#jennifer honey x fem reader

[gr00vyminibus]

Headcanon / If you and Jennifer had another child. 🌺

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* you both are roughly in your late thirties or early forties :) and Jennifer got a sperm donor.

Warnings: fluff, and some sensual scenes.

☆ pop up - updates!

[A/N: is it just me or am I coming across videos that lashana has liked on insta, she seems to really enjoy cute baby videos... 🤰🏿 Btw, I'm kicking out these damn WIP's cause they been living in my drafts rent free for weeks and thats what we not gon do. 😌☝🏿]

Taglist : @zeezeecave @mybonafidefeelings @masterajoy314 @xenaizogie @blacksapphhicmaddonna

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♡ You reassure Jennifer that her stomach is beautiful.

• "most of my clothes don't even fit anymore so I'm just lounging in nightgowns and robes.." you hear Jennifer on the phone with one of her colleague friends as you sit on the couch with a bowl of cereal.

• "Is it wrong for me to feel embarrassed, sonya?" You rip your eyes off the television and hum in shock. Jennifer waves you off and gestures to the phone.

• "Put her on hold real quick."

• "What?"

• You look at her as place your bowl on the glass table, "put her on hold" she obliges and once her attention is fully on you, you grab her hands and ask, "You're embarrassed about your belly?"

• "I-I mean a little.."

• "Why? baby its so beautiful, you wanna see what I see?" She keeps her eyes glued to your eyes as she shrugs with a slight head tilt. You go to raise her gown and reveal her swollen stomach with your precious baby remaing idle inside. You swipe your thumb across her puffy naval and lower down to kiss along the dark vertical line of her stomach.

• She nibbles on her bottom lip as you take your time and caress soothing circles into the sides of her waist. "I personally find it adorable, never be embarrassed or ashamed okay? it's gorgeous.. you're gorgeous."

♡ Everyday Jennifer has a new (and weird) snack craving.

• Jennifer feels your eyes piercing into the side of her head but she doesn't care when she's in the middle of watching a classic comedy.

• You watch as she tastes the spoon of the concoction she made just a few minutes ago, "Baby?" she raises her brows signaling she's listening.

• "what are you eating now?" You find a small smile forming on her lips as she takes another spoon and offers you some, "honey and hot sauce, try it" as hopeful as she sounds you rear back a bit and decline with your sealed lips.

• "Come on, try it. For me?" You gradually loose your resistance in her chocolate truffle eyes, Jennifer relaxes her furrowed her brows when you lean forward and taste some expecting for it to be absolutely horrid.

• But, "wait.. wait." You frown.

♡ Moments where you wish you could switch places with Jennifer because you hate seeing her in pain.

• "Is this helping, my love?" You cuddle her in your matching silk robes while softly massaging her shoulder blades and back. Jennifer occasionally let's out some low whines and short airy moans with a nod of her head.

• "Yeah, can you do this until I fall asleep?" You lean over her side and kiss the shell of her ear. "Of course, you know I wish I could take all this pain from you and harbor it myself just so you can have a good night's rest."

• "Are you insisting that you'd want to carry the child instead?"

• "Yeah?" Jennifer scoffs.

• "You're insane, I'll be fine as long you're around."

♡ You learn that Jennifer's body is getting more sensitive to things over time.

• "I want to wear something different.." you help jennifer take off her blouse with a light frown, she felt the need to change her clothes quite a few times.

• "You could fit into each outfit you tried on, whats the problem?"

• "I don't know, I just– the way it feels is strange." You smell the most recent peice of clothing she's tried on and blankly stare at her, "well their clean so.." She rubs her hand down her arm before scratching her tricep which is suddenly really itchy.

• "What detergent do we use again, darling?" Your back is turned to her as you put the shirt up and browse through her closet for something else.

• "Tide?" you glance back and realize her steady scratching as a light bulb goes off in your head.

• "Oh!"

♡ Kiiicckss!

• while you both followed the pregancy excerise tape a sudden kick occurred in Jennifer's stomach, "oh!" your hold under her stomach almost faltered.

• "I'm sorry baby was I being rough?" She shook her head rapidly and looked back at you.

• "they kicked.." a smile broke out on both of your faces as you gushed over the first moment of live action.

♡ when you come back from an errand Jennifer tends to be very dramatic about your short leave.

• "Baby, I'm home!" You could hear someone stand up from the couch and listened to the quiet thuds of her feet that came one step at a time. She appeared inside the kitchen as you lifted the last bags on the counter and immediately opened your arms.

• Jennifer liked to squeeze you sometimes aswell and you rubbed her back, "I was only gone for thirty minutes, my love."

• "More like thirty hours. What were you doing in that store?"

• "I couldn't help but browse through the baby section and I found these pair of shoes that I thought our baby could wear." Jennifer slowly lets you go as you reach in the bag and take out the shoes to show her.

• "Aww, their so pretty. " she took them into her hands and you smiled before looking at her cast down eyes.

• "Baby are you crying?"

• "No.." her voice wavered.

♡ Jennifer can get jealous sometimes.

• It happens when you both shop for clothes or shoes and she thinks the employee is giving you all sorts of heart eyes.

• "You're too pretty to be frowning, whats wrong?" in which she breathes out a stubborn 'nothing' that makes you say her first name so she can spit it out.

• "Patricia... sure was nice"

• "She's just doing her job baby" you slip on a pair of slippers on her feet while Jennifer raises a brow.

• "When you requested a shade a baby blue, she smirked and said baby blue? You didn't catch that?" A laugh of your own came out a bit louder than usual and you shook your head with sealed lips as Jennifer stared at you incredulously.

• "Let's try on this sundress." You walked through the store to find a changing room with Jennifer following behind you hand in hand. How can she be jealous when you both were literally engaged.

♡ Matilda checks in from time to time.

• "You just have to wait until she picks up" Jennifer's squeezing your hand as she stares at the call icon continuing to ring for her daughter.

• Suddenly the computer stops ringing and Matilda pops up on the camera looking she's doing something.

• "Matilda!" The now grown woman looks at with a smile and waves to the both of you, "Hey mom and mom" You chuckle and see her bringing some of her long brown hair from her face because of the breeze.

• "Where are you headed?"

• "I have to make it to class" she laughs with her creasing blue eyes momentarily darting at the camera.

• "Oh, did we.. call you at a bad time?" Jennifer glances at you, "No no I'm glad you called, how's the baby! from what I see it looks healthy" The brunette beams. Jennifer shuffles to the camera and touches her bare stomach due to her wearing a croptop.

• "It is! I wish you could visit us, sweetheart."

• "I'm hoping that I can come and see you both during December."

• "We're hoping too angel" you smile at her on the other line.

♡ You offer to alleviate the pounds Jennifer is carrying.

• You crept up behind her and whispered something in her ear that she was first confused at until you placed two neatly folded hands under her stomach and gently lifted up. She sighed in relief and thanked you before grabbing some seasons from the cabinet.

• "Can you hold the baby while I cook dinner?"

• "I just-"

• "Thank you darling." fourty-five minutes later.

• "Rotate, lean, to the right please." You sighed and eyed the wooden spoon she held near her lips, "taste this." She offers the spoon to you with her attention still on the steaming pots and you moan at the flavor.

• "Does it need anything?" She knew she could trust your word since you've been tasting spoons before you could walk.

• "Throw in a little more onion powder and you're done."

♡ ultra sounds

• "the gel isn't to cold is it?" Jennifer barely catches the doctors question as she shakes her head and stares back at the monitor. You're beyond happy that you were by her side as the probe circled around her stomach.

• "there she is, and she's looking healthy as usual." The doctor smiled at the both of as you marveled at the embryo shifting slightly in the womb. Jennifer's smile was bright and contagious as she couldn't take her eyes off her beautiful little girl.

• "I'm already in love with her.." she breathes out.

• "I hear you on that one, wait till you finally give birth and get to hold her in your arms. Its one of the best feelings in the world as a mother,"

• "Have you decided on a name?" Jennifer looks at you expectantly as you squeeze your linked hands.

• "Esmerealda."

♡ Jennifer can be absolutely adorable without knowing it, and you don't hesitate on letting her know.

• Today is an extremely lazy day for you both, Jennifer has her back leaned against you from in-between your legs and your playing with her frizzled kinks. Suddenly you're hit with a waft of warm cinnamon roast crunch and Jenny smacks her lips lightly after her yawn.

• You naturally watch her and witness that cute after pout she does with her cheeks, Jennifer feels a sticky kiss land on her cheek. She smiles as you continue peppering them throughout the day, seeing nothing to it. But the kisses travel to her mouth eventually and you can't help but squish her face in your hands as you do.

• "My baby.." Jennifer sighs as she folds a few clothes and tilts her head up for you to hold with your big hands. Her eyes shift closed as you let you the kiss linger a bit longer before parting like you usually do.

• "How many kisses is that?" You would always say not enough and Jennifer would playfully try to shove you away as she told you how much of a distraction you were.

• You put your arms behind your back and feigned being sincere about stopping but a peck couldn't be contained, Jennifer placed the last folded clothes in her hand on the armrest and pulled you by the neck of t-shirt. Guaranteeing that you would no longer be teasing her with a soft slow kiss of her own

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♡ (18+)

♡ There are times when she needs more than kisses.

• you stroke Jennifer's back as she's wrapped around you like a Koala on the couch, your other arm is against the armrest so your able sit up straight and watch the television but gentle kisses to your neck begin to distract you.

• you don't let it fully pull on your mind as you're sure Jennifer will give a bit a nibbles here and there and eventually stop but she doesn't. Her lips press into your skin deeper with desperation. She wants you to give in, do something.

• your eyelids start to slide closed as she sucks with an intention of making bruises, her hands feeling your hair and holding the back of your neck.

• "Mh, what are you doing?"

• "Take a wild guess" she kisses under your chin, making you smirk up at the wheat colored ceiling.

• "But you're on your second last month?"

• "When you had to step out–" Jennifer finally molded your mouths together, "I asked the doctor about it and– he said it was okay just no penetration– and doing positions where I put stress on my spine or stomach." You began changing your seating until she was in your lap ready to be lifted.

• "Okay then, I got something special for you."

♡ < BONUS >♡

• "Am I still attractive to you?" Jennifer asked.

• "Absolutely. Why- as a matter of fact point your insecurities out to me right now."

• "No, that's mortifying" Jennifer chuckles, "it'll make you feel better. Trust me." Jennifer sighed and for a moment you both were staring at eachother before she slowly took one of her hands from the covers and tapped on the apple of her cheeks.

• Next was her chest covered by the bed sheet and a pat to her thighs, "then my stretch marks, back rolls and.. thats about it." You got closer to her and kissed her slightly chubby cheeks before doing the same to every one of her stretch marks. She layed on her back as you included the ones between her thighs and across her waist.

• And she turned one last time so you could peck the ones up her arms and mouth on the whole expanse of her back, making it all the way up to her arching spine. "I'll love you in any way, shape or form. You hear me?"

• she nodded against the pillow until you gently palmed her sensitive breasts, earning an involuntary moan.

• "thought I'd forget about these huh, let me hear you say it. My body is perfect." Your thumb rolling her tender nipple made Jennifer whimper as you transfered to the next one.

• "Uhn, mh~ m-my body's per-fect"

• "Good girl." You stopped toying with her breasts and put a comforting hand on her stomach that she placed her own over.

• "Get some rest baby." She hummed and turned her head to give you firm kiss on the lips before snuggling her back into front of your body.

[certaimromance]

𝜗𝜚 Cherry Picking.

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Summary: After your first night with Spencer, you wake up and see that he's left you two dollars and a thank-you note on your bedside table.

Words: 2,3k.

TW: lots of mentions and references to sex, but nothing completely explicit. the reader is quite dramatic and has little faith in men (literally me, sorry). chaos and lack of communication but happy ending. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: This idea just came to me out of the blue, and I have to say that Sex and the City has had a bit of an influence. I love the chaos, the conversations between friends, and Spencer being the best man in the world (I'm picturing him kind of like in his season four version).

♡ Enjoy! ♡

Saturday afternoon

“Two dollars?!”

Penelope's and JJ's simultaneous exclamations and surprised faces when you finished speaking were pretty much to be expected. They noticed a change in your expression and took a moment to compose themselves, as did the rest of the people in the room, who glanced curiously at your table from time to time. It was certainly a fascinating sight, three women having an animated conversation about their lives over milkshakes as if they were drinks, especially considering that one of them was pregnant and her belly looked like it was about to explode.

You didn't blame anyone for reacting that way, especially not your friends. You were still pretty shocked by what happened, especially by how thoughtless the man you'd developed feelings for and worked closely with over the past few years was. It was a unsettling to find a tip on your nightstand after one of the most memorable nights you'd ever had. You still remembered the excitement you felt when you went to Spencer's apartment yesterday to watch a movie as part of your fourth or fifth date. He seemed nervous when you started kissing more intensely, and the couch wasn't the best setting. The sensation of your body on his bed and his lips on your skin was incredible.

It was a good memory, extremely good if you took away the embarrassment of waking up the next day in his empty bed with money waiting for you, as if you had performed a service.

“Maybe there was a misunderstanding and the money was left on the table by mistake.” Jennifer spoke again in a reassuring tone after turning the matter over. “Spencer can be a little clumsy sometimes.”

You pressed your lips together in a thin line as you listened to her attempt to provide an explanation for his actions. But given their friendship, this was to be expected.

“And he was in a hurry to catch his plane and go to his mother.” Garcia added with a forced smile, trying to lift your spirits. “It all makes sense.”

