Asher seemed to be getting bored of not getting attention and detached himself from Rafe’s leg. He reached his chubby hands above his head to grab one of the bags Rafe was holding, “I take it Daddy. I strong for mommy.”

You and Rafe laughed as he took one of the bags and set it on the chair in the living room. Rafe followed Asher’s steps and laid the rest of the bags down for you to go through later.

“You got your bag ready, little man?” Rafe raised his eyebrows in Asher’s direction and the toddler quickly scrambled down the hall to his room. You waited until Asher was out of sight until you turned back to Rafe.

“I know I don’t have to say this but I feel better when I do,” You made eye contact with Rafe. “Please be careful.”

Rafe nodded slightly, raising his hand to run across his jaw. Rafe knew you worried a lot about Asher, he’d gotten better with dealing with it and not getting so frustrated. It use to piss him off because he thought you didn’t trust him with his own son but it was deeper than that. You and Asher had been through a lot and Rafe knew firsthand what it did to you. You knew Rafe would protect Asher with his life, he’d done it before. You just couldn’t help but think about past experiences every time Rafe took him for an outing but you were trying to get better.

“You know we will. I’ll bring him back before dinner.” Rafe promised before you both were interrupted by the bundle of energy barreling through the living room with his Spider-Man backpack dragging behind him.

“Let’s go daddy!” Asher grabbed Rafe’s hand and drug him to the front door. He waved his hand half heartedly in your direction and pulled his father out of the apartment, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Part 2

[beelmons]

Mandatory team-building exercise

Pairing: BAU x Fem!BAU!Reader (becomes Hotch-centered) Genre: Smut (18+, minors are not encouraged to interact or read this story) CW: unprotected sex (i do not encourage), slight exhibitionism (not really, but ppl know stuff), jealous!hotch (a lil only), hoeing around, reader is bisexual Word count: 6,795 (very sorry about this) Summary: After a night of drinking, your boss proposes a bonding exercise so the team can get even closer: Everyone must make out with you, and you have to choose who kisses best. A/N: I got too carried away with this, no idea if i did any good, but here you go. Tag list (tagging everyone who reblogged and voted hotch): @ssamorganhotchner @montyfandomlove @hotchners-sweetheart @hey-dw @cassiemartzz <;3

Best part of going to O’keefe’s was wrapping the night up at Rossi’s, slightly tipsy, laughing about everything, and generally enjoying the genuine personalities of your friends, no masks or guards up, which was something hard to do at work. David’s house was a place where you could bare your soul and still feel safe. 

“...and I swear, everyone just thought it was the most normal thing.” JJ said while swinging her glass of wine around, and the people around her let out a light laugh. 

“I bet Rossi could agree with that, couldn’t you?” Morgan directed the question to Dave “After all, it’s your fault that we don’t get to fraternize with other agents, ain’t that right?” his comment made everyone laugh once again. 

“No, no, never within the same department. I was in the bureau during the 70’s and 80’s, you didn’t get that many women out here, let alone in the BAU. By the end of my career, we only had two female agents in this unit and I had already been married thrice. So, do the math, if I had wanted to sleep with someone from the same unit, it would have had to be…” he made a pause for dramatic build-up “well, Gideon.” 

The entire team let out a disgusted yet amused grunt at the mere idea of seeing two of their former bosses interacting in such fashion. You watched Spencer’s face be particularly crumpled, he was possibly picturing it in vivid detail by accident, consequences of having such a bright mind, so you decided to grab the hand that was holding his long island tea and push it gently towards his lips. You giggled at how he automatically obeyed and swallowed down a rather big gulp of his beverage. 

“I’m just glad these are problems we don’t have to face in the BAU, you know, fraternization between agents.” Hotch said, taking a sip off his glass. 

The silence that took over the group was deafening. Accusatory looks were being exchanged between everyone, and they could notice how certain glances lasted longer than appropriate. Hotch didn’t usually stay long enough to see how the nights ended, when everyone was too hammered to call their own cabs, or too impaired to question themselves whether the person they were kissing was or was not part of the team. 

“Well, I think this is a conversation you kids should have without your parent present.” David, who was way faster at reading the situation compared to the unit chief, got up from his chair, leaving his glass by the table. Aaron sighed in what seemed like disappointment, and immediately followed Dave's actions. “No, no.” the older man quickly put a hand on his shoulder indicating him to sit down “I think it’s better if you stay; do some bonding. I’ll be in my room, sleeping, don’t be afraid to be noisy, the place is soundproof, just make sure to leave the alarm active once you leave.”

Incredulity washed over the unit chief as he watched his fellow team leader walk away from the situation. The eyes had turned to him instead, silently questioning about the decision he was going to take. It was a bit awkward to discuss your personal affairs with your boss present, sure, but it’s not like you didn’t have a relationship with him. Hotch, reserved and all, knew each member to a level of intimacy that few others could be able to reach, and had protected them in ways no other superior would approve of.  

“Whatever I hear today will come through the ears of your friend, not your superior, but there’s no discussing this back at the office, understood?” the boss clarified as he went back to his seat, his hand reaching for the scotch he had left on the table. There was a second of doubtful silence, people were unsure how safe it was to share such private, and risky, information. Hotch started to catch up, feeling slightly unwelcome and bothersome, so he let out another sigh.  

“Elle was Reid’s first time.” you spurted out of the blue, trying to ease the anxiety that was probably growing within your superior. 

“Hey!” your partner yelled out, being sat next to you on one of the couches, clearly offended that he was the scapegoat to the situation. 

“Greenaway?!” Morgan asked from across the living room. 

“Do you know any more Elles, Morgan?” you said, your eyes rolling. 

“How did you even land that, kid?” the dark-skinned man continued to ask. 

“I’m not really a fan of discussing my sex life out in the open, which is why this was told in confidence to my close and dear friend” the young doctor shot you a quick glare with a hint of anger on it. 

“Oh, so now it’s a sex life?” JJ teased. 

“Totally.” you said, taking a sip of your own drink before continuing “Because he told me this two minutes before he shoved his tongue in my mouth, and his fingers down my pants.” 

“No way!” Prentiss let out while everyone else laughed in surprise, Hotch’s eyebrows simply slightly raised at the confession. 

Reid was sinking on his seat, his ears reddened from the looks that he was receiving. You made sure to squeeze his thigh lightly and shoot him a smile, which deflated the uneasiness that he was feeling. You didn’t mean any harm, and there was no wrong in letting the secret out in front of your most cherished friends, they would have found out one way or another. 

“Morgan and I made out once.” Garcia interrupted the teasing in order to protect her favorite boy wonder from any further teasing, and Derek drew a smug smile on his face at her affirmation. 

“Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.” Hotch contributed with an absolutely unphased expression, or so until another idea ran through his mind, his brows furrowing in concern “Hold on, was this on company time?” both suspects froze in their place and exchanged questioning, guilty looks. Regardless of the answer, their expressions had been enough to give them away “you know what? it’s better if I don’t know.” 

“That office is certainly cozy, don’t you think?” JJ said once again, her eyes traveling between you and Penelope. 

“Impossible.” Derek’s eyes spread wide open, his jaw basically dropping “Please don’t tell me the three made out in Garcia’s office and didn’t invite us to watch” he let out in a pleading, hurt tone. 

“Four.” Emily barged in. 

The men in the room seemed to melt at the revelation, the expression being quite literal for Morgan who slid down the chair in defeat, landing on his knees as if he had been shot in the cruelests of fashions. Spencer could only furrow his brows and let his mouth fall open, already trying to picture the situation. 

“Was it like, taking turns on each other? or the four of you putting your lips together in one single kiss?” the blond asked in order to assess the spatial situation better. 

“I’d say it was kind of a free-for-all sort of situation.” Prentiss answered him. 

“At some point, I’d close my eyes and whomever’s lips came to mine, I was fine with it.” JJ commented, earning a flirty giggle from the rest of the girls around her. 

“You women are killing me.” Morgan said once again, but a sudden epiphany seemed to come through his brain, and he turned in your direction with a pointed finger “Wait a second. That means you have been through everyone’s lips?!” he said in surprise. 

“You’ve made out with her too?!” Garcia said in an offended tone. 

“Christmas last year, got a little carried away with that mistletoe kiss.” he admitted “But nothing further than that.” 

Everyone’s eyes turned to you, the crowd had a mixture of accusation and admiration on their faces, depending on who you looked at, and their staring was making you a little uncomfortable, if you were being honest. 

“Have you all looked at yourselves? This is a ridiculously hot group of people. Being bisexual is very hard with a team like this.” you argued in your defense and decided to down whatever liquid was still inside your glass. Their faces seemed to light up with a hint of shyness. Everyone thought so, of course, but compliments on your physical appearances were not something you exchanged frequently. It was nice to hear once in a while. 

“Did you ever end up sleeping with someone?” Hotch’s question took everyone by surprise, yet they were intrigued enough to allow him to ask uninterrupted. 

Your eyebrows raised with slight offense “Come on, Hotch, I’m not a slut. The closest I have come to was Reid, and even so we stopped because I didn’t want to jeopardize our jobs.” you complained. 

“Sorry, that was not my intention-” he began, until Reid’s question cut him off. 

“Who’s the best?” he asked. 

“Spencer!” JJ yelled accusingly. 

“No, no, let the kid ask.” Morgan put a hand in front of JJ’s chest, trying to keep her opinions from coming out. Yet again, you were put as the center of attention, but you decided to shrug off the question. 

“It’s not like I keep track of each time!” you let out, pushing your friend by the shoulder playfully at his suggestion “Most of them were really far apart from each other, and it only happened once with each one of you.” you clarified, your eyes traveling to Aaron, as if you were trying to justify yourself to him. 

“So, what I hear is: if they were to happen one after the other, then we could find out?” Emily questioned in your direction. 

“There’s a pretty spacious coat closet by the entrance.” Reid pointed out. 

“Oh, we could make it into a competition, and whoever wins gets to sleep with her!” Garcia blurted with a little too much excitement. 

“Wha-” you tried to complain in confusion “Stop your horses, I don’t even get a say in this?!” 

“No.” Hotch stated. The way his eyes were stern, yet completely determined, caused a sensation in you that could only be described as lust. He was always commanding, but there was something about him instructing you to do the dirtiest things to your coworkers that had gotten you excited “This is now a mandatory team-bonding exercise.” his words came out almost like an order.  

There was yet another exchange of looks, this time excited ones, between the team members, and they decided to look at you for approval. “Okay, but sleeping with me is one hell of a prize, and I don’t seem to be getting anything out of this. So, how do I win, and what do I win?” 

“Seems fair that you have a reward as well if you achieve your desired result. How about, if no one is able to convince you to sleep with them, you get one of their vacation days each.” Hotch proposed. “Garcia and JJ, since the two of you are committed you don’t have to actively participate, but you will place a bet on the member you think she’ll most likely succumb to, if you win, you get the loser’s vacation day.”  

Your mouth crooked with pleasure, an expression that your partners mimicked. You were feeling exposed, in the good way, in the kinky way. You still took a second to consider, you knew there was no going back if you agreed to this, but yet again, these were the people you had trusted your entire life to, your job, your safety, your dignity. They would never do anything to undermine you, and their respect for you wouldn’t waver for something like this. 

“We have to set some rules, though.” Spencer weighed in “Only mouths and hands allowed in the erogenous zones.” 

“You worried that if we allow something else you’ll lose?” Morgan teased.

“Mhm, sure, we know what you’re trying to compensate for with those biceps, Morgan. I’m not afraid of you.” his friend teased back. There was a short moment of playful conflict between the two, when Derek pretended to jump menacingly towards Reid, yet he was stopped by Penelope’s hand on his chest. 

“Okay. I’m game.” you agreed along with a nod of your head “Who wants to give it a try first?” you asked, taking a look at the entire group. 

Bunch of eager hands raised at the cue. Morgan’s and Prentiss’s almost touching the ceiling as they competed to see who could raise it higher. JJ and Penelope, who were unfortunately not single at the moment, could only laugh at their little quarrel. Your finger moved rhythmically, pretending to select at random while humming a classic ‘choosing’ song. Ultimately, your digit landed on Prentiss and you wiggled it to indicate her to follow you; she stood up to reach for your hand, allowing you to lead her towards the closet by the entrance. 

She locked the door behind her and turned around with her hands extended towards you, trying to find your body in the pitch-dark small room; your eyesights finally adjusted to the lack of light and you could barely make out her shape. 

“You sure you’re good with this?” she double-checked once her limbs landed on your waist. 

“Em, I love the commitment to consent, but stop talking.” you ordered. 

Within seconds, your own arms wrapped around her neck urging her to come closer; she obliged, happily, and her own head bent forward to meet your lips. You could taste the faint flavor of her balm, which you identified as piña colada. 

Her lips moved slowly, yet sensually, the hands that were gripping your hips pulled them closer, and you could heart the rustling of your clothes rubbing together. After a couple of seconds, her tongue began to prod your bottom lip, ever so chivalrous asking for permission. You chuckled amusedly at the gesture, and she took advantage of the opening to slip in. 

Emily liked to take her time, not really taking control, more like exploring a place that always felt familiar and was revisiting just then. On your side, your fingers curled into the slightly messy hair, and your body rolled on its own to be feeling more of her against you. 

You could feel her hand dragging upwards over your clothes, she traced the side of your body and caused your shirt to come up a little bit, the cool air felt interesting against your now hot skin, and so a sound slipped past your lips. It was Emily’s turn to laugh, pulling away so she could make out your eyes. 

“Better than last time?” she asked, her face not leaving yours. 

“Mhm.” you could simply hum, still breathless from the session. 

“Do you have enough material to work with, judge?” she teased, her nose grazing yours in a playful manner. 

“You will be hard to top, Em.” you admitted to her as your body pulled away. 

“Not the first time I’ve been told that.” she joked “I’ll send in the next contestant, who do you want me to get?” 

“You know what? Just send in whoever you’d like, surprise me.” 

She smiled before sneaking out of the narrow room. You were left alone with a bunch of coats and purses, your idea building anticipation within yourself. Spencer or Morgan, who would come through that door? You were dying to know. Although, if you were being honest, there was only one other person you wanted in there with you. However, you weren’t sure if the team-bonding exercise applied to him as well, he was the sole pair of lips you were dying to taste, and still the only ones you hadn’t. 

Your train of thought was interrupted by the opening of the door; you jumped slightly in your place, and the man that was entering the room could notice. 

“Whoa, sweetheart, you that excited to see me?” Morgan chuckled at your startled reaction, and he swiftly closed the door behind you. 

“You’re a pleasant surprise, yes.” you said trying to ease your nervousness. Morgan made you particularly uneasy, not for anything bad, you were just sure that man had some sort of a psychic ability, he would always guess what you were thinking without even opening your mouth. 

“You were expecting someone different, weren’t you?” he stood before you, towering over your body. 

He took a couple of steps forward and you retracted until your back eventually hit the wall, he continued to pace forward until the gap between your bodies almost disappeared; being caged in by him, your hands traveled to your front, and they landed on his chest, almost as if you were trying to put some space in between you. 

He caught up to your actions, observant as he was, and so he raised his own hands to cup your cheeks. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness once again, and you could see the natural glim of his as he looked into you. 

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, alright? We can just pretend like we did until Hotch gets his turn.” he reassured, and your mouth dropped open. 

“Why would you-” you started to try and justify yourself, but he cut you off with a laugh. 

“I’ve got an eye for tragic lovers.” 

You sighed a little bit; Morgan had to be a mind reader, there was no other way. As if he was doing just that, his arms fell back to his sides and he stepped back to give you more space. Your hands desperately clung to the front of his t-shirt, not allowing him to escape any further from your grip. 

“Hold on.” you told him “There’s no need to pretend, he already thinks we’re going to do it, so what’s the harm?” 

The room was a bit too dark for you to make out his specific facial expression, but you were sure his eyebrows were raised in a startled surprise. 

“Damn, you’re good at convincing.” without further delay, his hands darted back to the position on your face, and he used them to pull you forward. 

You felt his lips on yours immediately, he was less gentle than Emily, but nonetheless chivalrous. You had to grant him access to your mouth, and he quickly obeyed your desires. His fingers moved back to the nape of your head, keeping you in place against his mouth as his tongue danced fervently around yours. 

Your hands had moved back to his chest, using them to stabilize yourself since his strength and mild roughness was making you lose your balance. You couldn’t help the slight squeeze that you gave his pecs, being that they felt firm under your fingers. Derek took your initiative with the touch as an invitation to do so as well. One of his arms fell down, and sensually slipped to your lower back, he was cautious, lowering inch by inch in search of any sign of complaint or rejection, but you didn’t provide  any, and his palm gently began to caress the area of your ass. 

Your hips rolled unconsciously against his, his breath hitched inside his throat as you did so to the point where he had to pull apart to catch it back. He didn’t want to leave you unattended, therefore his head tilted to the side to take a gentle nibble at your jaw before he moved down to your neck. The hand on your neck joined the other on your rear, adding much needed pressure to his front; you let out a pleased sound, and it was his sign to retract. 

