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First Date Night

Fandom: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Cinnabar, Zoya, Langley

Warnings: First-date nerves?

Requested by: @mossmosis

Prompt: For Cinnabae, Zoya and Langley. How would they ask their s/o out for the first time. What they do how do they dress. Gimme everything.

Comments: My first time writing for PtN, eek! I'm not super confident with Langley's tbh, but I hope it's good regardless. I got a little carried away with Cinnabar's, too... oops? Enjoy, kiddo <3 I'll try to do the second part of your request soon~

Cinnabar

Cinnabar is all cool and confidence.... until now. Now, she's completely and totally out of her depth, and she has absolutely no idea how to even begin this conversation, much less accomplish her goal.

What makes it so, so much worse is that the person she wants to ask out is the Chief of all people! Cinnabar, who has turned down countless women because they were her clients and she strictly believes in not mixing work with pleasure, not getting romantically involved with anyone she has a professional relationship with... and that, unfortunately, includes the Chief. But she can't help it! And after a long while of desperately pretending to keep up this silly ideal of hers, she gives in. The Chief is more than her technical boss, they're her friend, too... and, she hopes, soon they might be her lover.

She beats around the bush a lot. Asks about the plans for the weekend, wearing her Strictly Professional Persona to hide the anxiety turning her stomach to jelly. For a few weeks, the Chief has told her of various missions, and Cinnabar has enthusiastically volunteered to go on them, to protect the Chief of course. But now, for once, the Chief merely smiles at her and explains that they don't have any plans, that the various crises are more stable than they have been, and nothing is too urgent to wait for a few days while the Sinners take a well-deserved weekend off... not to mention the poor overworked Chief themself.

And now, of course, Cinna panics. She'd gotten so used to asking the question, being told of the missions and experiencing equal relief and disappointment... now that she's faced with the opportunity to ask them out, she's not entirely sure how to go about it. She probably stammers a little, bringing up this nice place she knows of in town, talking about how hard the Chief has been working, how they deserve a break too... and they're watching her so gently, so openly, she eventually just takes a deep breath and spits it out, asking if they'll go out with her for dinner and maybe drinks. And, of course, the Chief accepts with a warm smile that melts her heart far more than it should, and it takes every bit of trained composure she has to not jump for joy or melt into a puddle in the middle of the Chief's office.

Cinnabar decides to treat the preparation as if she's preparing for a mission. That's the only way she can stop her hands from trembling. She takes a long shower, scrubs every speck of dirt off of her body in anxious preparation, but then comes the question of... what exactly should she wear? She considers a dress, though that means she'd have to borrow one from one of the other Sinners, and then she worries she'd look horribly out of place in a dress - how would she style her hair, wouldn't she need makeup, god forbid she'd need to wear heels... how on earth could she protect the Chief in something like that, should the need arise?

Eventually she settles on digging out some of her nicer clothing, something comfortable and practical, but distinctly different from her preferred Serpent Eye uniform. She brushes her hair a dozen times, fidgets with the style and tries to get it perfect, but it ends up looking no different than it usually does.

She's waiting for the Chief outside their office, or by the front door, at exactly the time they'd agreed upon. Despite her nerves, she's nothing if not punctual. She's there, standing at attention, greeting the Chief with a smile that she hopes looks as confident as she always feels and asking if they're ready to go.

Despite all of the anxiety, because this is likely Cinnabar's first time taking anyone out on a non-work-related date, she'll relax soon enough and begin to enjoy herself. The Chief has a way of putting her at ease, after all, and she feels as though everything will be just fine. She finds herself wondering why she was so nervous to begin with.

She walks the Chief to her door after they return home, and a bit of her former shyness returns. She fidgets a bit, making casual small talk, and then start off by saying she had a wonderful time, searching their gaze nervously as she leans in a bit, eyes flicking from theirs to their lips and back as she quietly asks, "Chief.... may I?"

All in all she's a nervous wreck, the poor darling. Want her to attend a million fancy events to protect people? Sure, no problem. She'll walk into the middle of the Syndicate without batting an eye, will throw herself between innocent people and danger without a moment's notice... but this, this is different. She can face down the most dangerous enemies and come up with five different strategies for neutralizing the threat, but she doesn't know how to handle the swarm of butterflies in her stomach, the way that particular smile the Chief gives her makes her weak in the knees.

Zoya

Zoya isn't afraid of anything, and a date is no exception, but she doesn't have much experience in a situation like this. Or... any experience, actually. She's always been a hard worker, never quite giving allowing herself to relax properly, because she couldn't. Her entire life has been walking a tightrope, always being ready to launch into action, into battle, at a moment's notice. She doesn't really even know how to relax, truth be told. But she will try, because she has someone worth trying for, now.

She doesn't overthink things too much. After she finishes doing something with the Chief, be it a sparring match or a mission, she glances over at them, calm as ever, and says, "hey, we should go out sometime. Just the two of us. You wanna get drinks tonight?" The Chief says yes, and she nods casually, tells them to meet her at seven, and pretends not to feel the fluttering in her chest when they smile and agree.

She's surprisingly nervous, but hides it very well. The Chief has learned her well by now, though. They can tell, something in the way she holds herself, a particular stiffness in her motions that isn't usually there when she feels fully in control of the situation. Plus, they can likely feel it through the Shackles.

She doesn't really get all fancy for the date. Not the first one, at least. Later, she might, but... not tonight. She does try to make herself look a bit more presentable, though, cleaning herself up a bit, though she's careful to preserve her effortless badass appearance. But hey, the least she can do is make sure her clothes are free of blood when she goes on her date, right?

They go to a bar somewhere, preferably somewhere either no one knows her and they can fade into the shadows, or where everyone knows her, where the Big Bad Dangerous Sinner Zoya is feared and respected and won't be bothered. They sit at a table tucked into a back corner, Zoya comfortably draped across her chair, throwing back drinks and slowly loosening up as they talk.

They stay until the bar closes down, then head back, either returning to the Bureau or Zoya's home. Either way, she stays for a while, and this is where she finally learns the meaning of relaxing. She's had enough alcohol to take the edge off, and now she's in an environment where she feels safe. It's an odd feeling, one she isn't entirely used to -- she'd argue that she feels safe anywhere she goes, because she can handle whatever threats are thrown her way, but deep down she knows that isn't true.

They talk for a long while, about anything and everything, and she slowly lets her guard down, just a little. She trusts the Chief, but their relationship is different than the other people she's trusted in her life. The members of the Legion look to her as a leader, and she feels as though she must always be seen as the leader they expect. No matter how comfortable she is with them, there's that subconscious power imbalance. But the Chief... the Chief doesn't feel that way. They aren't one of her subordinates. She can give them orders all she likes, but they won't always follow them - on the contrary, she's learned they're far more likely not to obey her commands. The Chief feels like her equal, like her... partner. It's an unusual feeling, but one she likes all the same.

The night will likely end with the two of them getting far more intimately familiar with one another, and Zoya lies awake for quite a while after the Chief has fallen asleep in her arms, watching them sleep and trying to process everything that has happened, how exactly she's gotten so lucky as to end up in this situation.

Langley

Langley doesn't hesitate to ask the Chief out. She's hardly subtle about it, either. "Hey, Rookie. You, me, dinner, tonight at eight. My treat. Wear somethin' nice, I'll pick you up in front of the Bureau." Leaves no room for arguments, just states that her intention is to take them out, and that's that.

She works hard but she plays hard, too, and she's no stranger to the dating scene. Most of the times she's taken people out have been for an ulterior motive, admittedly, but she's always enjoyed herself in the process, and she's quite skilled in seduction. She doesn't want anything from the Chief, though they might be suspicious that she's using them for something. She just finds them intriguing and wants to get to know them a bit better.

She meets them out front as instructed, looking even more stunning than she usually does. She's wearing an elegant dress - nothing so elaborate as the banquet one, but stunning nonetheless, a dress made of shimmering silvery fabric, rather low cut in the front with a slit in the side of the skirt nearly up to her hip. She's done her hair and makeup too, giving herself a more ethereal look than normal.

She takes the Chief to a surprisingly fancy restaurant, treats them to anything they want off the menu along with a bottle of wine. She seems to be at home here, completely relaxed and in her element. If asked about it, she'll merely wink and say something about being a spy.

She flirts like mad the entire night. Lots of small gestures, holding the doors for them, pulling their chair out, pouring them more wine, feeding them bites of her food off of her own fork with a suggestive smirk... Gives them endless compliments, while also continuing to call them Rookie every chance she gets and making it clear who's in charge here.

Don't be surprised if Langley anticipates a lot of things about the Chief's preferences, from the type of food at the restaurant to the wine she orders, to the color of gemstone in the necklace she's wearing... she is a spy, after all, and a damn good one. It's her job to know her targets, and while the Chief isn't her target for the usual reasons, they're certainly the target of her affections, and she'll learn everything she can about them in order to best impress them.

Probably regales them impressive with tales of her work over dinner. It's impossible to tell how much of them is true and how much is exaggerated or completely fabricated, but they're fascinating all the same.

Once the night ends she'll take them back to her place for a bit if they're willing, probably feeds them some fruit or sweets, pampering them a little more before she inevitably has them on their knees for her.

Her curiosity and longing for the Chief only grows stronger after she's had a taste, and she continues taking them out on dates quite often. The dates themselves are spontaneous and unpredictable, much like Langley herself, and the more time the Chief spends with her, the more they'll begin to see the woman behind the mysterious exterior as she slowly lets her guard down around them and they grow closer to her.

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Our Dearest Sin (Cross Posted on Ao3)

Well, well, well, here we are again ladies, gentlemen, and all things that lie betwixt the two, another rabbit hole to dive headfirst into and another project that will likely not be fully completed till at last we are laid to rest under the cold earth in colder stone. 

This is a trip into the bleak and despair filled world of Path To Nowhere, a land of sinners, Corruptors and Maniacs. A land of Black rings and of shadow Cabals that threaten to upend all there is and all there will be in a vain pursuit of their own goals.

But dear friends, none of these are why we are here.

No, we are here my esteemed comrades to instead indulge in some comfort and fluff, with the occasional sprinkling of angst for extra seasoning here and there, along with the occasional dark and warped and horrifically brutal moments for that extra kick, in the form of some oneshots featuring the wonderful Sinners of this world and the lovely Female Chief of Minos, though we likewise have ideas for a ficlet series with a female OC or reader insert for some of the ideas we have, though that might end up benign adapted for the Chief instead as well, we will have to see. 

A bit of a tidbit before we begin, we are a shameless yuri fan and simp, so expect most of these to be about the ladies of PTN, though the men will likewise get their days in the sun…maybe…probably…okay there is somewhere between a 0.01% and 70.0% chance they will be covered in platonic or friendly manners okay?

As a final note, this fic was inspired by Ota1612’s own Path to Nowhere fic, alongside Prisoner_of_Sin's own fic as well, links will be below this paragraph.

Ota1612’s Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50373349/chapters/127266175 

Prisoner_of_Sin’s fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49781623/chapters/125660485 

That said, this project is something of an experiment in seeing if we can keep each entry below 10k words, that said we do not have much faith in that happening lol. 

With all of that said, let us begin our dive down this rabbit hole shall we?

Please note that you are all free to make use of any of the ideas you see in this story, so long as due credit is given and we are informed about them so that we can see what you have created as well. 

P.S. This Female Chief will be named Persephone, we were originally going to use our own Chief’s name, Lada, but we like the idea of using Persephone as a name for this female Chief a great deal more. 

Now, with all of that said and done, let us begin shall we?

Our first Chapter is devoted to the wonderful topkurorights, featuring Langley and the female Chief, so here we go.

Female Chief Pampering Langley After Work

It came to her slowly, like the slowly spreading venom of a serpent, that thing known as awareness that aimed to pull her forth from the tranquility that she had been savoring despite her valiant attempts to turn and flee from it and retreat into the merciful embrace of that quite dark stillness once more.

Yet in vain were each of her efforts,for no matter how grand and terrible the struggle she raged against it, and no matter how desperately she clawed at the darkness in pursuit of returning to its tranquil embrace, she found herself pulled forth from the safe cocoon of stillness and quiet and into a hazy fog of awakening. 

First to come to her was Touch, and with it there came to her the sensation of warmth gathered beneath her head, a pleasant sensation that seeped into her scalp and made her long to keep her eyes closed for longer still, and one that was made all the more intense by the feather light caress of soothing warmth and silken smoothness that carded across her brow before it dipped to cup her cheek, a softness that put shame to her sheets and blankets and made her long to burrow into its embrace.

Second to come to her awakening senses was Scent, something floral and soothing, a flower, whose name evaded her, and a faintest of hints of lavender, and below it further still was something not quite recognizable to her, something that combined with the floral aroma into something that resonated within her mind as the smell of something dearly beloved and cherished and made her shift to nuzzle closer to the source of it, allowing the soothing smell to ease her once more. 