Yes, it was understandable that he was leaving in a hurry because he had to catch a flight to spend his weekend off with his mother. That didn't worry you, but there was something else that was curious.

“How do you explain the thank-you note?” You asked, taking out the paper and the two dollars you'd pulled out to show them as proof from your purse.

“It was a thank you for hanging out with him, a sweet gesture.” JJ said, taking a sip of her milkshake and patting her belly.

It seemed more like a sour gesture to you, that you had been left with your dignity on the floor. As you left his apartment, you didn't know whether to cry or laugh because it sounded like a bad joke that the only man you thought was decent and for whom you allowed yourself to have feelings would do such a thing.

“My love life is going downhill.” You said.

Just then, the restaurant door opens and Emily appears. After greeting her and apologizing for her late arrival, she asks about the cause of your apparent distress. As a profiler, she was astute enough to know something was wrong just by looking at you.

“What's wrong, honey?” She started talking as soon as she sat down next to you and took a quick look at the table. “Those milkshakes look good, I want one.”

“Spencer thinks I'm a prostitute.” You spoke up without thinking, which surprised Emily and caused her to briefly lose her grip on the menu.

There was a long, awkward silence.

Perhaps you were too direct in saying something that you had been trying to ignore for your own mental health.

“Just a heads-up, we've got a baby in the room. No need to say that word!” Penelope was the first to speak, gently covering JJ's belly with her hands. “He can hear you.”

At that moment, Reid and his comments about pregnancy data at every stage came to mind. You felt a little uncomfortable because you knew it was a little unrealistic to focus on the positives at a time like this.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, baby.” You looked regretfully at your friends and spoke to Jennifer's belly, giving it a gentle caress. “Don't listen.”

“I need context, please.” Emily said confusedly, trying to understand what was going on and why you had said what you had said.

You let out a deep breath, preparing yourself to recount the story once more.

“Okay, Spencer and I made...milkshakes. Very good milkshakes, really good if you know what I mean.” You tried to explain slowly, watching your words and your friends' expressions. “I woke up when he was leaving, he gave me a kiss on my forehead and said to keep sleeping, that he had to catch his flight.”

“That's sweet, but weird to know.” Emily commented quizzically, looking at the menu intently again. “What's the part...you know?”

“Oh, when he thought I was-” You stop yourself as you see how JJ looks at you. “A pie maker.”

You could tell from their expressions that they were about to laugh at your attempts to keep the conversation friendly.

“I woke up hours later to find two dollars on the nightstand with a thank-you note.” You finished the story. “To him, I'm worth two fu...sugary dollars.”

Prentiss stared at you for several seconds, waiting for me to tell her it was a joke. Only when that didn't happen did she speak. “That sounds weird and awful, but I don't think he would do something like that on purpose. Especially you, he really likes you.”

“He likes me enough to give me two dollars.”

When you finished speaking, you experienced a moment of discomfort in your stomach as your own words took effect. You were surprised to find that on a deeper level, what had happened was causing you more pain than you had anticipated.

“That doesn't sound like Reid at all. I've known him for years, and he's not that kind of man.” Penelope said with a frown, trying to reassure you. “I'm sure it's a mix-up.”

You were looking for the same thing and hoping it was just a misunderstanding, but your previous bad experiences made you think otherwise. You'd met enough men to know that they could always be worse. What was different now was that you really liked this particular man. You really longed for him to be different from everyone else.

However, things weren't always as you'd hoped. You'd invested a lot of hope in making your fairy tale come true, and it was starting to take its toll.

“Have you had a chance to speak with him?” JJ inquired.

“He's with his mother, I won't bother him.” You replied with a strange simplicity that made your friends suspicious. “I'm fine, I've calmed down.” You added as you saw their worried faces.

“I love you, but sometimes you scare me.” Emily said, watching you drink from your smoothie as if it contained a painkiller. “It's not okay to pretend that everything's fine.”

“It's understandable to feel a bit discouraged about this. Things may seem challenging at the moment, but I believe things will improve when you discuss this with him.” Jennifer's hand gently touched yours, offering a comforting gesture.

“I'm sure everything will be fine. You have our support if you need it.” Penelope joined in with the motivational words and gave you a reassuring smile.

You took the last sip of your milkshake and leaned back in your seat for a moment before replying. “I'm fine, girls. I don't plan to lose my head over a man, I promised myself.”

They looked at you with some skepticism, but you didn't flinch. You were confident that if you were mentally prepared not to be defeated, or at least not to look defeated, you would be well prepared for the day of the meeting.

You weren't going to lose your mind over this.

Monday morning

You were definitely losing your mind, and no cup of tea or internet video that promised to do so had been able to relax you one bit. You had been cooped up in the office you shared with Penelope for several minutes, pacing in your chair while everyone in the conference room waited for information about a new case and your presence. The mere thought of having to face Reid again was making you feel pretty uneasy.

All weekend, you had been trying to reassure yourself that you were doing well, that you were not hurt or affected by what happened, that it was just one more disappointment to add to the long list you had written since you were a teenager, and that it was normal for someone with your luck. You were not a princess, you were not going to meet a prince, and you were old enough to know that.

But being in the same building as your prince turned toad was not as easy as you had hoped. You prayed that your presence would not be necessary and that the jet would soon take off to take them all away, especially him.

A few sudden knocks on the door startled you. You automatically thought it was your boss coming to scold you for being late, and your blood froze.

“I apologize for the delay, Hotch. I assure...” You spoke promptly as soon as the door opened and a male figure appeared.

But obviously, it wasn't him.

“Oh, sorry, I'm not Hotch. But hey, how are you?” Spencer smiled at you and walked toward you, looking a little nervous.

“Fine.” You replied dryly, getting up from your seat to grab your tablet and some folders to carry into the conference room.

In your mind, you had planned to make a scene as soon as you saw him and make it clear that you didn't cost just two dollars. But after thinking about it a lot, the fear of losing your job over it was greater. And now it was a mixture of that reasoning with your feeling of paralysis at actually having him in front of you.

“I...I missed you over the weekend.” He stopped you before you could walk away, gently holding your hand. The feeling alone made you stop and look at him angrily. “I thought about you a lot, too much, and I bought you something.” He let go of your hand to pull a small box out of his pocket.

“How dare you?” You blurt out, taking a step back.

He looked a little uncomfortable and seemed to be in pain. “I'm sorry if I overstepped. I didn't mean to impose. Did I cross a line? I'm so sorry, I just thought-”

“What? That you could embarrass me even more? Didn't I already go through enough?”

That's when you took out two dollars from your purse and gave it to him.

“Could I ask why this is?” Spencer was still frowning and looked just as hurt as you.

His apparent lack of understanding of the situation made you much angrier. You had thought he was probably the smartest man you had ever met in your entire life, but suddenly, in your eyes, he was an idiot.

“I'm refunding your payment, Reid.” You replied firmly, without hiding your frustration.

The confusion on his face seemed to multiply as he tried to understand. “What are you talking about? I gave you your money back.”

You tilted your head slightly to one side.

“Saturday morning, I left on the nightstand the two dollars you lent me a week ago when we bought coffee. You know I don't like being in debt.” Spencer began to explain calmly, taking a moment to gather his thoughts and present the facts in a clear and concise manner.

Oh, you do remember lending him money at some point, or rather, inviting him for coffee that he said he'd pay you back. That day when his hair was perfect in the wind, when he smiled at you and told you some interesting facts about coffee beans.

“I mentioned it when I said goodbye, but you looked so tired that I left you a thank you note in case you forgot.” He went on to explain. “A lot of studies say that you wake up to full strength at least 20 to 30 minutes after you actually open your eyes. And you still had them closed when I said goodbye.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“I...I thought you-” You fell silent as you saw the stunned look on his face. You didn't want to look crazy, so you quickly added. “I just thought wrong.”

“I'm sorry, I don't understand.” He said, a little embarrassed. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Oh, no, I just...did you bring me a gift?” You changed the subject, taking the box he had previously offered you. Inside was a necklace with a cherry blossom charm.

“Your computer wallpaper is a picture of cherry blossoms. And I saw this necklace in a store when I was walking with my mom, and I thought you might like it. But it's okay if you don't want it-” He spoke fast until you interrupted him.

“I love it, thank you.” You smiled at him and took the necklace out of the box. “Could you help me with this?”

With some trepidation and uncertainty still present, Spencer positioned himself behind you with the jewel in his hands, carefully brushed your hair aside and fastened the necklace around your neck. The sensation of his fingers brushing against your skin made you feel a slight shiver.

“Thanks.” You said as you turned around to face him. You gave him a hug, though you were a little unsure.

He returned your embrace, feeling a sense of relief that things between you were okay. “You don't have to thank me.”

“It's not about the gift. It's just a way to say thanks for being you.”

Perhaps he was your prince after all.

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

The Dogs

Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader Warnings: violent crime (I mean it is Criminal Minds...), nudity (but nothing graphic/sexual), trauma, nightmares, hurt/comfort, established relationship (let me know if I've missed anything) Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Takes place after the Tobias Henkel incident (02.14 & 02.15). JJ comes home from this case deeply traumatized and super guilty about Reid, but she's not used to showing emotion or needing comfort. Reader is there to show her that it's okay to be weak.

“JJ.”

She jumped when you said her name, shivering under the shower stream. She’d been in there for over an hour, silent, unmoving. You’d poked your head in to check on her a few times, but she’d said she wanted to be alone. You were worried about her. You’d been worried about her since that call the night Spencer went missing. The way her voice had shaken, you could tell she wasn’t okay, but you could also tell that she wasn’t ready to talk about it.

Spencer was safe now, doped up on Dilaudid, but coming off of it safely at the hospital. JJ would still be there if Hotch hadn’t made them all go home to sleep.

It was late, but JJ wasn’t sleeping. At first, she’d had the water so hot you were afraid she’d burn herself, but now she’d been in there so long that the hot water was out, and you could see her body shaking under the cool stream, her eyes glazed as she stared at nothing.

She didn’t talk to you as you stepped into the bathroom, didn’t even look at you. You couldn’t tell if her face was streaked red from how hot she’d had the shower or from crying, but either way it was clear that JJ was not okay.

You turned off the water and she shook violently, whether from cold or trauma it was hard to tell. You tried to meet her eyes but she wouldn’t look at you. It was like she was numb, like she’d gone into some kind of coma. You didn’t know what to do to help her, so you just tried to keep her body safe and comfortable.

“You’re freezing, honey,” you whispered, carefully draping a towel around her shoulders and wicking the moisture away from her body. She let you dry her off, still and silent, like a mannequin. So unlike JJ, who usually liked to be the one in control–of her body and yours.

You gently cupped her face, worry covering yours, then took her hands. “Come here.”

You led her to the bedroom and pulled pajamas onto her. Underwear. Sweatpants, sweatshirt. She sat obediently on the edge of the bed as you combed her hair, tugging her knees to her chest. Lastly, you got her a glass of water and made her drink some of it. JJ didn’t speak once the entire time. She didn’t look at you. She didn’t touch you. Honestly? You were terrified. She wasn’t okay. She didn’t have to be okay, of course. But you wanted her to be able to show it. But maybe this was how JJ showed she wasn’t okay. Maybe it was different from your way.

When she lay down in bed, you carefully draped the covers over her, gingerly climbing in. You watched her for anything–any sign of life, any sign of anything other than being nearly catatonic, but she just lay there, wet hair splayed around her, eyes glazed and distant.

You hesitantly wrapped an arm around JJ’s waist, pulling her gently into you. You kissed her shoulder, using your other hand to run slow fingers through her hair. It felt odd, almost uncomfortable, to hold JJ when she wasn’t also inching herself back to get as close to you as possible. When she wasn’t lacing her fingers with yours, resting her arm on yours. But you held her nonetheless. Whatever JJ needed from you, however she needed you, you would be there.

“I love you, Jayje,” you whispered. “I’m right here.”

She said nothing, and you turned off the light, wrapping your body around JJ’s and trying your best to translate all the love and care and devotion you held for her through the fabric of your skin. Soon, you fell into a fitful sleep, JJ bundled tightly in your arms. You’d never let her go again, not when she was like this.

You woke up sometime in the night to JJ turned away from you, sobbing so hard she was shaking and coughing. She was curled on her side in the fetal position, and she looked for all the world like a bedraggled puppy. Your heart shattered. She always tried so hard to be strong. For you. For all the other people on her team that she assumed had it “worse” than she did. And she was strong. She was so strong. But even the strongest people have to let themselves be weak sometimes.

You felt like you might cry yourself, watching her fall apart. “Oh, honey,” you breathed, nearly jumping over her so you could look in her eyes, so you could wrap her up and pull her tear-stained face to your chest.

“Shh,” you cooed, pressing your face against the top of her head as you held her. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

“It’s my fault,” she gasped between sighs. “He almost died!”

“JJ, baby, that was not your fault. It could’ve been anyone. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I left him alone,” she cried, shuddering.

“Honey, shh,” you continued, rocking her. “It’s not your fault. Spencer’s safe. You’re safe.”

But she couldn’t stop crying. You’d never seen her cry so hard, so hard you thought she might throw up. You kept shushing her, holding her against you like a baby, rocking her and soothing her. It broke your heart to see her like this. You would do anything, anything, to take away this guilt she was feeling, this trauma that seemed to be swallowing her whole. And, somehow, at the same time, you were also so deeply honored that Jennifer Jareau felt safe enough around you to let herself fall apart. You just wished she didn’t have to.

When her sobs quieted to small, shaky shudders, you brushed her hair out of her face, wiping away her tears. She had huge circles under her eyes, and she could barely keep them open.