He stole a quick, last peck from your lips before he pulled back. “I think I’ve done a good job.” he said with a cheeky tone.  

“Certainly, contestant” you went along with the joke and he answered with a laugh “Please send in the next test subject” he nodded at your instructions and calmly walked out. 

Thanks to Morgan’s comment, you realized that Aaron was probably game as well, and the mere thought of him appearing behind that door at any given second was making you nervous enough to begin pacing around the small room. You yet again reacted when the entrance was open again, and you must have made a movement or expression that indicated disappointment, because Reid pursed his lips at the sight of you. 

“Not who you were expecting?” he asked before he closed the door behind him, and you could notice the tint of sadness in his voice. 

“Come on, don’t be like that.” you reached out towards him in an attempt to find his hands, and when you finally did you pulled him closer to you “You know it’s always a delight to make out with you.” you tried to reassure him. 

“It’s mutual, you know?” he said, his hands still in yours. 

“I figured, I am an excellent kisser” you teased. 

“That’s not what I meant.” his voice seemed more stern than usual “You and Hotch.” 

You were thankful for the darkness that didn’t allow the blush of your face to be seen; after a couple of seconds, you cleared your throat, trying to avoid sounding too hopeful. 

“You don’t have to force yourself to kiss me” he added “Plus, I don’t know how comfortable I would be doing so while you think of another man.” 

Your eyebrows raised at his candor. Vulnerable Spencer could always sway you, mostly because you knew none of his words ever held an ill intention. He was honest to a fault, and you always felt compelled to soothe his anxieties. 

“Then be good enough to make me forget.” you almost let out as a whisper. 

You knew it would have to be up to you to take control with him, so you cupped his face and quickly dragged him down to your level to press a kiss to his lips and shut up whatever other excuse he was going to emit. Spencer was much more familiar with your lips compared to others, barely any foreplay before his tongue was already massaging yours sensually. His fingers gripped your hips in a similar fashion he had done before (that one time you were telling the rest of the team about). 

He pushed you backwards a bit, having you pressed against an already too familiar wall, and you could feel his knee slipping past your thighs, right in between them. His lips continued to work around yours, gently nonetheless, but you could feel the grip on your hips getting tighter, and you realized he was trying to move them, bringing friction to your front. 

A light moan slipped past your lips straight into his mouth, so his body moved forward to press against you a little tighter. “Isn’t that cheating?” you took the opportunity to say. 

“It’s not.” he answered before taking another kiss away from you “My mouth is where it’s supposed to be.” 

You giggled at his logic; Spencer was just that good when it came to loopholes. You were too focused on the pleasure that was taking over you as your clothed crotch continued to rub against his leg to actually care. Your hips started to take a rhythm on their own, and your kiss turned into a session of adjoining lips panting in unison. His fingers kept digging further into the skin that he had managed to expose due to the movement. 

At some point, your head dropped back to allow yourself to get lost in the moment, and you felt his lips attack its base with open-mouthed, yet non-invasive, kisses. Your legs began to shake and Spencer pressed against you to keep you up, your light orgasm running within every vein of your body. 

He let out a light chuckle as he pulled away from you, making sure you could keep your balance. “Bet Morgan didn’t do that” he said proudly. 

You hit him in the arm and pushed him towards the door with a smile, watching him smugly prance his way out. You laughed to yourself to disguise the anxiety that began to overwhelm you. You made sure to fix your clothes in a somewhat presentable manner, and you unconsciously pressed yourself back against the wall, as if you were too scared to meet him face first. 

Your heart felt like jumping straight up out of your chest when the knob finally twisted the damned piece of fine wood open. For the brief moment the hall light illuminated the insides, your eyes met, you could see the startle in his eyes once he noticed the way you stood there seemingly frozen by his appearance. He couldn’t bear the sight, his hands immediately darting to your face without having even shut the entrance. In a blink, his entire presence was right by yours, and his nose rubbed desperately against your own, almost as if it had taken all of his strength to stop himself from kissing you right away. 

“Can I?” he asked in a mutter. 

“Yes.” you barely let him finish his question when you answered. 

Your firm and resolute agreement was nothing but a turn on to him, and his lips pressed passionately against yours without a second thought. You struggled to catch your breath as he devoured every inch of your now plump skin. His hands were nowhere near quiet, either, they presumed permission to explore as well and traveled south to where your lower-back, and any work you had done to tidy your shirt was long gone, being that he was heavily bothered by the fact that you were clothed.

The tip of his fingers were carefully memorizing the areas where your skin curved, every so often gripping selfishly with the intention of leaving at least a faint mark. You wondered how he could keep going without taking a break, and as if he could read your mind he pulled away.

“That’s plenty to be able to judge your performance.” you joked, suddenly aware that this had all begun because of a silly game you had tipsily come up with. 

“I’m sorry.” he said, his hands fixing themselves on your face instead, keeping it still to have you at the same level as him. 

“What for?” your eyebrows furrowed questioningly, even if in the darkness he couldn’t quite see your expression. 

“It’s not enough for me.” his lips smashed onto yours once again with a similar force “Please tell me this urge isn’t one-sided.” he tried to reassure himself. 

“It’s not.” you hurried to clarify, and your hands tugged at his shirt to serve as guarantee. 

Aaron reached for the hem of your top and swiftly pulled it over your head, giving your aching lips a second of rest. Once your breasts were partially freed, you noticed him bend over, and one of his hands moved the remaining fabric away to expose your nipple; the way his mouth so hungrily latched to it made you shiver with pleasure, your right limb moving to his hair, and the left one covering your mouth to stop the loud moan from coming out. He didn’t take long to bring your other nub attention as well, and caged, throaty whines began to fill the room. 

You could feel his erection pressing against your hip; he would roll them from time to time just as a reminder of the effect you had on him. You couldn’t process all that, though, if you were being honest, his every move, kiss, and suck driving you further away from sanity. As if his mouth wasn’t already doing wonders around your chest, you bolted up when you realized one of Hotch’s hands had found its way inside your pants, toying with the elastic band of your underwear. 

“Aaron.” you removed the cover from your face to let out an aroused moan of his name. 

He finally let go of your upper body, his back straightening to be close to your face once again “Tell me,” he almost whispered “when he was doing this to you, were you thinking of me?” 

When you didn’t jerk away from his touch, he moved past the last restrictive garment, and one of his digits trailed up your entire slit, an experimental feeling to gather your reaction. To his pleasure, you melted into his touch, and the lack of light didn’t allow you to see the wide smile it generated on him. He took advantage of your approval to slip his finger inside your cunt. 

“Cat got your tongue?” he teased as the aforementioned began to painstakingly slowly twirl within you “Tell me, is there anyone else that can make you this agitated? So wet, so desperate to be touched?” 

“N-No” you tried to answer in one go, however, the way the tip of his finger caressed your walls in search of reactions was not allowing you to think straight. 

“I’ll ask you again.” he said, his tone ever commanding “While he was touching you like this, did you secretly wish it was me?” he kept pressing his initial line of questioning, that you were too gone to remember it was about your little anecdote with Reid. 

His wrist twisted in a way that allowed him to penetrate deeper, owning a moan that you tried to subtly suppress. 

“Yes!” you cried out in the lowest tone you were able to, still oddly aware that the rest of your coworkers were outside. 

“Let him know.” he basically growled against your ear, you lacked contact in your lower body for a second, only to let out a loud, uncontained whimper once he added a second finger to the formula. You grabbed for dear life onto his biceps, trying to keep your balance as he continued to thrust his fingers inside and out, your head also laid against the crook of his neck, unable to keep yourself facing him as he spilled dirty nothings in your ear. 

“Aaron, please.” you begged as your hips tried to get him even further within you “I need more.” 

The arm that was helping you keep still moved so his fingers could tangle in your hair, his grip allowed him to tilt your head back with a gentle tug, not quite enough to hurt you, but firm enough to force it a little. 

“I’ll fuck you so good you’ll forget every word but my name.” his mouth pressed against yours once again to give you a reaffirming, rough kiss.

He removed his hand from your downside, and it energetically began to search around for the top he had removed earlier. Unable to find it, between other pieces of clothing and the darkness of the room, Aaron decided to remove his own shirt and hurried to throw it over your shoulders. 

Your face reddened at his intentions, he was trying to cover you so the rest of the members wouldn’t see you literally half naked. Once he was comfortable with how many buttons he had hooked, he grabbed your hand to guide you outside the narrow closet. 

Unfortunately for the both of you, and his subordinates, the only path towards the guest rooms, that Dave had prepared earlier, was to follow the hallway that crossed the living room area on the side. You braced yourself mentally, your hand covering your face as you began to feel the confused sights of your coworkers during your little parade. 

“Last one out set the alarm.” you could hear Hotch command, but you didn’t dare to look back at your friends, or him for that matter. 

The rest of the group simply stared at how their shirtless superior was dragging a girl, their very best friend, who was wearing his shirt over what was obviously a barely clothed chest, to the rooms their other boss had prepared for a very specific purpose. They exchanged puzzled looks in complete silence until Emily spoke up. 

“Anyone know the alarm code?” she asked. 

Back to you and Aaron, he had chosen the closest door he could find open. As soon as you stepped in, he grabbed your hips once again to press them against his, his erection made itself known against them, and you couldn’t help but to curiously wander one hand down. Your foreheads met and so did your eyes as you palmed his front; he let out an airy quiet moan. 

Not able to take his frustration any longer, he twirled in his place along with you, making you stumble and fall on your back on to the bed. He landed right on top, his palms against the mattress cushioning the fall so he wouldn’t lay his entire weight on you. 

There was no exchange of words, only a quick glance at your covered bottom that you understood as a command. Your back arched upwards and he could steal a glance of your perked nipples rubbing against his lent shirt. Shortly, you began to wiggle underneath him to remove the pants that you were pushing down along with your underwear. Once you were exposed, garments missing somewhere around the area, Aaron sat on his knees to unbuckle his belt. 

The second his member became exposed, you let out a pleased gasp, which prompted him to smile in a rather shy way. Your legs subtly spread apart, revealing more of your intimate parts, and he understood that as an invitation to enter. His tip trailed slowly up and down your entrance, but before you could complain, he began to push in. He was as desperate as you were, and the way you let out a soft whine at his size. 

Once he had pushed all the way in, he reached for your hands, intertwining your fingers together and pushing them all the way over your head. He could get a clear view of your face and breasts, and once he made sure you had adjusted to him, his hips began to move. Another moan escaped your lips, so he leaned down to meet his mouth with yours, planting a passionate, deep kiss to it. 

You could feel yourself being filled by him, soft noises coming out of your mouth into his at the gentleness of his thrusts. Said gesture, however, wouldn’t seem to last long, and you noticed in the way the grip of your hands felt tighter with each one. 

“No one else can touch you like this.” he pulled away from the kiss to focus on the side of your neck, you felt his lips attach to the skin and roughly suck on it. Aaron pulled away to admire the redness that spread on the spot, proud of the mark that he knew it was going to leave. 

“No one else.” you reassured, your back arching a little at the pulsating pain on your neck. 

“Good girl.” he praised, his hips snapping with a particularly rough thrust that caused a low ‘fuck’ out of you. 

“Don’t hold back your voice.” 

He repeated his movement, and this time you squirmed trying to free your hands, a loud, throat-deep whimper resonating around the otherwise empty room. He smirked at the volume of the sound, yet his hips continued to pound in you, the initial slow movements gone from his rhythm. 

“Aaron…” you whispered in between moans “I want to cum.” you tried to beg. 

“Not yet, sweetheart.” his eyes glimmered with certain darkness

His hips changed angles even when his current speed wouldn’t give in, the way he was pushing now allowed your clit to rub slightly against his lower torso with every thrust, probably so he wouldn’t have to use his hands and set yours free. 

“I need to know I’m the only one who can fuck you like this.” he growled “I need you to say you’re mine.” 

“I’m-” you were about to start talking when he snapped his hips roughly, and you could feel him slide all the way in, his balls making a loud clapping sound when they hit the skin on your ass. The sound you made was loud, almost like a scream, and you were sure whoever was still outside certainly heard it. 

“What 's that? Couldn’t hear you.” his mouth had curled into a smug smirk. 

“I’m yours, Aaron. I’m all yours.” you cried out, your wrists once again twisting in an attempt to free themselves. 

He muttered another praise and let go of your hands, which could only fall flat to your sides and grip onto the sheets of the bed; he leaned back to be sitting on his knees once again, not allowing his member to slip out of you, and grabbed at your hips to slide them onto his lap. He held them in position as he continued to thrust, but one of his thumbs snuck to the upper part of your cunt, rapidly teasing the sensitive nerve bundle. 

You kept slightly gritting your teeth, your walls clenching around his shaft without mercy, and even if it was not obvious on his face, you could tell by the way his member throbbed inside of you that he was about to reach his limit as well. 

“Cum.” he suddenly commanded, and you didn’t need anything more. 

You allowed yourself to be engulfed by your climax, your body twisting itself and your hands pulling at the fabric beneath them, your legs also curled, basically pushing your partner in your direction, not even giving him the option to pull back. 

On his part, his head was thrown back, and you could see the way his adam’s apple bobbed with the loud groans he let out, his fingers gripping tighter on your skin, however this time the mark that his hold would leave was a complete accident. 

He didn’t pull out once he had spilled himself completely into you, instead, his body dropped forward, his arms slipping under your body to hold you close to him, head on your chest, eyes closed, just trying to take in the fact that he had just made love to you. 

“Aaron?” you said with a curious tone, your arms wrapping around his back and allowing one of your hands to tangle in his hair. He answered with a short hum, too tired to give you an actual answer “Does it bother you that I made out with the rest of the team tonight?” you asked, nervous that it would have hurt him in any way. 

“No.” he said matter-of-factly “As long as I only get to do it from now on.” 

You shared a light chuckle, and without noticing, the both of you drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning was a bit awkward for Rossi, being that he was not expecting to see the entire team, save for you and Hotch, curled on his living room furniture. JJ, Reid, and Emily had curled up together on the larger piece, while Morgan and Garcia cuddled on one of the individual seats. The clearing of his throat woke everyone up in a startle, and they looked around confusedly for the missing members of the group. 

“What the hell happened last night?” David asked no one in particular. 

“We were playing a game, and we must have fallen asleep waiting for it to end.” Garcia said with a slightly suggestive, yet groggy, voice, and Rossi decided it was better not to ask. 

“By the way, how do we interpret this?” Emily asked “Who won?” 

“Do you even have to ask?” Morgan scoffed, and Emily shrugged in defeat. 

“Then, who won between the two of you?” Reid asked, pointing at JJ and Garcia. 

“No one, really.” Jennifer replied. 

“What? You both failed? Who did you choose?” Morgan inquired. 

The blondes exchanged looks to see if they had had the same thought, and so they replied in unison once they had figured they were correct. 

“Spencer.” their tones were flat, almost as if the answer was obvious. Reid lit up in a smile, wiggling his eyebrows victoriously at Derek. 

“What?! No way you would just pick him!” he was baffled at the answer. 

“Girls talk, Derek” Penelope told him “Let’s just say Elle reviewed his service with five stars.” 

The group broke into a shared laugh, and Rossi only interrupted so he could inquire on the whereabouts of his friends. 

“Where’s Aaron?” he prompted. 

“One of the guest rooms.” Reid said. 

“And is he with…?” Dave continued. 

“Yup” the five members said in unison, referring to you. 

“Also, Rossi, if you don’t mind, I kind of have a design suggestion.” Spencer turned in the direction of his superior

The older man raised his eyebrows, curious about the words that were about to come out of the younger’s mouth. “Let’s hear it.” 

“Please make all the rooms soundproof.”

[ama0310]

The President's Daughter (2)

Character: Finnick Odair

Requested: Sorta lol

Type: Angst/Fluff

Summary: Arianna Flemings-Snow, the adopted daughter of Coriolanus Snow, bravely volunteers for the 75th Annual Hunger Games. Now it's training day for the tributes.

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Arianna would be lying if she said she didn't like training.

She did. She trains everyday for at least two hours. Last week she threw knives at holograms for four hours straight and loved it.

Even after winning her games she knew she had to be prepared for everything. At fifteen she realized how unprepared she was for life, and she was never going to feel that way again.

What she didn't like was having to train with nineteen other people that will want to murder her for their own survival. Obviously minus Mags, Finnick, her district partner, and Johanna.

It's not that she was worried. She just never wanted to return to how inhumane she was all those years ago. Training for fun was one thing, but training for the Hunger Games was completely different.

"Snow White in the flesh. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" She smiles instantly turning around finding Finnick in his uniform.

"My fisherman." He laughed and put his arm around her walking her through the training center towards Mags.

She looked at each District pairs stopping her eyes at the District 1 pair throwing their knives at the holograms. Gloss smirks at Cashmere before meeting Arianna's eyes and winks.