Third to greet her awakening form was Sound, the distant echo of thunder resounding above the gentle pitter patter of rain, yet neither of these came to her as strongly as a low humming sound that caressed her ears as the gentlest whispers of wind, and yet still it echoed in her ears in a way that nearly drowned out the roar of the thunder and the crack of lightning. 

And at last, there came that moment when she was made to relinquish the soothing blanket of darkness and to wearily open her eyes, her vision foggy with sleep and yet present weariness that yet tried to bid her return to the embrace of the dreaming realm, though still, even with blurred vision, she could make out something that made her heart throb within her chest.

For looking down at her with blue-gray eyes that seemed to shine as they gazed down at her slowly awakening form, a small smile curling the edges of delicate lips as her humming stopped for but a moment as she leaned in, her proximity making Langley close her eyes to avoid getting any of the locks of gray hair that softly tickled her skin in her eyes as lips ever so gently caressed her forehead for a moment longer than a heartbeat. 

The scent of before was heady this close, intoxicating and enthralling, bidding her to close her eyes and nuzzle into the pale neck that lay before her, idly ghosting her own lips over the pulse point that steadily beat below the ever so gentle skin, the taste of the smooth skin making her hum as a low sigh left the lips of the one who now began to pull back from her.

Lowly, and quite pitifully in hindsight, did Langley whimper as she tried to chase the woman that was moving back from her, trying to cox her to lean back in with an unintelligible warble and lidded eyes, her acts making the woman holding her chuckle lightly.

“You are always so adorable when you are sleepy.” There came to her ears these softly chuckled words as the hand that had stilled in its gentle massage of her scalp resumed it caressing, nails lightly caressing her scalp in such a way that Langley felt the desire to close her eyes and savor the sensation once more, only to force herself to remain awake.

“What…what time…what time is it ‘Sephone?” Sleepily and near unintelligibly there came these words from the lips of the Spider of Paradeisos as she tried to sit up, only for a hand to gently place itself on the center of her chest and push her back down to rest her head on what she now knew to be soft thighs, the hand caressing her scalp pausing to tile her head and coax it into nuzzling into her abdomen, an invitation eagerly accepted. 

A low hum left Persephone’s lips as she gently lifted her hand from Langley’s chest and began to softly stroke her neck up to her cheek, her thumb idly putting the slightest bit of pressure on the corner of Langley's lips, after softly caressing them for but a moment, the pressure making Langley part her lips and take the digit into her mouth, the action making Langley let out a low purr of content while a slight sigh of pleasure leave Persephone’s lips.

For a moment longer there was silence as Langley silently enjoyed the scent and warmth of her lover, the additional sensation and taste of her digit in her mouth only serving to further lull her into closing her eyes once more, though she yet stubbornly resisted until at last she heard her lover softly purr to her-

“Time to sleep dear, we don’t have any work today so you can rest a bit longer. So close your eyes and rest, I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

The words yet still lingering in the air, Persephone leaned down and gently placed her lips to Langley’s forehead for a moment, before she softly tilted her head such that she could elan down and gently ghost her lips over Langley’s own  for but a second before she pulled back with a small smile as she saw Langley close her eyes and begin to drift off to sleep once more.

Sighing softly, Persephone tilted her head back and closed her own eyes as she continued softly stroking Langley’s hair, allowing the gentle caress of her lover’s breath against her clothed abdomen to caress her as she began to slowly slip into unconsciousness herself, yet leaving her thumb in Langley’s mouth for her to suckly upon ever so gently as they both got some much deserved rest.

Fin

1,078 Words…Holy Shit that is the shortest thing I have ever written…How in the hell did…you know what? I’m not complaining, I feel that this short little oneshot can be ended here, though if anyone feels otherwise please let me know and I might go back and edit it a bit.

That said, this is but the start of this merry journey, though I feel I must remind you all that I have many other projects I am working on, and as such cannot promise regular or cohesive updates for this fic in the future.

But, with all of that said and done, I hope you all take care and stay safe,

See you in the next chapter.

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Was supposed to write this as a Christmas fic but here it is being a mix of Christmas and New Year~

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Various x fem!reader (Chief) (includes Chameleon, Cabernet, Eirene, Langley, Garofano, Sumire, Chelsea, Lady Pearl, Vautour Bleu and Bai Yi; basically open relationship with all)

Type: Fluff and implied smut (long fic)

The end of the year was a busy time for you with lots of reports and documentation to complete, even more so considering the staff had taken holidays for the last week to spend time with their families and loved ones. Unfortunately, as the Chief of MBCC, you didn't have such plans. After all, you didn't have a home or family to go back to. Your days were always spent in the Bureau, whether it be working days or not. You didn't mind it, you liked the place and it was important to be there for the Sinners.

Some Sinners also took permissions for outing this week, most likely for similar reasons as the staff. But a considerable amount was still at the bureau and it was your duty to ensure they enjoy the holidays too. With that in mind, you had already planned everything with Nightingale's help to organise a Christmas party. On the morning of Christmas, the Sinners woke up to find lights and holiday decorations all around the bureau and personalized invitations at their doors. By evening, everyone started gathering in the recreational area wearing Christmas themed outfits and eagerly waiting for the party to begin.

"Did she really plan all this? I'm impressed~"

"She's always so hard working for us..."

"I can't wait to see what's in store!"

They mumbled amongst themselves as they waited. Then, all of a sudden, the door burst open and someone dressed in red and white with a beard and a red bag came hopping in cheering 'Merry Christmas' and throwing candies from the bag. It didn't take long for everyone to figure out it was none other than their beloved Chief dressed as Santa Claus. The children appeared most excited and huddled around you to take more candies, but more surprises awaited them.

"Follow me, everyone!" You announced and led them to the courtyard and their eyes widened at the marvelous sight in front.

A giant Christmas tree decorated with all sorts of ornaments stood in the center, and a huge bunch of gifts were placed under it. More lights and decorations adorned the area along with artificial snow falling down to give the effect of real Christmas as much as possible. You wanted all of them to feel happy even if they were away from their loved ones. You soon began distributing gifts from the bunch to each of them. It was a long and hard process to think of unique gifts for all, but you hoped everyone would like your choice.

"Ah, I wanted this for so long! Thank you, Chief!" Owo said excitedly.

"Chief, how did you know I wanted this....?" Garofano commented with a smile.

"My, this is unexpected but pleasant nonetheless~" Chameleon remarked while smirking.

Many more Sinners remarked on the gifts and thanked you. You were truly glad to see everyone liked what they received.

"Merry Christmas everyone! Please help yourselves to the feast and I hope all of you have a good time!" You spoke after the gift distribution, showing the unraveled buffet you specially arranged for. It was no lavish feast, but it was more than heartwarming for them to see you do so much. Many of them didn't really think much of Christmas and didn't plan to celebrate- like Chameleon, who had bare minimum interest in the festival. But even she could appreciate this gesture. Hours quickly passed as everyone enjoyed themselves to the night and the day was over before you knew it.

You went back to your office once everything was finished and sat on the couch with a sigh while removing the hefty Santa Claus clothes. You laid down on the couch for a moment to rest, your eyes fixated on the ceiling as you pondered over the day and felt happy everything went well. You then got up and decided to complete some more paperwork and your eyes fell on a small box kept on your table with the label- 'Merry Christmas, Chief. Thank you for your hard work'. There was no undersign but you could tell it was from Nightingale, she had also taken a leave from today until 31st. You smiled to yourself and securely kept the contents of the box in an appropriate place then sat on your desk to work.

Some time passed and in another corner of the bureau was the arrival of a most unexpected guest. The limousine stopped in front of the bureau and the leader of the 9th Agency stepped out, her cane tapping on the floor first. She looked at the building in front of her with a smirk then flicked her hat before beginning to walk inside. She glanced at the decorations in the courtyard as she walked, smiling internally at the preparations you did. She finally reached your office door and opened it to reveal your body perched upon the desk, meticulously working as always. Langley half expected you to rest now, but she knew well that wouldn't be the case.

"Ahem, hard at work, rookie?~"

Langley's sudden voice beamed in your ears, causing you to stand up.

"L-Langley! What brings you here at this hour?"

Langley smiled and closed the door behind her as she walked in then stood in front of you. She took a look around the office and seemed disappointed at how empty and normal it looked.

"Checking up on my rookie. I see you didn't take a break even during Christmas."

"Ah, I did for some time. You know, there was the party...."

"Hm, I see."

"Oh, that reminds me! It's good you came here right now, wait a minute."

You asked her to stay while you proceeded to look in your cabinet and soon took out a wrapped box then came back to her side.

"This is for you. Merry Christmas, boss~"

Langley looked at the beautifully wrapped box and was taken aback for a moment, though her expression remained fairly unchanged.

"What is this?"

"Your Christmas gift. I had thought to give it to you whenever we'd meet and it's good that you came right now. I hope you'll like it...."

Langley accepted the box and stared at it for a moment then kept it on the desk. Her lips curled up in a smirk and before you knew it, she pulled you closer by grabbing your chest harness and pressed her lips to yours. Your eyes widened at the surprising sensation, but Langley only went deeper as she stepped closer and pinned you against the edge of the desk. Her lips ravaged yours with fervor, rolling her tongue with yours in a passionate kiss. Her hands pinned yours to the side, holding you by your wrists as she came closer and made you lie flat on the table while her knee lodged between your thighs.

"Mmm.... L-Langley....!~"

You moaned into the kiss, fueling Langley's desire further. She bit your lower lip and continued kissing you deeply until she was satisfied. You were breathless by the time she pulled away, panting intensely while she gazed at you and caressed your lips with her thumb. She smirked as she stepped away to let you stand up and fix yourself while she fixed her own clothes too then picked up her cane.

"You have my thanks, rookie. Rest up now."

"R-Right, I will, boss...."

Langley chuckled and was about to walk out when something came in her mind.

"I do wonder, did your beloved Sinners thank you in return for all your effort? I don't see any kind of gifts around."

"Ah, they don't need to. I wanted them to enjoy which I guess they did, seeing them happy is a good enough gift for me."

Langley stared at you then nodded before turning around to walk away.

"Seriously, rookie...." she muttered under her breath before glancing one last look at you as she exited.

The day of the celebration passed and everything was back to normal. Most Sinners who went out returned while some took an extended outing until New Year's Eve. It was still a festive atmosphere but for you there was no end to the paperwork, you just hoped to complete it all before next year....

Unbeknownst to you, a secret gathering of some Sinners was being conducted in a secluded area of the bureau by courtesy of Nightingale. You'd generally have eyes and ears everywhere, but on request of the boss of the 9th Agency, Nightingale prepared a room where they could meet in solace. Nobody was aware of the agenda of this supposed meeting, many couldn't even understand why Langley wanted to meet this way.

"I gather these are all the people who are interested, Adjutant?" Langley asked Nightingale who firmly nodded.

"There would be more but I refrained from inviting too many. They will be sufficient for now."

"Understood, then let's begin right away. I won't waste much time, the agenda of this meeting is simple. Your beloved Chief organized such a marvelous Christmas party, yet she received nothing in return from any of you."

Langley's sharp words triggered many of them, some furrowing their brows as if feeling accused of doing something wrong.

"Hmm? If this is about gratitude, then I had extended an invitation to her for my private Christmas gathering and she refused it herself." Eirene was the first to speak. It was surprising she came to this meeting considering she wasn't in the party, but she was always interested in things like this if it involved you.

"Oh? What a coincidence, so did I. It's a shame truly, she would have had so much fun at my party~" Chelsea countered, making Eirene glare at her for a moment before letting out a chuckle.

"Surely your little....party would be incomparable to my annual celebration. It's renowned in Eastside and Quinn only offers the best services~"

Chelsea also glared at her before smirking, "That's precisely why my sugar baby would like my place better. It'd be more personal and....intimate, she could have anything she wants and I would ensure the best reception for her~"

Eirene was about to retort when a giggle was heard from the other corner.

"Reception, you say? Then the Francs have most experience here. Our parties are as large as Quinn's but frivolous formalities are left at the door. It's no wonder Chief declined you both to come to mine~"

Cabernet quipped, her words making everyone stare at her in shock.

"What?! I don't believe my sugar baby would discriminate this way!" Chelsea gasped.

"Um, if I may interject...." a soft voice interrupted the commotion and they all turned their gazes towards the source.

"....Chief was at the party yesterday the entire time. I can confirm since I was part of it." it was Garofano who spoke.

"If my word matters then I can confirm as well~" Chameleon added.

Chelsea let out a sigh of relief while Eirene cleared her throat and Cabernet was giggling to herself, enjoying riling them up.

"Just a moment, you say she was at the party the whole time? Did she not take the day off for her own personal matters?"

Another person spoke and this time it was Lady Pearl who had been silently listening so far.

"Yes, that appears to be the case. Adjutant Nightingale can explain better, perhaps?" Garofano replied.

Nightingale let out a sigh, "Chief lives here only; she has no home, family or associates of any kind. She put in lot of work for the party yesterday, planned it a long time ago and implemented it herself since I and most of the staff were also on leave yesterday."