“Jayje, honey, go to sleep. It’s okay, I’m right here.”

“I can’t,” she admitted, barely above a whisper.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “How come?”

“The dogs,” she answered, shivering, tears glistening in her eyes again.

Of course. She’d seen a woman ripped to death by starving dogs and then had to shoot the dogs to protect herself. Who wouldn’t have nightmares after that?

You cupped her face, placing soft kisses on her forehead, her eyelids, on her mouth, wet with tears.

“Just try, honey, please,” you begged. “You have to sleep.”

Another tear dripped down her face.

“I’ll stay up, okay? I’ll be right here if you get scared.”

“I don’t want you to have to do that.”

“JJ,” you breathed, rubbing your thumbs along her eyebrows as she struggled to keep her eyes open. “It’s okay. I love you. Let me take care of you, alright?”

JJ seemed to have used up all the fight in her. She buried her face in your chest, exhaling deeply, and let her eyes stay closed. You kissed the side of her head and cradled her there and as you watched her fall asleep–tear-stained face half-covered by your sweatshirt, fists gripping onto handfuls of it, the little huffs of breath that you knew meant she had fallen asleep–you knew there was not a thing in the world you wouldn’t do to protect this woman.

You were just about to drift off when JJ jerked awake, gasping and flailing.

“Hey, hey,” you said, pulling her close. “It’s okay. You’re okay, you’re safe. I’m right here.”

She looked around with frightened eyes then, as her heartbeat and breathing slowed again, twined her legs with yours. She wrapped both her arms around your abdomen, squeezing you tight, as if she was afraid she’d drift away in the night, as if she wanted to be tethered to you. 

You held her so tight that night, so close. Usually JJ was the protector, JJ was the strong one, but tonight it was you, and you were glad to do it. You knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that you’d fight off a thousand rabid dogs to keep her safe. That you would enter into the dark recesses of her mind to fight off all the dark things that lodged there. That you would shield her very body with your own.

Something changed that night, between you and JJ. But it wasn’t a bad change. It was like the ringing of a bell, the finding of an equilibrium. It was you knowing that you could be strong, and JJ knowing that she could be weak. It was the somersaulted back-and-forth of a relationship going still and peaceful in the knowledge that you were each other’s lifeline, each other’s outstretched hand, each other’s port of calm in a whole world of storm. It was love that let itself be seen. You couldn’t go back. And you didn’t want to.

[lcvesjj]

Alarm - Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau x Fem!Reader

Prompt : waking up their partner when they sleep through the alarm.

Warnings : none ig?

A/n : ahhhh I haven't written for JJ in ages 😭 if anyone has any requests for JJ, please send them in! 

word count : 415

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It was no secret that you were an early bird. Always up early, which would sometimes irritate JJ since she wanted to sleep in but you had a million things to do and had to get up early. 

Until one day you decided to stay in bed a little longer while holding a sleeping JJ in your arms. Smiling down at her sleeply face you kissed her forehead while your finger absentmindedly traced shapes onto her shoulder.

Then her alarm started to go off buzzing loudly but JJ didn't even move. She just mumbles something under her breath and cuddles into you even further. Gently poking her shoulder, you said. “Jayje it's time to wake up. Honey, your alarm is going off.” JJ just shook her head and mumbled something inaudible again.

Grinning to yourself you held her tightly while whispering into her ear. “I know you don't want to get up JJ but you have to. Your alarm has been going off for a good 15 minutes.” In return she just grumbled “Five more minutes.” Before pulling the covers over her head and falling back asleep again. Seeing how sleepy she was you couldn't help but let out a soft giggle at her behaviour. 

JJ just pouted under the covers hearing you laugh. “You're mean.” She glared at you jokingly while sitting up to pout at you. “You're so adorable when sleepy.” You gently kissed her cheek making her lean in to kiss you on the lips. “Now c'mon let's get up- it's 9am on a Saturday and I'm not about to let you lay all day in bed on your only day off.” You kissed her forehead before getting out of bed and heading to get ready. In protest JJ groaned and fell back onto the pillows dramatically, even if she knew you were right she couldn't help but be a little dramatic. “Cmon I'll make you pancakes! Your favourite- with Nutella and strawberries.” You called while heading to the kitchen.

Before you knew it you could hear JJ getting out of bed and rushing to the bathroom to get ready. “I love you honey.” She shouted while changing and brushing her teeth quickly. You just called back “I love you too Jayje now hurry up or else I'll let Henry lick the bowl after the batter.” You threatened jokingly, knowing you'd never do that since JJ would be pouting for the whole week if you did so.

Mornings like this were perfect. 

[jenniferjareauwife]

r has a bad habit of biting their fingernails and picking at the skin around them, and jj always prevents it by holding r’s hand and letting them fiddle w jj’s fingers instead. she has to do it at least three times a day🥲

You've Gotta Stop

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

word count: 819

summary: you pick your nails and the skin around them when you're anxious so your girlfriend helps you and calms you down

My leg bounced as I picked at my nails. This case had been going on for far too long and the body count was stacking way too high. Were we ever going to solve it or were people just going to keep dying? Were we really making a difference or were we just making everything worse? "Y/n?" I heard JJ's soft voice in my ear.

"Hm?" I turned to look at her with an anxious look on my face, still picking at my nails.

"Take a breath honey, it's ok." She put her hands over mine to stop me from picking. I took a deep breath and leaned closer to her, wanting everyone's eyes off of me. "Let's go somewhere private, yeah?" I nodded and stood up, letting her lead me to an unoccupied conference room. Since her hands weren't in mine I started picking again, eventually drawing blood.

"I need a band aid." I mumbled. JJ pulled a few out of her pocket, knowing that I usually needed them while we were on cases.

"You've gotta stop that honey. You're hurting yourself." She tucked my hair behind my ear while I put on my bandages.

"I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry." I started pacing around the room, trying to pick my skin around the bandages. "Why can't we figure this out why can't we-"

"Sweetheart. It's gonna be ok." She put her hand on the small of my back and caressed it with her thumb.

"How do you know that?"

"Because it's always ok. When have we not solved a case?" I shrugged. "See? It's gonna be ok. You've gotta stop picking at your nails though, it's really not good for you."

"I'm sorry." I mumbled.

"I know."

"I can't help it, I just do it."

"I know honey, I know." She pulled me into a much needed hug and I tried my best to just relax into her. "Just a few more hours and then we can head back to our hotel room, ok? Just a few hours." I nodded and tightened my grip on her.

"Can we stay here? I don't want to be around everyone else." I mumbled against her chest.

"I'm sorry babe but we have to go back with the others. We have to do our job." I groaned and buried my face into her further.

"I know." She kissed the top of my head. "Just hold on for a few more hours."

Three hours later we were back at the hotel and I was back to picking at my skin. JJ was on her laptop so she didn't notice until a few minutes later. "Come here." I moved closer to her with an anxious look on my face, one I always seemed to have the past few days. She held my hands in hers and rubbed her thumb over my knuckles. "Just play with my fingers, ok?" I nodded and leaned into her, immediately starting to fidget with her fingers. We stayed like that for 20 minutes and I was finally starting to calm down. JJ had been giving me kisses all over my face while I held and played with her hands.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"For what?"

"For picking my fingers. I know it's super annoying." I sighed and looked down at her hands.

"Hey. Look at me." She grabbed my face gently to turn me to look at her. "It's not annoying, ok? Everyone deals with anxiety differently and that's just what you do. Is it healthy? No. But we can work together to find something else that helps you that isn't hurting you in the process, ok?" I nodded and leaned towards her so she could plant a kiss on my forehead. "Do you know what it is about this case that makes you so anxious? I've had to stop you at least five times today honey."

"Just...don't know if we're ever gonna solve it. What if we're hurting more than we're helping?" I shrugged and started playing with her fingers again, feeling my anxiety creep back up on me now that I was thinking about it again.

"How would we be hurting more than helping?"

"We haven't caught him and now he's probably figuring out how to stay under the radar since we're onto him. If we don't catch him soon...the case might go unsolved and he can just keep killing for the rest of his life." She shook her head.

"That's now how that works."

"You don't know that." She raised her brows after my retort and I quickly apologized. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok. Let's get some rest. You definitely need it." I nodded and watched as she laid down, resting my head on her chest and still holding her hand in mine so I could play with it if I needed to. She kissed the top of my head and gave my hand a soft squeeze. "I love you."

"I love you too."

[yeondollie]

ʟɪɴɢᴇʀ 𝜗𝜚 ᝰ.ᐟ

'so why were you holding her hand?' 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

. . paring ; toxic! soobin x fem! reader

. . warnings ; ANGST .ᐟ, heartbreak, soobin cheats, pet names (my love, baby, honey), argument, mentions of jake from enhypen and karina from aespa (i love them sm sm), language, jake falls in love with reader, kinda fluff with jake, established relationship, soobins manpulating reader, breakup, nonidol! au, college au, crying, reader is struggling, if i missed anything let me know ! :p

. . words ; 1.1k ⟡

a/n ; hiiii !! i was listening to linger and i was like wait this would make a great angst so please please enjoy! frat! yeonjun and jennifers body x txt are comingggg i promise you guys :p im really liking the frat one so enjoy enjoy i love u guys sm sm ♡

there you were, sitting on soobins bed while he was in the shower looking through his phone. you had his password, he had yours; everything was normal. you just wanted to transfer some pictures you had taken on his phone to your own, until you saw it.

it was some girl, some girl laying on his shoulder and he took a picture of it. it looked like his hands were placed on her thighs, what the fuck? your eyes couldn't believe that you saw. suddenly you were filled with anger, angry hot tears filled your eyes.

you watched soobin fiddle with the bathroom door until it opened, his eyes locking with your now tear filled ones. "_____ what happened? is everything okay?" he tried wrapping his arms around you, still semi wet from his shower but all you did was protest. "no, no dont t-touch me." you sniffle and push him off of you, leaving him clueless.

all you did was shove his phone in his face, not saying a word. it's not like you could speak from all the tears flowing from your eyes anyways. "baby no its not.. that was a while ago." suddenly you burst out in anger on him. even if it was a long time ago, he still cheated.

"i dont c-care.. you cheated on me? was it worth it soobin?" you raise your tired voice at him. god he hated when you called him soobin. why not binnie or bin or even baby? " my love please _____ call me bin.. i-its really not what you t-think." he says, which immediately ticks you off. did he think you were that dumb you'd believe a lie like that?

“so what is it? please inform me.” your sniffling still but have regained enough strength to speak. he paused for a moment, pondering on what to say. “karina- fuck.. _____ s-shes just a..” karina? was that who that was? “karina? who is karina? was that the girl in the picture? was that the fucking girl you're cheating on me with?” he was lost for words, you were right.

he met karina in a club while you were at work. you always told him you worked not only for yourself, but for him. you did everything for him, whatever he wanted you would give it to him. you bought him the stupid stuff he would want and spoil him with all your love and affection. he gave all of it up for a one night stand?

"i do everything for you and you cant even be loyal to me? i-im in this dumb fucking college because of YOU. i had the chance to go to princeton, PRINCETON soobin, but no i gave it up for YOU. e-everything i do.. i-is for you." you started with an angry and loud tone yet it only got softer, weaker. you were breaking and he could tell, only wrapping you in his arms tight.

"i know my love.. i know. i-it didn't mean anything.. i was drunk i-i didn't know please. i'll stop, i'll do whatever you ask of me i promise. i love you so so much baby." god those words hit you like a truck, why were you so wrapped around his finger? when he would speak to you in such a soft and caring tone it was like all was forgiven, you suddenly had forgotten he had cheated but not this time. no, this was over.

you pushed him away weakly. you couldn't do much, he was tall and strong and at the moment you were at your weakest. you managed to get up and start grabbing your belongings weakly. he couldn't believe his eyes, his words didn't work this time. shit.

"honey please i told you it was a mistake! please d-dont leave i-im nothing without you please.. i can't. i can't l-live without you." oh how that was all bullshit and he knew it. he was coming up with whatever lie and pathetic excuse he could to make you stay, you new this tatic all too well.

you simply continue, frantically looking around for more of your stuff. picking it up and throwing it in a random bag you had found. "i-i can't do this anymore soobin. i have done nothing but be supportive and loving to you and you can't even return the favor." you say, sniffling while reaching his doormat to exit. he didn't even make the effort to fight for you; he just muttered something you couldn't quite hear.

"i need you." and thats the last you've heard of him since then.

it's been about five months since you and soobin had called it quits. he tried calling you about 347 times the night you left his apartment. on the way out of soobins place, you saw the cafe your friend used to work at. it looked very cozy and you just needed a little pick me up before driving over to your friends house to get some comfort so you stopped by.

when you picked up your order, something on the cup looked different. the design didn't change, no not that. it had some black sharpie writing on it, seemed to come from your barista as it read: 'call me, its jake btw. also you're really pretty :). is that weird lol?' you giggle and read off his phone number. maybe you would be calling him later.

that night you spent all your time giggling on the phone at his stupid jokes but to you they weren't stupid at all, they were everything to you. this is everything you could've wished for, someone who actually cared about you and made you feel warm inside again.

you and jake continued to be in the "talking stage" for the next month or so until, he asked you to be his girlfriend. it was such an intimate moment, you two were at the yearly carnival and you showed an interest in the tallest ride there. he was scared of heights but, he couldn't tell you that now.

you noticed him shaking, closing his eyes, and holding onto your hand extra tight. "jake are you.. okay?" you ask, looking over to see his eyes still shut. at the very tip top of the ride, before the big drop he said something you'd never forget.