Finnick pulls her her towards him glancing at the man, "What's that about? Making an alliance with the Careers?"

She shakes her head looking around to District 3 trying to create fire, "Nope." She then turns to see Finnick staring right at her. "I'm serious. Gloss invited me to the Careers and I told him I would ask you. You're the only alliance I really care about and you know it."

"I was thinking about the newbies." Though Arianna knew that's where he was heading she was skeptical. The girl seemed nice, but her father gave her one rule and it was to not fraternize with the enemy. And Katniss is his #1 enemy currently. "Unless you weren't?"

She runs a hand through her hair, "Can we even trust them Finn? At least with the careers we know they'll have our back until the end."

"I'm sure Gloss would stab me before we even make it halfway." Jealousy bright in his eyes. Gloss definitely had a crush on Arianna, he doesn't blame him though, everyone does.

She ruffles his hair up a bit, "And I would make sure every ounce of blood drains slowly and agonizingly out of his body if he does that."

"My wicked Snow White." He smirks at her threat. He knows if the roles were reversed he would do the same thing. That's how their relationship goes. Even outside of the games every time there was a possible threat towards his girl he was always one step ahead already ready to rip some heads off. She boops his nose before continuing their walk down the pathway.

The moment they made it to the hooks sections she immediately hugged Mags, "Let me see what you're doing Mags." The old lady smiles big before licking her fingers and continuing her work.

Finnick couldn't help but admire the girl as she was following Mags' directions. She was captivating. He couldn't help but stare. Realizing he was staring a little bit too long he starts observing the rest of the Victors. He then noticed Katniss on the other side looking at the ropes. He comes up next to her and grabs onto the rope she was tying (horribly).

"Girl on Fire can't even tie a rope. Hm interesting. Here let me. "He starts wrapping the rope around his hand twirling each strand beautiful. "Let me show you the best knot in the arena." Katniss still stares at him annoyance visible on her face making him chuckle. "Arianna better not see you staring at me. Look at the knot not my beautiful face. This is the bit where it gets complicated."

He then puts it around his neck, tightens it until it's snug against his throat. He grabs the end of the rope, "And this is for...well you know..." He then pretends to be hanging.

The girl in front of him smiles sarcastically, "Fun"

He turns to the girl offering her the end of his rope, "Do you want to take me for a walk?"

Katniss glared at the man about the leave when she retorts, "Shouldn't you be asking your girlfriend that?"

He chuckles keeping the rope around his neck before pointing to the Knives section. "She's a bit busy being a badass right now."

The duo walks towards where all the tributes seem to be admiring the young girl.

As the first holographic target flickered to life, Arianna's hand moved with lightning speed. A gleaming silver knife soared through the air, embedding itself precisely in the center of the target.

A particularly challenging hologram materialized—a ferocious muttation with razor-sharp teeth. The tension in the air thickened as Arianna locked eyes with the holographic beast.

With a swift, controlled motion, she flung a set of knives in rapid succession, hitting the muttation's vulnerable points. The hologram dissipated in a burst of light, and the crowd erupted into cheers

Arianna, unfazed by the attention, took a moment to acknowledge the crowd with a nod and a confident smile then hugs a proud-looking Mags. "This is my go-to knife and now it's yours. Use it well."

As people were finally going back to their training she stops in front of Katniss and Finnick.

She looks at the rope around his neck while raising her eyebrow. She twirls the loose end of the rope around her hand and tugs hard making him immediately lose his balance and lean towards the girl smirking. "I like this."

Finnick couldn't help but reciprocate the feeling. "You and me both...I was just showing Girl on Fire here the best knot in the arena."

Arianna ties her up in a ponytail before crossing her arms. " You learned from the master. He was the one to teach me many years ago how to do that. When he wasn't even my mentor." She then points to where she was. "I was teaching Mags how to throw a knife. I think she was too busy hyping me up to actually be looking."

"Couldn't leave Snow White in distress. The best part of the Hunger Games is the rope tying." Arianna lightly hit his chest. "And let's be honest here Mags definitely agreed to the demonstration so she can show you off. Very wise woman she is."

Katniss cleared her throat making the duo look at her. Peta also decided to stand next to his fiancé. "That was impressive."

The short compliment made the girl smile, "Don't worry you won't be at the end of my throws." Peta sighed in relief making the duo laugh out loud. "Hopefully we'll be able to be allies, right Finnick?" He nods and winks at Katniss before following the girl pulling his rope.

"If I knew you liked being dominant I would've given you a rope a long time ago." Arianna couldn't help but laugh letting the rope go and taking it off him, she caressed her hand around the rawish area. An intimate yet beautiful moment between the two. Both looking at one another intensely.

Peta and Katniss were still looking at the pair who were a few feet away from them. "So what do you think?"

Katniss really didn't know what to think. Finnick's threat last time ran through her head. Seeing them now definitely solidifies her thoughts of them being together.

It's very interesting seeing those two claim they're not together yet so openly show their care for one another. A part of her loves the idea of a true love connection at the games, but she can't really see the playboy of the capitol and the tyrants' daughter together as a symbol of love.

Now the two were at the plants section with Arianna quickly matching all the plants correctly. "She's brilliant and skilled, but I don't trust either of them."

Peta liked the duo. He understands Katniss' skepticism, but he also doesn't want the duo as possible enemies especially if they're so willing to be allies.

He put an arm on her shoulder, "If we get Arianna, then we get Finnick, Mags, and Johanna by association. It honestly makes sense."

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"Well, sweetheart, you got your pick of the litter." Haymitch folds his hands giving their duo a smile.

"I want Arianna."

[temmtamm]

My Favorite

Bradley Uppercrust x Reader

Tw: Making out, a little bit of a toxic relationship but it’s fun, Enemies with Benefits

Note: I NEED THIS MAN SO BADLY RAHHH I HAVE NEVER EVEN WROTE ANYTHING CLOSE TO SMUT BEFORE WHAT IS HE DOING TO ME

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“Bradley!!”

A sharp echo of a voice rang out through the frat house, an annoyed hiss soon followed it, along with the clanging of plastic balls clicking against each other on the pool table.

Damn it. Not even close to a score.

The man bent over the table scoffed, his brows furrowing as he rose with a slow, restrained pace, keeping himself from lashing out at whoever must’ve had the gall to barge in screaming like that.

Well, he says it like it’s a big mystery…but it’s not. He did this song and dance plenty, plenty of times before.

It was (Y/N). One of the Gamma members that has joined of late. It’s funny, almost. They were only a year in, far away from all the other times spent in the fraternity and yet they have been the one to cause the most ruckus.

“Yes??” He hissed out, closing his eyes tight as he braced himself for the inevitable. His voice was a thin dance between silky and charismatic to ragged and harsh. He still had a front to keep up after all.

Sure enough, it was only a moment’s notice before a familiar teammate reeled around the corner, storming into the game room with a skateboard in hand.

Immediately, their nose scrunched up at the foul smell that resigned in the room. It was a sour pungent smell only brought on by the types of men Bradley surrounds himself with. The reek of beer and other substances having been left out to rot, the familiar sting of weed, and the scent of cheap body sprays and deodorants used to mask the scent on the men…yeah, it wasn’t working. Even with the place baron and empty except for the two, (Y/N) can still smell it distinct as ever.

They shook their head, snapping back to focus as they thrusted the board up towards Bradley, brows knitted together and lips pulled back into a sneer. “Mind explaining this??”

Oh, right. That thing. He forgot he asked Tank to do that.

He turned his head around slowly, looking over his shoulder and through his lashes at the board. Sure enough, one of those signature miniature boosters was latched on. “Well…It’s a skateboard. Thought that one would be obvious.”

“Don’t be a smartass.” (Y/N) hissed, cutting straight through his usual bullshit and thrusting the board into his chest as soon as he turned his body to face him. “I told you I don’t want your stupid tools!! You and your fella’s can cheat as much as y’all want, but I told you to keep that shit far away from my board, man!!”

Bradley stumbled backwards as the skateboard basically got dropped on him. The small of his back hitting against the edge of the pool table, the cold making goosebumps run under his skin and his fur frizzing up.

He huffed, annoyance setting into his expression as he gently set the board down–Not out of care of (Y/N)’s possessions but to not scrape or damage the contraband attached to it. “Hey, hey, hey!! Slow your roll, speed racer. What makes you think I’m behind this? The others are just as guilty as I am.” He purred out, his voice coming out in a drawl as he attempted to smooth talk and weasel his way out of the situation.

Not out of any fear or anything–Matter of fact, if it were any other person who pulled the stuff that (Y/N) has, they would’ve been kicked out a long time ago.

So, how were they so special??

Well…

“Don’t give me that. You know it’s you. It’s ALWAYS you!!” (Y/N)’s hand raised to run a hand through their hair, pulling it back away from their head as they felt their face grow hot with anger. “I keep on telling you over and over but you never listen!! You, you–” They huffed, their head turning away as their eyes glazed over the area, falling silent so they could think.

This type of thing had honestly been going on between the two of them ever since (Y/N) joined.

Why had they even joined in the first place?? Well, that was simple.

They were bright-eyed, bushy tailed, and finally free from their family. They were practically starving for excitement and freedom once they got to college only for…nothing to change.

Talking to people or trying to make friends still felt as harsh as chewing on nails, they had come to realize they weren’t as knowledgeable and perfect in their major as they had believed, and they were just…lonely.

Nobody to talk to, nothing to do, there wasn’t much that could excite and distract them from the depressing reality of their situation.

Well…until they remembered that old skateboard in their closet, a dumb little hobby they had back in early highschool back when they had freetime. Turns out, they were still good at it, just as good as they were when they were younger.

Whaddya know?? One thing led to another and they ended up catching the eye of a certain somebody.

They hadn’t much friends–or anyone really–outside of their family so obviously they fell hook, line and sinker for everything he said.

They believed him when he said that they had a talent, they took confidence in his words when he would praise and butter them up, then eventually when he asked for them to be a part of the Gammas…They accepted.

They wanted to believe him, that they were the best of the best and that if they just accepted his offer, they would be successful, happy, and have plenty of friends.

…Then again they can’t say they weren’t charmed by the idea of spending time with the man as well.

Though, they never expected this. They don’t praise themself as a champion or anything but they have more confidence in themself to rely on CHEATS to win.

What’s the point of playing if you’re just doing it to win?

They should’ve left the moment they figured that out…but they didn’t.

They just tried to be as independent from the practices as possible, to keep their morals and their beliefs honest despite their team.

Clearly that wasn’t working.

“Y’know what??” (Y/N) sighed, taking a deep breath as they did. Their voice fell down a few octaves, still upset but now more quiet and resigned. “I quit.”

Bradley perked up, his eyebrows flitting up as his charismatic smile fell. He shot up from the pool table he leaned against, closing the minimal distance between the two. “Ah, care to repeat that?? I don’t believe I heard you correctly. Surely my favorite player isn’t quitting so soon.” His smile returned, though it was a thinner, shakier smile. Neurotic even. That’s how he got when he didn’t have full control.

“You heard me. I’m tired of this, bradley. My boundaries aren’t being respected, I’m not being valued as a person, and I should've quit a long time ago. I’m done.” (Y/N) crossed their arms and turned their head away, refusing to look at him. If they can't see him, they can’t be…motivated to stay.

Bradley’s face darkened. His hands gripped at (Y/N)’s forearms, the pads of his paws pressing against the plush of their skin. The grip was almost desperate if (Y/N) didn’t know better. “You think you can just waltz up in here and quit?? Do you have any idea how much time and effort I���...We’ve invested into you, you ingrate!?”

(Y/N) jerked back, unfamiliar with the harsher treatment. They were familiar with his snide remarks and cold words, but to grip at them like this was a step too far. They’re many things but one thing they’re not is a pushover.

(Y/N) smacked his hand away, watching as he stumbled backwards. “Oh, like it was much.” They snapped, anger bubbling up once again. WHether they liked it or not, this man had a deathgrip on their emotions. “What time?? The time you spent buying gadgets instead of–Oh, I don’t know–Training??”

Bradley’s eye twitched as he backed up…though not for long as he was quick to step forwards again and jab his finger in their chest. “You ungrateful brat!! You have no idea all the time and effort I have spent on you. Now you just want to barge into MY house and quit?! I don’t think so!!” He sneered, his thin lips pulling back to reveal rows of almost fake looking broad white teeth.

“YOU–” He jabbed their chest again, the tip of his finger’s claw dancing over the skin that protected their heartbeat. “–signed that contact. You are mine. You will compete in MY team.”

“You think I’m scared of you?” Truth be told, their heartbeat did spike at the mention of the contract. Fuck. They forgot about that. This guy really loves to cover his tracks, huh??

“Get your finger out of my face.” (Y/N) huffed, smacking his hand away. He didn’t budge. They gritted their teeth, annoyance along with adrenaline building in their chest. Their hand grabbed at his slim wrist, twisting it away from them. It wasn’t nearly as hard as they could’ve gone.

One thing about Bradley is that he isn’t exactly the strongest man. He has Tank do all of his fighting. A pained yelp left him followed by a hitch of his breath, his voice getting higher and cracking as he quickly tried to jerk his hand away. “You tried to put your hands on me!!” His heart rate spiked, though not out of the same adrenaline (Y/N) was feeling.

“Calm down, prissy boy. I barely touched you.”

He did, in fact, not calm down. His other hand shot up, pushing at (Y/N) and being petty in the way that he tried to hurt them back in any way he could. Hitting, trying to grab at their hair, anything.

That lasted for around five minutes before (Y/N) had enough and shoved him back.

His back hit the border of the pool table once more, his breath hitching and a keening wail leaving his lips. God, he could be such a baby sometime. “You–”

(Y/N)’s hands rested against the tops of his own. They weren’t overly cruel or malicious, just caging his hands against the table to stop his tantrum. They looked up at him, their eyes dark with disdain and just…exhaustion. They did this plenty of times before, they were not impressed by anything he would weasel.

Yeah…He thinks he can start to remember why he keeps them around.

It should be humiliating being treated like this. Someone as high on the social ladder as him, someone who has crazy “Fuck you” money that makes all his problems disappear. He should hate it…but he doesn’t.

If anything, he revels in it. He revels in them. It’s the role they fulfill that makes them so special to him, why they are his favorite player. Dare he say, he likes the opposition they bring. It contrasts nicely with the yes men he is surrounded with.

He swallowed thickly, voice cracking and a raspy whimper leaving his throat as a shaky smile pulled at his lips. “D’aww, C’mon now, you didn't mean all that hullabaloo earlier. You love us and we love you.” He maintained his mask, getting back into his collected and cool persona. He wriggled his hands free, slipping them away to instead drape over (Y/N)’s shoulders. A shit-eating grin pulled at his lips as he toyed and played with the hairs at the end of their neck.

“It was just a small slip up, nothing to get all bent out of shape over. It won’t happen again.” His gaze darted down towards their lips. He darted his eyes away as soon as they landed there. “What was it you wanted? Respect? Fiine, I respect ya’. You’re my equal.”

He pulled them forwards, holding his breath at the way they looked, lurched over the table with their hands on either side of him for stability. His grin widened as he saw their expression falter and their head turning to look away. The good ol’ sweet talk never fails.

“I’m sorry for lashing out but y’know I can’t be without my favorite player. Imagine how lonely and boring that would be for me.” His grin stretched wider.

(Y/N) swallowed thickly, their face burning hot. “Stop that.” They grumbled. “Don’t do this again…” They wanted to stay strong this time. They were drawing their line in the sand.

Bradley just continued, feigning innocence all the while. “Do what?? I’m just sitting here.” He hummed, rubbing the pad of his thumb along the nape of their neck. He melted at the soft warm skin, the feeling only toppled by the way (Y/N) stumbled, their hands now resting on his waist for stability. He felt a lump build up in his throat. “Careful there, friend. Getting too close for comfort.” His nails raked against the back of their neck. He seemed a lot more comfortable in this position than he was letting on.

“Shut up…” (Y/N) muttered, making the mistake of looking down at the man under them.

…Dammit, there was no reason that he had to look so good. This was about humbling him and putting their foot down, not about—Whatever he was trying to spin this into.

…Wait a minute.

A lightbulb sparked in their head…If they were even still thinking with their head at this point.

“Make me–” Bradley’s tease was the last thing they needed. In a matter of seconds they ahd given in and let the intrusive thoughts win, crashing their lips against his own.

Oh, wow. He was surprisingly soft.

The hands in their hair tensed and stiffened, an emasculated whine leaving his lips as his eyes shot open. His brain felt foggy, his temple throbbing with the pounding of his heart, adrenaline pushing through his veins and making him feel unable to stay still. He couldn’t help but squirm like the silly little guy he was underneath them…only for a flat palm to press against his abdomen pushing him back down on the table.