Everyone went silent hearing the surprising truth. They all knew how much effort you spent to run the bureau but they weren't aware you had no personal life to speak of.

"Ah, finally I can continue? Thank you, Adjutant. Since everyone is up to date with the matter now, let me reiterate my point. I don't care what parties or gatherings you invited her to, in the end, she did not receive any gratitude in return. So, the stage is open for ideas. I don't care when it is and how it is as long as you all come to an answer she will like." Langley spoke.

The room was silent once again as everyone seemed to ponder then Chameleon spoke.

"Hmm, and why do you care so much about showing gratitude to her, Ms Langley?~"

Langley's brow twitched and she glared at Chameleon before someone added in.

"That's true. And who made you the boss here?! You weren't even at the party yourself!" Bai Yi was the one to speak this time while leisurely leaning against the wall.

"Would you like to take charge then, Ms Bai Yi?~" Langley replied with a fake smile.

"Ooh, now we are talking! Alright, listen up everyone! We are going to organize the best party for Chief!" Bai Yi announced with a cheer, but nobody cheered with her in agreement and she quiety stepped back.

Langley rolled her eyes at the annoying interferences, she was regretting to organize this meeting.

"A-Ahem, back to the topic. Would anyone like to suggest ideas? It doesn't have to be a party, our motive is to thank Chief for all she has done. I suggest we do something on the 31st and make it a New Year's present for her." Nightingale said.

"Good idea, Adjutant. I agree about making it a New Year's gift." Langley complimented.

"Well then, perhaps we should name the things she likes and choose according to that." Chameleon said.

Everyone nodded and started pondering what things you liked- be it hobbies, entertainment, food, music etc. However, after pondering for a good while, nobody could come up with concrete options. It's not that they didn't think of anything, but more like they didn't know what you liked personally.

"Uh, what does Chief even like? She seems to do anything and everything that catches her eye around the bureau...." Sumire broke the silence with her doubt.

"Hmm, I have seen her often talk with Pepper and Mentor about the plants here but it doesn't seem she grows any out of personal interest." Garofano added.

"She enjoys the plays the children perform, but always denies getting involved herself whenever I suggest her to take up the stage." Lady Pearl continued.

"She is a good food critc and always eats with me when I invite her, but in the end she enjoys simple meals most." Cabernet said.

"I suggested her to read some new books once and she read them all in a month then added them to the library, but I rarely see her pick out new books otherwise." Eirene added.

"Hmmm....something she enjoys.... Ah, all I can think about is the way her face contorts in pleasure when we—" Bai Yi spoke dreamily, until being stopped by everyone.

"Ahem, Ms Bai Yi, while I agree with you, now is not the time for that." Eirene scolded, making Bai Yi pout.

"Hmph, she certainly has a knack for getting kidnapped as well~" Langley teased, making everyone chuckle.

"She is also a terrible undercover agent if she easily fawns over her target next door~" Vautour Bleu commented.

Light chuckles resounded in the room as everyone tried to recall the things you like and enjoy, but nobody could settle on what to do for gratitude since everything they recounted only seemed to show your dedication towards them.

"I....suppose she's fond of taking care of us...." Sumire spoke in a melancholic tone.

"It's her job. Although, she does seem too focused on work all the time...." Garofano said in agreement.

"Hah, so you are saying we don't know anything she personally likes to do? Her hobbies or interests, anything?" Chelsea said in an annoyed tone.

"Adjutant, you must be knowing her better than us. Do you have any input?" Langley probed Nightingale who looked down with a dejected expression.

"No, I don't know any better either. If she's not assissting any of the Sinners then she's cooped up in her office buried in paperwork. I always try to ease her burdens so she could take a break but the work seems never ending...."

"Does she.... not have a life without us? What was she like before she became the Chief here?" Sumire asked.

Her question intrigued everyone, it was true they didn't know how you were outside of your job and before it. Langley sensed the growing curiosity and knew she had to divert the topic, disclosing such sensitive information about you would have dire consequences.

"That hardly matters, we are getting off-topic once again. If none of you can think anything then I suggest having a party and arranging personal gifts for her, it seems to be the safest option and she will get to have a break too."

Langley's proposal was fair but nobody responded immediately as they were still thinking to do something else.

"It is quite simple, I don't see what this fuss is about." Chamelon said all of a sudden, and everyone looked at her with confused faces.

"Care to explain, Chameleon?" Langley said.

"Hah.... If all we can think about is her dedication towards us then doesn't that mean we are the ones she loves most?~"

Eyes widened at Chameleon's statement as if a sudden switch was triggered in everyone's mind.

"But, isn't that—" Garofano said but was cut off.

"What's the harm in that? Don't tell me you all find yourselves to be of so little value for her?~" Chameleon said.

More silence followed Chameleon's words until Garofano spoke up with a smile.

"I adore the way she smiles when I make new clothes for her. She always tries them on so happily and thanks me, she looks so happy wearing them...."

Sumire was next to say, "She is my most treasured person. She participates in tea ceremonies and flower arrangements with me, she does it with diligence and looks forward to next time...."

Eirene added now, "She is my true partner. She never denies playing chess with me even though she always loses, and she always schedules a next match...."

"Her palate is much simpler than mine, she hardly knows most of the dishes I offer to her but she always tries everything and thanks me for introducing her to new flavors. Not to mention, she never fails to satisfy my hunger for her...." Cabernet said with a sigh.

Chameleon chuckled, "Since the day she agreed to be my toy, she has never failed to keep up with me. I look forward to the late night talks with her...."

Everyone eventually revealed their most cherished moments with you since they were the time they had seen you be the happiest around them.

"How romantic, seems a wedding ceremony may as well be the best gift for her~" Langley teased, "But, this has given me an idea now."

~*~

It was the last day of the year now. You didn't even realize how time passed so quickly and another year was coming to a close. You were thrust into this role 2 years ago with no memories or knowledge of yourself and the world, but here you were still thriving somehow. You had completed all major paperwork and were only left with minor issues which you planned to slowly complete throughout the day, today you wanted to feel relaxed. With a cup of coffee in your hand, you came to the cafeteria to grab a bite and noticed it was emptier than usual.

Most Sinners would generally be here at this hour for breakfast. You noticed how many of the older ones were absent, save for a few. You didn't pay much heed to this and headed back to your office with the coffee and sandwich in hand. More hours passed in the blink of an eye as you worked on your desk with unbroken resolve as you were determined to keep your evening free. You wanted to organize a New Year's party but had already used most budget for the Christmas party, still you planned to order some good food for everyone.

Strange enough, nobody came to your office the entire time for any matter, nor did any situation come up among the Sinners. It felt as if you were the only one in the building, if not for Nightingale's regular check-ins. You remembered some of them had taken outing permission for today as well, but the silence was still daunting. It was late evening when you finally completed your work and decided to head to your room to rest for a while.

As you approached the door, you noticed a piece of paper lying on the floor and crouched to pick it up. It was a simple card with the following words written- 'For Chief, come to us <3'

The wording made you think someone was playing a prank, but the familiar scent coming from the paper made you curious. You stood up and opened the door and were met with the sight of a red heart shaped balloon and a similar kind of paper attached to its string, which read- 'Thank you for always taking care of us'

You couldn't understand what was happening. You looked around and saw another similar balloon at the end of the lobby and swiftly walked up to it. As expected, another paper was attached to it which read- 'Thank you for your hard work'

This was followed by another balloon a few steps away with the paper reading- 'You are the light in my grim world'. This messaged seemed more personal, and you had some idea who it could be from but weren't fully sure.

The next card read- 'You are my most treasured gem.' Another personal card and this one seemed more obvious.

You blindly kept following the trail of balloons and were desperately searching for the next one which was slightly farther but not out of sight. You held the card which read- 'You are the most delicious delicacy in this world I will patiently wait for.' This could only be from a certain red-haired woman....

The next card in your hand read- 'Thank you for giving us, me, a place to call home'. Another ambiguous message, but something felt familiar about it.

You didn't realize when you reached the last balloon and were also standing in front of your own room now. You looked around in awe as you snapped out of your trance, wondering who did this but the hall was empty. The last balloon was attached to the door knob with a simple message pasted- 'We are waiting for you ;)'

You contemplated for a moment about what to do. Everything was quite suspicious and you had a few suspects in mind but weren't sure what the motive was here. You had an idea of what awaited you beyond this door. Would it really be the right choice to go in? You could simply ignore everything and walk away, but deep down you were eager to know the finish line of this chase.

You took a deep breath and turned the knob to open the door and were met with complete darkness. You stepped inside and the door automatically shut itself and you knew it was futile to try to go out. You remembered the framework of your room hence cautiously walked forward until you felt your foot step on something like a button and in an instant, bright lights covered your view followed by sounds of something popping and cheers of 'Surprise!'

As your eyes adjusted, you finally realized what was happening. There stood all of your Sinners- well, some of them- with a cake in front and party poppers on the floor. The room was decorated with simple ornaments that gave a positive and cheerful vibe, and the cake was labeled- 'Thank you'

"What.... what is all this?" those were the words that first left your mouth. The SInners in front had similar reactions, some smiled while a few chuckled at your dumbfounded expression.

"It is our gratitude for you, Chief. You did so much for us on Christmas, and every day before it, while we didn't give you anything in return. We wanted to show our appreciation for you as well." Sumire answered your question with the most sincere and honest reply.

"We are sorry we didn't give you anything in return on Christmas even though you did so much for us. Please forgive us and accept this as your belated Christmas present." Garofano continued and both of them pushed the table with the cake closer to you.

You were rendered speechless and motionless for a moment, not knowing how to respond. You looked at all the women gathered around who were smiling and waiting for you to cut the cake. You didn't know they had such thoughts and almost felt guilty for making them think you found them ungrateful.

"I... I-I don't know what to say. Um.... you all didn't have to do this. I don't feel any of you are ungrateful and I don't mind not receiving anything in return. I just wanted you all to feel happy on a festive day like that, the greatest gift for me is seeing you all being happy...."

The words barely came out of you as you stuttered out of embarrassment. All of them felt their hearts skip a beat hearing them, it was beyond their understanding how you could make them feel this way.

"Save your humility for later, Chief. It wouldn't hurt to receive thanks once in a while, would it?~" Chameleon spoke amidst the silence and walked up to you. She stood in front and lighted the candle on the cake then stepped back.

"Indeed. You deserve this, rookie~" Langley's voice beamed from your left.

You felt overwhelmed at the gesture and struggled to react for a while then took a deep breath and picked up the knife. You blew the candle and everyone clapped as you cut the cake. You didn't expect to receive anything like this, but you would be lying if you said the feeling wasn't good.

"Whose idea was it to do this, by the way?" you asked and everyone fell silent once again until Langley spoke.

"That doesn't matter. It was a group effort in the end. Now then, let's move to the gifts."

It seemed as if she dodged the question but you didn't probe further as you were more surprised hearing about gifts.

"Wait, gifts? There's more to this surprise?"

"Why, of course. No celebration is complete without gifts, is it?~" Chelsea spoke.

You waited for them to give their gifts but you couldn't see any kind of boxes or packets around them. All of a sudden, they stepped closer to you at once and soon stood in a circle around you. Their eyes glimmered with mischief, lips curled up in smirks as they gazed at you.

"S-So, what are the gifts....?"

"About that, Chief..... We thought long and hard about the things you like— any accessories, electronics, food— anything. But in the end, we couldn't figure out any materialistic option that you'd like." Eirene said in a humming tone.

"But then, the best option finally dawned on us after meticulous discussion. Care to take a guess?~" Chelsea added.

"Uhhh, I'm not sure...."

"Hehe~ Oh, you are so adorable, Chief~" Chameleon commented.

"We realized the best gift for you is.... us~" Cabernet revealed, making your eyes widen in surprise.

"I-I don't think I follow...." you nervously spoke, subconsciously averting your gaze from them.

"We know, Chief. You care for us most. And we care for you as well, you are the most important person in our lives. That's why, we want to give ourselves to you. Our mind, body and soul— everything is yours." Garofano explained and stepped closer to hold your hand.

You were rendered speechless once again. The turn of events was most unexpected. While you already had sexual relationships with all of them as a form of stress relief and fulfillment, you didn't think they wanted something so serious with you.

"Take us, Chief. There is nobody else who deserves us the way you do, we cannot think to devote ourselves to anyone other than you." Sumire added and stepped in to hold your other hand.

"I...." you tried to form words but none came out.

You could see their expressions turning sour at your continued silence and realized you were making them upset. But before you could finally respond, someone jumped in and kissed you. Surprised gasps resounded around you at the perpetrator- who was none other than Bai Yi.

"Aah, all of you were wasting so much time that I couldn't wait! Stop thinking so much about it and just take us, Chief~" Bai Yi said with a wink and kissed you again.

Perhaps the electrifying kiss is exactly what you needed to come back to your senses. Once she pulled away, you were finally brave enough to accept what was happening and respond accordingly.

