#jj anon don’t be shy

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well since my rafe anon has gone missing in action, it’s time to call in the big guns…

JJ ANON WHERE YOU AT BAE?! COME FLIRT WITH ME!!!

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Hey Bunny

Aaron Hotchner x plus-size fem!reader SMUT|10.7k words

MINORS DNI PLEASE

Hey everyone! Been a while since I’ve written a full coherent fic LMAO and here I bring the gift of lots of smut. Probably the kinkiest thing I’ve written to date, which I’ll list off in the warnings. This is all based off conversations I’ve had with 🖤 anon for a while :3 so I can’t take all the credit! I hope yawl enjoy this absolute FILTH 💅💅💅

After being woken up from a vivid erotic dream about your boss, who you’re currently on the last night of sharing a hotel room and bed with after a successful case, you’re more than reassured that it’s okay to have such dreams about him. And he’ll learn a bit more about you than he first thought.

Warning(s): light hurt/comfort, very brief mention of Foyet and what he did, so much sex, use of petnames, bunny kink, daddy/sir kink, erotic dreams, oral (both m/f giving and receiving), light gagging, pussy slapping, spanking, light humiliation, a lot of dirty talk in general, fingering, p in v penetration, body worship (both m/f giving and receiving), size kink, slight gaping, condom use, it's just kinky okay what can I tell you?

It was not often enough for a case to end well in a way that allowed for you all to head out for a celebratory meal afterwards. But luckily for you all this time it most certainly had turned out better than anticipated in the end. The kidnapped victims had been found safely and the unsub was subdued with no casualties. Spirits were higher than they had been in the previous case and thus you all found yourselves sitting around a large table sharing a meal; Rossi's treat, of course.

The mood was certainly more rowdy tonight with the sounds of laughter bouncing around the table and cheerful chatter filled the atmosphere with a familial warmth. You were perching more to your left on your chair right now, engaging in the conversation with JJ and Emily with great enthusiasm, something that the two were raising a brow at, though you pretended not to notice. In truth, you were trying to avoid the man sitting on your right. Not for displeasure reasons, but quite the opposite in fact. Attempting to avoid brushing your leg or arm against your very sexy boss was the cause for your behaviour right now.

Aaron Hotchner had been your hotel room mate for the week, something that had been extremely difficult for you to cope with having as big of a crush on him as you did. You'd seen him in far less clothing than his standard neat, tight suits during the entire week as he slept in fitted tees and his underwear, although you suspected he didn't typically do that when he slept alone. It was a very bad idea to linger on those sorts of thoughts though…

JJ suddenly bumped into you, having been shoved by Emily at the climax of a funny story and you squeaked, jolting back and ultimately knocking against Aaron with a yelp.

"H-hey! You two, watch it!" You squeaked, earning a hearty laugh from the dark haired woman.

"Aww come on, it was an accident."

As you opened your mouth to retort, you felt a warm hand rest upon your right leg, just short of your large thigh, and you fought the urge to jolt again.

"Are you alright?" You heard the man beside you ask and you shivered. You didn’t want to look at him in fear of embarrassing yourself by ogling, but at the same time you didn’t want to be rude either. You turned your head in his direction and your breath escaped you when your eyes met his beautiful brown ones accidentally. His gaze was intense and yet kind and concerned. You offered a shy smile.

“I am y-yes. Don’t worry about me, we’re all just in good spirits tonight, sir.”

His brow raised slightly.

“Aaron.” He said. You blinked.

“Mm?”

“We aren’t working now, call me Aaron.”

Oh. You shifted in your seat and grimaced when the wood creaked slightly.

“Alright then, Aaron.” You chuckled to yourself, earning an increasingly perplexed expression on his face. To which you flustered and turned towards him more in your seat and waved a hand out in front of you. “I-I’m not laughing at your name! I’m just- it’s unusual for me to call you by your first name so I’m-“

Aaron’s delightful but sadly rare laugh cut you off and you were greeted with his cute dimples on his cheeks. Even the others stilled their conversation at the sound, but he didn’t appear to care to pay them any mind.

“Please, relax. You're fine, (Y/n).” He smiled, and you basked in the smoothness of his deep voice. You swore you were just imagining things when you felt his hand slightly slip upwards to your lower thigh and squeeze gently, nonetheless you shivered.

The hand remained on your leg right up until Aaron excused himself to visit the restroom whilst the rest of your group began shrugging your coats on ready to head back to the hotel. You felt flutters in your stomach and you fought off a nervous twitch of the corner of your mouth, something your dear friend and colleague Derek noticed.

“A little excited, huh?” He teased, waggling his expressive eyebrows at you. From his perspective you must have appeared like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and your mouth slightly agape.

“Wh- no! I’m tired, eager to go to sleep so we can fly home tomorrow.” You responded quickly as you straightened out your clothing and fastened your coat up.

“Mhm, sure you are.”

Emily was smirking at you when your head whipped round at the sound of her voice and one of her perfect brows was arched. You felt flushed, desperate to rush outside into the biting air of the night. Before you opened your mouth to retort back at her, you noticed her eyes flick over your shoulder and you knew he had returned.

“Ready to go?” Aaron addressed the group. There was a series of responses bounced around and you felt a hand lightly press to the small of your back. You jolted slightly, and met his gaze with a turn. “Shall we go?”

You could only nod. Vainly ignoring the pointed stares of your friends, you followed beside your unit chief as everyone exited the restaurant. You shivered slightly when the frigid wind hit your face, but you were grateful for the temperature change. The walk was short with the restaurant being located a few short blocks from the hotel and you found yourself in step with Emily and JJ, listening and chiming in with the plans they were putting together to have a girl’s night with your one only absent member of the team in the field; Penelope.

“You could stay over at my place at the end of the night out, if you wanted.” Emily said. You nodded and grinned, but JJ grimaced slightly.

“I’d be headed back home to my boys after. I wanna spend as much time with them as I can,” She spoke, then smiled smugly. “Aside from you lovely ladies, of course.”

The darker haired woman of the two huffed out a quiet laugh before the conversation died down when you came to a stop in front of the hotel’s elevator. You busied yourself with looking down at your phone when you felt the men from the team catch you all up and, with the opening of the doors, you all shuffled inside tiredly. You ended up towards the back wall, separated from Emily and JJ, and you briefly caught Emily’s eye. That smirk was present on her face again and you glanced away quickly, only to watch as your breathtaking unit chief squeezed between Derek and Spencer towards you. You couldn’t help your eyes widening slightly and your legs brushing against one another as he came to stand beside you. God, you needed to leave this damn elevator quickly. Slowly, the doors closed and you felt the movement of the elevator rising up to the floor Rossi was on. He, of course, had a room all to himself with the excuse of him being the oldest member of the team and therefore, needing his own space. The remainder of you all were on the floor above in doubles. And that was where your problem lay…

Just one more night, you thought to yourself. One more, then you could escape from the torture of sharing with Aaron Hotchner. Torture, as in sleeping on the only bed in the room; a queen, so close under the covers to the man who had taken up the entirety of your fantasies and erotic dreams. It hadn’t been easy, using the same shower he did, smelling his body wash and imagining it was in your shower at home instead. It was all too much for you and it made your thighs clench together. And while the case had been a good distraction from the full extent of your thoughts about the man, you didn’t have that now with it finished. Tonight was going to be the most tortuous of them all.

You followed behind Derek when the elevator stopped on your floor and you skittishly trekked down the corridor, unable to participate in conversation well. Your room was the first, and as Aaron unlocked the door, you watched helplessly as your friends bid you as much of a ‘good night’ as a pointed smirk that made you turn your back on them, cheeks burning. Seeing the door swung open, you mumbled a quick ‘thank you’ to him as you passed and Aaron followed, quietly closing the door behind you both and locking it again. You crossed the room to your side of the queen-sized bed and shyly perched on the edge to unfasten your shoes and kick them off.

“Do you want to take a shower first?” You heard Aaron say and you turned your body to look at him. Your breath hitched at the sight of him without his jacket on and one of his large hands was loosening the knot of his tie. You blinked a few times, trying to break your stare and you shook your head.

“Oh, no you can. Thank you, si- Aaron.”

Your cheeks flushed when he smirked at your self-correction and he hummed.

“Thanks. I’ll be quick.”

As he disappeared into the shower room with his change of clothes and towel, you flopped backwards on the bed with an exhale. One more night. Just one more and you would be free from accidentally embarrassing yourself or revealing your feelings in front of your boss. You didn’t know how you were going to sleep well tonight with nothing work-related to focus on now. No, instead your mind was fixated on the knowledge you had been sharing a bed with the man you thought about way too often, dreamt about too often, and gasped out the name of whilst you touched yourself when you definitely shouldn’t have been.

Sitting up again, you busied yourself with packing your bag as a distraction, leaving out your clothes for the journey home tomorrow. By the time you were finished, the door to the shower room swung open and Aaron walked out, rubbing his towel through his wet hair. Oh fuck.

With his arms stretched up, his more fitted black tee rode upwards and, to your delight and horror, the sexy softness of his lower stomach peeked out. You could spy the dark hair trailing from the top of his grey boxers and just below it-

“Shower’s all yours.”

You jolted at the sound of his voice and you grabbed your pyjamas and towel quickly, avoiding his gaze.

“T-thank you.”

When you heard the click of the lock, you began to tremble and buried your face in the fabric in your hands. God, you wanted to scream right now. Feebly, you hoped he hadn’t caught you staring at his physique just now but you weren’t so sure. It didn’t help that the scent of his shower gel and aftershave enveloped you in the steamy room. You clenched your thighs together and drew in a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down enough to wash off the day. Stripping your clothes off and setting them down on the side of the sink top, not daring to look in the mirror too much at your plush body for you knew you’d see just how riled up you were right now.

The cold water of the shower did nothing to stifle the sensations between your legs, your pussy throbbed, yearning to be touched. You forbade it. Tomorrow, you thought. Not when the cause of your arousal was just the other side of the door. But even still you couldn’t resist rubbing your thighs together as the water cascaded down your curves and bumps. Eventually, you gave up and shut the water off and stepped out with your towel wrapped around your figure. You kept your touch feather-light as you dried yourself off and pulled your nightwear on, biting your lip and whimpering when the fabric brushed against the sensitive skin of your breasts and inner thighs. Drawing in a deep breath, you gathered your clothes up after finishing your nightly routine and exited out into the main room.

Aaron wasn’t in bed as you expected, rather standing by the hotel room’s desk with a casefile in hand. At the sound of your return he glanced up from the paperwork through his thick lashes. You swallowed thickly as you returned to your side of the bed again and bent over to stuff the last of your clothes into your bag. Behind you, Aaron cleared his throat and you straightened up quickly and climbed onto the bed, but he remained where he stood, now with his back to you still holding the file. You pouted.

“Si-Aaron, leave that for when we get back to the office. Or at least until we get on the plane,” You said as you peeled the covers back and settled under them. “Come to bed.”

“Making orders, are we?” The man retorted and you froze up, eyes wide in alarm when he turned slightly to look at you. His brows were furrowed, mouth pulled downward in a stern frown.

“A-Ah no! Just- I just thought you could do with an earlier night work-free tonight!” You squeaked, shifting on the bed ready to stand up again until he chuckled and flashed you a cheesy grin.

“I’m teasing you. I’m sorry, you’re right though. I’ll just be a moment, then I’ll be right over.”

You stared, blinking slowly as you processed what had just occurred, then a giggle bubbled out of you as you settled back against the pillows on your side. Aaron wasn’t really the type to tease anyone, and the way he said it to you was… well, sexy. Authoritative. You certainly would be thinking of that tomorrow when you finally returned home. But right now you had to get through this last night, somehow.

As he said, Aaron set the paperwork down after a few minutes and padded across the room to settle down on the bed. Attempting to distract yourself in the meantime, you were scrolling on your phone casually and forcefully willed yourself not to look at him when you felt the mattress dip under his weight settling next to you. As he shuffled under the covers, you reached over to your bedside table and set your phone down, then snuggled down against the pillows. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, so close to you that it was electrifying. Your body shuddered.

“Cold?” Aaron queried. Your toes curled.

“Y-yeah. I’ll warm up though.”

“Right. Let me know if you don’t though.”

“Will do.” You turned on your side, facing away from him as he reached for the light switch on the wall next to him. “Good night, sir.”

Aaron hummed.

“Sleep well, (Y/n).”

And somehow, you managed to drift off to sleep.

“Mhm, come on now. Show daddy your pretty pussy.” Aaron said with a smirk, kneeling between your plump thighs as you dug your heels into the mattress.

You bit your lip, gazing up at his dishevelled appearance, his shirt unbuttoned the whole way and hanging from his shoulders to reveal the plains of his strong chest and soft pudge of his lower stomach. And below it was a prominent bulge pressed against the fly of his neat slacks, the sight making you shudder with need. Shyly, you grabbed your legs by the back of your knees and slowly pulled them apart, feeling your folds spread and the cool air of the room caressed your glistening slit. Aaron’s pupils dilated until his brown eyes appeared almost black and his hands came to grip onto the meat of your thighs, fingers digging in as he pulled them further apart to examine your throbbing clit and twitchy entrance. He groaned as a trail of juices trickled out of you, slowly disappearing between your ass cheeks before him.

“Yes… such a good girl for daddy. You want me to play with your pussy, huh?”

You rolled your hips eagerly, letting out a guttural whine.

“Please daddy, please!”

His smirk widened.

“Please, what?”

You whimpered as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

“P-please play with my pussy, daddy! Need your fingers so badly!” You cried, rolling your hips again.

“Good girl.”

His hands brushed closer and closer to your slit until he suddenly pushed back the hood of your clit with his right thumb, exposing the bundle of nerves to him and eliciting a squeak. But as his other hand came to caress it your hips jumped, the pleasurable sensation intense already. He cooed.

“So sensitive and jumpy, like a cute little bunny.”

Your eyes widened and your body jolted with his words, making him let out a surprised chuckle.

“Oh? You like being called bunny, huh? Naughty girl.” He said and his hand came down fast and slapped your poor clit. You wailed, your grip on your legs tightening.

“D-daddy~!”