Oh, fuck, fuckfuckfuck–

“Mmh…” His eyes fluttered short, him melting underneath the warm, firm body. His hands tightened their grip, clinging onto their hair for dear life before trailing down to grasp at the sides of their face. He pushed forwards, breaking through the barrier and slipping his tongue in their mouth. A humiliating, breathless groan left his lips. God, it was so warm. They were so warm. He needed them. He didn’t care how messy, sloppy, or desperate he probably looked and acted like right now.

He broke away from the kiss, only a hair's breadth away from their lips, his breath fanning over their skin with his brow caked in sweat and his eyes half lidded, heavy with need.

His hands fell down once more, nails raking down their back as he took a minute, breathing heavy and ragged as he had to strain himself to collect all his thoughts into a garbled sentence.

“C’mon…I-If yer’ gonna do it, just get it over with. Y’know you’re my favorite player, right? C’mon, please—“

Bingo. (Y/N) couldn’t help but let their lips stretch out into an uncontrollably broad grin. They took much pleasure in pulling away from him, savoring the weak plaintive cry that left him and how he lurched forwards as if his lips were chasing theirs.

They stepped back, their chest feeling tight and their heart claustrophobic as they saw him sprawled out on the pool table, hands clasping on either side of himself, nails digging into the thin red fabric. His hair was mussied, sweat dripped from his face with his shirt loosened and falling down. They almost gave in right there.

“On second thought…maybe another time.”

Though, seeing that helpless look on his face mixed with sexual frustration and a very offended look was almost just as sweet. It was a small win but a win nonetheless.

…

“I…” Bradley heaved out. “God, I hate them..”

[delicatebarness]

the manuscript | chapter seven

Summary: A night partying leads to unexpected consequences, prompting a stern confrontation and a new set of rules. Boundaries are tested and reveal deeper complexities in a forming relationship.

Warnings: Age Gap. (Dr Barnes: late 40s & Reader: early 20s). Emotional Manipulation. Power Imbalance. Physical Punishment. Alcohol Use. Use of foreign language.

Word Count: 2123

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The days following the intense encounter with James, as he requested you call him now, were a whirlwind of emotions. The memory of his commanding presence and the way he challenged you, couldn’t be shaken from your memory. You poured yourself into the assignment, determined to meet his expectations. 

Immersing yourself in the intricate details, you worked diligently on your narrative while sitting in your dorm room. The rhythmic clacking of your keyboard was suddenly interrupted, by a knocking at your door. You sighed as you stood up to open it, Peter stood before you with a broad grin on his face. 

“Hey! I’ve got a fun plan for us!” he announced, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

“What is it?” you asked. You tried to match his enthusiasm despite your efforts to focus on the assignment. 

“There’s a party tonight at the house. Everyone’s going to be there, and I want you to come,” he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. 

Thinking about the assignment and the attention it needed, you hesitated. “I don’t know, Pete. I’ve got to get this assignment done. James… Dr. Barnes gave me this strict deadline and I need to finish it.” 

Rolling his eyes playfully, Peter laughed. “Come on, you need a break. You’ve been cooped up in here for days.” He gestured toward the stack of take-out boxes piling up. “It’ll be fun, I promise. I’ll bring you back in the morning to finish.” 

“Peter–” you began, but he cut you off.

“Please, just this once. Let loose a little, I’ll make sure you have a good time, I promise.” he coaxed, reaching out to cup your cheek. 

You nodded, reluctantly. “Okay, fine. But, I’m not drinking. I need to stay focused for tomorrow.” 

“Deal,” he agreed, yet his eyes held a mischievous glint. 

~

Surrounded by loud music, you found yourself at the fraternity house. Laughter and the smell of alcohol filled your senses as Peter handed you a drink. He insisted it was just soda. Trusting him, you took a sip from the red cup, not noticing the subtle taste of alcohol mixed in it. 

He refilled your cup as the night progressed, and you began feeling increasingly lightheaded. It was too late when you realized that the drinks he had been giving you were not just soda. Peter was too engrossed in the party when you stumbled slightly trying to leave the house. 

Your head spun as you navigated the streets, frustration began to mix with the alcohol. Pulling out your phone, you started to send emails without thinking. The words flowed in drunken rambles. Your inhibitions were gone. 

“I’m so lost and drunk. I don’t know where I am. I can’t think straight. Please, help me.” 

The reply came through almost immediately: “Where are you? I’ll come get you, stay there.” 

Sending your locating, you leaned against a lamppost to steady yourself.  A car pulled up beside you within minutes. A mix of concern and frustration etched across James’ face as he stepped out. 

“Get in,” he demanded, opening the passenger door for you. 

Your words slurred as you rambled to him. “James, you make me feel things I don’t understand. I can’t stop thinking about you,” you paused to look over at him as he drove. “I want you to kiss me… please.”

His jaw tightened as he glanced over at you. “You’re drunk. We can talk about this when you’re sober.” 

“But, I need to feel you,” you mumbled, tears welling up in your eyes. “Please, just one kiss.” 

“No,” he said firmly.

You pouted, frustration bubbled up inside you. “Почему?” you asked in Russian, you hoped that could sway him. 

He sighed, pulling into a parking spot outside your brother’s apartment building. Turning to face you, his features softening. “Again, you’re drunk. And, Doll, I’m worried that if I kiss you, then, I might not be able to stop myself.” 

“Пожалуйста,” you begged, continuing the Russian. 

“No,” he repeated. “You deserve better than this. When I kiss you, I want it to be when you’re fully aware. Not like this.” 

“But I want you now,” you insisted, your voice taking on a desperate edge, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“No,” annoyance grew in his tone, leaving no room for argument. “Not tonight.” 

“Please, James,” you whimpered, the frustration and longing mixed in your chest. “I need you. I can’t stop, and it hurts.” 

His expression softened, yet he remained resolute. “And, I want you too.” he sighed, placing his hand gently against your thigh. “But, not like this. You need to be sober, and you need to be sure.” 

Tears spilled down your cheeks. “I am sure. I want you, James. Please, just kiss me,” you begged, your voice breaking. 

Shaking his head, his resolve unwavering. “No, Doll.” 

"Пожалуйста, Джеймс, поцелуй меня," you pleaded in Russian, your voice trembling as desperation took hold. 

The grip on your thigh tightened, his eyes darkening yet, he remained steadfast. "Нет, малышка,” his voice echoed throughout the car, rippling off the metal and glass. 

“Why?” you cried, the confusion and frustration making your voice waver. “Why won’t you just kiss me?”

James took a deep breath, his arm moved from your thigh and up to your cheek. His eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race as his thumb brushed your tears away. “Because, Baby Girl, if I kiss you now, I won’t stop. And you deserve more than just a kiss from me when you’re not in your right mind. You deserve everything, and I want to give you everything… just, not like this.” 

You felt defeated as you whimpered. “But I need you, James.” 

“And you’ll have me,” he promised, “when the time is right.” 

~

James helped you out of the car and up to your brother’s apartment. As you leaned against the doorframe, he gave the door a firm knock. Before you could say anything, he left and disappeared around the corner. 

The door opened, revealing your brother’s concerned face. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” Marc asked, taking in your disheveled appearance with widened eyes. 

“I’m… sorry,” you slurred, the exhaustion hitting you. “I was at a party, and Peter got me drunk.” 

Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, Marc guided you inside. “Come on, let’s get some water in you,” he said gently. “We’ll talk in the morning.” Marc helped you to the couch as James’ refusal to kiss you left you feeling rejected.

~

You woke with a throbbing headache along with a heavy sense of dread. Memories of the night before were a blur, yet the most vivid image was of James’ stern face and his refusal. You cringed thinking about your desperate appearance, and how out of control you would have seen.

As your morning progressed, you realized the dread was the looming deadline of your assignment. Despite your hangover, you forced yourself back to your dorm and finished the narrative you had started. You knew you couldn’t avoid James, and the sooner you faced him, the better.

Making your way to his office, you clenched the completed assignment in your hands. Your heart pounded as you approached the familiar door, and your palms began to sweat with anxiety. 

“Come in,” his voice called from within before you could start knocking. 

He looked up, his eyes cold and piercing as you stepped inside. “Good morning, Miss Spector. Do you have the assignment?” 

You nodded, handing the papers to him with trembling hands without a word. He took them from you, brushing his fingers against yours for a brief moment. A shiver shot down your spine. Taking a glance over the assignment before setting it aside, he gestured to the seat opposite him. 

“Let’s talk about last night,” he said, his voice stern.

Swallowing hard, you felt the heat rose to your cheeks. “I’m incredibly sorry, Dr. Barnes. I… I don’t remember everything, but I’m aware I crossed the line.” 

Standing up, James walked around the desk to stand in front of you. “You begged me, multiple times to kiss you. Do you remember that?” 

Nodding slowly, you avoided his gaze as the embarrassment washed over you. “Yes, I do. Again, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… I was drunk, and I wasn’t in the right mind.” 

His expression hardened as he crossed his arms over his chest. “And, why were you drunk?” 

You bit your lip, tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes. “I went to a party with my boyfriend. I thought I was drinking soda, but he… but it wasn’t. I didn’t realize until it was too late.” 

He shook his head as he sighed. “You had an important assignment due, Miss Spector, and instead of focusing on your work, you chose a party. Not acceptable behavior, especially from someone who claims they want to prove themselves.” 

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, your voice almost inaudible. “It won’t happen again.” 

“No, it won’t,” his jaw clenched. “You need to understand there are consequences for your actions. You begged me in both English and Russian. Now, you’re going to count for each time you begged.” 

Your eyes widened, in both shock and confusion. “What? Dr– James, please…” 

“Silence,” he commanded, his voice as cold as ice. “This is your punishment for not prioritizing your work. You will bend over and you will count in both languages for every time you begged.”

You knew there was no way out as you nodded. Your heart pounded, a mixture of fear and excitement rushing through you at his demeanor. 

“Come here,” he ordered, patting the spot at the front of his desk. 

Obeying, you felt vulnerable and exposed. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk as he positioned you so you were bent over, lifting your skirt.

“Start counting,” he instructed, his voice devoid of any warmth.

The sharp sting as the firm smack landed on your backside was immediate, taking a deep breath you tried to steady your voice. “One,” your voice betrayed you, trembling.

“Two,” you counted, the heat built with each strike.

By the time you had reached ten, your voice was strained, struggling to keep steady. “Eleven,” you whimpered, your body tensing. 

“Now, in Russian,” his tone was unyielding as he commanded. 

"Один," you gasped as another smack landed.

"Два," your voice quivered. 

You lost count as you reached "десять," the pain and humiliation overwhelming you. “Please, James, I can’t…” 

“From the beginning,” he ordered, his voice as cold as the metal you now felt against the heat. 

The cold metal sent a shockwave through your body, the smacks were harder now. "Один," you struggled to maintain control as you gasped. 

Your body trembled as you managed to count correctly this time, you were sobbing as the punishment finally came to an end. 

James’ eyes softened slightly as he looked at you, helping you stand. You were a mess, your cheeks completely drenched from your tears. Unable to form coherent words, you went non-verbal. His touch was now surprisingly tender as he gently brushed your hair away from your face. 

“Good girl,” he murmured with a soothing voice. “You did well.” 

Your mind is filled with a fog of pain and shame. Despite the punishment, his presence was a strange comfort as he continued to stroke your hair. 

“Shh,” he whispered. “You’re alright, just breathe, Baby Girl,” 

Your mind gradually came back, the haze lifting slightly. You nodded, acknowledging his words as you still couldn’t bring yourself to speak. 

Stepping back, his expression turned serious. “We’re going to set some ground rules,” he said, tone leaving no room for argument. “First, when you are overwhelmed, you will come to me. Do not seek escape from parties or alcohol. Understood?” 

“Yes, sir–”

“Sergeant,” he cut you off, his tone venomous.

“Yes, Sergeant,” you corrected yourself.

“Secondly,” he continued, “Physical intimacy will only be conducted when I deem it necessary. There will be no kissing.” 

A pang of disappointment coursed through you, yet you understood the necessity. “Yes, Sergeant,” you shakenly whispered. 

“And lastly,” he said, his gaze intense. “No more public displays with your supposed boyfriend.” 

“Yes, Sergeant,” you replied, a strange sense of comfort in his structured rule came over you. 

James nodded, satisfied with your obedience. “Good girl. Now, go back to your dorm and rest. We’ll talk more after I’ve read over your work.” 

You nodded gratefully, determined to prove yourself to James, and you started to leave his office. A feeling of relief and trepidation washed over you. “Thank you, Sergeant.” With a renewed sense of purpose, you left his office and returned to your dorm room, honoring the rules and proving yourself worthy. 

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HI BFFL YURIKO‼️‼️‼️ I WANTED TO GREET YOU A HAPPY NEW YEAR (im not sure if its today or tomorrow for your timezone eym sorry☹️) BUT ANYHOW I HOPE U HAVE GOOD FORTUNE THIS YEARRRRRRR!

ANYWAY would you write hitoshi shinsou as a frat guy and reader as someone who is apart of the honor roll for me THANK UUUUUUUUUUU HEARTS HUGS AND KISSES ><

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pairing: fratboy!hitoshi shinsou x honorroll!gender neutral reader summary: two presidents, one game of "seven minutes in heaven", and one very annoying ex boyfriend. cw: college!au, mentions of alcohol, profanity wc: 1.5k words nawt proofread! T-T

'why did I even come to this..?' was the only thought you had in your brain as the sounds of people laughing and talking mix with the edm playing from the incredibly bass booted speakers. you stood in a corner of the ridiculously crowded living room, holding a red solo cup filled with whatever the hell was in that punch bowl. this was one of alpha delta phi's "famous" house parties you always turned down invitations to. you weren't here out of choice though.

you were recently elected class president after tenya iida resigned and took your place as class secretary, and the other members of the student council thought it would be a good idea for the president to explore more of the activities that the student body of U.A. university partook in, and to your misfortune, attending one of these parties was at the top of the list. although you had an aversion to the parties they hosted, you weren't unfamiliar with the fraternity itself.

you had a very public relationship with one of its most popular members, eijiro kirishima in your first year of college. he was attractive, yes, but also incredibly stupid and hyper-focused on his masculinity, which ultimately led him to breaking it off with you because your relationship didn't make him feel "manly enough". whatever that means.

since then, you've avoided relationships and the fraternity all together. but all that avoiding was for nothing seeing as you're standing in the exact same building, on the exact same date your hatred for this organization was born two years ago.

you take a sip of the unknown drink only to immediately spit it out. 'gross.' you head to what seemed like the kitchen and scanned around for a diet coke or something to keep yourself sane for the next two hours you had challenged yourself to stay.

while searching for something actually drinkable, you notice a tall figure in the corner watching you. he held a cigarette in one hand, and a red solo cup in the other, routinely taking a puff of the cigarette or a sip of his drink. as you subtly inch closer, you make out his features. he was tall, but no taller than 5'10, he had messy, wavy indigo hair pulled slightly back in a backwards cap. he wore a black sleeveless shirt and some khaki shorts, typical for a frat boy.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." you say to the figure, pouring a can of soda in a clean cup. he chuckles, taking another puff from his cigarette. he steps closer, coming into the light. he had prominent dark circles under his eyes, made visible by the light. he appeared slim through his shirt, but his arms were muscular and really defined. this must be one of those "sleeper builds" everyone talks about. you continue to examine this strange man when suddenly, he clears his throat.

"now you're staring." he says, slightly smirking. he looks you up and down, analyzing you. "why haven't I seen you before?" he asks, this time throwing his cup in the trash and continuing to take puffs of the cigarette. "I don't normally come to parties." you say, taking a sip of your soda, "I was kinda forced to this one." you explain your situation to him, telling him about your challenge from the student council to stay at the party for at least 3 hours to "mingle" with the student body at this, according to your words, "stupid party". "damn." he says, "class president, huh, you're y/n l/n then, right?" puff. "I've heard a bunch about you, people don't seem to like you very much." puff. "I guess my reputation precedes me." you say, filling up your still half full cup with another can of soda. "on the topic of names," sip. "what's yours? maybe I've heard of you." sip. "hitoshi shinsou." says the purple-haired boy. shit.

unfortunately for you, hitoshi just so happened to be the newly-elected president of the fraternity after the former president graduated your freshman year. hitoshi was also the one in charge of throwing the parties hosted on campus grounds.