"I.... I'm very grateful for this. Truly, you all didn't need to do it but I am very happy. Thank you, all of you. As for your gifts.... a-ahem, how should I open them....?" you said with a blush and they smirked at your question.

You then felt a pair of arms wrap around your neck and were soon pulled to the side by Sumire who hurriedly kissed you. Garofano chuckled at her colleague's impatient action, but she knew deep down she was equally impatient. As soon as Sumire let you go, Garofano pulled you to her side by your collar and kissed you next, pressing her lips deeply with yours.

"Ah, how unruly of you three to steal kisses from her before us~" Vautour said while stepping closer.

You realized all of them had stepped closer to you and were squeezing you in the center, your face turned red at their close proximity.

"S-So, what are we going to d— mmph!~"

Your words were blocked by Chelsea who kissed you next, swiftly moving in and closing the gap.

"Don't forget you are still my sugar baby~" she whispered against your lips.

"If that's the case...." Chameleon said and pulled you out of Chelsea's hold. Her hand cupped your face before she moved close to ghost your lips, "....You are also my toy, I'm not going to stop our little games~". She then kissed you, pressing herself against you.

You were already feeling overwhelmed and embarrassed by the continuous kisses, but you knew more awaited. Cabernet was next to pull you towards her. She embraced you as if swallowing you, wrapping herself around you sensually while kissing you.

"Mmm, your taste is always addicting.... Let me have more, darling~"

"That will have to wait. Come here, my partner~" Eirene beckoned you with her finger. You had merely taken a few steps towards her when she suddenly embraced you before kissing you passionately.

"Just to be clear, the Quinn is still not included in this relationship. You have more ways to go before you can inherit it beside me~"

Your mind plunged in a daze. You didn't even drink any alcohol but felt dizzy as things continued, perhaps it was the feeling of being lovestruck. As soon as Eirene released you, you were pulled away once again but pinned to the wall this time with your wrists held out to the sides. The action and touch of the person was familiar, and you were indeed correct when the person came in front of you to occupy all your senses with her deep, hypnotizing presence.

"V-Vautour...." you merely whispered her name, a small smile growing on her lips.

"A very interesting place you brought me to.... I'm willing to rest my wings here and make it my nest~"

Vautour Bleu husked then drew close to kiss you. Her kiss was gentler and slower than others, but conveyed the same kind of feelings. She stepped away before you even realized the sensation was gone. A hand grabbed your wrist and you were pulled again, this time into a dance position. Lady Pearl was your partner, her right hand resting on your shoulder while her left joined your right.

"You never fail to surprise me.... Oh, this reverie is enchanting and I wish to dance with you till the world goes up in flames~"

She came close to kiss you too, a simple yet frenzied kiss that showed her desire for you. Just when you thought it was over, you remebered someone important was left.

"Enjoying the attention, rookie?~" Langley spoke from behind. You were about to turn around to face her but she didn't let you as she embraced you from the back, her right hand cupping your jaw.

"....You were the one who planned this, right?"

Langley didn't reply and you couldn't see her expression either. She simply turned your face towards herself and leaned down to kiss you.

"Some truths are better left unsaid, rookie~"

As you stood in Langley's secure hold, rest of the Sinners grouped around you again and were gazing at you with hooded eyes.

"S-So, what now....?" you nervously asked them, feeling unsure of the thoughts swirling in your mind.

"You should unravel your gifts now~" Cabernet spoke while guiding your hand towards her breast. Intense blush occupied your face at the soft sensation of her breast in your palm, feelings of arousal rising in you.

Another person guided your other hand towards themselves, making you grasp a piece of clothing covering their chest.

"Remove it, Chief. Your gift is waiting~" Bai Yi probed while holding out the string of her bra that was a simple tug away from being undone.

"This is going to take too much time if we go one by one~" Chameleon mused, her eyes glinting with lust and you knew she was thinking something mischievous.

"Well.... who says we need to go one by one?~" Vautour added, "I'm sure our beloved Chief would prefer to have all gifts at once~"

The suggestion was surprising but nobody denied it; they were all too eager to be with you, after all.

In the next few moments, shuffling of clothes filled the room as you undressed them. You pulled Bai Yi's bra string first and freed her breasts then slipped down Cabernet's gown and exposed half of her body before moving to Chameleon to unzip her skirt. They continued removing rest of their clothes while you moved to Eirene to open her dress, followed by stripping down Vautour and Pearl. Garofano had removed most of her clothes and only left the gown hanging for you to slip off, same with Sumire who was waiting for you to slide off her kimono. Last was Langley who patiently waited for her turn by removing her hat and tie, gesturing you to unbutton her shirt.

You watched in a daze as the naked bodies of the women around you came in view for you to feast on. You couldn't take your eyes off of them and felt arousal pool between your thighs already. Fantasies of flushed skin flooded your mind and left you senseless. You were numbed to the possibilities which sinfully awaited you, your body craved them but you were lost before hungry wolves, uncertain where to start. Cabernet's scarlet hair swept over the curve of her ass, and Vautour's pristine waist narrowed neatly into round hips.

You hid your eyes from the provoking sight but delighted in the sight of Pearl's smiling lips and noting the fullness of Chameleon's perfect breasts. There was nowhere to run, you were surrounded by unblemished soft skin and seductive gazes- each one all too eager to devour you whole. In the midst of such a marvelous scenery, you stood alone like a lone traveller, still clad in your uniform. By the time all of them were undressed, they were already focused on you.

"A-Ah, I will undress myself—!" you stuttered and started unbuttoning your shirt as fast as possible, but the women were faster and already had their hands on you.

"Leave it to us, Chief~" Sumire purred.

You felt all of them pull from different sides, making you anxious that the fabric would rip apart.

"Don't worry, Chief. I'll fix them later~" Garofano reassured.

As if using that as a signal, they applied for force and the sound of ripping rung in your ear as they actually tore away your shirt. Some of the buttons flew off as it was pulled from both sides then tossed away in the void. You couldn't help but feel shy and cover yourself as they gazed at your naked form, even though all of them had seen you this way plenty of times before.

"Ahh, Chief.... how delectable you look.... I can barely hold myself back anymore~" Cabernet moaned while sliding her hand down your neck, feeling up your skin. You were then shoved on the bed which was certainly not big enough for all of them, but perhaps they didn't care of the space at all. More hands caressed your pants and before you knew it, they were pulled off making you completely bare now. Cabernet was first to climb up and straddle you, her tongue lolling out as waiting to devour you.

"Now, wait a minute. What gives you the right to go first, Franc?" Eirene scolded and climbed up as well, straddling you beside Cabernet.

"Hmm, I don't need anyone's permission. Chief can't wait to have me, isn't that right, Chief?~"

Cabernet licked her lips and traced her thumb over yours.

"I don't recall her saying anything of that sort. She's my partner first, it's only right for me to start." Eirene countered.

"What makes you both think I'll give my sugar baby so easily? She only deserves to have me first." Chelsea added while climbing up and sitting on Cabernet's other side. The three of them surrounded you from the front completely, leaving no space at all except the back.

"Tsk tsk, if the three of you are so busy bickering, I suppose I'll have my share first~" Bai Yi spoke and swiftly moved behind you, wrapping her arms around your neck and kissing your shoulder.

You heard the bed creak as someone else climbed up and it was none other than Chameleon crawling to sit behind you as well. Her fingers grazed your nape and she leaned to nibble your left ear, making you softly gasp in return.

"Hehe, nobody knows her body the way I do. It's only appropriate for me to start first~"

"That's not necessarily the case. We have spent lot of time exploring each other's bodies, haven't we, honey?~" Lady Pearl cooed and squeezed in as well. You were surrounded by all sides now and there was no more space, but you couldn't ignore the other women who were looking at you in anticipating and waiting for their turn.

"L-Let's go one by one. I don't care who is first, I don't want any of you to feel unsatisfied...." you suggested.

Their eyes hooded with lust at your words, an unrestrained urge to devour you growing in them.

"Oh, Chief.... you are always so kind.... How do you expect us to hold in our desires if you say things like that?~" Garofano said in a singsong tone, her face flushed red.

"Indeed.... you make it so hard to satiate my hunger...." Cabernet moaned and finally drove forward to kiss your neck. Her action prompted others to also move in and kiss you on different parts- Eirene and Chelsea kissed along your chest, Chameleon and Bai Yi planted kisses on your face and ears, Lady Pearl tilted your head back and captured your lips while Vautour Bleu and Langley kissed along your arms. Garofano and Sumire wasted no time to kiss down your thighs, even making some bite marks on your flesh.

The sensations were overwhelming as you drowned in kisses and nips. Each of them felt as passionate and needy as the other, a sign of their desperation to mark you as theirs. Small moans and gasps left you lips at the various touches; Cabernet was licking up your neck like a starved puppy, Eirene and Chelsea played with your breasts while kissing over them, Bai Yi and Chameleon bit down and sucked on your upper back, Lady Pearl covered your face with kisses before biting on your nape, Vautour was sensually licking and sucking your finger while Langley trailed kisses up and down your hand.

"A-Ah.... wait.... I can't...." you moaned in pleasure, recoiling from all sides but being held back by Bai Yi, Chameleon and Lady Pearl behind you.

"Chief... you are so sweet... mmh~" Cabernet whispered against your skin.

"Just give yourselves to us~" Chameleon husked in your ear.

As the barrage of kisses and bites continued on your body, you suddenly heard the sound of fireworks going off outside. Everyone stopped for a moment to gaze upon the sparkling sight until looking back at you.

"Happy New Year, Chief~"

They said in unison, and you finally realized the extent of their surprise. Entering the new year like this wasn't bad, you thought....

Throughout the night, only the sweetest of moans and whimpers echoed in your ears, and only the most beautiful faces teeming in pleasure occupied your sight.

[uranometrias]

isn't that sweet, i guess so, aaron hotchner

summary: in which you reunite with your big sister's best friend, aaron hotchner for the first time since you graduated high school, and headed off to university. the last time you'd seen him you'd been a seventeen year old with a massive crush, now you were a special agent with doctorates and degrees. when the BAU is paired up with your unit during a case, you find that unit chief aaron is completely different from the aaron you'd looked up to growing up, but for good reason. one thing that never seemed to change though, is how he seems to know you better than anyone else, which is unlucky for you considering he's married with a baby on the way. pairing: aaron hotchner! x cia! female reader category: fluff x crack content warnings: none really? made up case details. mentions of bombings, murder, death, terrorism. there's an age gap of about 7 years between r! + hotch and this takes place in s1... idk it's just a bit of word vomit surrounding hotch finding a woman that's not haley attractive. no cheating though, cause it's literally fleeting, but reader is a bit smitten. author's note. i've got hotchner brain rot, and find myself with thousands of ideas that i never can bring myself to write. the girls that love him can be a bit... scary lol. they do not play about him, but whatever... he's on my mind so here we are.

it''s been so many months omg. i went to basic training and officially became an army girl! now i'm in italy now learning how to be a paralegal (which makes me even more equipped to write badass women with legal knowledge yum!) anyways... i'm sort of back, my schedule is packed, but i'm gonna get back into writing because i've missed it so terribly. xx

He hears you before he sees you. Your voice, despite the years that resided in between the last time he'd heard it hadn't changed much. It had gotten a bit deeper, a sign that you were no longer the bubbly teen he'd last seen you as, you were older, an adult now. Still, there's an undeniable giddiness that rested beneath your words that took him back to days when you were being chased off by your big sister for hanging around too much and "being way too obvious"

Obvious about what? Aaron had never quite figured it out, but he knows it's you nonetheless. You're standing in the middle of the Langley Headquarters, the Central Intelligence Agency office. The last Aaron had heard about you, you'd been on assignment in Qatar, but that was nearly eight months ago. Jobs that required FBI Agents and CIA Case Officers to overlap were usually gruesome, and despite how polite your tone was, he could still place a level of sternness.

"If we're dealing with some sort of cluster, the last thing we want to do is proceed haphazardly." you're speaking to a group of about ten counter-terrorism operatives, voice low so as not to disturb the other pods of agents working. "That said, over the last month there's been a bombing a week in the areas surrounding the capital." you're muttering just as the team is finally breaching the threshold of your particular pod. The building was bustling, flooded with bodies working on what Aaron was certain were different cases.

One of the agents, a man about your age seems to notice the new group, and clears his throat. You turn, eyebrow raising as you take him in. "I'm sorry?" you question as if the noise was some offensive remark made. The agent, whoever he is, seems to freeze up, eyes wide as he points forward in the general direction of the team. Aaron hears Elle's quiet little snort, and wonders how the two of you will manage to work alongside one another. Elle was - or better put, she could be quite volatile. And it seemed the way you'd spoken to your subordinate had already managed to put a sour taste in her mouth.

"I hope we're not interrupting." and you're finally turning, eyes fluttering directly to Gideon. You don't acknowledge anyone else on the team, only Gideon, head tipping to the side just slightly. Your lips push together, eyes then moving to the clock that rested on the desk nearest you.