Your cheeks warmed, your lower belly coiling in embarrassment and arousal and he let out a breathy laugh again.

“Awww, is my little bunny embarrassed she liked that? How cute. Don’t worry though, daddy’s gonna take care of you…”

Muffled sounds roused Aaron from his light slumber and he sat up quickly in alarm, reaching over to his bedside table- then he realised the covers were moving beside him. He cautiously turned to look over your side of the bed and his jaw clenched.

Writhing with the sheets kicked mostly off, you slept restlessly. A thin layer of sweat beaded on your forehead and your brows were creased. This was where the noise was coming from, Aaron thought as you whimpered quietly. A nightmare? Then he really paid attention to the way your body moved, hips rolling, legs splaying lazily and your hands clutched at the sheets. Oh.

Within his boxers, Aaron felt his cock twitch at the realisation of what you were more likely dreaming about in that moment. Fuck. What was he to do? He most certainly wouldn’t get anymore sleep now at this rate. Maybe he should quietly get dressed and leave with a note telling you he went for a walk. But at the same time he didn’t like the thought of leaving you by yourself- Aaron scrunched his eyes shut and clenched his hands into fists, pushing away the more serious thoughts. You were capable of protecting yourself, he knew that. And yet…

“Mmh, daddy please…” He heard beside him and his entire body jolted in surprise, eyes flying open and immediately finding your face. Aaron swallowed thickly as his cock twitched again, hardening slowly.

Try as he might to resist, his eyes wandered to the rest of your body where your chest rose and fell, the swell of your breasts strained against the confines of your pyjama shirt. Fuck, your nipples were pebbled and for a moment he wondered how they'd feel between his teeth.

He clenched his jaw and forced his gaze away from your chest, only to find himself ogling the squishiness of your stomach. Oh, how he had fantasised about gripping onto it as he thrusted his cock into you, needing to see how your body moved in time with him. And as his eyes trailed down to your moving hips he spotted the dampening patch on the crotch of your pyjama shorts- fuck, he needed to wake you up now.

Carefully, Aaron reached a shaky hand over towards you in the darkness of the room and touched your shoulder.

“(Y/n), hey, wake up.” He said softly, and in response your eyes squeezed shut as you let out a groan. “Come on, wake up, sweetheart.”

A moment passed, then your eyes fluttered open and flicked to look at him, only to squeak and flinch back when familiarity filled your gaze.

“S-sir!” You cried out.

This couldn’t be happening to you right now, surely. You surely weren't sprawled out flushed and needy whilst Aaron stared down at you as he kneeled beside you, his hand still resting on your shoulder. You quickly sat up and pulled the covers up over your form.

“Wh-what’s wrong? Do we have a case?” You stumbled over the words quickly, and Aaron blinked, then huffed out a quiet laugh.

“No, no. Don't worry about that. Are you okay?” He asked gently and you felt your stomach clench. Oh no…

“I-I….”

Aaron leaned a little closer, brows creased in concern.

“Bad dream?”

You froze. He really did hear you, then. After a moment, you sighed and rubbed your hands over your face.

“No… but I think you already know that, sir.” You mumbled.

Aaron hummed and dropped his hand from your shoulder.

“I didn't want to accuse you of anything and embarrass you,” he said and shifted back towards his side of the bed ever so slightly to give you space. “But, well, I woke up because I could hear you.”

Your grip on the covers tightened as a cold feeling of shame oozed over you.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen.”

You mumbled as your head drooped and you felt your lower lip begin to tremble. This was the worst thing to happen right now. Not only had you dreamt of your boss in an inappropriate way, you'd disturbed his sleep too.

“Hey…” Aaron began softly, reaching across again to take hold of one of your hands. You refused to look up though, the negative feelings within now burned through your veins like lava. “Look at me.” He said.

You didn't move.

“I can't. Wanna forget this happened, sir.” You mumbled back.

He was quiet for a moment, brushing his thumb across your knuckles soothingly.

“Well I don't.”

That got your attention, then. Your head snapped up and your eyes searched his face.

“I-I’m sorry?”

Aaron gazed down at you through his thick lashes, the sight causing a warmth to pool within your lower abdomen. Had he gotten closer all of a sudden?

“I’m going to switch the room light on, protect your eyes for a moment.”

You complied immediately, turning away to bury your face in the crook of your arm and you heard the click of the light switch, signalling you to slowly pull your arm away from your squinting eyes. Now… Now there was nothing to hide from him. You turned back towards him and you shuddered at the sight of his rugged appearance. Aaron exhaled.

“Listen (Y/n), you think I'm a stranger to erotic dreams? Of course I'm not.” He said, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “You've nothing to be ashamed of.”

“But I do!” You cried and pulled back, stumbling out of bed and clenching your hands into fists. “I shouldn't have had this dream, especially since I dreamt about the very person I've been-” your eyes widened then, realising what you'd almost said. Aaron knelt up now, moving closer to where you stood backed against the wall.

“Been what?”

You just had to dig your hole deeper. Aaron’s brows were creased now, but all you could do was stare back with a saddened furrow.

“(Y/n)?”

The prickling feeling in the corner of your eyes triggered your throat to tighten as you fought the urge to cry.

“You know what I'm going to say, but I'm ashamed to say it.” You choked.

Aaron's brows raised slightly, but he remained quiet for a moment as though lost in thought.

Every second that passed was agony, your mind beginning to race away from you with ‘what ifs’ about everything. Was he uncomfortable with you? What if you were transferred or fired? The thought made your chest ache and finally, the tears began to roll down your cheeks and your breaths grew shallow and fast.

“Hey, hey. (Y/n), look at me. C'mere back to bed.” Aaron's voice brought you from your thoughts and your eyes refocused on the contours of his mature face. He was painfully beautiful. “Will you let me hug you? You're okay. You've nothing to be ashamed of.”

You simply nodded meekly and he breathed, reaching out to you-of which you met him halfway by crawling back onto the mattress- and pulled you over for a warm, ever engulfing embrace, maintaining you at his side respectfully. You let out a whimper as you gripped onto his shirt tightly, whilst his hands held firmly onto your soft body.

“I'm sorry.” You mumbled against his shirt.

“You don't need to be.”

“I had an embarrassing sex dream about you and now you're comforting me for it.”

Aaron held you closer still, resting your head on his chest. Wait- his heart was racing.

“Maybe that’s because I want to.” He said quietly. You pulled back.

“Wh-why?”

He quirked a little grin as one of his hands glided up and down your back soothingly.

“Well, when I said I am no stranger to erotic dreams…” he trailed off and your breath hitched.

No way. Surely he wasn't implying-

“Whatever you're thinking, the answer is yes. I've had my own fair share of…dreams about you.” His eyes were fixed on you as he spoke, and you felt your body trembling. He let out a chuckle. “I've been very lucky this week that somehow I haven't had one, to put things into perspective.”

You stared at him for a moment, then your face broke out into a flustered grin and you giggled.

“Oh! Well I- I didn't expect that, sir!”

With the room light on now you could bear witness to the delightful sight of Aaron's flushed pink cheeks as he grinned bashfully.

“Now you see that you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

You both quietened for a moment, holding one another gently as you studied one another. He really was such a beautiful man. Silently, he leaned down towards you closer still and your breath hitched.

“A-are you gonna kiss me, sir?”

“Mhm, you called me something very different when you were sleeping.” He murmured and you shuddered.

“I…”

“I sure hope you're not about to apologise again to me, sweetheart.” He said as he leaned closer towards your face, eyes gazing down at your lips through his thick lashes. “Because if you are, I'm going to have to put that pretty mouth of yours to better use.”

Your eyes widened and you shivered as your thighs clenched together.

“F-fuck…”

Aaron hummed and cupped your cheeks with his large hands, his thumbs stroking your soft skin.

“May I kiss you, (Y/n)?”

You swallowed thickly.

“Please.” You managed to whisper.

And his lips were pressed against yours a moment later, tender and gentle and sensual as your eyes fluttered shut and your hands came to grab onto the front of his tee shirt. Instinctively, you whined into it and his hands moved, gliding down to your plush waist and gripping onto the flesh. He moved backwards, pulling you with him to straddle his lap and as your clothed slit reached the fabric of his underwear you felt just how much he wanted this from the firm, hot bulge that pressed against the confines of the fabric.

You whimpered as he pulled back barely enough for him to be able to speak, his lips still brushing against yours as he spoke.

“Feel how much I like you, huh? Need you so much, pretty girl.”

You shyly rolled your hips, grinding your mound against the bulge and earning a sharp hiss from the man before you. His hands moved suddenly to grab your ass cheeks, squeezing and melding them and causing you to roll your hips more in response. He groaned against your mouth when his lips met yours again, the second kiss being more heated and desperate; hungry for you. Only when the need for oxygen burned in your chest did you both part once more, but his lips remained on your skin as they travelled along your soft jaw.

“C'mon, tell me about the dream you were having.” He coaxed you, holding your body flushed with his more than ever. You merely whimpered and your hands moved to his hair, messing it up with strands pointing in random directions. Aaron tutted and turned you both over, pinning you beneath him and making you squeal.

“A-alright! I, mmh, wanted you to touch my p-pussy, you had me spread my legs for you.”

Something flared within Aaron's dark eyes and you heard a rumble in his chest; possessive and aroused. His hands gripped your hips and you parted your thighs a little, eager for him. He smirked.

“Oh? Well, we'll build up to that. Wanna ask you a few things first.” he said, brushing his nose against yours. “I wanna know what you're okay with and your limits.”

You sucked your lower lip between your teeth and slowly released it, enjoying the way Aaron's eyes fixated on your mouth.

“J-just as long as you don't do anything too extreme like really hurting me or extremely gross I'm okay. I'm a big girl, I can take it.”

You felt as Aaron's hands slid up to cup your cheeks and he kissed the tip of your nose fondly, making you hum.

“I see, I don't want to hurt you, at least nothing more than if you enjoyed a bit of spanking. How does that sound, hmm?” He said and you shuddered, flashes of the dream you'd had causing you to subtly spread your legs a little wider.

A whine escaped you as you held onto him desperately. “Yes, fuck please!”

Aaron smiled.

“Good girl.”

You shivered and opened and closed your mouth a few times, debating on how to word what you wanted to say next. He quirked a brow.

“What is it?”

“I… well, I love slaps on my ass but I also- fuck, this is embarrassing!” you squeaked, earning a kiss to your forehead, then Aaron brushed his own forehead against yours.

“You don't need to be embarrassed, sweetheart. I'm not here to shame you.”

With a whimper, you blurted it out.

“I really like pussy spanking!”

As the words slipped your mouth the reaction was instantaneous; the man before you jolted forward, his hips bumping against yours and pressing the prominent bulge of his erection against your inner thigh. And it twitched. You made a small noise as he pushed himself up again as he uttered an apology.

“I didn’t mean to do that, I’m sorry.” Aaron said but in response you rolled your hips upwards, chasing the feeling of his arousal against your body.

“I-It’s more than fine, s-Aaron.”

He hummed, pressing his weight down onto you now and his lips brushed over yours.

“So, pussy spanking? I didn’t expect that from you, naughty girl.” He teased you and you shuddered. He chuckled softly and began to slightly grind his bulge against the heat of your clothed slit. “You want daddy to spank your pussy, huh?”

You bit your lip, brows creasing as you nodded at him with a little hum.

“Y-you’re okay with daddy?”

Aaron stroked your cheek and pressed a soft kiss against the corner of your mouth.

“More than okay with it, I assure you.”

With that he pressed his lips to yours properly once more and his large hands travelled down your neck until he grasped your breasts, causing you to gasp in surprise. Aaron took advantage of this, his tongue brushing against your own whilst his fingers pinched and flicked at your erect nipples through your pyjama shirt. All you could do was grip onto his upper arms, the strong muscles tensing as you rolled your hips up against Aaron's bulge and causing much needed friction on your poor clit.

When you both parted for oxygen again, you whined.

“Please-!”

“Aww, please what?” Aaron cooed at you, though it wasn't entirely sincere but rather mimicking your tone. You felt flushed, embarrassed but enjoying it more than you thought you would.

“W-wanna feel your hands on my skin!”

With a hum of approval, you felt as he pulled at the hem of your shirt and you shifted up from the bed just enough for him to be able to pull it off your body, exposing your plush body to him finally. You didn’t have time to clam up and cover yourself with your arms as Aaron gently grasped your wrists and pinned them either side of your head. He exhaled deeply, causing a rumble to vibrate through his chest. His dark eyes roamed over your form and again, you felt his cock twitch.

“Jesus, you’re fucking beautiful.”

Your legs came to clamp around his hips and you tried to curl your knees inwards in a feeble attempt at covering yourself.

“S-sir!” you squeaked. His eyes narrowed and he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

“Careful, if you call me that I may not know what to do with myself when we’re working together.”

Your eyes widened in alarm, but a faint smirk toyed with the corner of his mouth and you relaxed a little. You’d keep that in mind for now. Drawing your attention back to the present, Aaron released his hold on your wrists, only for his hands to glide across your shoulders and down the centre of your chest, teasing you by avoiding touching your nipples. Now, he allowed himself to smile more openly and he drew in a deep breath.

“So soft, so fucking sexy. You’ll let me kiss them, huh pretty girl?” He murmured.

You nodded and offered a brief ‘yes’ and he slid down the bed a little until his face was level with your breasts. You shuddered when his lips made contact with the valley between them, leaving little kisses over the area and starting to sidle over to the right one, his tongue slipping out to swirl around your areola and causing you to arch up into his touch and gasp out. You could feel his lips curl into a smirk as they wrapped around the pert nipple and he sucked it into his mouth, his hand coming to grab your other breast and roll the nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. You moaned softly, moving your hands to sift through the dark locks of Aaron’s hair and mussing it up. When his teeth brushed against the tip your back arched and you tugged on his hair, making him huff a muffled laugh.

With a wet smack of his lips, he pulled away from your now swollen nipple and brushed his lips over the flushed skin.

“You sound so sexy when you moan for me, pretty girl.” He murmured and you let go of his hair to cover your face with your hands, squeaking.

“Shhh! Don't say that!”

Unbeknownst to you, his gaze darkened and suddenly, his hand came down and slapped your inner thigh and startling you with a squeal.