"I am so sorry oh my gosh. I promise I don't mean what I said about the party, I-" "It's fine." he chuckles, "I hate parties. I didn't even want to be the one in charge of them, I'd rather be in bed watching tiktok or something." hitoshi said, which sent a huge wave of relief over you. "Is that why you're not out there with the rest of your brothers partying like an animal?" you said, pouring yet another can of soda. he chuckles again, "yeah I'm not really the people type, and besides, all these guys do is just hump on each other and think it's hot." you laughed at this.

it's funny because it's true. come to think of it, the night you met kirishima, the first thing you saw was him twerking on his friend denki. "I wasn't planning on going back out, but I will if you join me." you offer, kind of happy you found someone normal at this stupid thing. "fine." he says, "but, you have to play at least one game with me." puff. "deal." you say, and you both walk to the crowded danger-zone of a living room.

games? did they play games at things like this? you'd always pictured college parties to be a bunch of people groping each other and pouring alcoholic beverages all over the place. it brought you some comfort to know that they played games. monopoly maybe?

you walked into the living room, where a bunch of people were sat down criss cross apple sauce in a big circle. perhaps duck duck goose? no. it was a stupid game with a misleading name. "seven minutes in heaven", bullcrap. it felt like hell. the moment it was your turn to spin the bottle, it just about landed on kirishima. if it weren't for some angelic force that inched the bottle a little over, you would've been seriously screwed. instead, it landed on...hitoshi?

you didn't think that hitoshi would be the type to kiss a random person he'd met, so you were fine being trapped in a room with him for seven minutes. immediately there were "ooohs" and "aaahhs" from the rest of the people in the circle, and your face started to feel hot. hitoshi suddenly grabs your hand and runs upstairs. his hands were cold, slightly bigger than yours, but his grip was firm. he opened the door to a room and locked you both inside it.

the room was nice, there were LED strip lights decorating the tops of the walls. they were purple, like hitoshi's hair, as was most of the decor of the room, so you assumed it was his. you sat down on his bed, analyzing the room. he sat down on a black and purple gaming chair, his arms behind his head, and his eyes closed. "now, we wait." you couldn't help but stare at him, his arms, he really was built.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." he said, eyes still closed. "whatever.." you scoffed, rolling your eyes. you could hear the people outside of the door, giggling and shushing each other, when you heard kirishima tell someone to shut up. your jaw clenched and you felt your face getting hot. it was stupid, just hearing his voice seemed to have such an affect on you, like nothing else mattered, like you were brain-dead. suddenly, an idea popped in your head.

you get up from the bed and race toward hitoshi. "kiss your hand." you whisper. "huh..?" hitoshi asks confused, "are you drunk? I mean you did have a lot of white claws.." he asks. "wait, white claws aren't sodas..?" you ask. "no.." he responds. "just do it." hitoshi begins planting kisses on his palm, still looking at you confusedly. "louder." you say, typing something on a doc on his computer. and he kissed his hand louder, loud enough to where the people outside of the door could hear. the giggling became louder.

you had finally finished writing on his computer and signaled him to look.

"Look, I know we just met, but I have a huge favor I wanna ask, I don't want to actually kiss you, which I'm sure you also don't want to do, but I was wondering if just maybe you could help me get back at my ex?"

hitoshi grins, "sure, what were you thinking-" you shush hitoshi and put his palm back to his lips, starting to type again. you finish typing on his computer again, and wait for him to look. he looks at the screen and pauses, and then a devilish grin paints his face.

the timer goes off and you hear knocks from outside of the door, "okay love birds, you can come out now!" hitoshi grabs your hand again, opening the door. he takes you downstairs to the living room with the crowd still following you. "did you guys actually kiss?" you hear a girl say behind you. "of course we did", he says, "why wouldn't I kiss the person I'm dating?"

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a/n: I really hope you enjoy this! I've never really watched mha so I don't know if this is in character for shinsou or not, but I still hope you enjoy! pt.2 maybe?

yurikosinterlude ©️ 2024 ❁ pls don't plagiarize, copy, repost, or translate my works at all ❁ (or atleast without creds :3)

[motherofdogs1010]

Need to Know I (Peter Parker x Reader)

Inspired by Doja Cat's "Need to Know"

Summary: When she was ready to get back out on the dating scene after dumping a certain Winter Soldier, Y/N was a woman ready to get back out there. She just never expected to find herself in a relationship with a certain nerdy spider.

Warnings: older woman/younger man, small age gap, everyone is adult age!, cheater Bucky, fratboy Peter, consensual sex, semi public sex, heavy smut, drinking, swearing, unprotected sex Look at Masterlist for more warnings

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Part 1

TWO MONTHS AGO

Y/N downed the shot of tequila that Tony had passed her, laughing as she felt the burn in her throat and hearing Tony cheering. Say what you want about Tony, but he knew how to party as he had taken them to some nightclub that he bought for shits and giggles.

"Enjoying the burn", Tony teased, Y/N laughed.

"It's the tequila sweats that I hate", she said back.

Standing up from the little VIP booth Tony had rented for them all, Y/N scoped out her surroundings. She saw Nat dragging a bashful Steve to the dance floor, Steve was awkwardly moving around before he finally got the hang of it and began dancing with Nat. Y/N laughed as she watched Steve get down on the dance floor, she spotted Vision (who had his human form on) with Wanda near the bar as Wanda was getting another drink.

"Are you having fun?"

Y/N looked in the direction to see Peter standing there with a grin, Y/N smiled back at him.

"I wondered where you were", Y/N responded, "I always forget your 21."

"My babyface makes it that way", Peter joked.

Y/N had to admit, Peter Parker was a very attractive man, especially right now with his hair gelled back, a white button down that had the sleeves rolled up and dark slacks. Tony said Peter had changed a lot since high school, having managed to join a fraternity in his first year of college; she had only met Peter in the last year so hearing that he was anything but confident before was a little shocking since he walked around like a little mini Tony sometimes.

Peter moved a little closer to her as Tony announced that he was going to join Wanda at the bar.

Sam and Clint were missing, both men having taken some time off to go visit their families, especially for Sam since he wanted to be there for one of his nephew's birthdays.

Although, the person that everyone seemed to ignore that wasn't there was a certain Winter Soldier, but it seemed everyone was on the rocks with the man at the moment. But cheating and immediately bringing around the girl you cheated with will do that, won't it?

Of course that was the main reason behind Tony bringing nearly all of them out to the club was because of her confiding in Tony about being ready to get back out there. She felt no issue confiding in Tony considering how close of friends they were, she was coming out in his upcoming wedding to Pepper in just a few months time.

"It's a cute babyface", Y/N teased, Peter chuckled.

"I'm glad you're having fun", Peter said, "you deserve it."

Y/N smiled as she tugged up the neckline of her red mini dress, the fabric clinging to her large breasts and hips. It was an off the shoulder dress that she chose just for the occasion with long sleeves and paired with some red bottoms that Nat was letting her borrow.

Y/N watched as Peter looked a bit indecisive as if he was second guessing himself before he blurted out, "Would you like to dance?"

"Don't you think you should be dancing with someone your own age?" she teased before Peter snaked a toned arm around her hips.

"Age is just a number, right?" Peter answered with a wink.

Y/N felt surprised, she was older than Peter by 7 years and she wouldn't be an idiot to say she hadn't noticed the younger man's eyes occasionally roaming her figure. But she never thought much of it considering she had been in a relationship with Bucky, but that bridge was burned a lot time ago.

She was here to have fun, dance a little, drink... there was no harm in just a dance, right?

"Alright, Spiderboy", Y/N said, "show me what you got."

~

Wanna know what it's like (like) Baby, show me what it's like (like) I don't really got no type (type) I just wanna fuck all night

The sound of Doja Cat singing could be heard even in the women's restroom, the door locked in a rush as Peter pressed her harder into said door. Their tongues dancing across one another as she could taste the alcohol on his tongue, Y/N moaned as Peter slotted his knee between her legs, pressing against her wet cunt and beginning to rock her hips against him.

But Peter pulled his knee away and she whimpered, breaking the kiss for a moment before she felt one of his hands trail under her dress, finding her thong.

"You're soaked", Peter teased, she shuddered as Peter ran a finger down her slit. "I bet I could slid right in."

As if that was his cue, Peter slid a finger into her, Y/N let her head fall into Peter's chest as he slowly began to pump his finger in her.

"Don't tease", she moaned as she brought his face down to hers.

What's your size? (Size) Add, subtract, divide ('vide) Daddy don't throw no curves (curves) Hold up, I'm goin' wide (wide) We could just start at ten (ten) Then we can go to five (five) I don't play with my pen (pen) I mean what I write

She connected their lips again as Peter slid another finger into, fingering her harder now as he began to rub her clit in tight circles. Y/N cried out at the sensations as she rocked her hips in time with Peter's movements.

Peter began to trail kisses down her neck as her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth falling open as pants escaped her mouth.

"Fuck you're beautiful", Peter said as he quickened his fingers. "Come on, Y/N, cum on me."

Y/N felt like she was in the Twilight Zone right now, but fuck it, she was enjoying it with the way Peter was fingering her. She could feel that tight knot building in her as Peter's fingers reached an area in her that made her nearly tear up in pleasure, his fingers practically massaging it as she began to tug on his hair as her toes began to curl.

"P-Peter", she panted, "gonna...cum..."

She saw Peter grin in satisfaction as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She felt breathless and fuzzy as Peter fingered her through it before she whimpered at the overstimulation, which Peter pulled his fingers out.

"Still think I should find someone my own age?" Peter teased, she narrowed her eyes as she panted.

Peter slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them.

"I always knew you'd taste sweet", Peter said as she reached for his belt buckle.

Peter brought a hand up, squishing her cheeks together and forcing her lips into a pout; he pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips as she successfully managed to get unzip Peter's slacks, slipping her hand inside to begin to tease the younger man in front of her.

"Now, you wanna be a tease?" Peter asked as he began to move her to one of the many sinks in the bathroom.

I just can't help but be sexual (whoa) Tell me your schedule (yeah) I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will) I do what I can to get you off (I will)

Peter had gotten her on the sink, legs spread and her thong stuffed in one of his pockets as he began to rock into her. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt Peter hike up her leg on him higher, sending him into deeper territory and brushing up against her G-spot as he began to rub her clit in time with his rocking.

"P-Peter", she slurred, eyes beginning to water from pleasure.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so good", Peter groaned as he gripped the sink below her.

His thrusts becoming rougher as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Might just fuck him with my makeup on (I will) Eat it like I need an apron on (yeah, ay) Eat it 'til I need to change my thong (yeah, ay) We could do it to your favorite song (yeah, ay)

Her makeup was ruined, she was sure of it from the amount of kissing, sweat and tears. Y/N shivered as Peter bite down on a part of her neck, making her clench around her even tighter and causing him to let out more groans of pleasure, his hips slapping into her even rougher.

The sound of skin slapping skin rung in bathroom, echoing off the walls as she brought Peter's face back to her own, smashing their lips together as she squealed when her second orgasm hit her, her legs shaking and back arching.

You're exciting, boy, come find me Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me" Fuck that feeling both us fighting Could he try me? (Yeah) mmm, most likely

She had pushed Peter onto one of the toilets in the bathroom, his dick red and leaking when she had straddled him before sinking down onto him. Y/N shivered as she felt Peter stretching her out again and she knew she was going to be feeling him the next day as she moaned and threw her head back at the delicious stretch his cock gave her cunt again.

Peter gripped her hips before grabbing her ass and smacking it, she pulled her face towards his, connecting their lips as she begun to rock her hips.

Oh, wait, you a fan of the magic? Poof, pussy like an Alakazam (yeah) I heard from a friend of a friend That that dick was a ten out of ten

She could someone knocking on the door, but she could care less right with Peter buried so deep inside her as his hands that gripped her hips so tightly began to help rock her.

Baby, I need to know, mmm

With a groan, Y/N felt her head pounding as an alarm was ringing; she buried her face in her pill-- wait, her pillow was normally soft, not firm and warm.

"Sorry, I forgot to turn that off", someone said in a rough voice.

Opening her eyes quickly, Y/N quickly found that she hadn't made it to her room; the events of last night quickly rushing back to her as she remembered everything.

Looking up, she saw that was indeed in Peter's bed, he was shirtless and his muscles bulging as he reached across to turn off his phone alarm. She could remember now stumbling back to Peter's room for round whatever, she could not remember how many times they had already had sex before they made it to his room.

It was then that she realized she must be back at his fraternity and she groaned inwardly.

But she remember she was lucky she was consistent with her birth control now that she thought about it with the amount of times she let Peter cum in her last night.

Rubbing her eyes as she sat up, Y/N contemplated her life decisions and her mind beginning to try and form some kind of plan of doing the walk of shame when Peter plopped down back into the bed.

"You wanna go get breakfast?"

[thecameronchronicles]

Mosaic

TW: Toxic!Rafe. Toxic!Reader. Toxic and manipulative relationship. Degrading language. Language. Smut. Choking. Spanking. Anal sex.

SUMMARY: Your decision to try and make Rafe jealous with Topper has crossed a line your boyfriend won't soon forget. 

WORD COUNT: 3000

REQUESTED

Dark!reader and Dark!Rafe being toxic maybe she flirts with Top to make him jealous 

Mosaic

College was supposed to be the time in which you found yourself. But the only thing you managed to find yourself in was a severely toxic relationship with Rafe fucking Cameron. Six months ago, you would have laughed at the girls who gladly surrendered whatever remaining dignity they had just for a chance at one night with him. Hell, one hour. But a few sweet conversations, one nice date, and countless orgasms later, and you became one of those same girls. 

Your heart fell between your thighs and pulsated there with the promise of his focus. However long it would be. And yet it had always begun the same. Some fraternity party with inflamed egos and enough girls at their disposal to make up a parade. And you loathed how watching him flirt with them was always fruitful. Nothing more than his backwards cap and a few compliments and his fingers were already on her hip. His eyes well aware you read this from afar. The tip of his digits you'd kissed not even the night before were now sourcing some girl's pants in the kitchen of his fraternity house. And you hated just how wet it made you. 

But the only thing you were more than wet was angry. Frustrated with how effortless he had women at his disposal. Even if you understood why as he had been given your undeserved forgiveness with those very fingers in the times you'd threatened to leave him. But within seconds, you were purring for him like the bitch you were. Knowing the pain was well worth it for the pleasure. 

"Why the long face-oh…" Top asked as he emerged from the steps you'd leaned against while in disbelief to the sight. 

"So are you guys…together?" You turned to answer Topper before realizing he was nervous. Confident and collected Topper Thornton was not so subtly asking you if you were available. Handsome enough to get a rise out of Rafe, also assisting in the fact he was a fellow fraternity brother, you devised a plan for your boyfriend to understand how sour a taste jealousy was. Because up until now, you never gave him much of a reason to worry. You were swallowed by the effect of Rafe. That intoxicating presence and voice-those fingers, his cock-

"Do you wanna play beer pong?"

"Um…yeah…su-sure…" You smiled at how pliable Topper was for your attention. Able to bend in either direction solely to your will. 

This was going to be fun…

You aligned yourself on the south side of the table, watching as the guys across filled your cups. 

"Did you give us another lightweight, Thornton?"

You cocked a brow, pulling an extra beer from behind you before pouring your own shot of whiskey, consuming it down in a series of gulps. 

"Now you have a chance." Even though you meant this towards your opponents, the side glance offered towards Topper made your intentions known. 

The first ball struck the far left cup, a satisfying pop made as your opponent drank your cup. One would then land in front of Topper as he drank and then missed his own shot. Hits and misses continued as you took small moments once noticing Rafe's eyes were set onto you. That same girl still under his arm, but his interest in her dwindling back to you. 

"Here…" You turned towards Topper, fingers gingerly wrapped around his hand as you brought the ball to your lips, pressing your gloss into the sphere. 

"For good luck…" You seduced the words themselves as he swallowed hard. His eyes plagued to wonder how your lips felt. And not only to his mouth. 

"Yes!" He exclaimed, wrapping you in his arms as you charmed the final ball to win the game. 

"Beginner's luck…"

"She's no beginner…" Rafe interjected from the sidelines, your eyes falling immediately to his expression. Those lustful eyes appreciating your curves hidden poorly beneath a skintight dress. 

"She's a liar…"

"Learned from the best, Cameron." He cocked his jaw as you wrapped your fingers between Topper's. 

"Want to dance?" You asked, pressed against him as his eyes flashed to Rafe, whose jaw was clenched enough to threaten to crack his teeth. But your two fingers to Top's jaw redirected him to you. 

"We both know he couldn't keep up." This was reason enough for Topper to choose you as you led him to the backyard where the dancing was in full effect. Sza playing with bass shaking the floor as you ground into Topper. His hands gluttonous to your hips as you could feel him develop against your tailbone. 

"Hey Top?" 

"Yeah?" He asked as you now faced him, hands over his shoulders and neck as your eyes feigned focus to him as you noted how Rafe was enraged. 

"When are you gonna kiss me?" 

"Now…" He pressed his lips to yours and you were able to forget about Rafe. Long enough to bask in a new set of hands adorning your hips. Even from the first moment with Rafe, he was angered, masking this behind passion. But you knew better. That was lust. Pure. Selfish. And this with Topper was careful desire. It burned the same, but not quite as deep. But it was enough to get your point across. And it wasn't as if you were suffering. 

"Get your fucking hands off my girlfriend-" Rafe charged at Topper as you were forced apart. But you stood between them, hands on both of their chests. 