"Not interrupting, but you're late, and we can't afford to wait around for the F.B.I. to finally give a damn." and your tone isn't snippy at all, but it's clear that you're passionate about your job, and this case. It makes sense that you're in the position that you're in. You turn back to your team, hands clasping together, "Everyone, these are the Bureau agents we were promised." you motion to them loosely. "You'll all be expected to work with them, not against them." you're back to pretending the profilers aren't there, he's not offended.

He can tell though that the others aren't sure how to take you. "This isn't the time for a balls match, and I don't care how long you've worked where." your eyes shoot across the entire group, resting sternly on the same man who's cleared his throat earlier. "They're here because they've mastered the art of getting into the mind of sons of bitches like these. In layman's terms we need them, and I expect you to give them the respect they deserve," it's then that you finally look back at them, eyes sweeping over the group.

Aaron sees it when surprise crosses your features, it happens when you finally lock eyes with him, but you hide it in an instant. "W-We can expect the exact same of them." everyone notices the sudden waver in your tone, but your face is so set they've got no time to unpack it. "I don't want to hear about any of you getting beside yourselves because you're too egotistical to accept a different opinion. Our goal is the same, so for now these are your comrades, and you'll treat them like you'd treat any cadet coming out of Peary."

You sound so official, and Aaron thinks that's partly due to the fact that you were one of the youngest in the room, which came with a certain level of scrutiny, which in turn meant you had no room to show any ounce of uncertainty. You couldn't give them any reason to believe they could undermine the authority you'd been granted. "We clear?" you ask, and you've regained some of that regality to your voice, and Aaron finds that leadership suits your character.

It's not until your team has offered their affirmatives and you've issued a handful of tasks that you finally turn back to the team. Your eyes sweep over the entirety of the line, deliberately passing over Aaron, and he wonders if that's deliberate. "Welcome to Langley." you start your introduction, "My supervisor said you guys would be here an hour ago." you admit, and you don't sound inherently snippy, but it's clear their perceived lack of punctuality was a bother.

"Our apologies, we came as soon as we were cleared." Jason is saying, and Aaron is certain all minds are running directly to Erin Strauss. She'd always had an affinity of making things way more difficult than they'd ever needed to be.

"That's alright, I'm just glad we've finally got your brains in the building." and you extend a hand, a polite (but still closed-off) smile residing on your face. "Jason Gideon, right?" you question, and he's accepting the gesture gingerly. "I'm Case Officer L/N, I'll be your point person while my supervisor is away." and you're looking at the clock again. "They should be landing within the hour, I'm sure he'll be looking forward to meeting you all." you proceed.

"This is Doctor Reid." and Gideon is addressing Spencer, who offers a small wave that you reciprocate. "This is our technical Analyst Garcia.." and he motions to her, the blonde beaming vibrantly at you. She's a walking ray of sunshine, a brightness that's needed in the profession. You offer your own sort of bright greeting, "And these are SSA's Greenaway, Morgan, Jareau..." and before Jason can move to introduce Aaron, you're offering the first real smile of the day.

"Hotchner." you complete Jason's greeting, smile deepening just slightly. "I'm actually quite familiar, we go way back." and Aaron feels every set of eyes to his left and right snapping right to him. He sees Derek's smug little smirk and JJ's perturbed eyebrow raise. He's not in the mood for questions though. "Follow me, we tore apart an office to make space for you guys." and you're walking, and the team is at a loss. Most of them seem to have no clue how to respond, but Derek does, he always does.

"We go way back?" he mimics cheekily and Aaron's eyes can't help but to roll. Elle and Jennifer are releasing similar snorts, clearly amused at the entire situation. Aaron doesn't know why they're so hellbent on trying to see something that wasn't there. It wasn't like you were some mysterious woman from his past. You were the kid sister of his childhood friend, basically a neighbor. Still, he couldn't deny that the feeling that stirred up alongside the familiarity was not lost on him.

"Let's just focus on the case." Gideon is muttering, and Aaron doesn't think he's ever appreciated the old man more.

It's barely a few moments before Aaron's being pulled from his head. The space that had been allotted to the team was nice enough, it would do for the time being. You watch them appraise the space, hands clasped in front of you like you were waiting for their reactions. "Thank you, it's perfect!" he breaches the first conversation between the both of you, and your eyes seem to light up, shoulders jumping at the not-quite praise. He notes then that you must not get a lot of 'good jobs' from your superiors.

"It's the least we could do, honestly." and you shrug slightly. "My boss won't like that I'm saying this, but we're really backed against a wall here." you lower your tone a bit. "If your team wasn't available, we'd be in a bind." you admit, and Aaron is familiar with the sentiment. His team did a lot of good work. "But, if I'm honest, I am kind of surprised to see you in the midst of the fray." you pivot, showing off all your pretty teeth as Aaron's lips quirk involuntarily.

You'd always been a vibrant person, the kind that could pull the sun out from behind storm clouds. That was something no amount of time could help him forget, and as you let your smile reach your eyes, the crinkle reminds him of a time before all the death, violence, and trauma he'd become accustomed to with the life he'd chosen for himself. "I'm hoping it's a bit of a happy surprise?" he says, because despite the circumstances, this was still you of all people.

"More than a bit." you reply instantly. "Honestly, the circumstances are God-awful, but it is nice to know that the 'little Aar Hotchner' that used to sit in our kitchen for breakfast, is the unit chief of an entire FBI unit." you say, and Aaron knows whether they want to be obvious or not, the team are eavesdropping, minds split between starting at their work, and hoping for a bit of insight into who their boss had once been. He'd deal with the fallout of that later.

"Little?" he says unconvinced, as you breathed out a small laugh.

"Okay, maybe not so little at all." you correct yourself teasingly. "I just- I can't believe that I'm actually seeing you again." and your head tips to the side like you're actually just coming to the realization.

"Yeah, you were a ghost for a bit there after your graduation." and it hits you like a ton of bricks. The last time you'd seen Aaron Hotchner it had been when he'd shown up to your high school graduation. Eighteen year old you, who'd been more than eager to leave Virginia behind and start your real life. That was almost ten full years ago.

"Yeah." you agree with a small nod. "Wow." and you exhale through your nose. "Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner, I wish I could say I was surprised, but honestly you've always been the bossy type!" you tease before you can really stop yourself, and it catches you both off guard when Aaron actually laughs.

"I guess I could say the same thing about you. You know, I almost didn't recognize you coming in. Being in charge though... it suits you." and this causes you to brim with nervousness, a nervousness you hadn't felt since you were a kid. You knew you were good at your job, you'd fought hard to get it, and you would do anything to maintain it, but it didn't come with a lot of friends, or congratulations, or even just a small bit of encouragement. It was a thankless role.

Somehow Aaron saying something so minute was enough to set all your doubts and second guesses about yourself at ease. Something that he seemed to have never grown out of practice with.

"Thanks, Aar." you say quietly, and you look like you want to say more, but then your phone is buzzing in your pocket, and you're pulled back into a different headspace. The kind that had no time for laughter, for catching up, or anything outside of business. You check your phone, head pivoting to look at that big clock on the wall, and you sigh.

"Everything okay?"

"My boss is running late, won't be back until tomorrow. Which means this is now officially my case." you express, and Aaron understands your plight. The sudden pressure, the way you must have been nervous.

"That's what we're here for." he reminds you politely, treading lightly. "So you won't have to do this one by yourself." Aaron continues, as you blink away your awe. "And like I said, leadership suits you, you'll probably have the whole office in shape in no time." he offers you more encouragement, and you wonder how it could be possible to leave someone behind, and come back to them holding the same amount of space in your heart.

"Thank you." you let out a tired exhale. "I should go. I was expecting him to handle a few things, but now that it's on me... I have a lot more work to do." and you open and close your hand, flexing your fingers as you shuffle awkwardly. "I'm sorry-" you begin, and Aaron is waving you off, face pinching up in a way that was not quite like him.

"Don't. It'll give us time to think." and he's speaking for the team, who he knows don't need much to find a breakthrough.

"Right. It was-" and you look like you're not sure if you want to continue. "It was really good to see you again, Hotchner." and you stumble a bit as you take a small step towards him. "Just-" and you blink a few times. "Let me know if you need anything." you express, "Anything at all." and the emphasis isn't too lost on him as you beam up at him like you were remembering every last thing you ever recalled about him.

It takes you a second to note that the rest of the team is zoned in on the both of you, and you're immediately making your smile drop, taking a step back. "Uh-" you extend a hand, motioning to the entire group. "All of you." you offer, "If any of you need anything, my office is just up there!" and you point across hq to a large office surrounded with glass doors looking out into the bullpen. "Thank you again for your help." and you're looking at Hotch again, an almost sorrowful look on your face as you offer a smile before you take your leave.

Aaron finds it impossible to pull his eyes away from you, because you were so completely different from who he remembered. But some parts were still the same. He blinks away these thoughts, mostly because the loudest thought in his mind is of Haley and the baby they were expecting. But what were the odds that you of all people would be here. He catches the intense stare of Gideon, and both his eyebrows jump. Jason had a way of reading people like no one else.

He doesn't want to know what he found as he examined Hotch. So instead, Aaron beelines towards Morgan and Reid, hoping to hover long enough to get his head back in the game. If they notice the way his eyes would scan the office every so often, if only to catch a glimpse of you, they say nothing.

So he doesn't say anything either.

[brickeater712]

corrections

cw: langley x reader, lowkey dubcon (just a little), spanking, crying, gunplay, a little bit of dacryphilia, edg/ing, over/stim, power play, degrading, squi/rting, reader is not chief

A/N: couldnt stop thinking about that one langley supervision event

a click of a tongue, and a hand on your shoulder. but as quickly as it was put there, it disappears. 

langley circles you slowly, staring daggers into you. 

“you know, this isn’t what i expected from you.” langley walks to the desk, and slams her hand down on the reports. the sudden loud sound makes you jolt in place, hands clenched behind your back. “i didn’t hire you so that you could give me this crap.” she snarls, picking up the papers. “this isn’t the intel that i asked for.”

“m-miss langley, i t-tried my b-”

“and yet, you still didn’t get what i want.” langley sighs, rubbing at her temple. “hm, no matter, i suppose. there is still time to get what i want.” 

you almost let out a sigh, but she doesn’t stop. 

“but this time, i think you need to be reminded on how to do your job.” langley muses, walking over to the couch, and sitting down. 

“w-what?” you stammer out, afraid of what will happen next. 

“don’t be so scared.” she scoffs, “it’s either this or you leave my office right now and never return.” 

you don’t have much of a choice, and you know it.

“fine.” you mumble, and finally start inching towards her. 

“good.” her voice is stern, and it sends something more than just fear through your body. “over my lap. come on, now.”

a noise of confusion leaves your mouth. 

“did i stutter?” no response. “good. oh, and pants off.”

ah, you see where this is going now.

you quickly shed your pants, not wanting her to wait any longer, afraid of another scolding. your now bare legs are cold against the cool air of her office. 

you get on the couch awkwardly, trying not to look into her burning eyes. you lie over her lap, trying not to get too comfortable.

“now, this will just be a reminder that you must do your job properly. ” she leans over and sneers. “especially if you’re working for me.” 

without any warning, langley lifts a gloved hand and spanks you square on your ass. it doesn’t sting that bad- not yet, at least- and elicits a surprised yelp from you. your head whips around but she immediately shuts you down, other hand coming up to hold your head in place. 

“no moving.” she taunts, and then another smack. 

this one is slightly harder, but your panties still save you from most of its force. it still makes you squeal nonetheless. you squirm gently in her lap, feeling heat pool up in your core. your mouth almost opens to ask for more, but you refrain. 

“mm. let’s do away with these pesky panties.” langley surprises you once more by ripping them off, and flinging them onto the floor. 

“w- wait, i-”

smack!

this one hits much harder- you can feel the cool leather of her glove against your ass now. you jolt in her lap, almost pushing your ass towards her palm. she doesn’t miss anything, of course. 

“this is supposed to be a punishment, you know.” smack! “ it stings a little more, flesh beginning to turn red. 

“i, i’m sorry-” smack!

“you’re not crying yet. i don’t think you’re that sorry.” you can’t see it, but there’s a wicked smirk on langley’s face- obviously taking pleasure in her actions. she spanks you another three times in quick succession, each hit making you jolt forward on her lap, tears now welling in your eyes. 

smack!

this one is hard- you whine out, and your toes curl. you can feel your cunt getting wet, though you desperately wish that she wouldn’t notice. a tear slides down your cheek, feeling your ass burn as she rubs her cool hand over you. 

“m-more, please…” you whimper quietly, but she still hears it. 

she clicks her tongue. “needy.” she mocks, raises her hand, and delivers the hardest hit yet. both the slap and the scream that leaves your mouth echo through the office. you’re finally fully crying now, choked sobs escaping your lips as she squeezes your ass hard. the pain stings, but it makes you drip over her lap. 

without missing a beat, she pushes your legs openly slightly and swipes a couple of fingers through your cunt. 