"i'm terrified of heights, i-i really am.. shit but _____ i really, oh my god, need to tell you something. I LOVE YOU!" and before you could get a response out, the ride went taking off leaving you both a screaming mess.

of course after the ride you hugged him close, thanking him for everything and absolutely becoming his girlfriend. the whole night he wouldn't let go of your hand, holding you close, being protective of his pretty girlfriend. you left the carnival a happy girl with her happy boyfriend and to your surprise, hadn't thought of soobin in a while. but, he was thinking about you. thats all he could think about.

part two ?

[cwritesforfun]

The Bear: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x Fem!Reader: Business Dinner

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(YES, the plot has changed. I do not own The Bear characters.) Y/N = Your Name

Y/N's POV

You finish getting ready and you walk out to your living room where you see your boyfriend pacing. He was pacing earlier, but you were hoping he had stopped when you did your make-up. You exclaim, "Carmy, baby, what's wrong?" He turns to you, sees you, and says, "Wow honey, you're gorgeous. I mean, jaw-dropping stunning. Let me see you twirl." You twirl and he says, "I can't believe I'm your boyfriend. I'm so lucky that I have you in my life." You wrap your arms around his neck and say, "I'm lucky to have you in my life too. I've never been happier." He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you gently. He asks, "Are you sure you want me as your plus one tonight? I'm sure one of your friends would go if you asked." You answer, "Yes, I'm sure. I can't wait to show you off. I'm so proud of you and your success with the Bear. You also said you couldn't wait to try the food at this restaurant, so I'm happy we get to try it together. Why? Where is this sudden hesitation coming from?" He replies, "I just ... I know that there are going to be a lot of business people tonight with their millionaire star boyfriends or girlfriends. I'm not even close to that. Everyone at the party doesn't have anxiety like us and I'm stressed I'll say something wrong. Times like these make me feel insecure about who I am and like being together doesn't work." You ask, "But if you ignore tonight, do you think we work together?" He answers, "Yeah, I mean sh** I love you. I haven't told you that, but I'm nervous and stressed. I don't want to lose you." You say, "I love you too, Carmen Anthony Berzatto. I think you're the sweetest and kindest boyfriend ever." He kisses you on the cheek and you continue, "I know you're nervous, but you'll be okay. We'll be together all night. You won't ever lose me. And I refuse to hear you talk about yourself as worthless and think that. You're worth the weight of the world in gold. You're the love of my life and you're perfect to me. I love every side of you." You kiss and he says, "Ok, if we are going, we should leave before I back out. And, warn me, next time you say my full-time, I felt like I was in trouble." You laugh and you leave the apartment.

Carmy drives you both downtown and you use the valet at the restaurant. It's free valet tonight, but we're allowed to tip.

Outside the restaurant, one of your coworkers waves and walks up with their partner. The coworker says, "Hi, I'm Pippa and I work with Y/N. This is my partner, Jennifer." I introduce Carmy to them and meet Jennifer. We all head inside and ask to be seated at the table together. I know Pippa and she's a good person. She's also very passionate about food. I've met Jennifer once or twice when she drops lunch off for Pippa at work. She seems cool. They should get along with Carmy and not make him feel anxious.

Drinks are being ordered. I know Carmy is still working on staying away from alcohol and being clean. I'm so proud of his journey with it so far. I lean over to Carmy and say, "Check out their Clean Cocktails. It's their version of mocktails and they're really good." He kisses me on the cheek and says, "Thanks babe."

We then get up to get a salad from the salad and appetizer bar. Carmy gets excited to see the fresh fruit and hot fresh bread. The restaurant has some pepper that makes him excited since it's hard to get, so he tells the chef behind the bar that he is the head chef at The Bear and he wants to know more about how they use it/cook it. The chef behind the salad bar says he will send the head chef to talk to Carmy about it after the salad servings are out. This excites Carmy and you're so happy that he is happy.

You both mingle with a few people as you walk back. You can tell some of their eyes linger on Carmy an extra second or just stare weirdly at you both, so you try to keep moving.

As you're eating the salad, the head chef of the restaurant walks up and asks if we want to see the exclusive inside of the preparation of the peppers as well as the meat. Pippa, Jennifer, Carmy, and I follow him to the back. We learn about their process and they let Carmy try, which makes the head chef intrigued. You all try them hot off the pan and they're so good. We then head back to our seats.

The entrees are served and you notice your boss walking over with his wife. Note about your boss, he thinks he's the best boss and the smartest person in the room at all times. His wife is super fake and clearly is only with your boss for the money. Your boss exclaims, "Hello Pippa and Y/N! I don't believe I have had the pleasure of meeting either of your plus ones yet tonight." Pippa says, "This is Jennifer and she's one of my best friends. You also might recognize her from The Chicago Bandits Pro Softball Team. She's the pitcher and the captain of the team." Jennifer shakes your boss' hand. Your boss says, "It's nice that you were able to make it. I'm sure practice keeps you busy." Jennifer replies, "It's the off-season, so I was able to be here. It's a lovely dinner." Your boss nods. To cut the tension, you exclaim, "It is a great event. This is my boyfriend, Carmen Berzatto. He's the head chef and owner of the restaurant, The Bear." Your boss' wife says, "One of my girlfriends said you had lovely appetizers and a fine wine selection." Carmy smiles and says, "I'm glad, tell her thank you. I helped hand-select our whole menu and think it all pairs well with our wines. Our sommelier hand selects it all as well." Your boss asks, "I'm glad to hear you have a sommelier. Do you think that we could get a reservation there for Tuesday at 7:15?" BRUH wtf?!?!?! The Bear is usually full at peak dinner times and most reservations are already fully booked. Carmy pulls out his phone and says, "Sure, enter your details. I'll send a confirmation of the reservation. We'd be pleased to have you." Your boss enters his details and asks, "Will you be working that night?" Carmy answers, "Yes sir, I will." Your boss hands Carmy his phone back and replies, "Good, we want the best experience." Carmy replies, "My staff is highly trained and all have completed training with chefs worldwide. And, my sous chef is the expediter as well. You have nothing to worry about." Your boss nods and then asks, "How did you go behind the scenes tonight? I saw that you all met the head chef too. It took me forever to meet him. I thought he was avoiding me." And for good reason lol ... You exclaim, "Carmen was talking to them about their peppers. The head chef had heard of The Bear and knew of Carmen's work from NYC as well as here, so he was excited to invite us back into the kitchen. They gave us a tutorial on preparing them, and we tried them hot fresh off the pan." Your boss nods and then leaves with his wife. That was weird, ok.

When they're far away, you ask, "Is there even space free at The Bear on Tuesday?" Carmy says, "We always save a few tables for walk-ins, so yes." You reply, "You should put them by the bathroom." Carmy replies, "No, I'm not that mean." Pippa says, "You should spit in their food." Carmy replies, "I don't want it to bite either of you in the butt if he hates it. They won't be at a prime table, but I'll make sure my staff are on their best behavior. I'll even stop by to check in on their meal." Pippa says, "Don't give them a discount. They have the money." Jennifer says, "You're so evil, babe." Pippa laughs. You say, "Yet there was no lie in what Pippa said."

Dinner finishes and light desserts are served. It's sorbet, which is cold and refreshing. Your boss thanks everyone on the microphone and everyone is reminded to pick up the free swag bags by the door prepared by his wife.

Pippa, Jennifer, Carmy, and I leave together. The swag bag includes a bottle of wine, soap made by the boss' wife, socks with your work logo, and extra pens with your work logo.

You tip the valet and you get in the car.

At your apartment, you strip off the dress and slide on one of Carmy's shirts and your pajama bottoms. You go into the bathroom to wash your face of make-up. Carmy walks in, wraps his arms around your waist, and says, "I'm glad I went tonight. I liked being with you. I also will admit that I liked your friends. Pippa and Jennifer were cool. I don't like your boss or his wife. They kind of suck." I laugh and reply, "Yeah, they're not the best. Why did you give them a table this week at your restaurant? Also, I need to rinse my face." You move slightly out of his arms to wash your face then you say, "Ok, we can go to bed." Carmy holds your hand and you both get into bed. You exclaim, "I loved being with you tonight. You're the best boyfriend for going and for putting up with my boss. I feel like I didn't get to show you off as much as I could have. I forget how many people I dislike at work and don't want to speak to. Ugh, I wanted to tell everyone how cool you are and why you're a catch." He laughs, kisses the side of your head, and says, "Baby, it's okay. I think you're a catch too. I'm sure people saw us together and thought we were just the hottest couple." You laugh and say, "I mean we are." He kisses you as he laughs with you.

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[blackbrd]

hiya! Would you be willing to write something with jj x female reader with something cnc/dubcon related (preferably with dom jj) but with a happy ending

suck them

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Fandom: criminal minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

Genre: smut !

Warnings: 18+, dubcon, fingering, pussy eating

The BAU were walking back to the hotel they were staying at after a case and you offered to walk Jj back to her hotel room. She made some joke about you being her knight in shining armour as she passed Derek.

“Hey, babe. We should go out sometime.” You looked at her with a puzzled expression.

“We go out all the time.” Jj smiled a little too sweetly for your liking.

“Come on, you really don’t know what I mean?” Jj’s hand trailed your torso, down to your thigh. She squeezed you through your black pants, her nails slightly biting into your skin underneath.

You blushed at the attention, the light sting of Jj’s nails making you gasp.

You let out a light laugh, waving off the small comment.

“Oh, I’m not joking,” Jj took the five steps to put herself directly in your path.

“I’m horny with all this pent up energy. Don’t you feel it, too?” She nipped at the space between your lips. You did feel it, but it wasn’t as intense for you. It was a slow building warmth, but it also sent a shiver down your spine, the way Jj was looking at you.

Why did you feel like prey? Why was your heart hammering out a thrilled, but anxious rhythm for this Agent you weren’t even sure about three weeks ago? Jj slowly moved her hands to rid you of your jacket. As the garment hit the floor, Jj took the opportunity to openly check out your figure.

“Wow baby, you’re hot. Like, really hot.” You backed away as Jj attempted to invade your space. You found yourself backing into the doorway of Jj’s hotel bedroom. You couldn’t stop your track. Not with Jj giving you no time or space to think as she kept backing up until…

The back of your knees hit the bed and you fell on your back. Jj smiled wickedly down at you.

“I think you wanted me to catch you,” Jj sprung on you, caging you on top of the bed.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I saw you.” You swallowed. You didn’t know why you were reacting like this.

“I’m not into girls…” You spoke the thought aloud.

“Are you sure? You ever been with a girl, honey?” Your hair went flying as you shook your head vigorously no.

“Then how do you know you don’t like them?” Your breath caught in a silent gasp. Jj stuck her tongue out, starting at your wrist, licking a straight line all the way up your body, pausing to taste your collar bone, tracing the vein in your neck, until she finally zeroed in on a spot just under your right ear.

You mewled, confused by the actions of your body. Jj nibbled for just a minute before pulling back, her bright blue eyes capturing yours in a trance.

“What do you say, baby? Wanna get down and dirty with me?” The noise you made in response could only be described as mangled.

You stare at each other for no more than ten seconds when you collided in a desperate kiss. The pull between you couldn’t be ignored any longer. You didn’t know which of you leaned in first. All you knew is that yes, you did want Jj to fuck you. You weren’t sure exactly how it would work or if you’d like it, but your body and mind didn’t care in the moment.

Jj’s tongue forced its way into your mouth, dominating yours. It felt good to give up control to the blonde.

Ever since you became an agent, all you had were responsibilities. You were expected to take charge in every situation, and here was Jj, willing to take it all from you.

You relaxed, sinking into the mattress as Jj kept up her assault with her tongue. Once you were pliant, Jj peeled your pants off and tore your panties until she could enter one finger inside you.

Your hips bucked causing Jj’s digit to sink in a few centimeters. It wasn’t enough. You didn’t want to be teased. The need to be touched was growing.

Jj dropped to her knees on the ground in front of the bed. She grabbed on to your thighs, sliding one hand to the curve of your ass.

Jj gave you the sluttiest, most mischievous look she could and then, not so gently, began to ram her tongue into your pussy. Once you were soaked and properly begging, Jj moved her mouth to your clit.

She licked short, fast strokes until your clit was stiff, standing out against your lips, before sucking it into her mouth and pounding your pussy with two fingers, hooking one of them to find that sweet spot. The second Jj put pressure on your g-spot, you came hard. You rocked your hips until you came down and Jj casually removed her fingers.

She offered the fingers to you, placing them to barely graze your bottom lip. You automatically opened your mouth in post orgasm shock.

Jj slid her fingers down to the last knuckle and commanded, “suck them.”

In a trance, you complied, mentally noting that your taste, while not exactly pleasant, wasn’t that bad either.

[a-aexotic]

hi can i request a katniss x fem! reader imagine angst + comfort :))

hi love! ofc i can, i hope u enjoyed it<3

a/n: this is set at the end of mockingjay part 2 when katniss breaks down after seeing prims cat !! this scene made me breakdown with her it looked so real, idk how jennifer never got an oscar for this scene

c/w: ANGST ANGST ANGST!!!!!! your heart will break, glass breaking, mental breakdown, crying, idk if theres more but dw it's a fluffy ending

The death of Primrose Everdeen was the worst thing to ever happen to Katniss.

Katniss tried and tried again to protect her all for her to die in the very end. All her best efforts had ended in vain; she had finally lost the one person she wholeheartedly loved. The one person who reminded her of innocence.

It was hard for you to see Katniss bottle up her feelings. It had been a few days since you both had come back to District 12 in the Victor's Village.