"Seems to me you don't know how to hold on to her, man-"

"You couldn't handle her. Wouldn't last five seconds with her riding you…from behind, she's fucking greedy…and on her knees…" 

"Don't talk about her like that-" Topper moved to defend you but you couldn't help but feel pride in how Rafe spoke of you. The crowd amassed around you only fueling this fantasy of Rafe defending you. 

"She fucking loves it. Makes her little panties nice and wet…" he spoke at you as you cocked a hip, a hand finding purchase in that new bend. 

"IF she's even wearing any…" He knew you well. Too well. It was as annoying as it was intoxicating. "Better yet, Top. Ask her why. She didn't come here wearing nothing for you to find that out." 

You loathed how he always knew. Your games, he seemed to make the rules. Your rules, he broke them without recourse. And you let him. Just like you always would. 

"You don't own me, Rafe. Made that clear with your knuckles in some other bitch not even half an hour ago." By now, Topper no longer cared to defend you, realizing you did enjoy this. It showed in the way your chest heaved and your lips parted, your eyes widening when they should be narrowing in how he spoke against you. 

"Every part of you is mine. Not an inch that hasn't been touched…" He smirked. "Every. Inch…" You blushed, aware this was the truth. Before him, you were rather inexperienced. A few lovers that were nothing but stepping stones to the Everest he ascended you to. Positions and angles you thought were impossible, sensations that were indescribable. Yet, he brought them to you in every exchange. Even those fueled by hatred and anger. Especially those…

"Speaking of inches…" You held out your hands to show a depiction of his size. Although lying, made it appear as if he was below average. A pity fuck you offered out of guilt and obligation. 

"Not even worth the five minutes…"

"Such a little bitch, not worth the attitude." He looked around at the crowd. "Little warning to anyone who tries to fuck her…she likes it when you choke her a bit from the front but slap her from behind. Might even cry if you say you love her. You don't even have to mean it…" 

This was too far. No amount of dirty words or sultry apologies would fix that. Tears in your eyes and you were marching somewhere in solitude. A door closed just as quickly as it opened again, your body unable to find rest for even a second before your name was sounded before you. The slam shaking the rest of the house. 

"I'm not joking, Rafe, get out!"

"You and I both know that I could have you on your knees…You love being degraded…because you're my little-" he stood over you, a hand to your cheek, believing it would work as it always had. 

But not this time. 

"No! You can fuck with me. You can fuck me, but saying that about love-" he paused, rolling his eyes. 

"You know it's all part of this…we rile each other up-'"

"You think there's only you here? But Topper's fingers felt so good against me-"

"Stop it."

"So you get to touch someone else? But I can't be touched?!" You stood, finger against his chest. 

"You don't like the idea? Someone else fucking me? Their fingers…their mouths? Maybe more than one…you have some hot friends…ones that would treat me better too…last longer-it" He suddenly lunged at you, your face in his hands. 

"You know I love you, but you wanna play games that I'll always win…You want to try to embarrass me and I'll make your ass as red as your cheeks when I have my say-"

"You-" He took hold of your jaw. 

"As far as fucking you…You can try, baby…but we both know you'll be thinking of me. Every depraved way you've come for me…how I can make you just by…" He was teasing your nipples, the thin dress making this possible. 

"Doing this…" 

"Stop it…" You spoke with every attempt to be confident but every one of his motions making this nearly impossible. 

"You're cruel-"

"And hard-" He pushed you towards the back of the bed. 

"You're an asshole."

"And you love me…" 

"Who's more fucked up between us then, baby? Hmm?" By now, his entire hand was over your breast as he pulled the fabric low enough to gain access. 

"But you pull shit like that again and you can go fuck yourself…." 

You clenched your jaw. 

"Fuck me yourself, you coward!" You spat as he pushed you onto the bed. Your dress scrunched at your hips as he pulled you to the edge. Two fingers threatened to enter you as you kicked his hand away. 

"You don't get to touch me after you touched some other bitch." He lowered over you, pinning you down and forcing those fingers inside. Your head pulled back and your lips parted with a wince for how rough he had been as you gasped. 

"I am going to touch you whenever I want. However I want. And you're gonna come for me like you always do. Because you're such a fucking whore for my fingers." He tightened his grip on the back of your head. 

"Let's be honest, baby, you're just a whore for all of me, yeah?" When you didn't respond, he altered his focus. The fingers remained but he released your hair, undressing himself instead. Your eyes opened at the moment he came to view. 

"Stop fucking staring and do something about this…it's your fucking fault…" 

"Why dont you have her do it?" You spat, pulsating for him as he pulled you to the edge. 

"Because she doesn't cry as pretty. Now open that dirty little mouth…" He forced your jaw apart with a thumb between your lips, but you nipped at the pad of his finger. 

"I have no problem finishing in your tight little ass…wouldn't be the first time…" 

"I wanted you to enjoy this…even though you don't fucking deserve it. Because I love you…but your pushing every fucking button. Now open or you don't get to come at all." 

"Slow!" He shot as you took him to the extension of your throat. Your eyes softened to the pleasure read across his face. Such strong features strained because of you. Your tongue. Your throat. Your suction. Every bit making him nearly manic as he guided you as he pleased. Your well-being forgotten and replaced with his selfish need to release. 

"Too much for you baby?" You grunted and took him faster. 

"Slow the fuck down. I'm not coming down your throat. You're gonna convince me you deserve to come. Work for it." His eyes rolled to the way you took him now. Love behind such convictions as a mask for the way you hated him. You hated him with a passion. A passion that pooled between your legs. 

"That's my girl…my dirty girl…" he moaned. 

"Yeah…yeah, just like that…" his dominance faded into consolation of his cruelty. His grip sporadic in strength and fault before he was riding into your sore throat with his need to come. 

"Fuck…" But just as he tightened, the ache deep enough to make him groan as he withdrew from you, you were taken to the bed. Your dress forced from your body as you were set ass first. 

"Lay on your side." 

"I-"

"One fucking word and I'll go fuck her instead. And it will be your fault for not listening. Only have yourself to blame sweetheart." You obliged, out of pure desperation. 

He directed your ass apart, but only to tease your folds with his cock. 

"You're gonna be so fucking sore. And you're gonna thank me for it if you know what's good for you-" He thrust. One single thrust that bottomed out immediately. Your close leg pulled until it tested over his back as the either one craned around his hip. 

"I said you could say a word…but I want you to beg for it. Remind me why I put up with your bullshit…" 

"Rafe!" His hand came around your throat as he bent you against yourself. Your knee against your chest. 

"Fuck!" He grunted before lying behind you, reinserting himself from this angle-or so you thought. 

"Look at it." He guided your head down. "You make me so fucking hard so you're gonna do what's necessary to help me…" He used your thighs to thrust himself between. 

"Play with it…" You cupped your hand over his head, brushing your thumb over the weeping tip. 

"It's crying for you, baby…so fucking sad you think you have a choice to be with someone else…but it's always gonna be my cock you want, yeah?" 

"Rafe-" he choked you again. This time, his hand to your clit in accompaniment. Your leg pulled over his knee as his forearm pinned it in place. 

"Think Topper would know how you need it? Both know he'd try…but he couldn't even get you close…" 

"Rafe…" You mewled, his fingers making you manic. your body tightening as he allowed you the first tremors. That orgasm on reach before he halted. 

"Now me." He thrust into you again, murderous paces making you whimper before he focused on you again. Repeating this process for hours. Long after the final beer downstairs had been consumed as you had been drunk on the depravity of each other. Sweat and ache coexisted between you as he pulled you into a slight fold. Your fingers eating into the mattress were pinned by his just as your hips had been by one of his legs. His cock imprinting his abundance as he spoke a mix of cruel compromise into your ear and neck. A dominant hand visiting your clit and nipple until you were a shaking mess between his muscles. 

"You think you should get to come after your games? You don't fuck with me…you get fucked by me. Only me." He forced your jaw to face him, pushing your hips into the bed as he spoke. 

"I want to hear it. Your mine." When you didn't respond, he hit your ass. Twice. The second time harder than the first as you groaned. 

"Ahhh! Raaaafe!"

"Tell me and you get to come." You knew it was a layered act of submission. It didn't just mean you could come. It meant you forgave him enough to let him. You knew he would follow behind you. You knew he'd tell you it was your fault. You knew it meant a repeat of those tears and that pain. But also this pleasure. This pleasure you couldn't find and didn't twang in anyone else. 

So you granted yourself that self-deprecation. 

"I'm all fucking yours…"

"Yeah? Then come all over the cock that's yours." He set his lips to your ear. 

"Because I can touch someone else…but only you make me come. Only you get my cock. Only you get to hear that I love you." His words were as sweet as expected while you found him pounding his final thrusts into you. 

"I love you…I-" he winced, his grip unapologetically sharp as it bruised your skin and the final snap of his hips granted you that release that brought that undeserved forgiveness yet again. Stars behind your eyes and an ache between your thighs. 

"Now for this ass…" he hit hard as you gasped. 

"Rafe-"

"You thought we were done baby? I thought you were smarter than that." He parted your legs again, only now to lift the head of his cock to that second hole. 

"You still have to pay for your little games." And with one cruel thrust he was inside of you again, pain and pleasure walking hand in hand yet again. 

Every broken piece of Rafe finding your own shattered construction that somehow came together into some beautiful portrait. A picture nobody else understood. But nobody else had to. It was beautiful to you. Beautifully broken. Chaotic. But yours all the same. 

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—Insufferable

frat!jake seresin x f!reader

summary: the one where ace (not so subtly) ogles jake in public.

wc: 974

warning(s): 18+, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname ace), shirtless boys and an innuendo

catch up with jake and ace here!

a/n: here's a little pre!relationship jake and ace that nobody asked for. i wasn't going to post this at first, but decided to since it's been a minute

<3 dedicated to @blue-aconite who read it first and is the reason i continue writing these stories

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“This counts as kidnapping, you know.” 

Natasha sends you a coy grin from beside you. “It’s not kidnapping if you came with me willingly.” 

“Because you told me we were going to the thrift store! Not the boys’ stupid car wash thing,” you huff like a child in the passenger’s seat with your arms crossed over your chest and everything. 

“It’s not stupid. It’s for charity.” Nat shrugs. 

“Which charity is that again?” You roll your eyes. 

“I… don’t remember. But Javy invited us and we like Javy, right?” 

“I guess,” you grumble. 

It’s her turn to roll her eyes at your antics as she pulls into the lower campus parking lot. Natasha follows the poorly designed signs into the wash line. “That’s the spirit, Ace,” she pinches your cheek playfully, making you swat at her hand. 

You continue to complain about all the other ways you could’ve been spending your Saturday while Natasha ignores you by turning up the radio. Between her rendition of Faith Hill’s This Kiss and your thirty second power nap, a knock at your window makes your heart jump and your eyes open wide. 

Putting down your window, you’re met with a shirtless Javy Machado who’s wearing the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. “Hey! You made it!” 

It was hard not to smile at his genuine excitement of seeing you both. “Against my will,” you say despite the growing amusement on your features. “Nat told me she was taking me to lunch and thrifting. She left out the part of the car wash between those two activities.” 

Javy plants his hands on his hips. “At least you got some free lunch,” he pauses before looking over your shoulder at Natasha. “Right?” 

You ramble on about how Nat owes you more than just lunch after the stunt she’s pulled, not noticing the flustered look on your best friend’s face as she unabashedly admires Javy from the driver’s seat. 

Neither Javy nor Natasha pay attention to your words as they get caught in one another’s gaze. 

It’s only when Bradley, also shirtless, walks up to the car and claps Javy on the back that the two of them snap out of their little stupor. 

“I’m surprised to see you here, Ace. I thought you said these fraternity events were a load of baloney.” Bradley slides his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose so you could see the amused look in his eyes. 

“Again, I was kidnapped,” you raise your brows at him. 

“I did not kidnap you!” Natasha chides. 

Ignoring her remark, you eye Javy and Bradley with a wrinkle of your nose. “If I  didn’t know better, I would’ve thought this was for the Boys Without Clothes charity.” 

“Haha,” Bradley laughs dryly. Spotting his friend who’s finishing up with the car in front of you, he cups his hands over his mouth with a sly grin. “Hey, Jake! Look who it is!” 

The mention of Jake Seresin makes your heart rate increase and your cheeks warm up. It’s not like you didn’t know he was going to be here, of course he was, he was in this fraternity. You just didn’t think you’d have to acknowledge him at all. With all his flaunting and showboating, you would have thought he would be too busy to stop and say hi to you and Natasha, yet here he was making his way over to her car with that overconfident smirk on his face. 

Just like his buddies, he is also shirtless and proud. The sight of him irks you, pulling an immediate scowl on your lips. However, you can’t deny that he looked good. His skin, sheened with sweat, defined the figure that he clearly worked hard to take care of. He was a sight to be looked at and he knew it. You hated that you knew it too. 

“See something you like, sweetheart?” 

That cocky, Texas drawl sets the tips of your ears on fire. You flit your gaze up and, just as you suspected, he was standing with that bothersome smile on his face. You tear your eyes away from him in favor of looking up to the sky. “In your dreams, Seresin.” 

“Only every night,” he winks. 

Your mouth falls slack at his words and you hate that your brain chose this moment to short circuit. With a huff of annoyance, you go back to crossing your arms across your chest and falling back against your seat. “You are insufferable.” 

Jake bites back quickly. “Insufferable. That’s a new one.” 

Your attention has been so attuned to Jake that you didn’t realize the other boys have already started on Natasha’s car. 

He leans his arm against the top of the car door and lowers himself so he is eye to eye with you. You freeze, suddenly feeling hyper aware of his presence. Even with the sweat covering his body he still smelled like cologne and the mint chewing gum he carries around in his pocket. There’s barely an inch of space amongst you as he takes his lower lip between his teeth. “At least it’s better than the other things you like to call me.” 

“Oh, get a room, you two.” Natasha’s voice pulls you from Jake’s trance. 

Jake laughs, pushing off the car to grab a sponge from the bucket behind him. “Close your window, Ace. I don’t want you getting all wet.” 

You barely move, fuming with irritation and another feeling you can’t quite place that forms in the pit of your stomach. Nat rolls your window up as she guffaws at your stunned expression. 

“Close your mouth too. You’re gonna catch flies.” 

You whip around to look at Natasha who is clutching her stomach from her silent fits of laughter. 

Covering your face with your hands, you slouch lower into your seat. “Shut up, Nat.” 

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Stay With Me | Draco Malfoy

A/N: This is going to be a part of 300 followers celebration—I’ll make a post about that later. Recently, got back into my HP phase after finally finishing the Deathly Hallows. I’m really proud of this one yall. Hope you guys enjoy!!!

Summary: On the train ride to Hogwarts, Draco shares a compartment with you.

Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy x gender neutral!reader

Warning(s): Mentions of hate

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You stomped through the train, ignoring weird looks thrown at you by fellow students and the cry of your name that fell from a friend's mouth. You were catching up with one another, sharing excitement about returning to Hogwarts when the conversation took a detour to exchanging stories about home. Immediately, your mood turned sour when they all talked about their family and the oh-so-lovely trips they took. It only reminded you of your situation with your parents and so you muttered a weak excuse to your friends and left to find an empty compartment in the efforts to seclude yourself and hopefully raise your mood with a bit of silence.

But, as you walked further down the train, your mood didn't show any signs of getting better and instead you grew annoyed and frustrated. As you neared the last few compartments available for students in the train, you silently hoped that Merlin would hear your prayers and grant you what you wanted. Though, as the last compartment finally comes to your view, you didn't know if the great wizard was incredibly kind or terribly cruel.

Inside the compartment was only one person but it wasn't just any person. With his slicked back platinum blonde hair and an all black, no doubt expensive, attire just about anyone could guess that it was the one and only, Draco Malfoy. With his head turned to the window, looking at the green field that was passing by, you thought you could walk away unnoticed, but of course, you somehow tripped on your own feet and before it was too late, you grasped at both side of the train which produced quite a bit of noise.

Inside, Draco's body shook in surprise and instinctively, he reached inside his coat for his wand and aimed it at his supposed attacker, wide eyes like a madman. When he realized it was only you, his expression turned to disdain and his wand returned to its previous place. Draco stood up from his seat and although your mind was screaming at you to move, you stuck to your place and watched him slide opened the compartment door.

"What are you doing here?"

"Nothing. I was just walking. My legs were getting stiff."

He scoffed. "You're a terrible liar. Perhaps you were getting tired of that group of people you called 'friends'"

You narrowed your eyes at him, offended by his assumption. "Are you sure you're not talking about yourself, Malfoy? I don't see Crabbe and Goyle anywhere near you, nor Blaise."