“already so wet.” she says. “that’s pathetic, you know? it’s supposed to hurt- unless you’re just a little painslut.” she snickers, and reaches for something from her hip. you barely get to turn around and look before you feel it- cool metal, pressed against your warm pussy. 

you immediately try to squirm away, but she holds you down in place. “relax, the chamber’s empty. it’s just a reminder not to mess up again, hm?” she rubs the barrel over your clit slowly, making your hips jerk in her hold. 

“ mmfph- b-but- ” 

“don’t lie to me. i can see how wet you are.” she teases your entrance with the tip of the gun. “cry for me more.” she says, and pushes the gun into you ever so slowly. 

she’s kind enough to let you take it inch by inch, aided by the slick that keeps pouring from your cunt. you moan out with every movement, clenching around the thick barrel that slowly worms its way into you. it’s cold against your warm walls, and she strokes your back tauntingly. 

“good slut… take it all in…” she whispers, and manages to push the gun halfway in before stopping. your legs are trembling, drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth- onto her couch. the barrel is snug in your wet cunt that’s aching for an orgasm. 

“maybe this’ll teach you.” langley chastises as she begins to thrust her gun slowly. whines and whimpers spill from your mouth, trying not to cum immediately around the thick barrel. the thrill of having such a deadly weapon up your cunt arouses you to no end- and langley knows it too. 

she twists her weapon inside you, allowing you to feel the ridges of her gun against your walls. each motion of her wrist making you thrust your hips backward to meet the cold steel of her gun. 

“i’m- gonna cum.” you cry out, not wanting to cum without her permission. thankfully, you won’t be- she’s already decided that.

“i can tell. you’re enjoying this too much.” she muses. your orgasm is close- so close, but she needs to remind you that you’re not here to enjoy yourself too much. just as you’re about to soil her gun with your release, she swiftly pulls it out of you- leaving your cunt squeezing nothing but the cold air, high dying down slowly as you desperately try to chase the feeling of the weapon inside you.

“n-no, please, please ! wanted to cum, so bad.” you cry out, squeezing your thighs together, but it’s not of much use.

she laughs, tapping the wet tip of the gun on your twitching cunt. “not yet. you’re not here to have fun.” she chuckles again, putting her gun aside. “that’s enough of that. i’ll have to clean it later.” she feigns annoyance. 

“ah… hic! i’ll clean it for you later, if you want- hic! but please, need to cum…” you trail off, hiccups interrupting your sentence as your legs spread open shakily. 

“i’ll think about it.” langley says nonchalantly, gloved fingers now prodding at your sensitive pussy. she gathers slick from your cunt and rubs it between her fingers, lubing them up. without missing a beat, she pushes them into you, making you whine at the feeling of being full again. 

she curls her fingers against that spongy spot inside you skillfully, watching you squirm as little “uh, uh”s fall from your parted lips. she knows exactly where to strike- trying to elicit the most delicious reactions from you. 

you can feel your orgasm surging up once more, hoping that this time she’ll allow you to cum all over her glove. “ please, ” you beg, wiggling your hips, trying to get her to push her fingers all the way into your cunt. she laughs at you, striking your ass a couple of times to feel you clench around her.

“you look adorable when you’re crying for me.” she sighs out, making your cheeks redder than they already are. “cry more, will you?” 

just as she says that, she pulls her fingers out of you, ripping away your orgasm once more. your body attempts to curl itself up in her lap, cunt twitching at its loss once again. you pant heavily, trying to hump greedily against her thigh, clit twitching against the fabric of her skirt. you cry noisily while your pussy dampens her clothes. 

“so dirty… so noisy.” she chides, grabbing your body and manhandles you around, making you squeak as she props you upright. she positions her fingers upright on her lap. “ride them. don’t you want to cum?” she coos mockingly. 

head fogged, you oblige, and lift your hips and lower yourself on her fingers. though still, they hit much deeper, gravity aiding your movements as she hums in approval. 

“cum like this.” she orders, spurring you on to bounce on her fingers harder. you approach your peak quickly, just by watching the smirk on her face. 

“m-may i?” you stutter out, voice wracked by pants and whines. 

“go ahead.”

with her permission, you slam yourself all the way down on her fingers, finally cumming all over her hand and lap. 

“ f-fuckk-kkkk… ” you whimper, rolling your hips. as your eyes roll back into your head, you think that you’re done and satisfied- but langley just so happens to disagree. before you can move to get off of her fingers, she decides to thrust them upward- the sudden movement making you fall forward onto her. 

“ah, ah- it’s too much, too much!” you cry out, feeling her fingers move once more inside your already sensitive pussy. she pays no mind to your cries, instead, leans forward to bite into your sweat-covered neck. 

langley sucks- hard- a reminder for the near future- one that you’d see in the mirror every morning. it makes you groan as she continues pistoning her fingers in and out of you. the oversensitivity brings you so close, but you’re too dazed out to ask for permission to cum this time. no matter, she won’t interrupt your pretty crying and the tears that stain her shirt.

her thumb furiously rubs circles on your clit, making you cry even more. 

“ cum. ” the order is short and sweet, and you cum again- squirting over her lap. her fingers curl gently now, helping you ride out your high. your jaw is slack as your toes curl, and your arms lock up around her neck. your orgasm lasts for a few minutes, and she keeps her fingers inside you throughout.

langley’s thigh is soaked by the time you’re finished. she moves you off her lap gently, laying you down on the couch while standing up, watching as your squirt drips down her leg. she leans over to pat your cheek a few times. 

“there’s a shower attached to this room. join me when you’re ready.”

you nod slowly, trying to regain strength in your limbs. 

“perhaps i should make you grind on my boot the next time you mess up.”

[neysaadept]

Prometheus Chapter 6

Emily Prentiss x Female CIA Reader

Chapter 6 - Restart

Tags: Limited use of y/n but established last name. Swearing, mentions of the pandemic and human and sex trafficking. Canon typical violence. Sexual innuendos. Drinking. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 3.9k

AO3

Chapter 5

You walk into Quantico with a new sense of purpose after having drinks with Prentiss last night. The barrier that the section chief had built up with assumptions and unknowns had been removed and replaced with cautious optimism. That you can work with – a mutual understanding that you’re both on the same side, you meant no harm and were not a threat to the BAU. As it was a workday, you only shared another drink together but the two of you nursed them slowly.

As you still couldn’t say much about your past, you did elaborate on the high-speed pursuit that Tara hinted at.

“Yeah, so it all worked out. Dumb ass fell right into the spike strips. Took care of that quick once I got ‘em there,” you explain before taking another swallow of beer.

“They never learn.” Prentiss smiles and takes a sip as well. “But keeping pace with them was something else. No wonder they panicked.”

You smile. “Yep! Intel was good that they weren’t carrying much. They fired off a few rounds here and there to scare us off. Try and get me to fall back. They just never got the memo that the CIA Surveillance and Pursuit class was renamed cuz of me.” You raise your beer and wink at Prentiss. “Now affectionately known as the Maniac Chase Class.”

“Oh my god! That was you?” She laughs, shaking her head in amazement.

“Yeah. I gotta wee bit carried away on my third try.” You shrug coyly. “Really wanted to beat that record.”

“You demolished it.” She smirks. “And the car.”

“Which slid across the line for a new record,” you explain with pride and then pause for dramatic effect, holding your arms out, beer still in hand, “And … I walked away without a single injury.”

“See, that part I thought was all hype,” Emily admits and looks inquisitive.

“No, sadly. It helped I was young and dumb when I did it.” You say with introspective embarrassment. “I was so fucking stupid.”

She snorts with agreement while doing mental math. “Wait, how old were you when he recruited you?”

“Young,” you vaguely admit.

“But you joined before me,” she says, knowing you were aware of her records and nod that she was correct. “I joined late ’97 and everyone just naturally talked about the course like that.” You heard the implication. She meant that the nickname wasn’t a new idea and was trying to figure out how much longer you have been in the CIA before she joined.

You clear your throat in caution. “Leave it alone, Prentiss. I … I honestly can’t say anything more.” You grimace, knowing you already said too much.

Emily didn’t press for further information, but you knew she gleaned enough to make educated assumptions. You felt like a fool, letting your guard down like that, but the conversation flowed easily between the two of you. It felt … nice, being able to connect with someone new. That hadn’t happened since Rebecca.

You’ll need to keep your guard up since Prentiss reaffirmed that you would be a proper member of the BAU starting today. They would want to get to know you, and you them. You just have to remember to tone it down and not get carried away with enthusiasm. Keep Brian’s wisdom close to your heart that this is new to you and ground yourself. Don’t get swept away with emotions, like last night.

It was a late start at Quantico for you since you had to start at Langley. The stipend funds had been approved and your signature was needed on a lot of paperwork. Finance assured you that the money would be deposited into the BAU budget by the end of day. Prentiss would be able give Bailey the proverbial finger on Monday when she distributed the funds, pushing the unit into the green, leaving the penny pincher helpless with his mission to disband the BAU that way.

Prentiss had texted you that the team would be ready for you in the conference room discussing their current caseloads and leads and would wait for you, providing you that proper do over with them. You appreciated that and said as such in reply.

As you head off the elevator to the sixth floor, you felt a renewed sense of purpose and belonging. You even put a little more effort into your outfit, choosing a charcoal grey pants suit with a black sleeveless semi-spread polo collar, and comfy black work shoes with decent tread. You had your backpack on, holding the straps over your chest as you survey the area.

True to her word, the team was already in the conference room. Garcia happens to see you first and smiles big, giving you a quick, animated wave that caught Prentiss’ attention. She was standing and angles her body to the left to see who was there and visibly relaxes noticing it was you. The team follows her gaze as Prentiss gestures for you to join them.

JJ looks from Prentiss to Rossi, who was suspiciously smirking up at Emily. “And why are you smiley this morning?”

“Hm?” he looks over at her as Prentiss’ attention turns towards the exchange. “Oh, just delighted Whitlock can join us. Orientation’s a pain in the ass.”

He was equally relieved and surprised that Emily spoke to you as quickly as she did. Because of that, he wouldn’t press the orientation fib being told to the team.

“Man, I wish I had the short version like she did when I joined,” Luke grumbles playfully.

“Yeah, but you needed a lot of work honey, and honestly … still do, unlike our CIA cutie,” Garcia chides as you walk in.

“That my new rank?” you say with twinkling eyes and a brow raising to the group. “CIA cutie?”

The members collectively chuckle and laugh at the joke and as you look at Prentiss, she was fighting to keep her lips from curling upwards.

“No. Still a consultant.” Prentiss admits. She gestures to an empty seat between Tara and Garcia. “Please have a seat and we’ll get started.”

You nod and slip past Prentiss, sliding the backpack off your shoulders. You place it on the ground behind your chair and sit down. As you look at the BAU members starting back at you, you feel daunted. But you got this and look eagerly at Prentiss to kick this off.

“I know things have been hectic this week with all the changes and assignments and getting Whitlock up to speed on FBI protocols. She still has a few more items to go over, but I’m pulling her in since we can use all the help we can get,” Prentiss explains. “Garcia, mind getting Whitlock up to speed where we’re at?

Garcia immediately speaks up, almost bouncing on the seat at the chance. “You got it, Ma’am.”

Emily winces and presses her hand down towards Garcia. “What have I said about that?”

She smiles. “Not to call you Ma’am.”

“Please remember that.”

“You got it, Boss Ma’am.” Garcia says cheekily.

Emily sits down in a huff, and you have to cover your mouth to hide the smile on your face. The team did not hide their amusement at the banter.

“Anyway,” Garcia says and laces her fingers together before turning her hands inside out to crack them, “time for catch up!”

Her fingers dance across the keyboard and immediately your eyes go to screen depicting a U.S. map with sixteen dots. Each dot had a line that led to a description of the kill kit number, contents and the city and state of its location. Two of the dots are red, the others blue.

“We have recovered fourteen of the sixteen kill kits, no thanks to our firebug in holding right now. The two missing are from Indio, CA and Rockville, MD and your technological goddess is monitoring anything in the surrounding areas that sounds Sicariusy like.”

“How wide’s the radius?” you ask.

“Fifty,” she answers while you nod. “So far nothing’s pinged that shouts out, ‘I’m a Sicarius henchmen’. However, Mr. Dishonorably Discharged had a test kit that was really oooooold based on soil samples.”

“Five years isn’t that old,” JJ says.

“But the kits being activated by Sicarius, it is,” explains Rossi. “All the lockers we’ve found have new tech, supplies, chemicals …”

“Lab did confirm the soil samples from our kits are newer. So why give Green something older?” Prentiss asks the team.

“Maybe this one fit Green’s M.O. better?” Luke offers.

“Maybe, but I don’t think so,” says Rossi.

“What are you thinking, Dave?” urges Prentiss.