Katniss had not opened up one bit but you weren't surprised. You've know Katniss your entire life and you knew she thought that emotion was 'weakness'. She also know you had loses as well; she wanted to be the strong one.

You were both sitting on the couch; you were reading whilst Katniss was staring blank ahead, seemingly in deep thought.

"Katniss."

She didn't look your way. You slowly touched her hand, startling her before she sighed.

"Katniss, how are you... how are you feeling?" You whispered. You'd been holding off this question since you'd gotten home. You didn't want to suffocate her and she needed time. But you were worried.

"Fine, Y/N. Just tired." She said, her voice monotone. You looked unconvinced but she gave you a tired smile. You sighed and nodded.

"Okay, you can take a nap. I'll be right upstairs, okay?"

She nodded as you walked away and she took you up on that offer, falling asleep on the couch.

Not even 5 minutes go by and she hears some clattering in the kitchen. She got up slowly, walking into the kitchen and Prim's cat, Buttercup.

Her heart dropped, her body becoming suddenly tense as she looked at the cat. It meowed.

"She's gone." Katniss said sternly. The cat meowed again, making Katniss become upset. "Get out."

"Get out! She's gone!" Katniss had become overwhelmed with emotion, taking a glass and throwing at the orange cat. "Prim is gone!"

You heard the shouts from downstairs, making you jump and you ran downstairs, your heart beating fast and you feel like you're back in the war again. You saw Katniss throwing the glass and you ran to her.

"Katniss!"

She ignored you, taking another glass and throwing it at the cat. "She's dead! And she's not coming back!" She screamed, her eyes and face red with emotion at this point. You tried your best to hold back a sob as you saw your lover in so much pain.

You grabbed her arm as she screamed, "Get out! Get out!"

The cat, surprisingly, was still in the house, stubborn. She immediately leaned on the counter as she sobbed. You grabbed her shoulder and she turned around, leaning into you as she sobbed harder and harder.

You put a hand on her face, watching as her lips tremble and her eyes puffy with tears. You embraced her tightly, caressing her hair slowly as you shushed her. "I'm here, I'm here, it's okay. I'm here, I'm with you."

Your presence calmed her as she took some deep breathes. "You're safe with me honey, don't worry. I'm here. You don't have to be brave with me, okay?"

She moved her face into your neck, sniffling as she embraced you. You felt her calm more and more as her breathing became more normal. You kissed her head comfortingly. "I love you, Kitty."

She let of your embrace, looking back at the orange act, her lips trembling once more.

She started petting it as it meowed again, leaning into her touch. She then grabbed it, hugging it as she started to cry once more. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

You then turned her around, grabbing her face and wiping her tears with your finger. "You didn't do anything wrong."

She knew that you didn't mean with just with the cat. She knew that you knew that she felt guilty for Prim's death. As she surveyed your face and your eyes, she was suddenly met with an intense feeling of gratefulness.

She was thankful for whatever higher power had sent you to her. She knew that she wouldn't have survived with you. She leaned in, pressing her lips against yours in a tight kiss.

"I love you." She whispered. You smiled as you looked down and pet Buttercup, looking back up at Katniss.

"I love you, too, Kitty."

[lotties-ashwagandha]

If your requests are open

Could you do an older Lottie matthews x reader and reader is on her period gets really bad cramps and just feels sad or whatever and Lottie helps her and makes her feel better

🫶

REMEDY

pairing: lottie matthews x fem!reader

word count: 888 (angel number woo)

notes and warnings: i love my murderous cult leader wife so much,, also this is not proofread

It was barely 9:30 in the morning and you were already craving to go back to bed. 

You’d just finished teaching a meditation class at the wellness center (A/N: we’re calling it a wellness center instead of a cult lmao) you owned with Lottie. You had almost fallen asleep twice while meditating in the class, and as you were dismissing everyone you’d started to feel lightheaded. 

The pain was too much. Every time you moved it felt like knives were being shoved into your uterus, and every step you took seemed to take every last bit of your energy.

You laid down on your yoga mat at the front of the meditation room, closing your eyes. You had around a half hour before your next class, and if you could just get a few minutes of sleep-

A horrible cramp wracked your body, and you sucked in a breath, trying to wait it out. It was one of the worst pains you’d experienced, and it came in waves, never ending. 

You didn’t notice the door opening, didn’t hear footsteps, were completely oblivious to the presence of anyone else until you felt Lottie’s hand on your abdomen, running up and down soothingly. She’d sat down next to you, on the edge of the purple yoga mat, and her very presence led you to feel even the slightest bit better. 

“Honey,” she said, and you opened your eyes, “are you okay?” 

You nodded, sighing as you sat up. 

“Cramps?” She asked, pulling you closer until you were leaning into her, your head on her shoulder and her arms wrapped around you.

“I took two Ibuprofen just a little bit ago and it didn’t work,” you said, distraughtly confirming her theory. Along with the unbearable pain, your emotions were heightened. Any minor inconvenience made you feel like crying and throwing things — often it did result in crying at the very least. “I have two more meditation classes to teach and a fucking yoga class.” You were on the verge of tears, though you knew it was stupid. 

“No, you don’t.” She said simply. She ran her hand up and down your back, then moved to massage your shoulders gently. “Take the day to rest. I’ll cancel all of my sessions too and we can stay in and we can watch movies.” 

“Lottie, you can’t just cancel all of your sessions on a whim.” 

She shrugged, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Why not?” 

You smiled softly, relishing in the comfort her presence provided. “Alright, but if we’re watching movies we’re watching real movies. No more National Geographic or weird herbal remedy documentaries.” 

“Why, so you can fantasize about leaving me for Jennifer Garner?” 

“I mean…” 

She shoved you lightly, standing with a small smile. “I might just keep my sessions scheduled, then.” 

“No,” you whined, standing. “I’d choose you over Jennifer Garner any day.” 

She shook her head, taking your hand and leading you out of the meditation room. “I think you’re sleep deprived.” 

“I think you’re sleep deprived enough to come lie down with me.” 

As soon as the two of you reached your bedroom, you collapsed onto the bed. It was the only relief you’d felt all day, and though you were still being battered by cramps you found solace in the simple fact that you didn’t have to get up for the rest of the day if you didn’t want to. You could sleep, watch shitty old movies with your Lottie, let it all pass. 

“Lottie?” you said, your eyes closed. 

No response. 

Sighing, you opened your eyes, finding nothing but the absence of your wife. After a moment you adjusted your pillows, slipping under the covers. 

The TV was still set on National Geographic when you turned it on, and had you not been in so much pain it would have made you smile. Death Becomes Her was playing on the next channel, and you left it, letting your eyes close and drifting back into a light sleep. 

After what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes the bed dipped beside you, and you jolted awake. Lottie was waiting with a cup of tea and a heating pad, both of which you took gratefully. You knew the tea was one of her herbal remedies, which amused you in the slightest bit. They never really worked, whether they were in smoothie or tea form, but she was absolutely convinced that they did, and you loved it. She was even trying to teach Lisa how to make them. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, and she nodded, pulling you into her. You buried your head in her neck, letting yourself be completely enveloped by her, letting her take over all of your senses simply by being there with you. 

“Get some rest, baby,” she said softly, combing her fingers through your hair lightly, “I’m right here.” 

You knew she would change the channel back to National Geographic once you were asleep – you didn’t care. You were content just to be in her arms at last, content because you knew you would stay there. It wasn’t her herbal teas or smoothies that were remedial, it was her, in every way that she just rested with you, comforted you. 

Even, really, in her nature documentaries you loathed so much. 

[gr00vyminibus]

✨The Wiz, AU ✨

Jennifer honey x Black fem

Summary : Matilda ends up lost in the world of oz and after an uncanny encounter with you (a previous worker to the wicked witch of the west), you have made it your mission to care for her and make sure she returns home but due to a run in with the poison poppies you've got one more traveller on board.

Warnings: if you haven't watched this movie you will be so heavily confused, I suggest watching this movie on a platform such as Netflix before you read this.

Will include: You're very protective and Jennifer is literally a darling. Matilda's tries to promote peace cause you won't hesitate to scuffle some. Fluff honestly and this story won't follow all the events of the Wiz nor will they have the original characters in tow. If there any spelling errors sry xp

Taglist : @nanajen8 @mybonafidefeelings @masterajoy314 @blacksapphhicmaddonna

•

"She is knocked out." You stroke matildas hair as Jennifer smiles and points the remote towards the TV so it can switch off.

"She's probably in the dreamland of oz now."

"Mhm, night baby." You leaned forward and peck her lips as she gets under the cover more comfortably.

"Goodnight darling."

••

Jennifer hovered over the unconcious soul in a horrid looking stitched up suit that looked all to wickedky familiar which is a fine reason why they shouldn't be here right now. She came in this room to think and here layed the body. Lolled out on the poppy slides toungue.

"Why would the wicked witch of the west send one of ha workers here? We ain't do nothin' wrong." There also three other poppies who stood over the body and they looked at Jennifer like she was responsible for the issue.

"Why are you all staring at me like I did it?" She questioned in thick English accent.

"I don't know?... best take care of it." a pink poppy shrugged as she walked off and the others followed with murmurs of an agreement. Jennifer sputtered and called out to them but they purposefully ignored her.

"I didn't sprinkle the freaking glitter." She put her hands on her hips and opted to just leave them here but her eyes found a zipper on the facial part of the suit, right above their forehead. She was reluctant but curiosity was practically poking at her senses, egging her on and encouraging her manicured hand to reach out and pinch the zipper.

"Goodness, I already have my hands on it." She grimaced and yanked it down some before yelping like it burned. But it didn't and she realized her theatrical antics weren't necessary so she straightened her posture and had an internal peptalk before zipping the rest down to the neck.

Jennifer swallowed and parted the mask apart to shockingly reveal a young woman sound asleep, she had naturally arched brows and round eyes with the cutest nose and plump lips.

"Oh.." she continued on until the limit was at you stomach, you only wore a yellow bracelet and some type of short yellow skirt that she almost mistaked for shorts.

"If I want to wake her I'd have to cry.." She leaned away and paced back and fourth, racking her thoughts on how to be vulnerable in this moment. Then she sucked her teeth and realized there was no way you could just cry for a stranger until sound of a elevator caught her attention.

The doors on the other side of the room opened slowly and reaveled a young girl that panted like she ran for miles.

"Y/n!" Jennifer watched with wide eyes as the child ran across her and rapidly checked the passed out womans face for any injuries, that is until she came to the realization that one, she was seeing her guardian for the first time and two, they weren't alone.

"S-sweetheart, how did you end up here in poppy land?"

"I don't talk to strangers." The young girl cradled your head on her lap and scanned Jennifer over with a frown that reflected off of her face.

"Well, excuse me I was just trying to help your friend out over here"

"Why? what did you do!"

"What did I do? you should be asking my sisters that darling not me."

"Will she ever wake up?" The girl muttered more so to herself as Jennifer was still confused about how she got here, "I'll tell you how to wake her up if you give me your name?" She walks over to her and crouches down near your body with a kind smile.

"Matilda."

"That's pretty, I'm Jennifer but you can call me Jenny for short" she nods subtly and Jennifer can't help but find her adorable, "all you have to do is cry for her." Matilda furrows her brows.

"Th..thats all?"

"Yes but they can't just be any tears, they have to be filled with pure love." matilda looked at you and thought about all those times you protected her against any threats. You also didn't like for her to travel on her feet much so you carried her on your back and always listened silently to her late night stories.

Her eyes began to sting and Jennifer felt a warmth within her when the first two tears rolled halfway down her fair cheeks and onto your brown ones.

"I think she's starting to wake up?" Your breaths began to deepen and become more audible as your eyelids twitched and revealed your eyes. Even with a blurry vision you still recognized the small brunette by your side.

But the sparkling red figure with cocoa skin and full curls made you blink twice.

"Y/n you're awake!" You accepted the child's quick hug with comforting hand on her back until you realized your suit was unzipped. Your eyes widened slightly at the discovery of your own skin and body that you hadn't seen in years.

As you stared down at yourself, Jennifer spoke up.

"I had unzipped your suit not too long ago, I can get you a change of clothes if you'd like?" You looked straight at her and leaned forward until the proximity was close enough for your noses to touch, Jennifer kept leaning back with nervous expression until her bottom met the floor.

When you continued getting close she shut her eyes and turned away, "Tilda a little help here!?"

"Y/n she's a nice poppy don't worry!" But you didn't let up, in the Oz you needed more than words for the truth.

"You should look at her, it makes her feel more at ease. Especially with strangers" Jennifer's petrified whereas matilda's trying to hold her laugh in.

"Okay, fine!" She cracked an eye open and then the other as you slowly leaned back. When you realized she wasn't a threat your hand extended out to matilda as you stood up on your slightly wobbly feet.

"Come on." She gapped at your croaked voice as you began to walk out.

"You could talk all this time! And your suit, you work for the wicked witch of the west?"

"..." there was no reason in denying it but you didn't own her an answer.

"Tell me how long?"

"Will you leave us be, if I do."

"Sure!" You rolled your eyes and answered, "Twelve years."

"Where are you headed?"

"None of your business." She scoffed and tried to catch up with you. Jennifer being the obvious poppy out could stroll outside poppy land without any of them caring about her safety and she'd follow you both for miles if she truly wanted.

Plus you really mysterious and pretty so why not.

"I could help?" She followed you down the staircase as you sighed.

"What's in it for you?"

"Nothing! I just want-" You suddenly turned around as she almost crashed into you hadn't she held onto the railing. You zipped up your suit to its neck as she scanned your agitated expression.