“Aaron!”

His hand slapped your thigh again, closer to your clothed slit.

“What was that, hm?” He said darkly, his hand gripping onto the meat of your thigh, his fingers indenting slightly. You breathed shakily.

“I-I-”

“It’s daddy, got it? Or do you want to be punished?”

You stared into his dark eyes and sucked on your lower lip again, slightly swaying your hips side to side. 

“No, daddy. I-I’ll be a good girl.” you whimpered and Aaron hummed softly, moving his hands up to cup your cheeks and brushing his thumbs against your skin.

“That’s right, you’re my good girl.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours again, groaning softly into the kiss and you returned to brushing your fingers through his dark locks. You felt him press his thick bulge against you and you desperately wanted to feel his bare skin against yours. Needed to see it, touch it, taste it…

Aaron grunted in surprise as you shoved him away, only to hear you giggle as you manoeuvred him to lay on his back whilst you knelt at his crotch. His eyes narrowed at you.

“What do you think you’re doing, hmm?” He asked darkly and you leaned down closer to the twitching bulge of his boxers.

“Can I have a taste please, sir?”

Visibly, Aaron’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. He let out a puff of air through his nose and a smirk tugged at his mouth.

“What did I tell you about calling me ‘sir’? You fucking naughty girl.” He gritted, although he wasn’t truly annoyed. You hummed innocently.

“Whoops, I can’t help it, sir. I’m just so used to it.”

Shaking his head but smiling slightly, Aaron raised a brow at you and his body relaxed.

“Well, since you asked so nicely I’ll forgive and forget both you shoving me ah-nd-” His words stuttered when you pressed a little kiss to the tip of his clothed cock and hummed softly at the feeling of the patch of precum staining his boxers touching your lips. “F-fuck…”

You beamed at him between his slightly parted legs, pressing your soft cheek against the bulge affectionately.

“You’re so big, daddy!”

With your newfound confidence, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slid them down, eyes wide as they focused on his cock. You heard Aaron hiss when his length finally slipped out, slapping against the lower part of his tee shirt. He was very big. Aaron let out a deep, quiet moan as he studied your expression- you were in awe, almost salivating at the sight of him. You slid down to lay on your stomach, taking hold of his shaft and causing him to hiss sharply. From the hem of his shirt you could see the base of his thick happy trail, the dark hair spreading out across his pubic bone and haloing his cock. With your other hand, you pulled his underwear down further until they reached his mid-thigh and now you had access to his mouth-watering balls too. You whimpered. Aaron felt precum slowly drip down off his tip, soaking into his shirt and leaving a little wet patch.

“You like the look of daddy’s cock huh?”

You nodded and whined out a little “yes” before you nuzzled your face against his cock. Eyes fluttering shut, you slowly opened your mouth and took the oozing tip inside, humming at the taste of his natural body and the slightly salty precum. You heard Aaron swear as you swirled your tongue around the tip, slipping your mouth further down the shaft. You bobbed your head lightly, sucking against his skin and feeling giddiness rise in your chest with every grunt and moan and curse that passed his lips. He tasted so good, addicting and you craved more. With one hand on his shaft, sliding up and down to meet your mouth, the other glided up to his stomach, slipping under his shirt and gripping onto the soft pudge there. You carded your fingers through the thick, dark hair there and felt the muscles under his skin contracting with every suck and lick of his cock. You felt his hands gently grip your scalp and you dug your fingers into his stomach when he began to guide you up and down his length.

“Unnf… that’s it, fuck- such a good fucking girl-” Aaron moaned softly, and you could feel him twitching against your tongue. You took more into your mouth until you felt the tip reach the back, just short of your throat, and you gagged a little. Aaron pulled you off quickly, sitting up to cup your cheeks. “Oh shit, I’m sorry sweetheart. Are you okay?” His eyes searched your face, the saliva dribbling down your chin and the little gasping breaths passing your swollen lips. You grinned.

“Mmh I am. Guess I gotta practice more to build up to that.” You breathed and slid your hand up and down his length. Aaron bucked his hips in surprise, falling back against the pillows with a grunt and causing you to giggle. “Oops~!”

You continued to slide your hand up over the slick tip whilst you kissed down the underside of the shaft until you reached the place where his cock met his balls. You hummed softly, tongue darting out to lick them and causing Aaron to groan deeply from the back of his throat. You could only sneak a couple more kisses before he pulled you away from his cock, grabbing onto your upper arms and hauling you to straddle him. He pressed his lips to yours in a fierce kiss, no doubt tasting himself on your lips, and his hands slid over to your back and encouraged you to grind your clothed slit over his shaft. You whined, feeling the tip bump your clit with the movement and wanting to feel more. Before you knew it, you were trapped beneath him on your back again, gasping in surprise and in turn, allowing his tongue to slip against yours. You felt hot, burning with need for him and craving him to do as he pleased with you so long as you could stay with him.

Aaron reeled back, gazing down at you with a look of pure desire and admiration of you. He reached for his shirt, pulling it up over his head and discarding it without any care and your pupils blew wide at the breathtaking sight of him in his entirety. Your eyes trailed over his form, over every bump and curve, the hair sprouting over his stomach, at every mole and beauty mark. But also at the faded but still raised scars that were scattered all across his body. You hadn’t known him during the threat of Foyet but had heard some of what transpired. But seeing it before you, seeing what physical damage that sadistic man had done to Aaron made your breath hitch. You blinked a few times, both to stop yourself from staring but also to try to clear away the tears welling up. Aaron noticed them though, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose affectionately.

“I’m okay, sweetheart. I promise.” He murmured softly. You nodded, but in the back of your mind you filed this off for a later time. For now, you slid your hand across his torso, feeling his skin under your touch and you kissed the corner of his mouth.

“You’re so handsome, sir. I knew you were already but…”

Aaron chuckled quietly, the tips of his ears evidently red as he cupped your cheek with one of his hands, brushing his thumb over your lips.

“Sweet-talking me, are we? Well, I appreciate it. I feel the same way seeing you.” kneeling back and lightly gripping onto the band of your shorts, he smirked. “Speaking of… shall we get these off you now, pretty girl? Gotta show your cute, little pussy the same amount of love you gave my cock.”

You squeaked, hips twitching upwards into his touch and allowing him to start sliding the shorts down your plush stomach and stretching over your large thighs. At the sight of your pubic mound, Aaron hummed deeply and made quick work pulling the fabric off the rest of the way, too joining the rest of your clothes elsewhere on the floor. You bit your lip, gazing up at him desperately and he chuckled again,

“Mhm, now I recall what you told me earlier from your dream. So,” He leaned back to give you space and gripped his girthy cock with one of his large hands. “Show daddy your pretty pussy.”

Oh fuck, you whimpered as you felt your clit throb at his command. You slid your hands down your body and gripped onto your legs, hooking your hands under your knees, and started parting your thighs for him. The cool air of the room hitting your dewy folds caused you to shiver, and the sight of Aaron jerking himself off to you made you feel confident, more aroused.

“I-is this okay, sir?”

Aaron gripped the base of his cock tightly, groaning a little and shifting forward towards your spread legs.

“God- so fucking pretty. You’ll let daddy touch, won’t you? You’re so wet.” He breathed, eyes focused on your slit.

“P-please-”

“Good girl.”

Letting go of his cock, Aaron instead moved his hands down to part your folds with his thumbs, licking his lips at the sight of your juices coating your skin. You shivered again, rolling your hips in desperation.

SLAP.

You squealed, back arching as the sting of Aaron’s hand impacting with your pussy startled you more than hurt you.

“Daddy!”

“I didn’t say you could keep moving around, little girl.”

Your eyes widened at his sharp tone, staring up at him as he glared. He resumed with his touches, swiping his fingers down from your little bundle of nerves to your leaking entrance. You whimpered, struggling to stay still but you couldn’t stop yourself from twitching. He chuckled and held his hand out to you showing off how much of your juices had stuck to his fingers.

“Would you look at that, little girl. So sensitive… i’ve barely touched you and you’re so jumpy.”

Your eyes widened and your stomach clenched, causing Aaron to pause.

“What is it? Are you alright?” His tone softened and you panicked a little.

“A-ah yes! Don’t worry, I just-” you felt a flush of warmth to your cheeks as you thought of how to word what you were about to say next. “Well, in my dream I was jumpy and you said I was jumpy like a b-bunny.”

For a moment the room was quiet, and you wondered if you had made a mistake. But as you opened your mouth to take back what you’d said, Aaron pinched your clit, making you cry out and buck your hips up.

“Well well, you’re more fucking filthy than I expected. You want me to call you my little bunny, huh?”

You keened up at him, letting out a high pitched noise as you tightened your grip on your legs.

“P-please, daddy!”

With a quiet huffing laugh, Aaron swiped his fingers across your pussy again and leaned down to press a kiss to your pubic mound. You quivered, anticipating what he would do next.

“So soft… Mmh, you smell so good, bunny. Gonna taste you now.” He whispered and slid his mouth lower, brushing his lips over the hood of your sensitive clit. He hummed, sending vibrations through your slit and you choked out, bucking your hips up against his face.

SLAP.

You sobbed out a broken moan with the smack to your pussy again, this time more firmly than the first one.

“Fuck- sorry da- ungh!” you could barely speak, words slurring into a loud moan when Aaron’s tongue swiped from your leaky hole up to your little nub, sucking it into his mouth and releasing it with a tug. He didn’t stop, lapping at the bundle of nerves with his talented tongue and all you could do was try to stop yourself from riding his face. With his slick covered hand, he circled a finger around your entrance and dipped it inside slightly with every round; teasing you. He sucked you back into his mouth again, simultaneously thrusting the finger inside you in one swipe and you wailed.

Your grip on your legs faltered, slipping from your grasp and your feet slammed down onto the mattress. With a growl, Aaron surrounded your clit with his teeth as he pulled his mouth away again and as he did so, his finger slipped back out of your pussy. The sound of his fingers slapping your poor slit resounded around the room, accompanied by your cute squeal.

“You’re a naughty fucking bunny, aren’t you? Can’t keep hold of your legs anymore, huh? Tsk.”

Shoving your legs apart, Aaron thrusted two fingers inside you this time and his mouth devoured your poor clit, the little nub becoming swollen and red from the spanks. With another sob, your hands came to grip at his hair and he growled again, fucking his fingers into you roughly. He would be the death of you, driving you brainless with his touch and you’d thank him for it too.

Two fingers became three, stretching your little pussy open around them as he tortured you with his mouth. You already felt full just with his thick fingers inside you, but you’d seen the girth of his cock and you could only wonder how much it would split you open for him.

“S-so much- Fuck! Daddy, s-so thick~” You whined, feeling your juices drooling out of you with every thrust of his fingers. Aaron pulled off your clit again far enough away to speak.

“You need stretching out so you can take daddy’s cock, bunny.”

He emphasised with a thrust upwards and your hips spasmed, hands gripping the bedsheets either side of you desperately.

“G-ghh fuck!” 

His mouth resumed on your mound as his pace quickened, fingers rapidly thrusting in and out of you with a sloshing sound. You felt a burning pleasure building within your lower abdomen, coaxed by his torturous touch and your noises raised in pitch. With the feeling of your walls clamping around his fingers, Aaron smirked around your clit as he knew you were going to cum any moment now. With a light nibble of his teeth and a particular thrust you cried, back arching as you rode his mouth and fingers through your powerful orgasm. But he didn’t let up, continuing your torture until you were keening again. Only then did he relent, pulling off your clit with a wet smack of his lips and he pushed himself up with his spare hand, keeping his fingers of his other hand inside you still. He licked his lips.

“Mhm, you taste real good, bunny.” he smirked, eyes on your heaving chest. You struggled to catch your breath, eyes heavily lidded as you basked in the aftershocks.

“F-fuck, that was…”

“Us only getting started.”

That helped your eyes recover, widening as you stared up at the mischievous look on Aaron’s face.

“Oh fuck.”

He leaned down to kiss you, full of passion as you opened your mouth to taste your juices that lingered on his tongue, but pulled away far too soon and his fingers slipped out of your gushing hole. He cooed at you when you whimpered, pressing one more kiss to your forehead.

“Just gotta get a condom, bunny. You just sit tight for daddy, okay?” He said as he shifted away and clambered off the bed. Your eyes followed his toned rump, the urge to bite it suddenly flooded your mind and you bit your lip. Maybe another time, you thought.

“Why’d you have condoms, daddy? You thinking about fucking me?” You giggled as he grabbed a little foil packet from his go-bag. He turned to you with a glare, stalking over to the bed and crawling towards you on the mattress. Before you could react, his hand came down sharply on your overly sensitive clit and you wailed, body jolting as pleasure and pain spasmed through you.

“Don’t be coy with me, naughty little bunny. I have them for less mess. Which is your doing,” He emphasised with another, lighter slap to your clit, then massaged it with the slightly rough pad of his fingers. “You keep invading my dreams and I have to sort out the problem you cause.”

Oh fuck, you whined as your mind was filled with thoughts of Aaron waking from erotic dreams about you, fucking his fist at the thought of you afterwards.

“G-god that’s so hot, daddy!” you moaned, rolling your hips involuntarily and he grunted.

“It’s been torture, is what it is.” Aaron came to kneel between your spread legs again, this time his hips were flushed with your thighs, and he tore open the little wrapper with his skillful fingers. But as he began rolling the rubber over his thick shaft, his hands faltered and his cock twitched. “Oh god.”

You tilted your head.

“Wh-what’s wrong?”

Aaron didn’t say anything at first as he secured the condom in place, but then he pressed the length down against your squishy stomach and mound and you realised what he was thinking about.

“Look how small you are compared to daddy’s cock.” He marvelled. And he was right. He was so thick, at least three of his fingers in width, with the tip ending at the midway point of your low abdomen. Oh��� You felt your pussy clench in anticipation.

“I…I don’t know if it’ll fit, daddy.”

You sucked your lip into your mouth, wiggling your hips as you shifted to get comfortable. Aaron cooed at you.

“Aww don’t worry bunny, daddy will make sure it fits.”