You had a weird relationship with Draco Malfoy—if you could even call it that. As the son of one of the most distuingished pureblood and anti-muggle family, one would never think that he would fraternize himself with you, a Halfblood. But, it wasn't until your fourth year, when the Triwizard tournament was held in Hogwarts, that you and Draco really starts noticing each other. It wasn't intentional, in fact, it was even a little bit forced. The two of you were paired together in Astronomy class for an assignment that lasted for the entirety of the term. Both you and Draco voiced your disagreement in the pairing very loudly but when the professor threatened to take house points from each of you, the two of you begrudgingly kept quiet—though it didn't stop Draco from muttering under his breath about his disdain of being paired with the likes of you and how his father is going to hear about this.

After many fights, arguments, threats and spells casted at each other, you and Draco finally put your differences aside and decided to focus on the assignment at once. The two of you would try to meet up at the Astronomy tower, straight to the point in the hopes of spending less time with each other. The longer you spend time with him though, the more you start to notice things about him. Despite his reputation as a notorious bully, Draco Malfoy was well versed in his studies—spotting constellations far easier than you and you would also catch him with his nose in books that are often times more advanced whilst waiting for you. Sometimes you wonder if he wasn't such a Muggle hater then you would probably like to befriend him.

And you did, in a way. You would sometimes bring treats to your meetings: candies, chocolate frogs, whatever you can get your hands on. You noticed he would always choose the same thing from your basket and you made a mental note to have that if you can—though, you stop asking why you even bother doing so. It seemed that he noticed your subtle act of kindness because one night he said something to you that you thought would never hear coming from him, a thank you. Ever since, you and Draco become acquainted with each other in secret, neither friends or enemies.

"Well, are you just going to stand there and trip over your own feet again?" Draco suddenly asked, already back in his seat.

You didn't know if he was trying to invite you in or trying to get you to leave. It was difficult to guess with him.

"Do you want to come in or not?" He asked again.

"Do you want me too?"

It was a bold question to ask, but it seemed it was the right one to ask.

Draco stiffened, his back straight, though his face was no longer facing you and instead to the window. When he spoke, his voice wasn't as firm and confident as before. It lacked hostility, and was almost small and quiet.

"I don't mind if you do."

You looked to your surrounding, making sure there was no one else around before joining Draco inside. You slid the door close and hesitantly, sat across from him, your knees almost grazing each other. If you were to guess, you would say Draco was tense, almost nervous even, though you wonder why. You've been in close proximity before, countless nights spent underneath the stars at the Astronomy tower—though, in reality, it wasn't as romantic as it sounded. Perhaps he was cautious, scared that a student would find them together and spread rumors about him with a Halfblood together, alone, at the furthest compartment in the train. But, then, you remembered something that you read on the Daily Prophet.

"I'm sorry about your father, Draco."

He was as stiff as a stone now. "Are you? I'm sure you Muggles are glad that my Death Eater father is in Azkaban."

A part of you wanted to say yes, but you surpressed that feeling. "He's still your father, Draco. I'm allowed to express compassion regardless of your father's allegiance."

He turned to you, eyes angry. "I don't need your compassion! Neither does my father! You're... you're a—"

"I'm a what, Draco? A dirty Mudblood? A lowly being compared to you Purebloods? Is that what you're going to say?" You scoffed, shaking your head. "Can't say I haven't heard that before."

It seemed like you struck a nerve. Draco's shoulder slumped, his hands on top of his thigh was no longer fisted. He looked at you, a soft expression on his face.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking," He mumbled.

"It's alright," You muttered.

The air was uncomfortable around you. It was almost suffocating, but neither of you made a move to leave. You secretly sneak a glance to him out of the corner of your eyes. Somehow he looked older than he was last year, a lot older, and his clothes only strenghten his matureness. But, despite that, he was still a teenager, a child, burdened by the expectation of his parents, and with the wake of You-Know-Who, you couldn't even imagine how he was handling it all, maybe he wasn't.

You reached inside your pocket where a lone Chocolate Frog reside. It wouldn't be his first choice of sweets but you figure it was better than nothing. Wordlessly, you threw it at him and it landed on his lap. He frowned at the candy, then at you, wondering why you offered him another act of kindness when he just yelled at you only a few minutes prior. You merely shrugged, looking at his light grey eyes.

"Don't want it to go to waste."

Draco twirled the pentagon shaped box in his hands, staring at it with an unrecognizable look that you couldn't decipher. Not long after, he spoke, breaking the silence.

"I watched you once. In our fourth year, after we got paired together. I was passing down the corridor and heard the choir practicing for when the Durmstrang and the Beauxbatons arrive. I saw you singing. You were in the middle row. You were smiling really wide and you looked really happy."

Draco carried on, still twirling the Chocolate Frog in his fingers.

"I also wanted to ask you to the Yule Ball, but I was a coward. I cared too much about what other people would say, my father and mother. So, instead, I asked Pansy Parkinson despite how insuferable she was." He shook his head at the thought of his date, then he took a deep breath. "I couldn't keep my eyes away from you for the entire night. I just—i just stared at you from afar."

"Draco, I—"

He interrupted you. "I enjoy our time together. I enjoy your company. Even though, I wasn't the most kindest person, for whatever reason, you still chose to tolerate me. It might sound like a lie or a cliche but with you, i'm at ease with myself. I don't have to worry about my parents' expectation or anything else. I could just be myself."

"Why are you telling me all of these now?" You asked, voice barely a whisper.

Draco paused. He seemed to be thinking of the right words to say.

"I just thought you should know." In case something terrible happened to him and his parents.

Your heart was beating inside your chest. You didn't have the faintest of clue on how to respond to his revelation, his truth. You were overwhelmed by it all. For the past two years, this was how he felt towards you. You had so much you wanted to say but at the same time, nothing would come out of your lips. You and Draco just stared at each other, tension held high, and him waiting for you to utter even a single word.

You uncrossed your arms, and leaned forward. Your barely touching knees was now interlocking with Draco's—the closest you have been with each other. You took the chocolate he had no intention of eating from his slender fingers and set it aside, replacing it with your own fingers. It was a sight you never thought would see, yours and Draco's finger intertwined. It just seemed crazy, impossible, ludicrous even to be thinking that this could happened between you. 

He no longer dare to gaze into you eyes, instead he avert his gaze to both of your hands. Like you, he was also leaning forward and with his free hand, he held your tangled hands, brushing his fingers against your knuckles before holding it tight and leaning his forehead on your hands, fearing you would disappear into thin air. This could probably be his only and last opportunity to be with you. He didn't how his future would laid out, so he was going to savor this moment for as long as he could.

You never seen him this vulnerable before and you could only wonder what has happened in his life to make him act this way. It was like he was trying to keep you there by the way he was squeezing your hand.

"Draco." You called his name, gentler than ever. "Draco, please look at me."

He slowly lifted his head, his grey eyes piercing into yours. Your heart broke at the sight of him, sad and broken.

"Draco, I'm here if you need me. Whatever it is you're going through, call me and I'm there."

He shook his head, fearful. "No, no, you can't. I can't. I won't let you."

"Draco, please—"

"I can't risk you too. My parents, they—not you too. They can't know about you."

"I want to help you. Merlin's beard, Draco, you're suffering. Let me help you. Maybe we can find a way for you and your family, or someone that can help."

"If you really want to help, then just stay here." He looked at you with such intensity, practically begging. "Stay here with me until we get to Hogwarts."

You unclasped your hand and for a moment, Draco feared you would say no and leave him. Instead, he felt your hand cupping his jaw. At first, he stiffened at the touch but then he leaned into your hand, savouring the feel of your fingers caressing his cheek.

"Alright." You nodded. "I'll stay with you, Draco."

Sometime during the train ride, you moved to sit beside Draco. Both of your hands practically glued together, neither of you wanting to let go. You leaned your head on his shoulder and Draco's on top of yours. The feeling of your body next to his was almost soothing, calming down the fear and anxiousness that resided in him but with every distance the train covered, he began to dread the moment where he would have to leave you and perform the task that was given to him. But until then, Draco thought, his mind would only focus on you and you alone.

[wyniepooh]

Warmth

With aaron, you find warmth in even the coldest moments.

Pure fluff. Established relationship, FORBIDDEN love with bau!reader. Team is investigating a case in 🇨🇦 OH CANADA 🇨🇦 where it’s freezing, just reader and aaron sneaking around and being cute.

You were going to cross Canada off your travel list the minute you got home.

The crime scene was located at the base of one of the most popular mountains in the country. A total tourist nightmare located in a rather small town. Luckily for the team, the heavy snow plaguing the week prevented too many people from visiting the attraction. Unluckily for you guys, the thick snow also meant that no vehicles were able to travel on the small road, all due to the risk of getting stuck or breaking down and blocking the already complex road.

The team, along with a couple local police officers, had been walking for no more than ten minutes. But your lack of winter boots mixed with the harsh wind threatening to blow off your ears made it seem like you had been walking for hours.

That, and combined with your slightly weak stamina, left you trailing behind the rest of the team.

Having to lift your heavy legs with more strength than you currently possessed and having to fight against a million tiny snowflakes, you were beginning to sway and stumble. You brought your hands up to your mouth, huffing a long breath of warm air onto your frozen fingers.

“Cold?”

You perked up at the voice, rolling your eyes at aaron’s teasing expression.

“Absolutely freezing,” you answered. He looked down at his feet and chuckled at your response, but his smile slowly began to fade at the sight of your chattering teeth and shaking arms.

You silently cursed at having only brought your thin, pocketless jacket, as your only option to being somewhat warm was to pull the sleeves down as far as it could go to cover your hands.

So concentrated with your doomed task, you failed to noticed that aaron, who had been in front of the group at the beginning of the hike, had slowed down and was now in the back of the pack, with you.

“Here.”

You didn’t have time to register his words. Or rather, the cold had an effect on your reaction time. But it didn’t matter— all that mattered, and all that you felt, was his warm hand reaching down to grab yours, promptly stuffing your interwined hands into his coat’s pocket. You gasped lightly, both at the sudden action and at the immediate relief you felt in your half-frozen hand.

“aaron…” you whispered. You pointed your chin at the rest of the team walking in front, giving him a look of wariness as you tried to pull your hand back. In response, aaron simply pulled your entire body closer by tugging on your captured arm, his large palm further encapsulating your hand as he rubbed gentle circles with his thumb.

“It’s alright,” he hushed.

You huffed, “They’re going to see-“

“It’s alright.”

He looked down at you with raised brows, eyes soft and smile wide. You sighed as you shook your head, happily accepting your fate. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his red nose and ears, and at the absurdity of this whole situation.

For a brief moment, you and aaron weren’t walking towards a gruesome crime scene. You weren’t coworkers with a strict fraternization policy, and you weren’t secretly holding hands to avoid unwanted scrutiny. You two weren’t anything important, anything or anyone important at all.

You were just two people taking a scroll, hearts filled, hands warm, and cloudy breaths mingling together under the falling snow.

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A/n: I mainly wanted to write this bc:

#1 I am obsessed with the idea of bau!reader secretly dating hotch and having to subtly show their affection

#2 bc I could not be more excited for winter and the holidays, and last but not least

#3 #canadianpridebaby

[nexility-sims]

𝐍𝐎. 𝟓   ❛ 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 ❜   |   NAKAWE SACRARIUM, DEC. 1990

❧  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬  /  𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.

❛ It seemed easier to worry about the responsibility. Arnaut’s life as crown prince had not formally begun, and it wouldn’t until the mourning period ended. Yet, he grasped its weight as soon as Safya’s body was sealed away. He wanted to be crushed by it, with hope that it would somehow distract from the fraternal pain of loss. He had learned alongside Safya out of obligation but absorbed only a fraction of what she did. There was disinterest and laziness. There was also the inability to imagine a world where he needed to do her job. She would never need him to take meetings or parse policy for her. His flimsy mastery of statecraft, his failure to remember details, his penchant for wandering into mischief … It was all unimportant. What she needed was someone who understood. In public, Safya maintained a brave face. She weathered criticism well, whether from the media or her mother. Their relationship was where she exhaled. Even once an ocean separated them, Arnaut knew it was his responsibility to give her that. He remembered quickly, almost immediately, that his inheritance was inseparable from her absence—that what he had given Safya died with her and that he would be, for the first time, alone.

❧ thank you @/trentonsimblr and @/ardeney-sims for letting blanca visit your countries askdfj anyway, i've been excited about this scene ... what do they say? hurt people hurt people? yeah. also everyone is contractually obligated to ignore the lil mistake that i did not notice until everything was done and queued djdhfj

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↓

[B] I have a show in Aducia in two months, then onto Trenton.

[A] You’re joking. [B] Why would I be? [A] It doesn’t make sense.

[A] How can you just leave us? [B] Did you think I was staying? Come on. [A] Running away, now of all times?

[B] Don’t you dare. Your responsibility is your problem, not mine.

[A] It’s a family problem, Blanca. Extraordinary. Everyone has to change. You’re still part of the family, aren’t you? [B] That’s not fair. You don’t get to lecture—

[A] I do! The family needs you, and you’re never here. It’s time.

[A] Mama may let you come and go, but that doesn’t mean it’s right. You have to know that.

[B] You weren’t here either. Don’t tell me you didn’t feel guilty. [A] It’s not the same. It wasn’t a choice the way— [B] It is. We both made choices, and I won’t feel bad about any of mine just because you have regrets now. [A] No, I don’t— [B] Why argue, then? You didn’t want this. I know you didn’t! You’re not ready for it. Everyone knows. The whole country knows. They’re more forgiving of walking away than getting sent off.

[A] Stop. It’s that … Look, I need you. That’s it. [B] This is how you show it? Persuasive.

[A] She’s gone, and no one can replace her, but … If I have to be here instead, then I need someone who gets it—gets me. [B] Papa? Martin, Sebastian— [A] Seriously? You’re the spare now, Blanca. You should be.

[A] But, you run away from anything difficult. You ran away from your own children—! Safya’s gone … I have to do her work, so I guess they’ll be my responsibility, too. Consequences you leave for other people to clean up are still consequences. They catch up to you eventually.

[A] I shouldn’t have said that. [B] You made your point. [A] I’m sorry.

[A] Blanca …

[B] Let me go. You’re being cruel, and I know you aren’t cruel, so I’m going to forget we had this conversation. You should, too.

[dr-futbol-blog]

Critical Mass, Pt. 3

Around 2 hours and 40 minutes later, we find McKay at his working station on the control platform. He is engaged in compressing the data that they are scheduled to send to Earth, and if we recall what he told us in Letters from Pegasus (S01E17), he had devised an exceptionally efficient way to do that. This is to say that there is a minimum of two hours between the scenes, Sheppard and McKay going off together and finding McKay working here, now. Unbeknownst to them, an explosion is now set to go off when they dial Earth as arranged by the Goa'uld-infiltrated shadow organization called the Trust.

Weir: Are we set to dial? McKay: Almost. Just finishing data compression. Weir: Stand by. Chuck: Standing by.

McKay is working side by side with the young Canadian gate technician, and let us just point out that with his sideburns and wearing a black t-shirt here, he could well pass as the teenage son of McKay and Sheppard. The reason why we might find him wearing a t-shirt when by Weir's attire it is really not that warm at the moment may be to bridge McKay and Sheppard's previous scene (where Sheppard had his jacket and tac vest open, seemingly ready to come off) and their next scene, where we find Sheppard wearing only a black t-shirt. What we do know for certain is that Sheppard had stripped off (at least) his jacket and tac vest between the scenes.

McKay: Data compression's complete. We're good to go. Weir: Alright, then. Dial the gate. Chuck: Yes, ma'am. McKay: STOP!!

So, the thing to note here is that there is nothing on McKay's screen after he sends the compressed data off. There is nothing going on in his screen until he starts receiving a message from the Daedalus, an eleventh hour warning not to dial Earth. What is further, he does not even seem to be looking at the screen until he starts receiving the message, looking pensively down and to the side (accessing feelings and kinesthetic sensations, as it were). Let us further note that he is pressing his lips against his finger (and not the other way around because we see him move his head instead of his finger as he turns to look at his screen; if he had been pressing his finger on his lips, both would have moved as he turns).

This is the kind of auto-erotic touching that we have seen Sheppard engage in many times, usually as he has been watching McKay. This is to say that just as he had finished his task, McKay seems to have zoned out with memories of physical touch where his mouth had been involved, and he is a hair's breadth away from being too late to notice the communique. And this is an actual problem. The fact that their clandestine relationship is placing everyone on Atlantis in jeopardy is a real problem. It is a problem that keeps getting steadily worse until it blows up in their faces, but that is for a later time. This is just to point out that the seeds of the issue can already be seen here. There is a reason why the military eschews fraternization within a chain of command.

Regardless, McKay manages to see the message just in time and he is quick enough to react, using his voice to make everyone stop. And we may note that indeed everyone stops what they were doing immediately, probably having learned that it is important to pay heed to instruction coming from McKay. We seldom hear him bellow in such a way and from the reactions of the people, they are surprised by it as well. McKay himself is visibly shaken, seeming to realize very quickly how close they had come to absolute disaster. It is only after Chuck draws his hand away from the DHD that he can even breathe.