"Look, we don't need you accompanying us on our journey. I've been responsible for matilda for quite some time now and I don't take kindly to strangers so for your own good go back to making glitter traps and stop following us."

She stood frozen in shock as you continued to make your way down the steps with the young girl.

"Um.. rude much?" She mumbles to herself before watching you both leave through an exit. After a couple of moments she rushed down the steps and discreetly followed you both anyway.

••

"She thinks she's being sneaky but she's not.." matilda giggles and you chuckle down at her as you switch your conjoined hands so matilda doesn't walk into a pile of rubble.

"She does huh, stand right here I'll only take a second." Matilda nods as you round a corner and walk as quiet as possible so you can catch the poppy but she's not as easy as you think. She creeps past the plastic garbags until she passes Matilda and the girl gasps which alerts you in the distance.

You come to the spot you left the child and their Jennifer is holding her like a sheild.

"Tell her matilda."

"Don't hurt her" Matilda sighs.

"Seriously, why are you so violent!" You walk closer until the only thing truly separating you both is matilda.

"Let her go." you grabs matilda's hand but she still hold her close which makes you raise your brows at her.

"Promise you won't hurt me." The way you scanned her down wad ridiculing but her delusion says your openly checking her out as she shifts on her pumps.

"I promise."

"Promise what?"

"You silly goose.." Matilda bursts out laughing as she furrowed her brows and looked down, "what'd she say?" The child giggled some more catching her breathe, "she called you a silly goose" Jennifer glanced back up at you and saw happiness swirl in your eyes at the child's reaction until you returned back to a cold facade.

"whatever.. you promised so," she let go of matilda and you stared at her for a moment before shortly bucking, the way she yelped made you both express more amusement.

You walked around with matilda now and neared the sunny horizon with an upcoming yellow brick road. She rubbed the space her heart was at and exhaled.

"You following poppy?" You called out and she caught up with you both as she huffed.

"It's JENNIFER, poppy's my sirname."

•••

Matilda swung by the link of your hands and you didn't mind, your eyes were straight ahead and narrowing at the hue of green and you could've shouted then and there when you saw towers and buildings of shimmering green come into veiw.

"Guys.." Jennifer hummed and looked at you before following your wide eyes in the direction of, "EMERALD CITY!" Matilda ends up running and you instantly catch up with her while Jennifer excitedly follows behind.

You three reach a large green vault which seems like an entryway but two guards stand at the door with stern faces and a firm demeanor. You look yourself over before stepping forward, "Sir, we came to see the Wiz."

"You'll have to go to the front." Matilda speaks up next, "But sir we really came a long way and I was really hoping to get my wish." The guards looked down at her and stopped at her twinkling silver slippers.

"Do come in." The vault opened and you three made your way inside, crawling over the heap of crystal so you could peer at the dancing circle of men and women. They were wearing green at the moment and strutting in a synchronized formation that could have anyone mesmerized.

You glanced at Jennifer and Matilda basically gawking at the wonderful show of green, "Guys we can't watch for long."

"Please y/n, can we watch for a bit?" The girl begged.

"Yeah, it won't hurt" Jennifer added and you sighed before silently watching the performance.

I want to be seen, green

Wouldn't be caught dead, red

Cause if you are seen, green

It means you've got mean, bread

After a few more minutes the performance was cut short with multiple trumpets and a single sitcom.

"An announcement from the Great and powerful Oz!"

I THOUGHT IT VER AND GREEN IS DEAD, TILL' I CHANGED MY MIND.. THE COLORS RED.

You noticed that the walking camera focused on who followed the dress code and Jennifer was clad in a ruby red dress so you had an idea.

"Jennifer get on the camera!"

"How?" You pointed to the rotation crowd, "go in the crowd and perform" She flipped her curls with a smirk and stood up, "don't have to tell me twice" Jennifer blended in nicely and strutted to the rythym until she saw the camera.

Her hand raised elegantly in the air before flailing and you caught the message while you grabbed matildas hand and ran to the cameraman to be put on the screen but it walked away at your unmatching appearences.

You furrowed your brows, "How will we get to the wiz if the cameras don't want to see us?" Matilda squeezed your hand for comfort. If you succeded in getting her home that would fully pay your debt to Matilda for saving you.

If somehow through any reality or possibility could you not fufill that for her, you'd be heartbroken.

Jennifer stepped off the yellow platform and jogged to you both, she noticed your stressed state and looked at Matilda who looked pitiful.

"Hey y/n, he'll see us somehow-" the trumpets cut Jennifer and caught everyone's undivided attention.

LAST WEEK WHEN YOU ALL WAS WEARING PINK ALREADY FOR ME RED WAS OLD,

THE ULTIMATE YELLOW BRICK IS GOLD.

Matilda looked at the both of you and was fear stricken into thinking and brainstorming, almost getting in over her head when she remember something.

"We should show the camera my shoes, I think thats what got us here in the first place?" Your lips parted as you held matildas face in realization.

"Wonderful idea, and I think I can lure the cameraman to you both with my outfit under my suit"

"Right because yellow should be close enough?"

"Yeah" you smile at her for the first time before dissapearing behind a glowing pyramid and shedding off your suit. Jennifer stands on the side as you enter the circle and weirdly walk while everyone's dancing.

Maybe its the upbeat tempo that you're not used to following or the vibrant auras moving around like a golden storm.

You're used to dancing to degrading songs from the wicked witch but now it's time to change. You study each person's movements and nod to yourself.

"Look at y/n!" Jennifer grins at your graceful balter along platform, slightly calculated yet free and loose. The piano made you twirl on your feet as you pleasantly landed into someone's arms.

They took your hand and strutted forward with their leading hips as you found yourself genuinely grinning.

You got to be seen gold

Watch out for the new kind

You've got to have old gold

Like some from a gold mine

The camera man slowly walked by and you unlinked your arms from the circle, beckoning it to follow you until he caught Jennifer and Matilda in the frame.

"Look at my shoes!" The camera tilted down and all of sudden the music came to another stop. The screen displayed matildas silver slippers and people gasped before the sitcom came on.

"Send up the one with the silver slippers."

••

"I guess this is where our journey ends, matilda." she stood right before the elevator as you crouched in front of her with a sad smile.

"Thank you for everything." You stroke a hair behind her ear with a soft 'you're very welcome' as she wraps her arms around your neck. "You could come with me?"

"... I can't, you need to go back home to California. I'll be fine. We'll be fine." You looked up at Jennifer as she nodded and patted the child's back.

"I'll miss you two." She moved to Jennifer to hug her legs and the poppy bended down to kiss the top of her head.

"We will miss you aswell, sweetheart. Go home safe." Matilda pulls awat and steps back into the elevator as you both wave goodbye. When the elevator closes you slowly stand up and stare at the sealed doors, Jennifer cautiously links your arms and conjoined your hands as you sigh.

"Know she'll be in good hands."

"You're right.." her thumb swipes against the back of your hand as she leads away from the elevator.

"I don't know what to do now." You furrow your brows and Jennifer makes you both stop.

"... Want to figure that out with me?" Now you truly take in her sincerity and your heart starts to pound in your ears, "I guess.. yes?" You faintly smile and she kisses your cheek ever so softly.

"Sorry! that's a habit." you aren't sure if you should scold her or accept the fuzzy feeling that she's created with a mere touch of her lips.

"I kiss my sisters cheeks all the time when I'm greeting them or saying.. bye..so I-I just- you know" Jennifer trails off and you raise a brow.

"Well you're not saying bye to me are you?" Her face heats up as you begin walking with her again, and her speechlessness makes you chuckle.

[chas3supremacist]

delicate pov.

pairing/s: Allison Cameron x Fem!Reader, platonic Robert Chase x Fem!Reader, brief James Wilson x Daughter!Reader

summary: tales of the second, third, and hundredth time you saw Dr. Chase try to make a move on your girlfriend.

CW: angst, Chase’s unrequited and unreciprocated love for Cameron, a lack of dialogue??? Cameron is a canon lesbian idgaf

word count: 1600 words

a/n: oh god. my second house fic. Another mid classic from Amy less go, as always, feedback is always appreciated!!! I am also very gay for Jennifer Morrison!!!

At this point in your and Allison’s relationship, you were regretting having such great taste in women - Your girlfriend was easily one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, and it was blatantly clear that you were not the only person who thought so. In the 6 months you had been seeing Allison, it had taken 3 of the 6 months for you to notice the way that Chase looked at her - He looked at her like he loved her. At first, you had brushed it off - you knew that she wasn’t interested in any man, never mind her co-worker. But then she started flirting back at him.

You watched the two of them discuss their case from across the room, you sat alone, deciding that you didn’t want to make yourself involved in something that didn’t concern you, even if it meant watching your girlfriend talk and almost flirt with the man who was deeply in love with her - It would have shocked you to see if it were not the first time you had noticed what was going on between the two. It hurt, but who were you to stick your nose where you weren’t wanted; You were just a paediatrician, nowhere near a diagnostician, even though House, on a few occasions had sought after your opinion - which he proceeded to insult but only after you were proved right. But you had grown to expect that from house - you had known him for most of your life since you were born from the first of your dads car crash marriage, House had been a part of your life since your parents divorce when you were 3 years old. Now, it felt like House was trying to piss you off for some reason - that he wanted Chase and Cameron to be together instead of you and her.

The third time you noticed them flirting was during a charity event that the hospital was hosting. Chase and Camerons ‘friendship’ had driven a wedge between you and your girlfriend, so much that you had been staying over at your dad’s for the past week - Not like Cameron noticed, she was too busy out late with Chase. You were so unsure of what to do. Did you risk losing the woman you loved over something so silly like her having a close male friend? No, you were just being paranoid, right? Right.

Wilson sighed as he watched you down another glass of champagne, looking at your girlfriend from across the room, nothing but admiration for her in your eyes.

“I can feel you watching me, dad,” You alerted your dad that you were aware of his presence behind you. “Don’t you have to following House around like a lost puppy?” Wilson knew that you were verging on drunk, so opted to take the empty champagne flute out of your hand, despite your protesting and furious pout.

“Why don’t you, I don’t know, talk to her?” You rolled your eyes at your dad’s suggestion - as if you hadn’t tried that already. “I’m just trying to help you, honey. I know that you love her,” Wilson had already had this talk with you - however, after considering your dad’s track record of marriages and failed relationships, you didn’t listen the first time when you were sober, so there was minimal chance of you listening when you were drunk. Wilson also knew that you weren't going to listen to him - but he thought it was better to try, he knew that you loved Cameron with everything in you, but it was hard to love her when all she did was spend time with Chase, a man so obviously in love with her.

"I do love her," You trailed off, looking over at her and Chase, watching as he leaned in to kiss her - but you looked away, you couldn't watch that. Your heart stopped as you turned your back on the two; You did, however, miss that Cameron smacked him for trying to make an advance on her. "I'm going home."

You were gone before your dad could try and convince you to stay, and before Cameron could find you.

She had grown tired of him now - of how he would always bring up old memories of their times out together; conveniently leaving all mentions of you out. She was tired of him flirting with her, despite her shutting him down every time, she didn't care if it was harmless flirting - it was harming her relationship with you. You had stopped taking your lunch break at the same time, you were always home late or working a nightshift. Cameron knew now that she had perhaps taken this thing with Chase too far - she knew that you were sometimes too shy or reserved to speak about how you were actually feeling, you were a people pleaser, even if it meant you would lose your girlfriend. She watched as you sat by yourself in the cafeteria, you looked exhausted, your concealer barely minimising the bags under your eyes - Cameron's heart broke at the very sight of you. Ignoring whatever Chase was talking about, she made her way over to you, sitting down on the chair in front of you.

"Y/N?" You looked up at the familiar mention of your name, giving your girlfriend a weak smile as you looked up at her. 

"Hey," You greeted her quietly, a dam of tears building behind your eyes, frightened if you spoke any louder than you did, that the dam would break. "Is Chase not here today?" You questioned her in the same quiet voice as before, you weren't in any way being snarky; as of late, it just felt like you were an afterthought to your girlfriend. Letting out a defeated sigh, she frowned and reached out to hold your hands.

"I know I've been a terrible, terrible, girlfriend recently," She started, looking you in the eyes, trying to be as sincere as possible - she needed you to know how much she loves you, to know how much she admires you for every single thing you do, for how much you love her from the deepest corners of her heart despite everything. "And I know that you'll tell me that it's okay but it's not. I never meant to make you feel this way and I feel terrible for doing this to you, but I need you to know that I love you, Y/N." You looked at her blankly as she spoke. "Your dad told me that you left after the charity event after you saw Chase try to kiss me, but I need you to know that I didn't let him. I turned away from him and then I smacked him, I came to find you but you were gone by the time that I found your dad." She explained.

"And what about the flirting? Did you mean any of that?" You asked, a little louder than the last time you had spoke, your voice breaking. Cameron shook her head fervently, still holding your hands in hers.

"No. Not at all. I love you, and I know it doesn't feel that way but I love you so much Y/N, and I want you to come home, to our home," You knew she was being sincere, but how could you guarantee that she wouldn't immediately go back to being inseparable best friends with Chase. Sighing, you nodded. You accepted that you would just have to trust her word and that she loved you - You knew that trust was just as important as love was in any relationship, and you suspected that this was why your relationship had survived this hardship, because a part of you trusted Cameron to not get involved with Chase. "Please, come home."

"Okay, I'll come home."