Grasping his cock and shifting back just enough to align the bulbous head with your pussy, he slowly brushed it up and down, using his other hand to spread your lips to expose more of your clit to him as he massaged it with his cock. You were gasping out cute, little noises which only encouraged him to grind more, thrusting over the hood of the sensitive nub with a quiet grunt.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. You ready to take my cock, little bunny?” He rumbled and you grasped for the hand spreading your folds.

“Please, sir! N-need it so badly~” you whined and with a huffed laugh, Aaron angled his cock in line with your oozing entrance.

“Gonna push inside now, bunny. Be a good girl for me-”

You could feel the pressure on your hole. The sensation of his cockhead slowly pushing into you made your eyes widen more and more until suddenly, it slid home and stretched you out deliciously.

“O-oh-!” Your mouth was agape, and Aaron groaned deeply with the sensation of your pussy clenching around his tip. Christ, you already felt full to the brim. But then as his hand slammed down onto the pillow beside your head in an attempt to stay upright, his cock slid in further- easing into you more and stretching you out a little bit at a time. “Fuck!” You moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

His own moan joined yours, deep and sensual and one of the best sounds you had ever heard. He stilled, holding himself up as he waited for you to adjust.

“F-fuck- sorry, sweetheart- you just feel so good I lost my balance for a moment.” He grunted, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “You alright?”

You nodded, straining your neck up to press your lips to his cheek over the beauty mark under his right eye.

“I am, don’t worry. Feels so good, I promise.” You murmured softly, smiling up at him. He chuckled and a delightful blush tinted his cheeks.

“Okay, okay. Gonna slide out a bit and try to get a little deeper, bunny.”

Pulling his hips back, you felt his length retreating until only the tip remained, then he lightly thrusted forward with a soft grunt again. Slowly, inch-by-inch he worked his cock inside you, encouraged by your soft moans. And then, you felt his hips press against the back of your thighs, stuffed full of his fat cock. Your eyes were blown wide, whining loudly when you felt the pad of his thumb brush against your clit.

“S-full…” you slurred, hands reaching for Aaron’s arms to grip onto. He was clenching his jaw, resisting the urge to fuck into you until you were ready.

“You take me so well, bunny- fuck!” Your pussy clenched around him from his praising and it took every ounce of his strength not to fall on top of you again.

You felt impossibly stuffed full of him with a dull ache throbbing through your lower abdomen, though not entirely unpleasant.

“P-please…”

“Please, what? Use your words, pretty bunny.” Aaron teased and you whined whilst pushing your hips up at him.

“Please move, daddy!” you finally whined out and he kissed your forehead.

“Good girl.”

Slowly sliding his cock out of you, your pussy clinging to his shaft like a vice grip, he paused when only the tip remained. And then he thrusted forward in one firm movement, spearing you on his length to the hilt. You cried out in time with his grunt, and slowly he picked up a pace. IN and out, in and out, your body jolting in time with every thrust, to which Aaron grabbed onto one of your breasts to leverage himself.

“Feel so fucking good around my cock- fuck- good little bunny-” Aaron grunted and emphasised his words every time he bottomed out, his voice more husky than usual as pleasure burned through his entirety. You could only moan and wail, the pressure of his cock stretching out your hole and the prominent vein running along the topside of his shaft stimulated your clitoris from within.

“S-so much- Aah-Aaron!” You wailed as your words melted into moans, not even paying attention to the fact his name had slipped through. You felt Aaron’s hips stutter and he swore loudly, curling downward and kissing your neck hungrily. His pace quickened, his cock barely pulling out more than halfway now and stimulating the roof of your pussy more thoroughly. But you least expected his hand grabbing your breast to let go, only to slap your poor clit and making you cry out barely lower than a scream. “Sir!”

Aaron pulled upright to glare down at you, still fucking his cock into you roughly,

“That’s not what you called me just now, you fucking naughty girl.” He hissed as he slapped your clit again. You howled, back arching and your legs tried to close but were blocked by his hips.

“Please! I’m sorry, daddy! Feels too good~”

“I haven’t even been fucking you for that long and you’re already this brainless? Fucking filthy.” He spat, rubbing his fingers over you clit rapidly. You writhed beneath him, not caring about having shame as your pleasure began to swell. He scoffed. “I can feel you pulsing. Gonna cum, are you? Go on, cum for daddy like the filthy fucking bunny you are.”

The pleasure was burning now, spreading through your core until you let out a broken moan, grabbing Aaron by the shoulders and pulling him down on top of you, his fingers still rapidly toying with your sensitive nub. It was blinding, no other orgasm had compared to this one before. Being so full of him, surrounded by him, his relentless movements… You were spasming hard, your body trying to shy away from the overwhelming pleasure but Aaron pulled you back with his free hand.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re staying right here, bunny.”

You whined as oversensitivity caused your body to shiver uncontrollably. Aaron finally relented, though still kept you stuffed with his cock and he brushed his lips against your cheek. “You doing okay?” he whispered softly and you nodded, smiling a little,

“God yeah, you’re fucking wild!” You giggled when he huffed out a laugh and nuzzled your cheek against his. “We can keep going, that was just the most intense orgasm I think I’ve ever had.”

“Jeez, well it was certainly the most intense sensation I’ve felt around my cock, I’ll tell you that.”

With one last kiss to your cheek, Aaron pulled back and his demeanour shifted back to being stern and dominant. He eyed the place where you two bodies joined and he hummed.

“Don’t move, daddy wants to check something, ‘kay?”

You whimpered as you felt his cock slowly pulling out of your oversensitive channel but then you squeaked when he pulled the tip out entirely, followed by a gush of your juices. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, pushing your thighs back until you knees reached your chest. “Hold them there.”

You complied immediately, gripping the back of your knees and struggling a little bit with the sweat that had built up there. With his hands free now though Aaron carefully pried your folds apart and he groaned loudly. You twitched.

“Wh-what is it?”

His eyes dragged up to your face and he smirked.

“Wanted to see how much you’d stretched for daddy, bunny. You’re fucking gaping.”

You felt your eyes widen and a full-body shiver coursed through you.

“Oh my god.”

He hummed deeply again, then leaned his body down to swipe his tongue around your slightly gaping entrance. You could barely make a noise before he sat up again and pushed his cock back inside in one quick movement and you gasped loudly. With your knees pressed to your chest it felt as though he pushed impossibly deeper inside you and it made you mewl for him. He was rolling his hips sensually into you, moaning in his sensually baritone voice.

“Fuck… Don’t think I’m gonna last too much longer, sweetheart.” He huffed out when he felt you clenching around him again. You let go of your legs, hooking them over his shoulders and instead grasping hold of his hands.

“S’okay, me neither-”

Aaron’s pubic bone rubbed against your swollen clit, the hair tickling it with the roll of his hips. He squeezed your dominant hand and moved it between your bodies but didn’t let go, instead guiding your circles around the bundle of nerves.

“That’s it, good girl. My fucking good bunny.” He encouraged you. Pleasure was building again rapidly within you, and you turned your head to bite into the pillow cradling your head.

“F-fuck! Please- please!”

Aaron picked up the pace, pulling out just enough to piston in and out of you and his noises raised an octave higher.

“Shit- (Y/n)!” He moaned and that was it for you. Your body shook and quivered almost violently, eyes rolling back into your head as you wailed Aaron’s name. Simultaneously, his cock twitched prominently as he orgasmed, his body tensing aside from his bucking hips. There was no end, your pussy clenching around him in response to his hand guiding your clitoral stimulation, in turn prolonging his own overwhelming pleasure. Before it became all too much, he let go of your hand and both dropped onto the mattress, utterly fucked out.

The room was quiet aside from your mutually heavy breathing and the rush of blood in your ears. You could feel Aaron softening inside you now as the two of you calmed down but you whined and grabbed hold of him when he tried to pull away.

“No, stay!”

“Honey, I’ll collapse on you, and I’ve gotta take care of the condom.” He said softly to which you scowled at him.

“Ugh, but I wanna cuddle.” You protested weakly. He smiled and kissed your forehead.

“You need to pee too, pretty girl.”

You only slightly hated that he was right about that. A few minutes later, with some water and some snacks you had in your go-bag, the two of you cuddled up to one another under the covers, still bare but cosy. Initially, Aaron had protested laying half on top of you as you requested, but quickly accepted it with a light-hearted laugh when you pulled him down onto you and wrapped your limbs around him. It felt natural, as though you’d always been together. And it filled you with butterflies.

You brushed your fingers through his messy, dark hair and studied the beauty of his face when he lifted his head up from your bust to look at you. The corner of your mouth twitched.

“D’you wanna, um, maybe go for coffee sometime?”

Aaron grinned.

“You’re asking me on a date?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want this to just be, y’know, sex.” You said softly. He pressed a kiss to your chest just below your collarbones lovingly.

“Neither do I. I’d love to go out for coffee with you.”

And you beamed at him, your cheeks tinted with a rosy glow.

The following morning you followed alongside Aaron to the hotel reception area to meet up with the others, eyes still a bit bleary as you blinked rapidly. The others were already waiting for you, it turned out and immediately your stride faltered when you saw the expression on their faces. Oh no.

“Well, well! There you two are!” Derek chortled and you wished the floor would swallow you whole. His eyes fixed on you and he grinned widely. “Hey bunny! Sleep well?”You stopped in your tracks, as did Aaron and he glanced back at you, meeting your eye. You were in for a very long flight home.

Jesus christ that was the longest fucking standalone fic ever. I hope yawl enjoyed it if you stuck around until the end here 😭😭 thank you so much for reading!!!

Tagged people: @tgskitten @hoffmanfan13

[babygorewhore]

Anon request of JJ! Hope you enjoy babes! Dividers by @cafekitsune

Warnings! Fingering! Degrading! Praise! Use of the word sir!

JJ who loves to masturbate you….

When JJ found out you hadn’t actually fucked someone, it made his cock feel like it was going to explode out of his pants. A pretty little thing like you going around neglected and horny was unacceptable in his book. He did feel reassured that you had toys, otherwise he was going to have to solve that problem. He loved watching you use them when he wasn’t with you on FaceTime. JJ enjoyed his own personal show as much as any man but nothing gave him more satisfaction than seeing your wetness smeared on his thick fingers. He hadn’t been with a ton of girls but he was experienced enough to know a woman’s body well. He was addicted to seeing your hips roll as he fucked you with his hand while you held a vibrator against your swollen clit.

Your eyes were squeezed shut as he teased your pussy, ringed fingers working you as he held you on his lap with his lips attached to your neck. “That’s it, princess. Hump my hand like the fuckin slut you are.”

You whimper and whine, clawing at the sheets underneath you as JJ finally plunges two fingers in your cunt, curling them up. “Fuck Angel. About to cream all over my fingers already? I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy.” He praises and works you faster.

Your head lulls to the side but JJ squishes your cheeks with his free palm and turns your head. “None of that being shy shit. You know I can’t get enough of jerking you off.”

JJ maneuvers you off his lap, putting you on your hands and knees. He gives your ass a slap before he continues his motions with his digits. Your soaking cunt leaks onto his knuckles as JJs dick hardens inside his boxers. He was addicted to touching you, making you cum multiple times until you were a brainless little fuck doll. Your chest heaves as you lean forward, grinding back on his hand and JJ moans in satisfaction as you cum.

You whimper pathetically against the bed and he overstimulated you, making tears spring in your eyes.

“What’s wrong pretty girl? Can’t handle it? But you’re so fucking sexy when you’re crying f’me. I’m just getting started. Gonna spend time making this perfect pussy squeeze me. Fuck,” JJ finally removes his fingers and licks them clean.

He flips you on your back, spreading your legs to expose your glistening pussy. “That’s how I like you. All spread out and drippin. I’m gonna keep fuckin you with my hand, then my mouth before I pound you with my cock. You gonna be a good girl and take it f’me?”

“Yes, sir.” You whisper and JJ smirks, pressing you down further into the mattress.

“So obedient too. Can’t believe no one’s ever appreciated this cunt. But don’t worry baby doll. I’m gonna clean it all up.”

Tagging @xxbimbobunnyxx @marchsfreakshow @oceandriveab @starkeysprincess @sturnioloshacker @outermaybanks @decodedlvr @rafescurtainbangz @rafesthroatbaby @lilacheavenn @redhead1180 @nemesyaaa @alliisinwonderland05 @rafeinterlude

[rynwritesreid]

Okay, I'm obsessed with the Idea of a bisexual sunshine reader that is with Spencer but she meets Emily for the first time and Spencer expects her to be like 😆😁😌but instead she's like 🫣🫢😳 because Emily IS SO HOT and when they're alone Spencer goes like ''So you fond Emily attractive '' and she's like ''.. What ?..Wait, no.. Never..... yes''

A/N: I don’t know how, but you seem to be in my mind/drafts. I was already planning on writing a fic like this. I am planning on making my fic the part two to this, well as long as people enjoy this one. ;)

Summary: Basically what anon asked, but a little twist towards the end.

Content: fem!reader. Sunshine&bisexual reader. Fluff. No smut but 18+ only. Very little warnings for this. Definitely some implications towards the end.

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You and Spencer had been in a relationship for the past few months, and for Spencer it had been absolute bliss. You were basically everything Spencer wasn’t. You were always happy; you somehow always had a huge smile plastered on your face. You always seemed to make friends with everybody, and he had never witnessed you have an awkward interaction with anybody.

And maybe because of Spencer’s new and improved attitude at work, or how he didn’t always ramble on about recent statistics, or maybe it was because Spencer worked with FBI trained profilers, that they were able to deduce that he was in a relationship.

“So, Spencer, when are we going to meet her.” Emily smiled, knowing she had caught him off guard. Spencer's eyes widened slightly, his mind racing to come up with an excuse.

"Don't even try to deny it, Spencer. We all know there's someone special in your life," JJ interjected, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Spencer cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure.

"Well, um, we're still in the early stages, and I just want to make sure everything is... right before introducing her to all of you," he stammered, hoping they would buy his vague explanation.

But Emily wasn't buying it. She exchanged a knowing glance with JJ before turning back to Spencer with a sly smile. "Oh, come on, Spencer. We won't bite... much," she teased, causing Penelope to giggle from her spot at her computer.