“That Green was set up?” you offer, looking between Prentiss and Rossi.

He half smiles, impressed, and points to you casually. “Kid’s good. That’s exactly what I’m thinking. Maybe he was testing Green to see what he’d do. Confirm if he was truly loyal or not.”

“And either way, Sicarius would get what he wanted. A big explosion or expose Green for who he really is,” JJ says emphatically. “

“All right.” Prentiss takes a moment to digest this and addresses everyone. “Give me some options.”

Luke leans back and gestures to Garcia. “Green was the last to see his sister. So, we’re thinking a cognitive interview might help him remember any details of that night. Anything that could help him ID the guy that took her.”

“Good luck trying to get him to agree to it,” states Tara. “He has big problems with authority figures. He won’t cooperate unless he has good reason.”

“How’s not finding his sister’s killer a good reason?” you ask.

“Oh, he’s really pissed off.” Prentiss says as you raise a brow. “We took away his chance at catching Sicarius and enacting his revenge.”

“And he really doesn’t like that I’m a Fed again.” Garcia pouts with that admission. “He sent me all that info thinking I was still distanced from all of this.” She gestures wildly at the room.

Prentiss looks sympathetic. “But we have to try. Luke, I need you to talk to Green and get him to agree to the cognitive interview. JJ, keep watch on the exchange.” They both nod and she addresses Garcia. “Keep working on any leads that might help us find those missing kill kits. Whitlock, you’ll assist.”

You visibly perk up at the sound of your name and look thankful for a hands-on opportunity. Inwardly, you were doing backflips. Prentiss could feel you buzzing with internal excitement and chuckles. “Not like you can catch up on any paperwork you don’t have yet.”

Rossi and Tara groan while Luke and JJ share a smirk.

“Oh, don’t even,” admonishes Prentiss. “You both get to play catch up in between interviewing Green until a case comes in.”

Luke is silent, lowering his head in defeat as JJ frowns while pouting. “Aww.”

Now that the team had their assignments, Garcia was utterly giddy and squeals towards you. “Come Robin! To the Batcave!”

Garcia catches you up on everything over the next few hours. From the hidden message apps on the unsubs phones, to the discussion forums, and how Sicarius used this to gain followers so he could teach them the ways of being sadistic killers. She had identified the usernames of the unsubs and was able to find that they all chatted with Sicarius - User45125. They also learned about the different murder methods that matched up with the bodies found in the shipping container. Out of the lockers that are missing, the BAU believes that kits would contain methods to kill by acid and strangulation to match the last of the victims.

“I can’t trace any direct messaging, so that’s why all of this is based on the forum info me and JJ combed through,” Garcia says, ending her lengthy summation.

“What a sick fuck.” You shake your head in disgust. “Play with the first round of victims and pass all that fun on to his new friends who do it all over again.”

You were sitting to the left of Garcia, lightly turning the chair back and forth with a foot on the floor. To your delight, it didn’t bother her. It was a habit you developed over time to help you think. You look over the conversations that Sicarius had with the unsubs and Green. He definitely narrowed down the chosen ones based on their psychopathic thrills.

“How many are on this message board again?” you ask, gesturing at the screens.

“Over half a million. Which just…bleh!” Garcia pauses, shivering for dramatic effect, “Makes me feel all squicky that there are that many of them chatting in one spot. But I narrowed down the really, really, bad naughties to seventeen k.”

“Damn. Fucker’s been busy.” You go silent as you calculate options with the information the BAU had.

Garcia glances at you, seeing your eyes darting back and forth in concentration. “What’cha thinking there?”

“I’m not sure. It’s just … “ you pause, words softening, “a half formed thought. A possibility.” You turn towards Garcia. “Can you narrow the users further by who hasn’t been active in a few months? At least since Green last contacted Sicarius? Bonus if longer.”

She blinks rapidly at you and looks put out. “Can I?!” She then closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “Since you’re new, I will let that slight pass, but there is nothing I can’t do, missy.”

Except get your file, but you don’t need to know that!

“Apologies, M’Lady!” You smile, making sure to file that away to not offend the bubbly woman in the future. “If you would be so kind and continue working your magic?”

“And the lady shall be kind!” Garcia says with vigor and starts narrowing down the possibilities further.

The two of you work diligently over the next few hours. You guide Garcia with different traits to knock down the users into something manageable with the information that can be extracted from text. Emoji use, shorten expressions, length of posts, seeking knowledge and showboating instead of trying to engage in an emotional connection, aggressive language use, and interests.

“Here you go.” Garcia calls up a list of usernames that fit your specifications. “One-hundred and thirty-four.”

“Have any of those spoke to our guy at length? Something substantial?”

“Hm, yes!” She pulls those up.

That got you down to thirty-eight. “And how many of those appear to have contacted him through direct messaging?” You couldn’t know for sure but based on the flow of conversation and quality, there were hints.

She types quickly. “Ah, fourteen.” She shows you the names.

“List them by last known contact with him – earliest to latest.”

“Done.”

“Now pull up last few messages from each.”

“Also done.”

You read through them, ignoring the majority as you skim but there were a few that stood out.

Dark_Muse: Fucking cunt is finally gonna pay!!! Girls night is gonna end on a high!!!

_piouspisces: Woke up from a dream today. Hope it comes true. Just have to set up the right ingredients. Need advice on lacing paper. I have some ideas but need confirmation.

FlamePit23: The world only makes sense at sunrise and sunset. It’s when it looks like the world is set on fire. Beautiful.

You point to that last username. “Show me this one’s profile.”

Garcia clicks on it and reads. “’Nothing burns as bright as the rage inside you. Cultivate and embrace it. Keep it under your control’. Oh, they go on to say to never make any friends. That’s cheerful and lonely.”

“But they admitted to ‘nurturing others so I can take them off guard. Like my mother did to me when I was younger’ makes me think this one’s female,” you say while tapping the screen. “What’s the date and timestamp on the last message?”

“That would be … August 12, 2022 0550.”

You would bet that it was close to sunrise on that day when the user posted.

You pull your hand back to cup your chin in thought as Garcia looks oddly at you. “You know, I’ve been doing this a really, really long time, and I can usually predict where people are going with their data mining. But you? I have zilch of an idea because this makes no sense to me.”

You heard she was talking, but you weren’t listening. You were too focused on formulating a plan.

She puckers her lips in annoyance at being ignored and snaps her fingers twice in front of your face. “Hello?”

“Oh!” you say, jerking back into awareness. “I’m trying to come up with a crazy plan.”

“Please tell me this won’t result in you going AWOL again …” Prentiss had entered and neither of them had heard the door open.

You and Garcia share a look wondering if she even knocked as Prentiss walks in further expectantly. “Well?”

You sit back and reassure her. “Ah, no. Course not.”

“Wait. So, you really went AWOL?” Garcia asks curiously. “Did you serve before the CIA?”

“I didn’t serve.” You bit your lower lip and nod, coming to terms with what you can say. “I did some training with military personnel. All informal.”

You and the other four recruits had gone through training with the Green Berets, Navy Seals, and Delta Force. Something you couldn’t disclose as it technically never happened, hence, the informal part of your cover. You also are glad Garcia was distracted by that and didn’t ask you to elaborate on the AWOL matter.

Garcia whistles. “Wowzer.”

That made you smile. “A very simple, yet precise, way to put it.”

“A talent of hers for sure. But let’s get back to this crazy plan of yours,” insists Prentiss as she leans against the desk on the other side of Garcia.

“Again, it’s just the start of one but it could be a way to infiltrate Sicarius’ chosen ones without the need for vengeance to fuck things up.”

“You really say that word a lot,” notices Garcia.

“What?”

Garcia struggles by opening and closing her mouth like a fish to try and get the word out, but Prentiss beats her to it. “Fuck.”

“Huh?” You look at the section chief with confusion. “No thank you?”

“That’s… that’s not what I meant!” She answers, speaking quickly as you fluster her with the insinuation, and you couldn’t hold in your laughter any longer.

“What’s so funny?” she snaps.

“You!” you answer between cackles. “I knew what you meant.”

Garcia at least has the decency to look away while trying to fight off her own snickers as Prentiss takes a hand to her head to rub at her temples. “I swear to god, Whitlock …”

“Anyway …” you grin. “The idea is to chat him up with a username that is not entirely inactive but hasn’t been used in a bit. Think we found a prospect.”

Prentiss’ irritation with you changes to interest. “That so?”

Garcia nods. “Now that I know what the plan is, yes. I can do a deeper dive into this user and see what I can dig up.”

“Less is more, in this case,” you explain thoughtfully. “If we infiltrate this way, we gotta have enough info to be this user without him really knowing who this is. So, if you can find who they are, then we’re back to finding another. Because that means he would know their identity, too.”

Prentiss nods. “Do it. Green isn’t cooperating at all like Tara figured. He wouldn’t agree to the cognitive interview. Might as well see how this pans out while JJ tries to change Green’s mind.”

“On it, Boss Ma’am!” Garcia jests as she gets to work.

Prentiss looks up at the ceiling as if searching for patience, but as brown eyes come down, they focus on you. “Come with me and bring your stuff.”

“Sure thing.” You rise, grabbing your backpack but before you follow Prentiss, you squeeze Garcia’s shoulder. “This was nice. Working with you, that is.”

She tears her eyes away from the screen to look up at your soulful eyes. You really appreciated how Garcia jumped into working with you with fervor and not giving you the cold shoulder from earlier this week. “Aww, sweetie! Yes, we’ll keep working at it to make this idea blossom into a full blown plan!”

You smile so hard your cheeks hurt and stay that way until Garcia gets back to work. You then meet up with Prentiss to walk out together.

“Good first day.” It was an observation by the section chief.

“Yeah, it really was.” You were smiling again. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Her tone carries a mystique to it, and you become captivated while walking to the bullpen together. “But I owe you a proper thank you. Langley sent me the confirmation of funds.”

“I’ll behave.” Prentiss’ eyes widen when you say that. “I won’t start making it rain money at you in celebration.”

She chuckles. “So, you can control it?”

“Occasionally.”

“Good. Then I’ve no regrets in getting you something.”

That made you perk up. “You got me something?”

“Bit overdue, but …” Prentiss stops without warning at the first desk to the right when you enter the bullpen. “… it’s yours.”

You are befuddled as you shift your gaze from Prentiss to the desk and audibly gasp. Resting on top of it was your name on display as a consultant. “Wow.”

Pleased with your reaction, she nudges you with her elbow. “This is when you’re supposed to thank me.”

“Ah, right!” you laugh, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck before looking to her with a radiant smile. “Thank you, Prentiss.”

Your response without jest disarms her like it did last night over drinks. Your gazes lock for several beats and you just stand there with sincere gratitude that she welcomed you as a member of the team.

She recovers quickly with a stiff nod and motions to your desk. “You’re welcome. When you’re done getting settled, get back to working on that angle with Garcia.”

“You got it.” You immediately round the desk, already slipping off your backpack to place on top of it as Prentiss heads to her office.

That felt really nice to say in your head. Your desk. When was the last time you had a desk with a name plate? Everything you did was covert up until now so flashing your name and credentials was the equivalent to placing a target on your back with a bright flashing sign that says, ‘Shoot me!’. The right people knew your name when on mission, but most of your identity was done under aliases and callsigns.

You take a quick inventory of what’s on the desk – laptop connected to dual monitors, keyboard and mouse, stacked plastic organizers, phone, stapler, black plastic pen holder that was empty.

Guess I’ll have to find supplies…

You pick up the stapler and click it, watching a used staple hit the desk. At least that was ready to go for all the paperwork you’ll be doing now. The team will be excited to hear that! You then pull out the chair to get acquainted with the drawers only to be shocked for the second time today.

Waiting for you on the chair was a six pack of Diet Coke bottles with a blue sticky note attached. You peel it off to read and immediately smile.

Welcome to the BAU, Whitlock.

EP

Chapter 7

@unkonw00 @ara-a-bird @rayisaknight @sevyscoven

[purpleberiii]

Just found out my sister about to put my family into debt by making her wedding. I'm so stressed and need a distraction.

Anyway, choking with Zoya. Soft sex with Hamel. Fucking on a bike with Bai Yi. Putting a leash on Rahu. Having Shalom ride you. Oral (giving and receiving) with Cabrnet (idk if I spelled her name right). Office sex with Langley. Pain play with chief (she might be into it with how much she puts herself into trouble). Cockwarming with Cinnabar. Teasing and edging with miss Quinn (for the love of my I couldn't spell her name). Testing Eureka's inventions on her. Machoisam with Machiato (? Idk if I spelled her name 2#). Praise kink and overestimulation with Eleven (+Voice kink, she'd be into anything as long as it involved your voice). Andibejn give me idea for Stargazer.

Ahem, ahem I luv you more (*^ω^), now gimme a hug ＼(^^)／

Aww I'm so sorry to hear that (＞x＜)

So here's your distraction 🤤

Zoya is absolutely into choking. She loves when you fuck her and wrap your hands tightly around her throat. She'll even tell you things that makes you all riled up and later you'll take it all out by cooking and fucking her till she sees the stars.