-

Going home that night, you felt some sort of relief knowing that you'd be going home and that Cameron was definitely going to be there, waiting for you since she got off work before you did. As you opened the door to your shared apartment, you kicked your shoes off and hung up your jacket, making your way into the living room, where Cameron had fallen asleep on the couch, wrapped in your throw blanket. You smiled to yourself before kneeling down in front of Cameron, gently nudging her shoulder, laughing softly as she groaned.

"Hey sleepy," You greeted her jokingly, smiling as she gave a sleepy pout. "Come on, let's go to bed." You said quietly, taking your throw off of Cameron and folding it up, then placing it behind the couch on top of her own. You followed her to your bedroom, watching her get comfortable in bed as you stripped down and into your pyjamas then get into bed beside her.

"I love you...so so so so much," Cameron assured you, despite how obviously sleepy she was. You smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, smiling against hers as you finally felt settled once more in bed with the love of your life.

"I love you more."

[cleclercbaby]

Chasing Cars - Charles Leclerc

Charles Leclerc x Fem!FBI Agent!reader x Criminal Minds

Mentioned Cast: Criminal Minds Cast (Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau/JJ, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan)

Word Count: 2086

Warning: mention of guns, m*rder word, sh**ting, AND THIS IS MY FIRST TIME SO BEAR WITH ME🫶🏻

Location: Los Angeles (Made up location)

Summary: as a Supervisory Special Agent, your team have been assigned to a murder case which involved street robberies… but then Charles Leclerc comes into action. (Inspired by a CCTV footage of Charles chasing down his watch thieves.”

Abbreviation: UnSub (Unknows Subject- The criminals), B.A.U (Behavioral Analysis Unit)

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You put a black sunglasses as you get out of the airport. You and the rest of the Behavioral Analysis Unit Team split into two different SUVs as you, Reid, and Hotch go straight to the LAPD office while Derek, Emily, and JJ go to the crime scene. The case the B.A.U team is working on is about some murder that took place in Malibu with stealing expensive watches as the modus operandi. We believe that the UnSub is more than one person.

All the victims were found in the alleys and all of them have lost their expensive watches. The B.A.U team came to the conclusion that the victims had fought back the UnSub but instead got murdered in the middle of the fight.

Your team arrived at the LAPD office 5 minutes later. The LAPD has set up the office for your team. Hotch, Reid and you directly setting up the files and the map. Reid spent another minute doing the geographic profiling as you and Hotch talked to Sergeant Reyes about the evidence.

Hotch’s phone rings and it shows Garcia’s name on the screen. Penelope Garcia is our tech analysis. She’s doing her job back at our office in Quantico.

“Yes, Garcia. You’re on speaker.” Hotch says, his eyes still fixed on the victim’s pictures.

“I got the brand name of those expensive watches. Rolex and Richard Mille, they only stole these two brands.” She says as her typing sounds got faster. “The UnSub let go of 2 victims who wore another brand.”

“Do you have the name of those 2 victims?” You ask her.

“Of course, Honey. Their names are Jacob Rhodes and Lilian Harris. I’ve sent their addresses to your phone. Ciao!”

With that information, Hotch calls Derek to go to those addresses and talk to the victims.

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“Fuck!” You mutter under your breath as you try to control the steering wheels. You end up in this situation because Hotch asked you and Emily to watch the UnSub when Garcia sent the address of their whereabouts to the team. Your team have two UnSubs who match the profile. Greg Finn and Tyler Brendan.

You and Emily wait for them silently and patiently inside the car, until a man gets out of his car in front of the UnSubs. The UnSubs seem to know the man because they ask for something. You frown, thinking about the worst thing about the man being their leader or something, but then they hold up their phone to take a selfie with the man. What? Is that man a celebrity?

You try to look closely, but you just can’t see the face clearly. You’re not that far from them but they’re facing the opposite direction which makes it harder to see the man’s face. They seem good for a while until everything turns into chaos when the thieves run to their car as the man shouts at them.

“Merde! My watch!” He shouts while he abruptly gets into his car, trying to get ahold of the thieves car.

You and Emily are trailing behind him and my god! He is fast. “Watch out!” Emily yells.

“Fuck!” You mutter under your breath as you try to control the steering wheels. “How is he driving so fast?”

“Girl, he’s driving a Ferrari. Of course he is fast.” Emily replies, as it is so obvious.

“Damn! We need to get one so we can be fast when catching the criminals.” You joke, trying to ease up the situation. Emily laughs, agreeing with you before she calls Derek to let him know where the UnSub is heading.

“I’m ready at the end of the road, bring them here Y/N.” Derek says through the speaker.

“Copy that.” You reply. “Their victim is chasing them too. It seems like they tried to ask for a selfie then stole the watch and ran afterwards.”

“There was no fight?” Now Hotch turns to ask through the speaker, “They just ran?”

“Yes, they just ran.” Emily answers him. “We’re close. Do you guys see them?”

“Alright. We’re gonna cut him from here.” Derek says then turn off the call.

“Wait the man’s car didn’t know Derek is gonna cut them off, he’s on high speed with a fucking Ferrari.” Realisation hits you as you think of the worst thing that will happen if he didn’t slow down.

“Damn it! You’re right.” Emily cursed, “I’m putting on the siren. Can you drive faster?”

“I’m trying. Might as well be an F1 driver after this case, though.” You groan, trying to drive faster so you can get to the man’s car. You’re not a big fan of driving this fast so you feel your hands are sweating. It makes you grip the steering wheels harder so you don’t slip.

Finally you’re trailing right behind the man. You try to overtake him but he’s driving like a freaking pro F1 driver. Fuck it! “Emily, turn off the siren and shout at him. I’ll try to get as close as possible. This man thinks he’s in F1 and doesn’t let me overtake.”

Emily does as you said. She turns off the siren then puts herself over the car window. “SIR. I’M SSA EMILY PRENTISS FROM FBI AND I ORDER YOU TO SLOW DOWN.” Emily shouts as loud as possible and you hope he hears him.

Thankfully, he heard her and slowed down his car so you finally can drive right beside him. You gesture your hand to ask him to roll down his window.

“Charles Leclerc?” You’re surprised and not surprised. Surprised because you never thought of seeing your favourite F1 driver here and not surprised because like you said, he’s driving like a pro F1 driver and my god, of course he drives a Ferrari.

You’ve always been a F1 fan but the job makes it hard to catch up with the races and the driver. Sure, he is your favourite but you don’t even know what type of Ferrari he drives daily. You rarely watch F1 races ever since you joined the B.A.U team 3 years ago. The day you get to watch it was on your phone while you were writing your report at the office.

“They stole my watch.” He says. My god his accent! You always love his accent.

“My team will cut him off. That’s why we ask you to slow down. Now I’m gonna go first and you need to trail behind me. Don’t overtake me because it would be dangerous as you’re their target.” You explain to him.

He nods, “Okay, Agent.”

“Y/N!! Is that Charles Leclerc? Your favourite F1 driver that you and Hotch talked about a lot?” Emily smiles, she can’t hide her excitement for you. She knows how much you idolised Charles.

“Yes. Oh my god, why should we meet in this situation? So chaotic.” You groan.

“Girl, are you kidding? This is the best situation. He might become your fan after this.” Emily says.

You roll your eyes, “Being my fan, my ass! I’m not that cool .”

“C’mon! You and I know that we’re really good at this job and we’re badass. How can he not become a fan after seeing you catching some criminals?”

You shrug, “I don’t wanna be delusional.”

As Emily would talk again, she got cut off by the scene in front of us.  There are Hotch and Derek pointing guns at the UnSubs while the UnSubs do the same. The LAPD officer also surrounded them with their guns pointing at them. They can’t go anywhere.

“Shit! They’re armed.” You cursed, then quickly parked the car. You and Emily get out of the car with your gun pointing at the UnSubs. One of them knows you’re there so now he’s pointing the gun at you and Emily. It’s Tyler.

“We both know this is useless. Lower your gun!” You demand, but they don't seem to be affected by you. “I said lower your gun!”

“Agent.” Charles calls you. Shit! You nearly forgot that he was there behind your car.

“Step back, Charles.” You say to him but your eyes don’t move from the UnSub. You can see Hotch look at Charles but quickly divert his attention back to the Unsub.

“We just need this watch.” Tyler says, “we don’t wanna cause any trouble.”

“You think we don’t know that you murdered those victims after you stole their watch?” Derek says to them.

Greg gulps. His face turns pale after hearing that information. Bold of them to assume that your team don’t know what they did.

“Just get down and we’ll talk more at the office.” Hotch says calmly, try to make the situation as safe as possible so nobody gets hurt and the UnSubs go to the custody alive. “We want to know more about you.”

Tyler seems to think about it. You knew from Garcia that Tyler is the submissive and Greg is the Dominant. So in this situation, Tyler is more likely to surrender. When Greg sees Tyler thinking about it, his instinct of flight or fight got the best of him as he knows they can’t flight, he points his gun to Charles, his finger is ready to fire the gun. But before he can do anything, you quickly shoot him right in the chest. Greg’s blood splatter to Tyler as he screams and puts down his gun.

Derek quickly gets Tyler and puts a handcuff on him while Hotch checks Greg’s heartbeat. He looks at me then shakes his head. It means Greg is dead.

You and Emily let out a sigh of relief. It was a clean shot and a clean take down even though one of the UnSub is dead. So you see it as a successful take down and glad it is over.

“I believe there’s someone who wants to talk to you.” Emily whispers to you.

You see Charles walking towards me with a smirk on his face. “I didn’t know an FBI agent could know my name.”

You chuckle, “My boss is a big fan of yours. Of course I know your name.”

“How about you?” Charles asks, furrowing his perfect brow.

“Me? How about me?” You ask him, confused about what he means.

“Are you a fan, too?” He asks me. His eyes fixed on yours.

“She’s a huge fan. A total tifosi but never had time to watch a full race because of the job.” Emily chimes. You guess she can’t take your bullshit anymore because she knows you probably say no.

Charles smiles. His dimples showing as he does it. Oh, how cute! “Glad to know a brave, badass FBI agent is a tifosi.”

“Not a big deal.” You mumble. “Alright, I’m a huge fan then what?”

“Then I would like to ask you to come to the paddock on Sunday. I have a race here.”

“Huh? Me? I—”

“She’ll come. I’ll make sure of it.” Emily says with a huge smile on her face. “She’s got VIP Access then?”

“Of course. I’ll arrange the VIP’s for the FBI Team. I’d be happy if you all want to come. This is the least I can do as a thank you for saving my life tonight.”

“You don’t have to do that. We’re just doing our job.” You stated, trying so hard not to scream yes when he said about the VIP thing.

Charles smirks and without saying anything to you, he walks to Hotch and Derek. He shakes their hands then talks to them a bit then looks at you with a big smile. 

“Your boss says yes.” He says when he is in front of you. “I’ll see you in the paddock.”

You smile, shaking your head. “Nice one, though”

He winks at you. HE FREAKING WINKS!! “I need your number for the VIP information.”

Trying so hard to control your scream, you give him your name card. He takes it with a smile then reads it. Oh stop smiling! Your heart can’t take his smile anymore. He’s too cute.

“Alright then, see you in the paddock Supervisory Special Agent Y/N Y/L/N”

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Whoa can't believe I made it here haha. please let me know what you think.

Ciao ciao.

All the love.

Edith

[naturesapphic]

Hi!! I hope your week is going good!! Could you do mommy jennifer tilly x female little, and her little keeps trying to steal Jennifer's chucky and tiffany dolls to play with them and gets caught red handed, but at the end jennifer finds a solution

P.S I'm so sorry if I request to much, it's okay if you don't wanna do this 😭😭😭

Toy thief

Mommy!jennifer Tilly x little!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression

Your mommy was busy on set filming for the new chucky series. The Tiffany and chucky doll was in your hands as you were playing with them without anyone knowing. That was until you heard footsteps and voices coming close to the door so you hurriedly put the dolls back where you found them and quickly went on the couch and pretended to be asleep. You heard your mommy and some other people come into the room and was talking about having the dolls for a specific scene.

You kept silent as you heard some shuffling and the shutting of the door, then that’s when you open your eyes to see that you were all alone. You looked around to the spot where you put back the dolls and saw that they did in fact take them. You started whining and stomped your foot in protest. How dare they took the things you were playing with! You always played with them without anyone knowing, including your mommy, you had a feeling she had her suspicions but never said anything to you.

You decided to go back and grab your dolls since you weren’t done playing with them. You quietly opened the door and sneakily went into set without anyone noticing and saw that the crew and staff were busy looking at something else so you took this as your sign to grab them and run off with them back to your room. You giggled happily and started back playing with them but not long after, everyone noticed that the dolls were gone and went off to search for them. Your mommy had a gut feeling and went to the room where she placed you at and found you playing with said dolls that everyone is trying to look for.

“Y/n? What are you doing sweetie? You know those dolls are only for the show. They aren’t toys.” She said softly but in a stern tone. “B-but I wuv playin wif dem mommy!” You pouted as tears prickled your eyes at the thought of you never playing with them again. Jennifer sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose and went out of the room. You whimpered when you saw that your mommy left, knowing she must be furious at you right now, but a few minutes later the director, don Mancini, came in followed in by your mommy and saw that they were hiding something behind their backs.

You gave them a innocent and confused look that made your mommy chuckle and went over to you and bent down to your eye level. “Don and I decided since you love the dolls so much and you take such good care of them, we decided to give you the extras we have for them. There’s only a few incase we need it but I trust that you will take good care of them IF we do need them.” She said as she revealing what was behind her back and showed you the chucky and Tiffany dolls that looks just like the ones you played with just now. You squealed happily and jumped into your mommy’s arms happily and started leaving kisses all over her face. “Tank chu tank chu mommy!” You thanked her over and over and she giggled as she held you in her arms and patted your bottom gently.