Spencer felt the heat rise to his cheeks as he realized there was no way out of this conversation. Taking a deep breath, he finally relented. “Okay, okay. I’ll see if she if free this weekend. And she’s amazing, you guys will love her.”

*

“So, you’re ready to meet my friends?” Spencer was nervous as he glanced over at you, waiting for your response. You smiled warmly, reaching out to squeeze his hand in reassurance.

"Of course, Spencer. I'd love to meet your friends," you replied, your eyes filled with genuine excitement. Spencer felt a wave of relief wash over him at your easy acceptance.

*

As Spencer walked you into the bar where his friends were waiting, he couldn’t help but feel happy. He already knew how this was going to go down, you would be your happy smiley self, and everybody would love you. 

As you entered the bar, Spencer's friends immediately noticed the radiant energy you brought with you. Penelope was the first to greet you, her smile just as bright as yours. "Oh, my goodness, you must be the one who finally stole Spencer's heart! I'm Penelope, it's so lovely to meet you!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a warm hug.

JJ approached next, a warm smile on her face. "I'm JJ, it's great to finally meet the person who's been putting that smile on Spencer's face," she said, giving you a friendly handshake.

As your eyes finally met Emily, you suddenly became very shy, a side to you that Spencer had only ever seen once, and that’s when you were telling him how much you adored him.

With a slight blush gracing your cheeks, you extended your hand towards Emily, who regarded you with a curious glint in her eye. "Hi, I'm Emily. Spencer talks about you all the time," she said, her tone friendly but carrying a hint of scrutiny.

You seemed to fade back into your shell, something you hadn’t done in a while. Luke and Tara also introduced themselves, but all you could focus on was your boyfriend and Emily.

Spencer was taking notes of how you were reacting, he knew that you had developed a crush on Emily. He wasn’t mad about it; she was an attractive woman, and you had always been open with the fact you were bisexual. He knew you wouldn’t act upon this crush; he knew you loved him.

*

Once you were in Spencer’s apartment, his hand on the small of your back as you seemed a little too drunk to walk properly, “so, you found Emily attractive, huh.” Spencer raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he teased you. Your cheeks flushed crimson, a combination of alcohol and embarrassment colouring your face as you stumbled over your words.

“What?? Wait… No, I would never. Well, I mean she’s just really… pretty.” you mumbled, avoiding Spencer's gaze as you plopped down on the couch. Spencer chuckled softly, taking a seat beside you, and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"You know, it's okay to find other people attractive," Spencer reassured you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. You leaned into his touch, feeling the comfort of his presence wash over you. 

Maybe it was the Dutch courage taking over you, “all night Spencer, all I could think about was you and her,” you paused for a brief second a small giggle coming out your mouth “doing whatever you both wanted to do, to me.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned in closer to you, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Is that so? You know, fantasies can become reality if you're brave enough to make them come true," he murmured, his words laced with promise.

Part two

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hey princess! i was just thinking pope thots. pope n deer reader r so soo cute <3

but anyways, pope with deer reader who agrees with everything he says. like if he and jj were bickering about something, n jj was like trying to to get her to back him up, she'd just be like "but pope is right tho" with her eyebrows furrowed like he'd asked her the dumbest question ever (she has no clue what they're even arguing, she's preoccupied with pope's hands wrapped around her waist)

also, her sitting on pope's lap on the porch of the chateau while the pogues talk, and she's just like braiding his hair or sum and her only contributions to the convo are little yeah's and mhm's whenever pope talks

-🌻 (could i be this emoji anon pls princess?) luv ya! <3

dis is tooooo cute ♡ pope x deer!reader got sm love in my inbox i’m blown away !!

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but yes, you’re there for pope and pope only, tbh.

jj is incredibly friendly with you because that’s just his nature, even though you’re shy and rather withdrawn he makes his best efforts to involve you in conversations because that’s just how he is, he doesn’t want anyone to feel pushed out.

he slings an arm around your shoulder, leaning down to your level a little as if he’s in cahoots with you, making your boyfriend roll his eyes, arms crossed over his chest, mostly unbothered. “okay, side with me here— tell your boyfriend to unclench a little. we can afford to be reckless because papa j right here is protected,” he pats the gun shape beneath his waistband. “nothin’ is gonna touch us.”

pope tsks, yanking you away and pointing a finger at you briefly. “you don’t have to answer to him, and you —” he whirls on jj, stressful as his friend chuckles. “leave her out of this, please?”

“just — just let her answer, dude.”

“i think we should do popes plan.” you smile happily, clinging to your boyfriends thick bicep and he nods, lips pressed to one another proudly.

“see? she’s good, and she listens. wish i could say the same for you, jj.”

“yeah yeah.” he waves him off before pointing to you playfully. “disappointed, but not surprised. i’ll get’ya on my side eventually kid.”

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[pappydaddy]

i'm yours (j.m.)

tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader *cis!female anatomical parts mentioned

requested by another lovely anon as part of my 800 follower celebration

synopsis: not having labels muddles things up. luckily, they don't need labels to know they are mad about each other. though, labels might not hurt - might even save some noses.

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warnings: spicy, spicy, spicy. dry humping. dirty. reader is horny. blood. broken nose. punching. fluff (if you squint) 18+ please and thank you. characters are aged up as per usual!

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 It was as if the stars aligned just the right way, because there she stood, the girl that had been consuming JJ’s mind twenty-four-seven lately. The moonlight rained down on her like a glowing spotlight, pointing her out to him as if he needed any help finding her in a crowd. And then, the stars must have shifted because as the dancing crowd moved just right, it revealed someone unpleasant standing beside her - talking her ear off, Topper. With his stupid shorts and polo top matched with his stupid boat shoes. 

  Bitterness swirled in JJ’s stomach as his face twisted into a scowl, his heart lurched, almost as if it wanted to jump out of his chest and strangle Topper. He knew what her opinion on Topper and other Kooks were - she hated him, but she doesn’t like making scenes so she suffers through conversations. She was too nice (or shy, he wasn’t too sure which yet) to tell him to piss off, but JJ wasn’t. However, something did hold him back. They weren’t official yet. And that was completely on him. He was the one dragging his feet on this one, but now he realized his mistake. 

  He’s taken it slow with her. She was too perfect and too innocent for him, so he was scared of either ruining her and her life or scaring her off with all of his baggage. Her friend’s opinions of him didn’t help his self-doubt. He knew they hated him. He knew they were telling her to move on, to forget him. But she didn’t listen. Even if there wasn’t a label, it was clear to both of them that this thing was more than just fooling around. They had feelings for each other. It was obvious when he kissed her and her first reaction is always to blush or do that cute little panicked hand flap as if she was surprised he would kiss her before her body melted into him.

  “Screw it.” JJ’s eyes zeroed in on Topper as he inched closer to Y/N, obviously flirting despite Y/N clearly wanting out of the situation. He was a large guy, standing at six feet and having a decent amount of muscle, so it didn’t surprise him when he reached the pair quickly, but it did surprise him that he reached them in what felt like five seconds - he stumbled a bit, feeling like he was transported there instead of walking. 

  Y/N spotted him first, those beautiful eyes JJ loved looking into so much, catching his and widening as if asking him for help, which was exactly what he planned to do. “What do you want, Pogue?” Topper’s snarl made JJ look over at him, blue eyes cold and hard, as if he was aiming to kill him. 

  “I was coming over here to ask what the hell you’re doing flirting with someone who is clearly not yours to flirt with.” JJ squared his shoulders, stepping up to Topper, showing the slight but noticeable height difference between them when JJ pulls to his full height. Y/N’s mouth fell open, eyes watching JJ as he puffed his chest out slightly. ‘Hot damn!’ She thought, eyes flicking all over his body before looking back at the tense stare off. 

  “Last I checked, she was single.” Topper gestured toward Y/N, shooting her a wink, but JJ shifted to hide her from him, scoffing at this. 

  “Oh, news to me, because I don’t think what we’ve been doing screams ‘just friends’,” JJ put air quotes around the phrase, looking back at her with his jaw set in a way that made her want to drop to her knees right there. “What do you think, Sweets?” He asked her, his voice deep and dark, almost as if it was strained. The nickname. The voice. The look. The protectiveness. It all went right between her legs. 

  “Definitely not.” She confirmed, bottom lip being sucked between her teeth as she crossed her legs as discreetly as she could while standing, squeezing. She had to admit, she was already hot and bothered from watching from across the party all night, and now it was like someone opened the floodgates. She could jump him right then and there, but Topper just won’t let go. 

  “Still single, man,” Topper shook his head with his stupid smirk, making JJ whirl his head back around at such a rate it startled both Y/N and Topper. For a moment, Y/N was concerned that he had hurt his neck, but didn’t realize since he was hyped up on a mix of one beer, testosterone, and adrenaline. “She’s fair game for the rest of us-” 

  Topper didn’t get to finish his sentence before JJ’s fist met his nose, a sickening crack sounding as a loudly hissed ‘Fuck!’ left Topper’s mouth, his hands flying up to his nose which must have been broken from the amount of pain, blood, and the sound. “Hey, you saw he was disrespecting her, right?” JJ looked over to the group of people who were standing around, trying not to look like they were listening from the jump. 

  They all nodded furiously. “One of you put your information in my phone.” Y/N pulled her phone out, unlocking it and opening contacts, handing it to the group. After graduating, JJ learned his lesson - always have a witness or two to confirm his story (true or not). Y/N usually was the one who got a witness' contact information to keep in case they needed it. With Topper, they would definitely need it, he’s pressed charges before. 

  Glancing over at Topper, she saw a mass of people around him, someone holding their discarded shirt to his nose to stem the bleeding. Over the balled up fabric, he was glaring at the two of them, saying something but they couldn’t hear through the shirt and over the loud nose. Eyes flicking over to JJ, she looked up at him, his back still turned towards her, heaving. His fists were still clenched, almost as if he was ready for someone to come try to avenge Topper or Topper to come flying at them. 

  “Here you go, we put her number in.” A shaky voice pulled her eyes away from JJ. A boy held her phone out to her, his hand and whole body shaking slightly, eyes pleading with her to take the phone before JJ turned around. He was scared of JJ. He was intimidating, probably, she assumed since all she saw was a guy with such a large heart and an urge to protect anything he cares about with all his might. 

  “Thank you,” She took the phone, locking and pocketing it. “JJ, we should leave.” She shuffled the rest of the way over to JJ, her toes getting buried in the sand despite her sandals. For the first time since the punch, JJ looked over at her as she gripped his arm. As soon as his eyes met hers, they softened, but seemed to get darker. His chest rested, no longer heaving, and his fists relaxed, one arm snaking around her waist to pull her against him. 

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  When she suggested they leave, she was more concerned about the possibility of cops showing up to bust the party since there was a strong possibility of someone snitching after that punch was thrown. She didn’t even think this could happen. She didn’t think he would want to. Part of her even thought he would be mad that she let Topper flirt with her, but as he muttered into her neck not long ago, he knew she didn’t want him. Didn’t want him the way she wanted JJ. Didn’t want him talking to her. Didn’t want him anywhere near her. He knew that.  

  Really, they barely even left the party since they managed to make it to the Twinkie and that was as far as they went. In all fairness, JJ was the one who brought it since everyone else had drives already. So the van was all theirs according to him. Imagine her shock when JJ’s lips landed on hers, lips moving against hers with such passion she kind of thought it was a dream. She had expected a fight. Maybe that was her own messed up trauma coming forth, but she least expected to have his tongue in her mouth and his hands roaming around her body. 

   She hummed into his mouth as he gently started to guide her down on her back. ‘God bless the Twinkie’s lack of seats.’ She thought once her back met the floor of the van, JJ’s weight shifting as he settled between her legs, his body pressing against her in just the right way. She could feel everything. From the heat radiating off of him to every single dip and ridge of his muscled abdomen. 

  Her eyes opened when JJ pulled his mouth away, catching a glimpse of the dark interior. JJ had parked in a rather secluded spot. With trees hanging over the van, all planted in a row behind the van, they were perfectly hidden. A bit of moonlight slipped through the leaves, illuminated the inside so softly. Her eyes shifted, looking at JJ’s body pressed against her. The way the soft lighting surrounded him, it made him look pure and soft - just like she always pictured him. “You got quiet,” JJ muttered against her skin as he kissed along her neck and shoulders. “What’s going on in there?” He asked, pulling away to look at her for a moment. 

  A ray of moonlight hit his eyes, making them sparkle like two ocean blue gems. “Just thinking about how beautiful you are.” She uttered, her hands sliding up from where they rested on his sides to cup his face. Pulling his lips back to hers, he let her lead the kiss. Soft. Loving. Tender. JJ felt like they were in one of those romance movies she loves to watch. She took a deep breath in, lips pulling back only enough to do so as if she was trying to breath him in. 

   Eyes fluttering open again, her eyes stared up at him - big and darkened with want and need. Looking into those eyes was all it took for JJ to snap. Instantly, his lips were on hers again, but only for a moment until they trailed down to the spot he knew so well - sucking. Harshly. 

  Y/N’s eyes nearly rolled back into her head, mouth opening and head falling back as she moaned. She always responded like that and JJ knew it. She also knew he knew by the feeling of his smirk against her now widely exposed neck. “JJ, careful-“ She panted, back arching off the floor as he slid his hands under her, dragging against the smooth skin of her back. “What if-“ As his hands hit the thin strap resting on her back that was holding her bikini closed, it was like she couldn’t speak in full sentences. “Someone sees the mark.” 

  She warned, but she knew it was futile since his attack seemed to have shifted from that spot and was now inching down to her collarbones as he pulled on the string of her bathing suit. “So what,” He muttered against her skin, the vibrations tickling her slightly but she was too turned on to pay anything but the need for friction any mind. “That way everyone will know you’re mine and I’m yours.” 

  His words went right to two places. Her heart, but mostly her vagina. Maybe like one percent to the heart. More will go later, after he rails her in the back of his best friend's van. “I’m yours, JJ. In every way.” 

  Too overcome with the need for some sort of relief, her hips rolled against JJ’s. A synchronous moan filled the air. She didn’t stop the movement, making JJ still his merciless teasing. She wanted to open her eyes to look at him, to see why he was frozen as she continued to rub herself against his still body. Thankfully, he was a strong guy with good endurance so even with her trapped under him, she could rub against him and get herself off. She was well on her merry way to doing just that. 