And so, immediate crisis averted for the moment, we join the same group as had been gathered originally -- Weir, Sheppard, McKay and Ronon -- en route to Weir's office. We may note that McKay has taken point, seeming to be in a hurry to get this meeting over with and start fixing the problem. Weir is right beside him, slightly behind, given that they are going to her office, but we may note that Sheppard has, very likely on purpose, fallen a few steps behind. And we know that this is not because of McKay since we just saw the two of them walking side by side, bumping shoulders only a while ago.

McKay: We need to disconnect the ZPM and switch to back-up naqahdah generators to prevent any possible dialling of the gate to Earth. Weir: I agree. In fact, as of this moment, all gate activity should be suspended. How many off-world teams do we have out there? McKay: Just Zelenka and his team on M7G-677.

As we see, Sheppard has only his t-shirt on. Of course it is possible that he had taken a shower following what ever activity he had been engaged with earlier that had required him to wear a tac vest, or he might have been sparring with Ronon, given that Ronon follows them into what seems to be a senior staff meeting. But look at how gingerly he sits down on the chair. The camera actually cuts away as he starts sitting down and we see only the beginning and the end of the process, but he very obviously is careful in lowering his full weight down on his ass. This is a thing that happens here, and it is far from the first time. And every time we have seen this, there has been a pocket of time and an opportunity to spend it with McKay that has preceded it. Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, the fact that it keeps happening consistently is clearly on purpose. But if you want to chalk it up to him having gotten his ass kicked by Ronon recently or something, go ahead. He had been suffering from the same ailment before they had even met Ronon, but it is at least possible.

But as soon as he has himself comfortably seated, Sheppard leans back and folds his arms across his chest, and we can tell by the end of the scene where he is twisted toward McKay that McKay is not the cause of his defensive posture here. It might be that he is going the extra mile to portray nonchalance here because what ever the two of them had been doing, they were not meant to be doing it in the middle of the day even if they had a few hours to burn.

Weir: Well, unfortunately he's gonna have to sit tight until we sort this thing out. Sheppard: Stuck with all those kids! Weir: Is the Daedalus still in range to relay a data transmission back to SGC? McKay: Yes. They are holding a position that keeps them in range of both Earth and us. Weir: OK, good. And send a message saying we received their warning and aborted the dialling.

Sheppard turns to stage whisper at McKay, and it is clear he means to say it to McKay as though the two of them were truant rascals in the principal's office. While mock-sympathetic, he actually seems to be making Zelenka into the butt of an inside joke between himself and McKay, and this suggests that Sheppard had indeed known about McKay sending him to the planet before coming to see Zelenka off, unable to resist the temptation of rubbing it in. They also return to this at the end of the episode, poking what we can only hope is good-natured fun at Zelenka being a thing that they do together. Maybe these two bullies deserve to be in the principal's office. But although Sheppard makes the comment that certainly reads disparaging of the children, as though he would not like to be caught dead with them, this is at least partially deflection on his part. He does want a family, he wants children, and he wants these things with the man sitting next to him, and it is thinking that he is denied all these thing that makes him bitter, and it is that bitterness that is at the root of his comment. This is the very definition of sour grapes.

We may also note that the tone in which Sheppard talks to McKay here is different from how he speaks to other people, and this is a private exchange between them even though they are not alone. It is a quick visit into that world of their own, and although they may not intend to do it, they do effectively shut other people out. This here is the very definition of an inside joke. It is difficult to put a finger on what makes Sheppard sound so different from his usual cadence, but there is undeniably something softer about it. Now, McKay knows that Sheppard has a tendency to wisecrack his way through difficult situations and that he understands perfectly well how serious the situation is so while he does not join in on it, he does acknowledge Sheppard's quip by looking at him, by meeting his gaze. Sheppard himself seems to keep his eyes on McKay's lap or on his hands, seeming to have to force his eyes away from there.

Also, Weir has likewise crossed her hands while leaning them on the desk and although she might be doing this to mirror Sheppard (Sheppard is not mirroring her but clearly wants to keep her at a distance) but she is effectively creating a double barrier between them. Sheppard's recent experiences have clearly not made him any more comfortable around women in positions of power.

Sheppard: Ask them if they can give us a little more than just "there's a bomb in Atlantis." Weir: Maybe the Trust thinks this is the only way to make sure the wraith don't get there. McKay: Well, it's drastic but effective. Weir: What's worse is the Trust operative who planted the bomb probably did so under orders from the Goa'uld.

This is yet another flippant remark from Sheppard and while he does have a point, it would be nice to have more information, he does not say this because it is something he actually wants McKay to relay to Earth. He is merely airing his frustration at the situation, and the face that he pulls as he mimics who ever had originated the message tells us that he is not being serious. It seems as though he just needed to engage McKay because McKay was not giving him enough attention. His tone is still soft here, and he leans into McKay's space as he talks to him. McKay, on the other hand, seems to do his best to tune Sheppard out because he has a problem to solve and a city to save, and he is not going to relax until he knows that the man sitting next to him is not in any danger. But let us just note that this is the second time in short order that Sheppard engages McKay, seemingly trying to get a response out of him.

McKay: What? Sheppard: When did the Goa'uld get involved in this? Weir: Several months ago. They successfully infiltrated the upper leadership of the Trust, gaining a stronghold on Earth accessing government agencies from many countries. Dex: What's a Goa'uld?

McKay asks her what not because he did not understand what she was telling them but in an attempt at processing what this all meant for their defenses, how much more danger they would be in if the Goa'uld were involved. McKay's own personal run-in with the Goa'uld was with the half-ascended Anubis who had tried to destroy the Earth gate using Ancient technology. It is safe to say that he is terrified of them, much more terrified than he might be if his experience had been with a less formidable Goa'uld. Although he only says the one word, Sheppard seems to be able to tell that he is deeply affected, glancing at him before speaking for the first time to Weir, only now seeming to take this meeting seriously.

Sheppard: It's a slimy, snake-like alien creature. Burrows into people's heads and takes control of their bodies. Dex: That doesn't sound pleasant. Sheppard: It isn't. I've read enough SG mission reports to know I don't want anything to do with them.

While Sheppard's knowledge of the Goa'uld is theoretical, he picks up the answer to Ronon's question possibly because he is able to see that McKay is not in a place to speak, that he is still processing the news. There are two interesting things here. For one, the way Sheppard describes the Goa'uld is not altogether different from what Cadman had done to McKay, and because he had seen how McKay was looking at her like she was a slimy snake-like alien creature, it is apt that Cadman's character is revisited in this episode. Although he is trying to help McKay get over it, he seems to understand what he had gone through, is able to sympathize with him.

Second thing is that Sheppard mentions reading SG mission reports, and he does not only glance at McKay as he says this, he full on leans his head toward him because it seems like his reading of the reports has more than a little to do with McKay. For sure, they may make riveting reading but most of it is not going to be relevant to this galaxy and Sheppard really doesn't care about the Ancients enough to want to do homework on them. No, his reading of the reports is clearly McKay-related and McKay-motivated.

As mentioned, Samantha Carter gets name-checked in this episode and features in a big way in the next episode, and Sheppard seems to have issues when it comes to her relationship with McKay. Let us also recall that we learn in McKay and Mrs Miller (S03E08) that Sheppard has in his possession a copy of the message that McKay recorded in Letters from Pegasus (S01E17), and while McKay's whole intention with the video seems to have been to run interference for Sheppard by sending the SGC (the tape was never ever going to pass security check) a message pretending to be straight, something he seems to have done in the military context for the benefit of non-straight soldiers for a long time, regardless of this, his lines about the fire still burning for Carter and implying that he thinks about her every night when he touches himself (Sheppard and McKay were clearly sleeping together at the time he recorded the message) may have rubbed Sheppard the wrong way. Clearly McKay had shared the video with him and he knew what it was for but it is because of Sheppard's own tendency to project that he takes issue with Carter.

And the thing is, McKay was never genuinely interested in Carter like that, it was performative and his treatment of Carter resulted from from a combination of his mommy-issues and his feelings of inadequacy. But what McKay thinks about her is not relevant -- Sheppard is full on projecting here. He has kissed three women during their relationship, had actual sex with one of them, and he does not feel good about it. And possibly due to his past trauma, he does not know how to deal with these feelings except by externalizing them. We see this clearly in Inferno (S02E19). A beautiful and smart blonde expresses interest in McKay which he does not even notice because she is so far from his radar. He is literally clueless to the woman's interest in him because he does not care. And Sheppard has a full jealous melt-down, trying to seduce the woman himself not because he is attracted her but to make sure that she does not get any ideas when it comes to McKay. Normal heterosexual business between buddies and pals.

But you had better believe that Sheppard has read the mission reports where McKay was at SGC, especially if the Carter kissing him incident had come up following Sheppard's insect instincts having made him kiss Teyla, since the topic of friends kissing friends while being friends was now on the table for them to talk about. Sheppard is not just a little possessive. He is needy, and his fear of abandonment makes him cling to things with all his might. And so while Sheppard makes the effort to come across as casual here, he is nowhere near as nonchalant over the combination of McKay, SGC, the Goa'uld, and Samantha Carter as he would like to be. He may not want anything to do with the Goa'uld but he damn sure wants nothing to do with Carter either.

Weir: I want you to organise some teams to do a search of the city. Start with obvious sabotage points, power distribution centres... McKay: I'll check primary and secondary systems for any anomalous energy readings that might indicate the presence of an explosive device. Sheppard: And get Cadman to assist you, she's a bomb expert. McKay: She is? Sheppard: She's one of the best. She'll be a big help.

Although Sheppard's issues seem to be especially with McKay and blonde women, possibly because McKay himself has occasionally rubbed them in his face when he has himself felt slighted, McKay's reaction to Cadman earlier seems to have reassured Sheppard that McKay is going to be safe with her. And that is the whole point of this: to keep McKay safe. Now, because Cadman gave McKay a flirty look earlier just to mess with him, some people might interpret this as Sheppard trying to set them up, to make something happen there, to help out a friend. And that is not even in the same zip code as what is happening here because not only is Cadman supposedly dating McKay's best friend, Sheppard knows that McKay feels violated, he had told him just a few hours ago. Another thing Sheppard might be doing is to try to help McKay get over his issues with her because he does seem to be acting shifty here, it is clear that he is doing this because he has an agenda. He is trying to be smooth about it, but he does not suggest McKay take Cadman to help him because he is messing with McKay, or because he is setting him up, or because he wants the two of them to get along.

Cadman is a bomb expert. One of the best, he tells us. Surely her place is helping Sheppard find the bomb. It would make the most sense for her to be with the teams looking for the device. And this person, who is the best at finding and dismantling bombs Sheppard sets up with McKay. Their foremost expert, he takes her out of the roster to make her watch out for McKay. It is like taking the QB out of a winning team and putting him up to sell concessions. It makes no goddamn sense for Sheppard to pair them together, and the reason he does it is to keep McKay safe. Just as Weir makes sure that the two of them are separated and cannot be working together, Sheppard cannot look after McKay and can't even put Ronon on the case because Weir wants them sweeping the city, Sheppard does the next best thing. He makes sure that the one person that can recognize a bomb is going to be with McKay so that there is not even a chance of the bomb going off near McKay.

Sheppard is not setting McKay up with Cadman, he is putting Cadman on McKay duty. This is the most blatant case of Sheppard making sure McKay is safe until Michael (S02E18) when he puts an actual security detail on him. We have seen it time and time again: Sheppard does not take chances with McKay's life. There is a bomb on Atlantis and he is making sure that if it goes off, it won't be near McKay. And yes, Sheppard sounds shifty here because he is intending on doing this without McKay realizing what he is doing. And it seems as though McKay never did. Most of the audience never did. Cadman is going to be a big help, but in this situation she is a big help to Sheppard. He is making sure that he does not have to spend every moment worrying about McKay because he has put the best person to see that he will be alright. And he is trying to be so casual about it. It's not a big deal, she might be able to help you. Just let her work with you, don't worry about it. There are zero romantic undertones here between either McKay and Cadman or Sheppard and Cadman. What this is is an act of love from Sheppard to McKay. And it is so easy to miss this because Sheppard intends for McKay to not make the connection.

Weir: Good. Ask Colonel Caldwell to return to Atlantis to assist with the investigation. McKay: Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa. If the Daedalus returns here, then you're effectively cutting off our communication with Earth. Weir: Yes, I understand that, but if the person who planted the bomb is on board, we're gonna need to question them here -- have them reveal the location of the bomb and how to dismantle it. Alright, let's get moving.

Here, we may note that Sheppard has his whole body twisted toward McKay. And not just a little, he has twisted himself into a pretzel again just to have his body facing him. We see that he has drawn back the shoulder that is between himself and McKay because as we have seen so many times before, Sheppard does not like to have even his own body parts come between him and the actual centre of his world. What is more, the both of them seem to have the same thought here, their reaction to what Weir says is basically the same. McKay looks heavenward and Sheppard rubs his temple, both expressions of exasperation. Their shared thought seems to be in response to Weir wanting to bring the crew of the Daedalus back for questioning but what ever they thought about it, neither argues her call because this is her rodeo and she had clearly made up her mind. But it's obvious that what ever objections they had, they thought of them at the same time, they shared the sentiment.

Also, we might note here at the end that while McKay has no trouble getting up off of the chair, just like he had done going down, Sheppard has to use both hands to support his weight as he gets up. He is clearly sore. This is an acting choice.

Continued in Pt. 4

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Yandere!Count Vlad x Reader Headcanons

🩵 After the introduction of Mina into his life, The Count had decided to spend more time out of the castle and, much to Igor's chagrin, fraternizing with the human populace. However, hundreds of years spent with only other monsters has left him with some anxiety over talking with humans. Kids like Mina were easy. Just play a game or talk about something they like and you've made yourself a friend! But, other adults? Someone who understands social norms and can know when you're breaking them? Someone who could more easily notice abnormalities and oddities, judge him? But despite his nervousness, Count still believed he should try!

🦇 Taking small steps to get out of his comfort zone, Vlad would go out for his own shopping or take Mina to the park, supervising her or joining in a game in between people watching. It was strangely nice to be around people again. There was a small feeling of connection… Just to be around someone, to be in their view, to be in their lives even in such a small manner - and even if it got him unwanted attention, as Igor warned. As The Count found, though, it was rather easy to watch others without being noticed. Apparently a tall, pale man dressed up in a cape and shielding himself with an umbrella wasn't as much of an eyesore as he expected it to be. At least, if you aren't being watched by one consistently.

🩵 Unfortunately, for you, you caught Vlad's eye. He simply couldn't help it! You were stunning! Your voice was melodious! And you were so sweet with Mina, willing to join in for a game when asked or help her up if she fell. And just to be sure you don't notice him, he'll dart behind a tree and shapeshift into a black cat to shadow you… While occasionally coming up to you and Mina for pets. His stalking doesn't stop there, though. Of course not! The Count needed to know everything about you! With how well you got along with his darling daughter friend, he had a feeling you were the one! The one he'd been waiting for for centuries. So, it's only natural that he follows you around town, hiding in the shade as he watches and listens, absolutely captivated and simply dying to know more. If only he could go into your house uninvited…

🦇 Even though he hates himself for it, he'll persuade Mina into putting in a good word for him. Mina will follow you around like a lost puppy as she babbles on about how super-duper nice The Count is and how he really likes playing games and how he's single and always wanted a family! If Vlad happens to overhear, he'll immediately turn into mist or a bat to make his escape. Confound it, he's so embarrassed! Over seven hundred years old and he's made into a blushing madman too embarrassed to even face you - or he would be, if he still had the capacity to blush. Ultimately, it's Mina who has to help him get up the nerve to talk to you for an extended period - and even then, it takes him a bit to not trip up over every other word. He can't help it! You're just so dreamy, it practically rewires his brain upon sight.

🩵 For some time, Vlad is able to write off the eccentricities of himself and his castle and his… Igor. He is one of those "crazy Europeans," as Mr. Harper had said, after all! The coffins, mad-scientist laboratory, vials of blood - all just decoration! But he knows it's only a matter of time before you realize the truth, and all of the hard work he'd put into bonding with you will be all for nothing. He can't let you go, you're simply too precious! One night, he may just ask for you to look deep into his eyes and with every second you become closer to his hold. He'd treat you like an antique figure, dressing you up and taking care of you. One of his favorite things to do is take you dancing in the ballroom, whispering words of love and admiring the glazed over look in your eyes…

🦇 Even though romantic relationships between humans and monsters are strictly forbidden, Igor finds some solace in knowing that his master has returned to at least some of his devious ways. Even if the extent of The Count's deviousness is planning on making you, him, and Mina (and Igor!) into a family! Hmm, perhaps if he can use his hypnosis on Mr. Harper to sign over custody… Then, Mina really can be your daughter! Oh, and she'd make such a beautiful flower girl for the wedding! And Igor can be the ring-bearing. Oh, darling, Vlad couldn't wait to spend the rest of eternity with you.