“And what do we say to mr. Don angel?” She reminded you and you gave him a big smile. “Tank chu mr. Don!” You happily said and he chuckled at your behavior. “Of course honey! Just make sure they aren’t too busted up!” He said with a smile and made his way out of the room but not before taking the real dolls with him. Your mommy turned her attention towards you and gave you a peck on your lips which made you go all shy and hide in her chest. She smiles and leaves a few kisses on the top of your head and places you back in your feet. “I have to go back and film for a bit but I’ll be done soon and we can go home and cuddle okay love bug?” She said and you nodded, smiling up at her. She gave you another kiss to your head and left the room with you alone, playing with your new dolls.

A/n: I hope you like this @yourcoolistjennifertillyfan ! And I hope the rest of y’all like it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Melanie martinez imagines are still open and billie eilish and my other characters! I love y’all! :)

[inlovewithgreta]

Flower Field — Miss/Jennifer Honey x Fem!Reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Synopsis: You have a picnic date with your sweet lover and things get heated up very quickly.

Warnings: Praise, thigh riding, overstimulation, semi-public sex, fingering, etc…

Word Count: 1.9k

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"Close your eyes." You urged your lover, earning a high raised brow and a small smile from her in response. "Now open your mouth." You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, picking up a chocolate covered strawberry and holding it between your fingers.

Jennifer followed your instructions, spreading her lips almost instantaneously.

You bring the fruit to her lips, the brunette sitting  in front of you slightly flinching at the sudden contact, but easing up after tasting the chocolate along her tastebuds. A small chuckle elicited from the woman as she opened her eyes after taking a chunk off the fruit.

Your eyes couldn't help but stare lovingly at the woman in front of you as she slowly finished eating the fruit. She looked ethereal in the sunlight. Pale skin seemed to glow from the suns light gaze, and hazelnut eyes shining brightly in your direction.

You were too caught up in her beauty to notice that she had asked you a question until the hand resting on your knee gave you a gentle squeeze, snapping you out of your daze.

"Hmm?" You knitted your brows in confusion.

Jennifer chuckled, curious eyes gazing into yours. "I said, do I have something on my face?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"You're staring at me."

"I can't help it." Your lips quirked into a small smile, "You're just so damn beautiful." You admitted, admiring the way her eyes lit up at your words.

She had the most captivating looking eyes you've ever seen. The kind that pulled you into a trance at just the slightest glance. She knew the impact she had on you whenever she glanced at you with those innocent looking eyes, and did it purposely whenever she could.

Tanned cheeks flushed when you tucked a short stray hair behind her ear. "You are the most precious thing I have ever laid my eyes on, my sweet angel." You pulled her face in with your hands on her cheeks, peppering her face with light kisses.

"I love you," She smiled against your lips.

"I love you more."

"How much more?" She questioned teasingly, hand sneaking up from your knee to your thigh.

"Someone's feeling a bit cheeky today, now is she?"

Your question got answered, not by words, but by the slightest tilt of her head and a subtle faux innocent expression that spread across her face.

"Let's just say I'm feeling a bit. . . adventurous today. After all, we do have the day to ourselves, and not a single person around us for miles." She lifted her sundress above her knees as she crawled into your lap, a sudden surprising burst of confidence coursing through her.

It made you happy seeing her so confident after everything that had happened to her. It had taken you ages to get this side of her to come out, and she was thankful that you were patient with her as she came out of her shell little by little.

You bit your lip, eyeing your floral surroundings. The two of you were in the middle of a flower field, a plethora of colors, shapes, and sizes towering just on the outskirts of your spread out picnic blanket.

"Who are you and what have you done with Jennifer Honey?" You tease, earning a small laugh from her.

"I can take it back if you want—" She goes to slide off your lap, but your arms wrap around her waist, and pull her flush against your chest.

"Oh no, darling. You've started something, and I think it's only fair that you finish it."

Her eyes dilated ever so slightly at your words before her arms wrapped gracefully around your neck. Brown orbs flicked from your eyes down to your lips, silently begging for them.

"I'll take that as a yes."

You were first to make the move, lips smashing against hers in a needy kiss. Her lip movements were gentle yet firm while her hands carefully snaked through your hair, meticulously avoiding pulling at your strands.

It amazed you how gentle she was no matter the situation. Whatever she happened to be doing, she did it as gracefully and calmly as she could. However in the moment, your sweet Jenny had thrown all she knew to the side to allow room for lust. Hips carefully moved themselves to hover over just one of your thighs as she sat up on her knees.

You instantly caught onto her not so subtle movements, hands dipping underneath her dress to slowly drag her lace thong down her legs. She followed your hand movements to allow you to remove the fabric off of her completely, lifting her legs when prompted.

Bodies never parted as Jennifer lowered herself onto your thigh, her cool wetness prominently dripping onto your skin as she sat herself down. Your hands guided her slightly curvaceous hips at a slow pace, back and forth along your thigh.

"Mmm," She lowly hummed, head lulling to the side and allowing you access to her bare neck.

You move her short hair away with your hand, and being your face to her neck. Light pecks turn into wet kisses, that ultimately led to the sucking and nibbling of the sensitive skin just below her earlobe. Hickeys we're placed meticulously along her neckline, leading down towards her exposed collarbone.

Your grip along her hips tighten, nails just barely digging into her smooth skin as you quicken her pace to allow for more pleasure.

"How does it feel, angel?"

Fingers toyed with your hair before sliding back to your face, soft hands placing themselves along your cheekbones and pulling you into a sweet kiss.

"Soo good. . ." She lowly moaned.

Mouths clashed in unison with lustful moans reverberating off your lips. Your hands left her hips to lean yourself back against your hands, wanting a better view of the scene before you.

You nodded your head with a gentle smile on your lips, encouraging her to keep going so you could watch.

Jennifer had moved her hands to your thigh to support herself, along with her movements that quickly grew frantic.

"I-I'm so—"

"I know my sweet, let go. Let go for me."

You eyed as the teacher came undone before you, movements slowing as she rode out her high. Sweat trickled down her chest, both the heat from the sun and from inside her body toying with her.

An elongated moan filled your ears when she grabbed your hand to place between her legs. Her wetness coated your fingers. Hips bucked when your fingers teased her entrance.

"Please. . ." Jen pleaded, "More. . ." She whimpered at your teasing fingers.

"My not-so-innocent little Jenny," You toyed, "If only others knew how much of a dirty little mind you had behind those pretty eyes."

Her head felt empty, the feeling of your fingers playing with her but not doing anything was almost too much for her to handle.

"But, you're always so good for me. How could I ever say no to you?"

She gasped when three fingers slipped past her entrance, stretching out her inner walls. The pain was only temporary when pleasure completely took over her body.

"Oh my—" Jennifer's eyes closed, head falling back with her mouth agape.

Jen's hips followed your movements, bucking them with every thrust. Small tears prickled at the corner of her eyes, begging to fall with each press of your palm against her sensitive bud. Her walls threatened to close around your fingers when she was at the cusp of her second orgasm.

You felt her arousal drip down your hand but didn't let that stop you from continuing to pleasure the brunette moaning at your touch. Small tears fell from her eyes when you kept your movement's strong.

"I can't!" She shook her head while golden eyes met with yours, pupils completely blown out.

"You can, sweet thing. You're doing so good for me, just one more, okay?" You gave her a reassuring kiss.

"Okay," She mumbled out breathlessly, breath hitching in her throat at the curve of your fingers that hit her in just the right spot. "Fuck!" Her eyes widened at her own words, as she was not one to ever use expletives.

You raise your brow at her sudden swearing, with a smirk toying at your lips, "Such a naughty little thing. . . That sounded so hot coming from that beautiful voice of yours." This was the first time she had sworn in front of you, and it truly made you more aroused hearing a filthy word coming from such a gentle person.

"I can feel you close again, don't hold it back." You pressed your lips against hers in a sweet notion, wanting to ease her through her third orgasm. "You're doing amazing."

Jennifer pressed her forehead against yours, numerous moans filling your ears that grew closer together just before her legs shook frantically around your thigh. She unintentionally pulled your hair as she came, eliciting a low hum from you at both the pain and the pleasure from the quick action.

Her body stilled, allowing you to remove your fingers from her cunt. Tears continued rolling down her cheeks when she moved her body from on top of yours to shakily sit next to you.

"You did such a good job for me, angel!" You clutch her cheeks, kissing her tears away to your best ability, "My good girl." You swipe your thumb lovingly along her flushed cheek.

She returns your smile, exhaustion prominently spreading across her facial features from the effects of her multiple orgasms. You give her another kiss, this time more passionately than before.

"How are you feeling?" You genuinely ask her after examining her for any uncertainty or uncomfortableness.

"Tired," She admitted, doing her best to stifle a yawn that didn't go unnoticed by you.

"How about we pack all of this away, take you home to a nice warm bath to clean you up, then take a well deserved nap in each others arms. Does that sound good?"

Her eyes lit up at your words, a hot bath and a nap sounding amazing to her in this moment. "Sounds like heaven." She smiled warmly at you.

"Good, now let's get you up." You stood up with a grunt, holding your hand out for her to take. Her hand slid in yours, and for a second after she stood up, you thought her wobbly legs would make her fall but she took it like a champ.

You allowed her to step to the side while you tucked everything away in the picnic basket, which she appreciated you for from her tired state.

After getting to the car, your sweet Jenny was quick to lay her head against you, your arm wrapping around her to play with the soft strands of her hair. Her manicured hand rested softly on your inner thigh.

Not even a minute into the short drive home, quiet snores could be heard from the woman next to you, sleep completely taking over her from the days events.

You couldn't help but smile at her sleeping figure, legs tucked underneath her in a comfortable sleeping position. Fingers refused to leave her hair even while she was out cold, as you knew the second you stopped, she would awaken just to tell you to keep going.

[jenniferjareauwife]

No More Teasing

pairing: jennifer jareau x cowgirl fem reader

category: smut

warnings: smut, fingering r receiving

word count: 756

summary: jj takes you to the bathroom of a bar after edging you five times beforehand

JJ had her arm around my waist in the bar, rubbing my skin teasingly as if she hadn't just edged me five times before we got here. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as she talked to Penelope and Spence. "JJ." I mumbled. "Can we go?"

"We just got here." She took a sip of her drink and gave me a fake concerned look. "Is everything ok?"

"I'm fine." I took a few sips of my beer, hoping it would stop the ache between my legs. JJ removed her hand from my waist and brushed her finger over my clothed pussy, I almost spat out my beer, looking around and hoping that no one saw it. No one had ever driven me this insane, but leave it to the girl from Pennsylvania. "I'm gonna...go to the bathroom." I unbuttoned my flannel shirt a bit more so JJ would get the hint before I walked away.

I was in the bathroom for about thirty seconds before I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and saw JJ, my heart almost bursting with relief. She quickly shut the door and locked it behind her. "Someone's needy." She laughed.

"Please. No more teasing." I begged.

"Shh. It's ok. No more teasing, I promise." She unbuttoned the rest of my shirt, staring down at my breasts. "How do you want it?" I gulped, not knowing what to say. She was usually the one in charge and I just did whatever she told me to do. "If you don't tell me I'm not giving you anything." She grabbed me by my waist and lifted me onto the counter.

"Fingers- I want your fingers." She chuckled at my desperate response and unbuttoned my jean shorts. I stared down at my boots and gasped as she widened my legs so she could fit between them. She kissed my lips softly as she gently caressed my pussy over my underwear.

"You're so wet." She gasped as she kissed my neck. "I should've taken care of this sooner, huh?" I gulped and nodded, making her sigh. She moved my panties to the side, smiling once she finally saw me. "You're so pretty honey."

"Stop." I groaned, wanting her to get on with the teasing.

"Stop touching you?" She pulled her hand away and I frantically shook my head, my braid smacking my shoulders in the process.

"Stop teasing. You said you would stop and you didn't." I whined. She smirked before easing a finger into me. I let out a shaky breath and closed my eyes.

"You've gotta relax sweetheart." I focused on relaxing every muscle in my body as she started slowly pumping her finger in and out of me.

"More." She added another finger, gently caressing my g spot as she fingered me. It sent pleasurable waves throughout my whole body and it just kept coming, soon getting a bit overwhelming. "Need to cum." I groaned. She smiled, kissing my exposed chest as she lightly rubbed my clit, moving to kiss my lips to swallow my moans as I came. I panted as I came down from my high, my whole body was twitching. I grabbed her shoulders for stability, I needed a physical reminder that she was here.

"Shh...I've got you babe." She wrapped her arms around me, slowly rubbing my back to help me come down from my high. Once my body stopped trembling she kissed my temple a few times. "How are you feeling?" I opened my eyes and smiled cockily. "Do not give me that smile when we both know damn well you were just begging for me to fuck you."

"I don't know if I can walk."

"I can help with that. Come here." She helped me off of the counter and let me lean on her and stretch out my legs before we walked out of the bathroom. I made eye contact with Morgan who gave me a knowing look. I just wiggled my brows and smiled, at least I was getting laid. What was he getting? Nothing.

"I wanna go home and cuddle." I confessed to JJ. Cuddling was always a necessity after sex for me and that wasn't something we could do in a bar.

"Ok. Let's say goodbye to everyone first, ok?" I nodded and stared at her as she said her goodbyes to everyone, not once taking my eyes off of her beautiful face. "We can go now baby." She kissed my forehead, leading me out of the bar.

"Yay! Cuddles!"