  Moans spilling out from both of them, her movements quickened and became sloppier. She was squirming now, face screwed up. Before she met JJ, she was sure this was an orgasm. She couldn’t understand how it could get any better than this, but then JJ showed her just what she was missing and she was proven wrong. 

  That’s why she sobbed when one of JJ’s hands freed themselves from where they had a death grip on her bathing suit and gripped her hip, stopping her movements. “JJ!” She cried desperately, panting as she tried to roll her hips again. 

  “Gorgeous, if you keep doing that, this is gonna be over way too quick, and neither of us want that.” He practically growled and she gasped. Partially from the shock that ran through her, feeding her beating heart and also feeding her pooling wetness. Also from the fact that with a yank of his hand her top was untied and with another, her top was off and thrown elsewhere. “Now, let me savor everything my girlfriend has to offer.” His voice was deep, in a dark and an arousing way. 

  But what really got her was how his blue eyes remained locked with hers as he dragged his lips down her body. A trail of goosebumps and tingles were left, marking the path he took. From the base of her throat, down the valley of her breasts (where there was a brief pit stop to nip and suck - knowing she loved it), down her stomach, and stopping at the top of her jean shorts.    Their eye contact was unbreakable and somehow he managed to make it a form of sexual teasing. He didn’t even look as he unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them and her bathing suit bottoms down together. Those too were thrown carelessly. He only broke their eye contact for a second, if you could even count it as a full second, to look down at her bare core. “My girlfriend is all sprawled out here looking like a whole-ass buffet. All you can eat, I hope.” He winked before dipping down, hands pushing her legs apart. The last thing she saw was that damn smirk before his lips disappeared and she gasped out a sudden moan. Eyes closing, legs widening before trying to snap shut around his head (his hands already placed to stop her), and her back arching off the floor with her head flying back.

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Mate, I’m not lying (I swear to god that I’m not lying) that I worked with Jensen before and he is just quiet but he is respectful. And Jensen is rude to people who are rude to him first, plus it’s known that Jensen is shy and has Social anxiety, people can’t tell that because they can’t tell the difference between being laid back and Arrogant. Also more people who met Jensen outside of conventions all say that he is genuinely a nice and caring dude. Also I don’t hate Jared, You guys are just fucking toxic every single hater, is fucking toxic, and to think that Conventions are authentic shows how your brain works

He may be shy (convenient) but the things he says show outright entitlement. Have you ever thought that maybe he was acting with you? Coz the shit that sometimes comes out of his mind is pretty wild and he sort of brushes it off like normal behavior.

Like what was calling Jessica Alba a bitch or the crew members on Rust demanding better working conditions whiny bitches. What was the whole thing about not responding to that female race car driver from the charity auction. Him saying JJ is his fav. The whole thing about him and JDM trying to flex their fame at the tattoo shop etc etc

The list is kinda endless even if I don't include the shit he has done to Jared with Yana and the prequel so if you think I am going to fall for he is shy routine then you picked the wrong person.

If I am toxic be on your way. This is last ask of yours I am entertaining. After this I will block. I am not forcing you to read my blog.

[cloudlessly-light]

Find me where the wild things are (4/5)

A/N: Thank you to the anon/anons who’ve sent encouraging asks, they really motivated me to finish this chapter quicker than I had thought. Also, look at the three latest warnings, and skip if that’s not your thing   Chapter title: Only got one thing on my mind   Summary:  Emily is just shy of 18 when she meets her mother’s new boyfriend, Aaron Hotchner. He’s 30 years older, he’s brooding, he’s kind of boring, he’s gorgeous. And she was screwed Word Count: 3,9k Rating:  Explicit Warnings : Smut, power dynamics, oral, dirty talk, daddy kink, daddy issues galore, overstimulation, sex toys, anal sex  

It's been almost two months since Emily started to sleep with him. It had been two months of something she could only call an unrelating craving. She’d spend the days with friends, or lounging around the estate, reading, swimming, working out, and then he’d come home and she’d spend hours and hours with him as he brought her the most immense pleasure she’d ever experienced.  

It was addictive, he was addictive and she could see it on him too, that same intense lust. His gaze darkened the moment they were behind closed doors, the change from Aaron to the man she’d willingly gave herself too subtle to anybody else but always strikingly clear to her. When he was travelling for work they barely spoke, Emily knew that there couldn’t be any evidence of what they were doing, that even as much as a text message could ruin everything. Every time he came home, he would be frenzied, his touch rough and dominating as he took out whatever he was feeling on her and she never even thought about saying no. Just like he used her as an escape, she did the same with him.  

He had been gone for five days this time and it was one of the longer trips he had taken. She had the house to herself, and although she got bored she still took advantage of living in her mother’s house. It was a beautiful hot Sunday afternoon and she had invited JJ, Penelope, Spencer and Derek over to keep her company. They made drinks, blasted the music way too loud as they all took advantage of the pool.  

“So Princess,” Derek started as he laid down on a sunchair beside her, his strong body glistening from the pool that he had emerged from only a few seconds ago. “what do you say about us sneaking away?” His grin only made her chuckle dryly, more than used to his flirting by now.  

“Oh come on Derek, you know you wouldn’t be able to handle me.” She smirked at him and he chuckled, his arm draping over her lower back as he shuffled a little closer. His skin was cool against her heated skin and she shivered involuntarily.  

“You don’t think I’m man enough for you, Em?” He said lowly as he laid on his stomach beside her, his mouth close to her face and she had to force herself to keep from laughing by biting down on the inside of her cheek. If he only knew just what kind of man she was craving right now.  

“I think you shouldn’t try to sleep with your friends.” She countered but the smirk didn’t leave her lips, her eyes still on his as he grinned at her. At the end of the day Derek would never actually take her up on it if she said yes, they were too close, but it was always fun to flirt.  

“Uhm, Em?” Came Penelope’s voice from behind them, her eyes on a figure walking towards them quickly. “Why does your stepdad look like he’s going to kill us?”  

She looks up to see Aaron walking towards them with long steps, a dark frown on his face and she quickly turns the volume of the music down.  

“I didn’t even know he was flying back today.” She said with a raised eyebrow in his direction. She could hear Penelope and Spencer get out of the pool behind her while JJ looked between her and Aaron with a poorly hidden grin.  

“Someone’s in trouble.” The blonde teased and she wanted to slap the smug look off her face.  

“Shut it.” She warned just before Aaron was within hearing distance and she arched an eyebrow at him. “Welcome home.”  

“Thank you.” He said curtly, his eyes lingering on her for a moment before smiling towards her friends, always polite, Emily thought to herself. “Kids, I don’t mean to throw you out, but it’s been a long week for me, and I could really use some peace and quiet.”  

Emily looked at him with amusement but he was barely paying her any attention. Then she noticed his eyes lingering on Derek, and the way his arm was still on the small of her back. His eyes flashed with something predatory and she felt the familiar heat of arousal in return.  

“No problem, Mr. Hotchner.” Penelope said as they all got to their feet, ready to go change and leave. “We’ll get out of your hair.”  

“Thank you, Penelope.” He nodded and turned to go back to the house, more than ready to change and shower. “Emily, come see me when you’ve… cleaned up.” He gave her a final look and then walked back towards the house.  

“Is he always so crude?” Spencer asked as Emily got up, her towel wrapped around her.  

“He’s an ass when he wants to be.” She chuckled dryly but she didn’t miss the way JJ rolled her eyes. “I better get this taken care off, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” She waited until they all had left before grabbing the glasses still by the pool and headed inside. She quickly placed them on the kitchen counter to be dealt with later before making her way upstairs towards her bedroom.  

The hand that wraps around her upper arm is forceful, his large fingers digging into her flesh as she hissed.  

“So this is what you do when I’m not around?” Aaron snarled in her face, his eyes wide and dark enough to look black. He pulled her into him, his other hand wrapping around her throat and she just barely had the chance to suck in a breath. “Greedy little slut, aren’t you? Giving everyone who’d like to fuck you a chance is that it?”  

“N-no.” She gasped breathlessly, her hand wrapping around his wrist and he relented his grip slightly. “He’s just a friend, you know that.”  

“Oh so it’s okay for friends to touch you like that then?” His voice rumbled as he pushed her back towards her bed. She stumbled over her own feet, the towel that was still wrapped around her falling to the floor. His eyes moved over her body, he had lost count of how many times he’d seen her naked by now, but he always appreciated the view. When he looked back at her face she was grinning, her eyes glistening and he realized that she was enjoying this.  

“What’s the matter, Aaron?” She cooed; her voice sickly sweet. “Are you jealous?”  

The growl that left him caused goosebumps on her skin, his hand tightening around her throat again before pushing her back against the bed hard enough for her body to bounce on the mattrass.  

“You want to be greedy? You want to be treated like the little slut we both know you are?” He grabbed the leather handcuffs she hadn’t even noticed on the bed and forcefully wrapped each one around her wrists, the metal chain looped through her headboard.  

Emily squirmed on the bed, shuffling back as he knelt over her body, easily pulling on the straps of her bikini to get her completely naked. Her eyes moved over him, from the angered expression on his face, to his chest, down to where he was already hard inside his pants. He only glared right back, clearly waiting for her to talk back and she only smiled a little.  

“Now what?” She laid back on the bed, feigning boredom. The snicker that left him was surprising, a dry sound against her face as he leaned over her.  

“Now you’re going to curse that little attitude of yours.” He muttered before kissing her, a quick stamp of his lips against hers that felt out of place. His hand moved over her body, stroking over sun-kissed skin and grabbing at her in that way that made her arch into his touch. He watched her face as he pulled on a nipple, tweaked it between warm fingers and when she gasped he smiled.  

“If this is what I get when you think I have an attitude, I don’t really see a point in stopping.” She whispered, her breathing already labored, her body always so receptive to him. She spread her legs as his hand moved further down her body and when he dipped a finger between her folds she felt his growl rumbling in his chest, a vibration more than anything. He dragged her slick up to rub at her clit, lazy circles that caused her to whimper and his lips moved along her jaw then stopped by her ear.  

“Careful baby girl. Don’t get cocky with me.” He nipped at her earlobe and then moved off her body, satisfied that she was already wet enough. Aaron felt her eyes on him as he moved towards the bag in her closet, more than familiar with her toys by now. He rummaged through it until he found a rabbit vibrator, a happy hum leaving him as he grabbed another set of leather restraints and then walked back to the bed. She was looking at him with knitted eyebrows, confused because he knew that she loved that vibrator.  

“What are you doing?” She finally asked as he tied each of her ankles to the corners of the bed, spreading them wide apart. She pulled slightly on her restraints and immediately noticed that there way barely any slack to them.

“Quiet.” He ordered as he looked her over, making sure that the cuffs weren’t too tight and that the bindings weren’t too loose. He wanted her to barely be able to move, but he didn’t want her to be in any real discomfort. “This is what’s going to happen Emily,” He knelt between her spread legs and slowly dragged the tip of the dildo through her slick folds. “You’re staying right here until I decide you’ve had enough.” He pushed the toy inside of her, happy when she moaned softly.  

“Again, I don’t see how this is a punishment.” She smirked and his eyebrow arched at her. “Guess I should have hot guys flirt with me more often…Fuck!” He cut her off by turning the vibrations on with the remote in his hand, the ears of the rabbit buzzing on her clit while the dildo vibrated inside of her, the curved end pressing against that magical spot that only he had been able to find.  

“Greedy sluts need to learn their lesson.” Was all he said before grabbing one of her larger throw pillows and placed it between her legs to keep the toy in place. He walked out of the room with a smirk while Emily called after him which he ignored.  

He quickly grabbed a pair of boxers and sweatpants before reaching for a towel and then walked back to Emily’s bedroom only to find her whimpering and moaning already.  

“Did you come already?” He asked, his voice dripping of boredom as he made his way towards her bathroom.  

“N-no.” She stammered, her hands already gripping the chain as the insistent vibrations made her flush with arousal. She watched as he undressed, hung his suit up over the back of the chair at her vanity and her eyes zeroed in on his hard cock bouncing between his legs as he walked. “Come here.” She whispered and he only grinned.  

“I’m going to take a shower, then I have some work to finish.” He looked at her as the realization of what he was doing dawned on her, and when her eyes widened he felt satisfaction thrumming in his veins.  

“Daddy…” She whined and the word still had the same effect on him now that it had the first time she said it and he couldn’t stop himself from pumping himself a couple of times as he looked at her laying there, panting and pleading, thighs sticky with her own arousal already.  

“If you think begging and whining will get you out of this quicker you’re wrong.” He said as he stood in the doorway to her bathroom. He chuckled when she sucked in a breath, her muscles tensing as her body reacted to the stimulation of the toy already. He left the door open, her moans and groans muted but he was still able to hear her as he got into the shower. He took his time washing his hair and body, the sounds coming from Emily wonderful background noise.  

By the time he was done and dressed in sweats he had counted three orgasms, and she seemed to be on the verge of a fourth one just as he emerged from the bathroom. He leaned against the doorframe and took in the sight of Emily’s straining body, her eyes closed tight as her hips jerked against the toy, clearly chasing another release despite the slightly exhausted look on her face. But he knew what she could take, had spent hours learning what she could handle.  

“Having fun?” He asked lowly and she jumped a little at the sudden sound of his voice.  

“Please-” Whatever she was going to say cuts off as she comes, a raspy cry leaving her as her back arches and he looks at her with heated eyes. He doesn’t say anything as he makes his way towards his own bedroom, gets his briefcase to pull out files that he still hadn’t finished going over and then walked back down the hall, Emily’s breathless moaning getting louder the closer he got.  

When he came back carrying a stack of manilla folders Emily barely sees it from the way her eyes are clouded by tears from overstimulation.  

“Please, daddy stop, remove it.” She pleaded, the pleasurable pain making her squirm and not for the first time she cursed him for knowing just how to secure the bindings, making it impossible for her to move away from the stimulation.  

“I told you to be quiet and to stop whining, brat.” He sat down at her desk across the room from her, pen already in hand as he opened the first file. “I’m going to finish these, and I swear Emily if you do anything besides laying there like a good girl and take it, you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”  

Emily bit her bottom lip to keep from whining and pleading again, she was already exhausted. She knew that if she wanted to stop all she had to say was their safe word, something they had established early on, but she didn’t want to stop, not really. She loved when he treated her like this, felt another rush of arousal just at his dismissive tone.  

She clenched her jaw, felt the vibrations only get more intense and her eyes flew to his hand on the remote.  

“Fuck!” She hissed and through the buzzing she heard his chuckle. She knew that he was enjoying this, that he loved the way she looked as she strained for him. She looked at him as he signed papers, the only real evidence of how much he was loving this was his erection that bulged his pants. Another orgasm built quickly, ripping through her in seconds and she cried out, the chains rattling against the wooden headboard as she shook.  

“Good girl.” Aaron muttered more to himself than anything as he switched files, getting through them quicker than he normally would. He spared her a glance, saw that she was buckling and squirming and that the pillow shifted with her movements. With a growl he stood up at walked towards her. “Don’t even try.” He grabbed the pillow and snickered at the wet spot underneath her.  

“I-I wasn’t.” She whimpered through blurred pleasure, another raspy moan leaving her as he pressed the pillow harder between her legs, pushing the toy deeper inside of her. Tears started to roll down her cheeks, her body unable to handle the stimulation. “Please stop, it’s too much.”  

“See what being greedy gets you?” He stroked some hair away from her sweaty forehead. “Greedy girls come until they cry, greedy girls don’t really deserve pleasure.” His voice was filled with fake sympathy as he wiped a couple of tears away. “You’re doing so good, baby girl.” He whispered and she smiled at the praise despite being so delirious from pain and pleasure that she could barely string more than two words together.  

He took another moment to stroke her cheek, giving her some encouragement and then walked back to the desk, her moans getting a little louder with every second. She was coming again only a few moments later and he upped the vibrations of the toy again, setting it on high and she squealed loudly.  

“Turn it down, I can’t!” She cried out, every muscle in her body tensing as she was pushed higher and higher, another orgasm rushing through her before the previous one had really ended.  

“Yes you can.” He told her matter-of-factly. His cock was actually starting to hurt from the need to touch her, his boxers stained with precum and he forced himself to focus on the few files he had left. By the time he finished, he had lost count how many times Emily had fallen over the edge, she was trembling and whimpering, her body tense as she mumbled nothing but daddy and he knew that she was nearing her limit.  

“Please stop, daddy please it’s too much, I can’t come again.” She cried as another orgasm rocked through her, the buzzing painful, her body aching and pussy raw from the constant stimulation.  

He turned the toy off and her entire body slumped heavily, her chest heaving as silent tears still streamed down her cheeks. He laid down beside her, his touch gentle as he stroked over her hip, up her ribs and then gently turned her face towards his with a careful hold on her chin.  

“Are you okay?” He asked and she nodded, sniffling but a smile on her lips.  

“I’m okay.” She promised and sighed happily when he moved to untie her ankles and then moved to her wrists. The moment she was free her hands moved to his sweats, pulling at them and he stopped her.  

“You can’t handle any more.” He told her and she knew he was right, her pussy aching, her legs still twitching. But she wanted more, she somehow wasn’t done even as her body throbbed from the way her muscles burned.  

“I have two more holes.” She finally said and Aaron growled, the sound dark and graveled and causing a shiver along her spine. His touch immediately got a little firmer, his eyes darkening.  

“Are you sure?” He still asked because he wanted her to be sure. Her reply was wordless, rolling into her stomach and then pushing her ass up. She looked at him over her shoulder, her smirk filthy.  

“Fuck my ass, daddy.” She wiggled her hips and his smiled. He patted her hip, smacked one ass cheek quickly and then got up to get the lube from her bag. His eyes moved over her body, she was already more relaxed, her eyes wide with adoration as she looked back at him and he knew that she could handle a little more.  

Emily sucked in a breath as the cold lube hit her heated skin, his fingers soon following to open her up. She moaned quietly as he worked first one, then two and finally three fingers inside of her. He was slow and methodical like always. This wasn’t the first time they had done this, but he was taking more care than he usually would, and she appreciated that he was looking out for her. By the time she was stretched enough she was moaning and squirming, impatiently waiting for him.  

“You want me to fuck your ass, baby girl?” His voice was rough with arousal, his cockhead leaking and swollen, his skin an angry shade of red. She nodded and his fingers wrapped in her hair. “Beg me for it.” He huffed against her ear and she gasped.  

“Please fuck my ass, please daddy.” She arched her hips higher, felt his heated shaft between her ass cheeks and she inhaled sharply. “Please, please … Oh!” The initial stretch of him was always a burn, the stretch always uncomfortable but he thrust slowly, pushing inch after inch inside of her until his hips were pressed against her ass.  

“Jesus Christ you’re so tight.” He blew out a breath as his hips twitched, wanting to move but knew that she needed a moment to get used to him. When she rocked back against him only a few seconds later he pulled back slowly, his senses bordering on overwhelmed at finally getting some relief.  

Emily mewled as he slowly picked up his pace, she knew that he wouldn’t last long, his hands gripping at her in that way that he always did when he was nearing the edge. Not that she blamed him, he had been hard since he pulled her into her room. She started to move back against him, meeting each of his thrusts as the sound of his grunts filled the room and mixed with her moans.  

“Fuck yes, that’s it baby girl.” He grunted as he watched his shaft stretch her out, her breathy whimpers and moans only encouraging him to continue. He snapped his hips and she gasped, her fingers gripping the sheet.  

“Again.” She panted and he snickered and then did it again, pushing back only to thrust hard inside of her again. He didn’t think he’d ever get over how insatiable she was for him, how much she craved him. That thought got him even closer, his body moving faster as his orgasm built with each thrust.  

“You want it?” He growled and Emily buckled into him in response.  

“Yes, fuck yes.” She panted as she forced herself up on her hands to look back at him. “Come in my ass daddy.”  

It was the filthy words mixed with the feigned innocent look on her face that did it and he came with a loud grunt. His extremities was intense and long, his hips pressed flush against her as he grinded into her, releasing his load as deep as possible. Emily whimpered at the feeling, her body finally giving in completely and she fell against the bed with heaving breaths and skin covered in sweat. She smiled at the heavy weight of Aaron behind her, his own pants loud in her ear as he tried to gain control of his release.  

“Good girl, so good for me.” He mumbled through dazed pleasure. When he felt like he could focus again he rolled off her and let out a laugh from the euphoric feeling of his release.  

“Welcome home, daddy.” She laughed too as she stayed on her stomach, only turning her head enough to be able to look at him.  

“If I come home with his hands all over you again-”  

“You won’t.” She interrupted him with a smile. “As hot as it is that you’re jealous, he really is just a friend.”  

Aaron pulled her towards him, rearranged them until she was laying on top of him, her face in the crook of his neck. He knew that he had no right to be jealous and it worried him a little that he was. Because in less than a month Elizabeth was coming home and Emily was going to leave. And he knew that she would eventually meet someone.  

Maybe this was a bigger mess than either of them had really anticipated.  

[alliisinwonderland05]

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Send me a request/message if you wanna , don’t be shy :))

In love with all things JJ Maybank (my boyfriend)

Shifter!! If anyone wants to talk about shifting I am so open to that also!!

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Writing requests are open!

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Prompt Request List

I ran the prompt voting for three hours and JJ/Rafe won for those three hours so we'll start out slow and do just these two characters before adding any others.

Feel free to request via anon or not.

Rules –

Pick one to two prompts

Pick JJ or Rafe (or a combo)

Pick genre type (or a combo): fluff, smut, angst, or I can pick

The village called. They’d like their idiot back. You better get going.

If I threw a stick, you’d leave, right?

Stop glaring, sweetheart. I know you want me.

I’m not going to kiss you. You broke my heart.

I came back for you. I promised I would, and I did.

I still love you, and I hate myself for it.

Don’t smile at me like that, you know it drives me crazy.

Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?

I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.

Stay here tonight. / Please don’t walk out that door.

I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.

We’ll figure this out.

 I’m only here to establish an alibi.

I still remember the way you taste.

I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.

I don’t need your help. / Are you sure? Because it looks like you do.

I can’t help it, you’re fun to mess with.

I can give you a list for how you make me feel…

I was never in love with you, leave me alone!

Please tell me at least part of it was real.

Was I not enough for you?

Is this the end? After everything we’ve been through?

Is that my shirt?

Just hold my hand, please.

This has to stay between you and me.

You can’t always expect me to fix things for you.

Are you flirting with me?

You are my family.

I just like seeing you happy.

You don’t ever have to pretend. Ever. Not with me.

It’s not up for discussion, you are my date.

You’re in denial / I’m not in denial!

We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!

Despite what you think, I’m completely capable of taking care of myself.

You came to my room and woke me up at 4am to cuddle? Really?

You have stars in your eyes. I like looking at them.

I remember kissing you. Why do I remember kissing you?

You wanna walk by yourself? All right let’s see you do it.

Someone’s coming… kiss me!

Don’t be shy. Beg for it.

Do you trust me? You’re doing so good.

You owe me a kiss.

Well, I’m pretty irresistible.

I’m not playing truth or dare.

Friends don’t make each other feel like this. / Feel like what?

Does it make you nervous when I stare?

You’re still so needy.

I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me right now.

Got quite a mouth on you, don’t you? Maybe someone should teach you what to do with it.

I want it. I want to taste you.

[maybanksbabe]

I wanna go skinny dipping with JJ so badly you don’t get it

the sexual tension would be UNIMAGINABLE I would simply pass out

NO CAUSE SAME ANON??? the initial moment where you're both like "yeah we can do this" and then it comes to getting undressed and actually you're both super shy about seeing the other without clothes?? This is somehow completely different to any other time you've seen the other naked/without clothes and you can't really look at each other until you're in the water, submerged to your shoulders and then the tension kind of melts away but you're still both aware that you're both naked just below the water 🥵❤️‍🔥

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

SugarDaddy!Joel, TODAY?! 😱🤭 JJ, you have blessed both me and another Anon 😂 I just got my Bachelor’s Degree in Art today! So today’s update really felt like a treat, and something to help out my anxiety before the ceremony lol.

I saw that another Anon said it’s their birthday, today! So happy Birthday to you, Anon! I hope you have a great one! 💕✨ We both have something to celebrate today! Woo! ✨ ＼(^ω^)／ ✨

Sorry lol, I’m just excited, it’s finally starting to sink in lol. I don’t feel like I have a college degree yet lmaooo.

Hope you have a great day, JJ! 💗✨

- Your friendly neighborhood Shy Anon 💖✨

CONGRATS!! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU, SHY ANON!

I hope you have so much fun at your ceremony. And don't worry it takes a while for stuff like that to sink in sometimes! Some days I wake up and forget my degree exists😂 but you are oh so lovely and you have such a bright future ahead of you😌

[redhead1180]

Okay multiple questions . One have you seen 5ibs of pressure ? If so thoughts . Second do you think Leo from the crusades liked Ryan or was too busy fantasizing about the teacher ? Also could he not tell that Ryan liked him or was he aware and because he wanted the teacher and had never kissed a girl before he was very shy . I still don’t get how a guy that hot was shy . I digress this is more of a request for a fic or imagine your choice but I read the anon asking about Leo’s ticklishness and maybe one where Leo and miss kerpil ( idk spelling of her name lol) where instead of making him read the note or maybe after she either in front of the class or in private tickles him along the v line ? 😏😉 okay ta ta

Yes, I watched it last night and I swear I did not expect that ending. I was just expecting like an action movie, not one to rip my heart out at the end. I mean it was pretty good, felt a little clunky, but the actors did good. God Rudy can play hurt and angst so well. He did good in the movie. And OMG he will fill my trap!jj fantasies for awhile.

Ok, so I really think Leo was just so caught and infatuated with Miss Kerpial that he didn't notice until the dance. Remember she had recently broke up with Vince, so I don't think he had any idea or hadn't picked up on it yet. And no I don't understand why he was so shy or nervous around girls, cause Leo is fucking hot. But they did go to an all boy school so, he really didn't get much practice. And he was so in love with his teacher, he wasn't that interested in other girls at the moment.

So I usually don't have many things I won't write about, but underage student and teacher is a little icky for me. So for the purpose of this drabble, Leo is 18. It makes me feel better.

After being completely humiliated in class reading the note, Leo thought any shot with Miss Kerpial was gone. However, as he grabs his books to leave class, Miss Kerpial sternly says "Mr. Grecco a moment"

Ah shit, Leo thought to himself, what now? He walks up to her desk , keeping his eyes down and on the desk. Afraid to look at her and see the disappointment.

"I want to apologize for making you read that ridiculous note in class, but I can't show favoritism to my favorite student" she says apologetically and stands up.

Leo snaps his head up, not expecting that at all, and sees her walking around the desk to him. She slowly walks up to him gently places her hands on his waist. He gulps in some air, feeling a little light headed from her touch.

"I un- I understand" he stutters out. He is trying to stay focused, but she is rubbing her hands above the waistline of his slacks. It slightly tickles but also causes his dick to wake up. He really didn't want another humiliation of walking into his next class with a tent in his pants.

"Do you?" She asks innocently. Gently untucking his shirt from his pants.

"Mhmm" is all he whimpers out and closes his eyes. His brain is short circuiting and he swears he is in a dream as she pushes her hands under his shirt.

"Good" she whispers in his ear, "I didn't want you to be upset."

She lightly runs her fingers along his abs and v lines, and Leo's dreamlike state comes crashing down.

See it is an unknown fact that Leo is ridiculously ticklish along his v lines. So when Mis Kerpial lightly runs her fingers along there, Leo's fight or flight instinct kicks in and he instinctively jerks his body away, bumping her in the head, knocking her glasses off, and causing himself to trip and fall on her desk. He immediately starts to giggle in a high pitched girly laugh.

She lets out a loud "OW" and grabs her forehead, while he tries to get up to help, knocking papers everywhere, nearly falling off the desk, muttering "Sorry, sorry, sorry" the whole time, before catching himself and finally standing up.

"I'm so sorry, umm, I am really ticklish there. Obviously, now you know, I really am sorry...ok I am gonna shut up now" Leo rambles embarrassingly, before reaching down for her glasses. She decides to reach down at the same time and bumps heads with him, nearly knocking each other over. She stands up quickly, holding her head, and lets out a laugh.

*Yea I kinda noticed" she says chuckling still holding her head.

"Just stand there and let me get your glasses" Leo smiles as he reaches down to pick them up. He hands them to her, their fingers touching. Leo swears he was gonna faint. She smiles back as she put them back on.

She lets out a sigh, straightening her shirt, before saying in a firm teacher like voice, "Well Mr. Grecco you better get a move on before your late for your next class"

"Uh yup -shit- uh I mean yes ma'am" he stutters as he backs away to the door. He flashes her a mega watt grunt, dimple on full display, as he exits the classroom.

As he runs to his next class, tucking in his shirt, that smile never leaves his lips.

[winchester-books]

You Think I’m Hot?

Based On: Outer Banks

Characters: JJ x Reader, John B, Sarah, Pope, Kie

Warnings: nope

w/c: 1300

Request (anon): Hi! Can I pls have a JJ Maybank imagine where the reader is a kinda shy kook but hangs with the pogues and her and JJ obviously like each other and flirt. Ty if you can.

PLEASE don’t steal my work it’s literally not cool- also i would LOVE if you left some feedback ! thank u and hope u guys enjoy :))

You had been more than a little hesitant to agree when Sarah asked if you wanted to join her, John B, and his group of friends on a boat trip for the day. You were already a relatively shy person, and being a kook in a group of pogues didn’t exactly bid well for your case of making friends or having fun. But, after some pestering from Sarah (and her promise that a certain blonde boy would be joining the trip), you finally caved and agreed to go.

You were sitting beside Sarah, who had John B on her other side. His arm was wrapped around her shoulder and he was whispering something in her ear that made her laugh. Pope and Kiara were at the front of the boat, chatting and passing a blunt back and forth. JJ was seated in the captain's chair, more focused on guiding the boat than anyone around him. 

You couldn’t help but feel awkward and out of place in the tight-knit group of pogues, unsure why Sarah had even wanted you to come in the first place. The only semi-enjoyable part of this so far had been the stolen glances you had managed to get of JJ as he manned the steering wheel. God, if only you had the courage to actually say something to him rather than just daydream about him. 

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JJ’s leg bounced nervously from his seat as he steered the boat. When John B had insisted that they invite Y/N along on their boat trip so she and JJ could get closer it had seemed like a great idea. But, at the moment, starting up a conversation with her seemed like the most terrifying thing in the world. 

He stole another look at her from the corner of his eye, she looked amazing as usual. Come on, man up! They got her to come on this trip for you, say something! He mentally scolded himself at the fact that he had yet to make a move. 

“JJ I think here’s a good spot!” Kie yelled from the bow of the ship, “Pope and I are gonna jump in and cool off,”

JJ dramatically saluted her, cutting the engine and searching for the boat’s anchor, finally spotting it at your feet. He leaned forward, reaching for it. 

You had noticed the anchor at your feet at about the same time, so you also bent over to grab it. You and JJ froze as your hands touched, “Oh, my bad,” you said quickly, trying to ignore the butterflies you got from his touch. 

He cleared his throat, freezing up for a moment. “No worries, I got it,” he finally managed, grabbing the anchor and tossing it over. 

Why was it so hard to talk to you? Normally, he could get almost any girl he wanted, flirting was something that came naturally to him. But for some reason, you just made him so nervous he could barely hold a normal conversation with you. 

You watched as Kie and Pope jumped into the ocean, laughing about something as they did so. John B and Sarah weren’t far behind them. Sarah barely got her t-shirt off before John B picked her up and jumped in with her still over his shoulder. You grimaced, facing a choice: jump in with the others and third wheel or force yourself to talk to JJ. 

“So, Y/N, how long have you and Sarah been friends?” JJ asked.

Oh great. Awkward small talk, you thought to yourself. “Umm, a while, she was the first person I met when I moved here in third grade. We’ve been pretty close ever since,”

“Cool, cool,” JJ was panicking on the inside but desperately trying to keep it cool. He wanted nothing more than to talk to you but just couldn’t shake his nerves, “Want a beer?” He asked, walking over to her side of the boat and grabbing two from the cooler that had been sitting at John B’s feet. 

“Sure,” you said, grabbing one from his extended hand. 

Before he could second guess himself, JJ plopped himself down into the seat next to you. His shoulder brushing against yours as he did so. You held back a shudder as butterflies racked your stomach once again at his touch.

The two of you sat in silence as you sipped on your drinks. JJ’s eyes noticed the gold band around your left pointer finger. Without thinking twice, he grabbed your hand, his fingers brushing over the gold ring as he looked at it, “It’s pretty,” he said with a soft nod, “Where’d you get it?”

You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat and prayed to God that your blush wasn’t noticeable, “Uh, it was my grandma’s actually,”

“Oh nice,” he let go of your hand and held up his right hand, showing you the silver banded rings on his thumb and middle fingers. “I stole these from some random old store on the cut,” he smirked slightly, “But I wear them cause my dad always said how much my mom loved silver jewelry. I don’t remember her much, but it gives me something to remember her by,” he said with a shrug. 

“I like them a lot,” you said softly, gently grabbing his hand so you could get a better look at them. 

JJ stared at you as you intently examined his rings. “You have really pretty eyes,” he blurted out, biting his tongue milliseconds after the words left his mouth. 

You felt the hot burn of his cheeks at his compliment, “T-thank you,” you smiled, too embarrassed to look you in the eyes. 

JJ rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, embarrassed and feeling like he was making you uncomfortable. “Sorry if that was weird- I can just leave you alone,”

“No!” you said a little too quickly, “Uh- No,” you shook your head, “You aren’t bothering me at all. I just get a little shy sometimes, that’s all," you admitted. "And talking to a guy as hot as you doesn’t exactly make me any less nervous.” Your face turned bright red at that, not really sure what possessed you to say that out loud, “I mean- uh..” you grabbed ahold of your drink and finished it quickly trying to take the edge off of the embarrassment. 

“So you think I’m hot?” JJ didn’t stop the cocky smirk from flashing across his face, his ego taking a massive boost at your words. 

You ran a hand through your hair, mortified and wishing more than ever that you had told Sarah you were too busy to make it today. You jumped slightly as JJ's hand found its way to your jaw, turning your head up to look at him. 

“You have no idea how much that means to me, Y/N,”

You furrowed your brows at his words, neither of you breaking eye contact.

“I have had the biggest crush on you since I first saw you when you moved into town.” JJ felt a wave of relief as he finally admitted his feelings that he had been hiding for so long. 

“What?” You could hardly believe what he had just said.

He nodded, “How could anyone not fall for you? I just never said anything because I figured you would never like a pogue,”

“Oh please,” You stifled a small laugh. “Just ask Sarah, I’ve had the biggest crush on you since that time you punched Rafe in the face in 7th grade. I never knew what he did, but I was always sure he had it coming,”

You and JJ burst out into laughter, the tension between you finally gone as you talked. JJ’s gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips and you felt your heart skip a beat, “Y/N,” he finally said, “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you said with a small smile.

The boy grinned, his right hand cupping your jaw as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. 

“Finally!” “Get a room!” “Atta boy JJ!”

Your cheeks grew hot at the sound of your friends yelling and cheering from the water.  JJ raised his left hand to the group, showing off his middle finger as he deepened his kiss with you.

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Anon who asked for some 8th Doctor here. It took me a while to come up with proper phrasing. The Doctor and reader voth have feelings for each other but are oblivious because the Doctor's just a physically affectionate person in general and the reader is a bit on the quieter and shy side, so they both don't notice that the other has feelings since to them, they don't act that much out of character. There's some angsty pining with a happy resolution. Thanks again :)

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Title: Unspoken Words

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“Y/n, come look at this!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the excitement in the Doctor’s voice as you made your way around the TARDIS console. The Doctor was pointing at the screen and when you were at his side of the console he gently grabbed your arm and pointed at it.

You felt your cheeks get hot as the Doctor dragged you closer and moved so you were standing directly in front of him. He put one hand on the console while the other moved to your shoulder. You hated to admit that the words the Doctor was saying melted into the background at the contact.

Damn you and your massive crush on the man.

The Doctor probably already knew and was just being kind, treating you like any other companion. He wouldn’t want you to know that anything was wrong and that he knew. He would want everything to remain as normal.

“So we’ll be going there then?”

“Huh?”

You looked over at the Doctor and realised just how close your faces were. Your face got even hotter and even the Doctor seemed mildly surprised. It was almost as though he hadn’t realised you were as close as you were. Eventually he coughed and broke eye contact and said,

“So, what do you think? Sound like a good place for a rest?”

“A rest?”

“Beats being shot at by Daleks.”

“Doctor, wherever you go we are bound to be shot at by something.”

“We can always-“ the Doctor said quickly, a panicked look on his face

“But travelling with you wouldn’t be half as exciting as it is if we didn’t!”

*

“I’m sorry about this,” the Doctor whispered, “Not exactly what I had planned when I said I’d take you to Victorian England.”

You glanced at the Doctor shyly before quickly breaking eye contact again. Despite the Doctor being a very… physical person you had never been this close to him before. The Doctor twirled you around the ballroom again as you whispered back,

“I don’t know. I can imagine worst people to be fake engaged to.”

It was at the moment that you stumbled over the long skirts of your dress. The Doctor’s grip of your waist tightened and he pulled you closer against his chest. You heard soft mumbles from those observing the dancing and you couldn’t tell if it was disapproval or not. It seemed that Victorian high society was very easily offended.

“Still,” the Doctor said, “I should’ve asked first before introducing you as my fiancé.”

“From what I can tell it seemed that you didn’t have much of a choice. Pretend to be engaged or face Victorian stigmatism.”

The Doctor let out an amused chuckle and took a moment to scan the room. When he looked back at you, you were still not making eye contact with him. He felt a pang course through his hearts. He wished that you would just look at him with those beautiful eyes.

Damn his… feelings.

Of course you probably knew about them. Your intelligence was one of his favourite things about you. You could easily tell that his feelings for you was slightly more than friendly. His wish to have you pressed against him, he often had to refrain himself from constantly wrapping his arms around you. The urge to pull you close on every adventure. He had to balance being friendly with being overly friendly. He wouldn’t want to ruin the purely platonic feelings you clearly had for him.

“Still,” your soft voice broke him out of his daydreams, “You’re old. I’m sure this must’ve happened to you on more than one occasion.”

“Oh you know,” the Doctor said vaguely, “Once or twice.”

‘But with no one I’d want to do it again with. At least, until now.’ He thought

*

Ever since the ball things between you and the Doctor had been different. Not a bad different just… different. You hugged yourself tightly as you walked around the console room. The Doctor was rattling off a list of places and planets but your mind wasn’t on them. You kept thinking back to that night.

“Y/n? Are you listening?”

“Hmm?” it took you a moment to realise that the Doctor had said your name, “Oh sorry. My mind was elsewhere.”

The Doctor sighed and pulled a leaver on the TARDIS. It shuddered and you didn’t need to look outside to know you were floating in deep space.

“Are you ok?” he said

“Yes.”

“You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know.”

“And… and if you want to go home you only need to say. I won’t stop you.”

“H- home?”

The Doctor was looking down at the console. He glanced up at you before quickly looking away again.

“Home.” You said again

The Doctor gave you a sad, but seemingly accepting smile, and nodded.

“I just want to show you one last thing.”

“Doctor-“

“Please. Just let me do this.”

You remained silent as the TARDIS once again shuddered to life. It lurched to the left and you grabbed the railings to stop yourself falling over. When the TARDIS finally stopped the Doctor walked over to you and held out his hand.

“One last thing.” He said

Reluctantly you put your hand in his as he led you to the TARDIS doors. With a sad smile he flung open the doors. You gasped at the beautiful sight in front of you.

“A birth of a planet,” the Doctor said, his lips ghosting over your cheek, “Millions of years ago.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“I know.”

You looked over at the Doctor who wasn’t looking at the sight just outside the TARDIS. His gaze was locked on you. You swallowed thickly and said,

“I don’t want to go home.”

“You don’t have to stay. I don’t want to think that I’m forcing you to stay.”

“You’re not,” you said, “I never wanted to leave in the first place.”

“Oh,” the Doctor smiled at you sheepishly, “Now I feel rather silly.”

“Don’t. Where else would I be able to see this.”

You nudged him playfully and the Doctor seemed to relax. After a moment’s hesitation he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you against him. You rested your head against his shoulder as he rubbed soothing circles against your skin.

Once again you could feel a shift in your relationship. Something unspoken between you but no words were needed. You both knew exactly what the other was thinking.

[princessbrunette]

omgggg I can’t tell who mouse reader should fw thoughhh, I can just see her lowk grey and maybe a hint of pink aesthetic?? ughhh

could I be 🪤 anon?!

okay hear me out — mouse!reader who is very much ballerina!reader ….. like angelina ballerina yk ?? i’m not sure who her love interest is but i’m thinking pogue!jj x mouse!reader x kook!pope. mousey is a pogue, but has been dancing since she was younger and pope is paying for her to be in a prestigious ballet school. the two of them dote on mouse!reader constantly, both sides of them satisfying all aspects of her. pope pretty much spoils her, gets her out her comfort zone, and takes great interest in all her ballet stuff and could listen to her educate him on it for hours. jj keeps her down to earth, pogue style. he also gets her out of her comfort zone but in different more jj-like ways, and satisfies her playful side. together, they don’t miss a single one of her shows, take care of her when she’s sore and needs her brain turned off, protect her, listen to her rant about the mean kook ballet girls at her school that make fun of her for being a pogue etc. jj’s had to beat up a couple of their boyfriends.

personality wise, she’s very shy, goes nonverbal when overwhelmed or anxious, but for someone so seemingly meek — she has a mischievous side, and a little bit of a stealing / shop lifting problem. always getting away with it though because of the sweet smile of hers. she looooves all things food, and constantly is treating the boys to new charcuterie combinations she’s come up with. if it’s not clear, cheese is her favourite food <3