Soft sex is the best sex for Hamel. Since she's such an easy spoken person, and everything about her screams elegance and quiet, she'd be into the softer side of you. Fucking her slowly but deep and tell her sweet things and praises, she'll be absolutely putty in your hands in no time.

Bend Bai Yi over her bike and fuck her into submission. She'll scream and cream all she wants but will absolutely do anything to make you go faster. After all, she loves things that are fast ;)

Rahu with a leash makes you go feral. Tug on her leash with her hands tied behind your back as she gives you the best head of your life. With that leash, she feels completely owned by you.

Shalom is a power bottom. She loves giving you orders and telling you how she wants you to fuck her. Her honey voice will make you absolutely Melt. Her favourite position is cowgirl. It makes her feel more powerful and dominant even though at the end, she's the one with a squirting pussy and shaking legs.

Cabernet loves a feast. Her favourite one however is you. Be it whether she's giving you heads or you're giving her, she just loves it. She loves giving you head more than anything, saying that you taste delicious than anything she's ever eaten.

Langley is a busy woman, packed with stress. So whenever she barges in your office, don't expect anything else from her other than sex. Immediately your schedule will be cleared for the next five hours and the only thing that could be heard from your office is skin clapping, moans and screams.

Chief is a masochist. She loves pain and anything related to pain (only during sex ofc). Drip candle wax on her body, fuck her while spanking her, pull her hair when she's giving you heads. Do anything to make her feel pain and you'll have her cumming in less time than you intended.

Cinnabar is a pure baby but that pure baby loves cock. Her favourite thing to do is to cockwarm you during office time. It'll feel good when you have her sitting on your cock, squeezing your dick every second. At some point, she'll even ride you and then it'll turn into a full blown fuck session.

Quinn is absolutely into edging and teasing. Although she'll get frustrated, she loves the feeling of being denied that pleasure but when she does come, expect her to come hard and fast.

Since Eureka loves inventing new stuff, it wouldn't hurt to try these inventions on her, especially that vibrating dildo she created or that self moving dildo, one that she will just put in her cunt and it wil automatically thrust into her. Oh the pleased expression on your face.

Just like chief, Macchiato is a masochist. Anything related to pain will cause Macchiato pleasure. Like they say, pain is pleasure, and that's macchiato's motto. Treat her like a toy, toss her around like she's nothing but a ball, make her bounce on your cock while you stick a vibrator in her ass. All these things will get her cumming quick and hard.

Eleven loves the sound of your voice and she loves when you tease her until she can't take it anymore. Fuck her and give her praises will make her see stars. Dirty talk to her while you fuck her. Finger her while she hosts her channel and when she's on the verge of coming,pull it out. When she does get what she wants, tell her how a good girl she's been and how good she was for you. Eleven will make an absolute mess on the bed.

Stargazer is into bondage and fucking in risky places. The thought of someone possibly catching her while you're buried deep inside of her will have her cumming fast. Tie her up and put a ball gag in her mouth and stick a vibrator up her pussy while you absolutely drill into her ass. Oh boy, stargazer will indeed see the stars.

Also, I love you more my adorable yet horny berii (❁´◡`❁)(⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)૮₍꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂ ₎

[kafnixc]

hello i just read your hamel fic and my god you write so good. can I request for sub!langley x gp chief!reader?

Sub Langley mentioned!! I'll be happy to serve right away🤭 Who wouldn't want to see this woman on her knees just for you?

Pairing: sub!Langley x GP Chief!reader

Warnings: Crying during sex, Fingering, Overstimulation, Creampie, Squirting, Semi public(maybe?), Almost getting caught, Gagging, Brat taming, Slapping

Author's note: I love women that wear black latex gloves😈

You were in your office, signing paperwork as usual.. I mean, you are the chief of mbcc after all it's expected that you'd have a lot of work pile. But your handwriting was.. quite off, totally not because you have a certain sinner, Langley underneath you giving you a head.

A light creak to your door caught your attention, It was nightingale. You tried to compose yourself and force a small smile to your lips as she spoke "Chief, I came here to report about..." As nightingale continued to speak, you snucked one of your hands under your desk and grabbed a handful of Langley's hair as she sucked on your cock faster, taking the whole length onto her mouth eliciting a small inaudible whine from you

Your brows furrowed and you leaned your head back as you guided her faster, but you quickly snapped out of your world when nightingale spoke; "Chief.. are you feeling alright? You seem quite red and you're sweating." When she tried to step closer, you raised your hand and indicated her to stop "I-Im fine..! It's just.. hot in here that's all" you replied with a shrug, while nightingale stood there silently for a few minutes before replying

"mm.. if you say so, chief. I'll be taking my leave." You gave her a nod, as you watched her turn her back and silently leave your office. You let out a sigh of relief before grunting as you felt yourself twitch inside Langley's mouth "fuck.. ah— Langley.. m'gonna cum.." you whimpered out, as soon as you felt yourself drawing closer you pushed her head down, before spurting your cum inside her mouth down to her throat as you watch her gag on your cock

Langley pulled away before licking her lips and smirking as she jerks on your softening cock, making it hard again "Chief.. is that all you can give me? That's quite disappointing.." She taunted with that grin on her face.. oh how you wished to wipe that smug grin of hers.

Langley parted her lips to speak once more, but was surprised as your hand makes contact with her cheek "..what a needy bitch you are, so desperate for my cock.." you say through gritted teeth before dragging her out from where she is and placing her on your desk and parted her legs and gods.. she was soaked.

"Is this all for me? You got this wet from sucking my cock?" You hissed before landing a slap to her pussy which makes her jolt "Ah- chief.. you're being aggressive today.. did my taunting get to you?" She teased, but her teasing was cut short and was replaced with a scream as you surge your cock forward, forcing its way in her folds. Hands scrambling to find something to grip on but eventually she placed her hands on your back, clawing your clothed back

You hissed at the slight burning sensation on your back caused by her nails, your hips moving at a steady pace while you leaned down to press kisses on her neck "So good for me.." you whispered praises into her ear before suddenly fastening your pace, practically pistoning into her "Ah—! Chief— Oh!—" Langley wraps her legs around your hips, pulling you down "Gods.. chief!— don't stop.. don't..m'close.." Your eyes widened at the sight of her tears, and gosh.. it turned you on even more

Langley felt you slowly pulling out until only the tip of your cock remained inside her "Chief—" She choked out a sob at the sudden empty feeling but then you surged your hips forward, thrusting your whole length back and hitting that spot inside her. Your hands moved to her waist resting them there as you started pistoning into her

You knew her orgasm was approaching by the way she was clamping down on your cock practically making it difficult to move. It made you groan and more determined to make her cum as you also felt yourself drawing closer to your own orgasm, you leaned down to her neck leaving another batch of kisses and hickeys.

After a few thrusts, you bit down on her neck sinking your teeth into her soft flesh as you painted her insides white. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head while she comes around your cock.. you pulled out after catching your breath. You glanced at Langley's face to see her make up ruined, gods.. that made you so proud wiping that smug grin of her face and replace it with ruined make up and tears running down her face.

"Don't pass out on me now, we're not done" You thrusted two fingers into her folds, not giving her enough time to recover from her recent high which elicited a small whine from the Sinner.. "chief— can't.." you heard the Sinner murmur, which made you grin "Can't..? Don't give me that, I know you can baby.. give me one more" you cooed before moving your fingers in a painfully slow pace.

You watch as she squirmed in her position, watching how she whined and eventually starts to fuck herself on her fingers.. you found it amusing and.. pathetic. So like the good person you are, you fastened your pace curling your fingers on that spongy spot inside her causing her to throw her head back and squirted around your fingers, you instinctively secured the back of her head with your palm to avoid her head from hitting the desk

It was cute to watch her legs uncontrollably trembling, slick dripping from her pussy down to your now ruined desk. You pulled your fingers out before placing them in your mouth.. she tasted so heavenly, you took your cock and jerked it off until it was hard again. You pressed the tip on the Sinner's dripping entrance

"Y-You're still going?" Langley panted, clearly amused by your stamina "I can go till morning." You said with pure confidence before thrusting your whole length inside surprising the Sinner once more from the sudden stretch "We're still going whether you like it or not, I have enough stamina to go till morning, after all.." you lifted her legs up pinning them beside her head "This is supposed to be a punishment."

Edit: HELP ME THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED YET, I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT. BYE

[orionremastered]

Ok but just imagine :

Surgeon!Damian Wayne and Surgical intern/resident!reader. Or the reader could be an attending idk? But it’s so enemies to lovers coded! The tension??!???!!!!! Damian is the scary attending and the reader doesn’t dower like the rest? Or the reader is sunshine and the complete opposite of Damian’s personality. It’s a very scrambled idea but I just thought you might like to work with it?

Enemies to lovers? sign me tf up

Also, istg I had no idea what a surgical resident was before this. For those who don't know, they spend about five-ish years in a hospital and are usually under direct supervision of a more senior resident or an attending surgeon, attending for short.

Masterlist

Surgeon!Damian Wayne x Surgical Resident!reader

Part One, Part Two

You’re not stressed, you’re just… very close to breaking down. Or breaking a law. Or breaking someone’s nose “accidentally”. Or breaking… it didn’t matter what you broke, you just needed to break it.

Two years in to your internship at Gotham General hospital and you couldn’t be more of a wreck. In the bathroom stall no less- getting yelled at by the chief resident after not knowing what some extremely rare condition was (he didn’t even know it himself) and getting called one or two slurs by a senior resident wasn’t something you were used to and yet you knew it was normal.

Taking in a deep breath, you exit the stall and wash your hands and face before making your way to the OR, muttering positive phrases in your mind that were not helping at all.

With one more nod to yourself for reassurance, you open the door and are immediately greeted by the one face you didn’t want to see.

Dr. Wayne had a very prominent reputation for being less than friendly, for giving any resident- no matter how experienced- mental breakdowns and most importantly for being one of the best cardiac surgeons in Gotham. You exchange a nervous glance with another second-year resident, but only for as long as you dared.

Somehow, you were walking on eggshells without even taking a step.

The patient required a maze procedure, where the surgeon creates a pattern of scar tissue that allows the heart’s rhythm to return to normal.

You try sneaking a glance or two to the attending surgeon, but he glares back at you in warning before you can deduce his mood. Although that was probably a good tell.

The patient finally drifts off to sleep, you shift your attention right back to the attending as he begins the procedure with an incision on the patient’s chest.

Two hours later and maybe a bit too much yelling, the surgery was complete. The other residents begin leaving, but Dr. Wayne stays. You’re about to leave too when a low voice fills the silent space.

“That was the District Attorney,” Dr. Wayne says, and you pause all thought. You did everything right, didn’t you? You didn’t really do much, honestly, but what you did was correct, right? “And I can’t have a day-one intern screw up and jeopardize his health. He’s had a heart surgery before.”

“Do you want me to-”

“Yes,” he snaps.

“What do I tell the-”

“Chief resident? Tell him it’s not his problem.”

You nod and awkwardly leave the OR as fast as possible, not risking another moment in the same room as the man who is known for biting people’s heads off. Not literally.

You hope.

Not wanting to take any chances with the attending surgeon, you manage to find a space just near the DA’s ward that allows you to do paperwork while also being able to easily see the patient every five or ten minutes.

It went on like this for an hour and a half without problem and a snack in between before you exited the DA’s ward yet again, only this time loud and angry steps echoed through the hallway.

Your head whips around and your heart immediately drops to your feet. Your blood runs cold as the chief resident storms down the hall, eyes deadset on you.

You open the door to his office and politely gesture for him to walk inside. The chief resident, Langley, stops, glares and despite his temper, he agrees. You follow him in and swallow nervously, heart pounding in your ears.

“Before you get mad-”

“I already am mad,” Langley seethes, slamming his meaty hand on the small desk. “You abandoned all of your duties to- to what, to suck up to the District Attorney?”

“No sir-”

“Other patients need care and we’re already short on staff without some fucking idiot thinking that they can do whatever the fuck they want-”

“Dr. Wayne specifically requested me to do post-operation patient care-”

Your voices had risen to the point of shouting. You wouldn’t be surprised if the DA could hear it or even the other staff in the nearby wards and hallways.

“He doesn’t need a FUCKING NANNY.” the chief resident cried, and in one swift movement, he grabs a binder and slams it into the side of your face. “And who gives a fuck what that stuck-up WAYNE SURGEON wants?”

“Who gives a fuck on what I want?” a calmer, lower and yet far more terrifying voice states behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck raise and Langley’s eyes go wide. “Certainly not you. And here’s the thing, Langley,” the surgeon moves you aside in the already crowded space, more gently than you expected as he steps towards the chief resident, broad shoulders blocking your view, “that’s a problem. I could have your future ruined with a simple phone call or complaint and you decide to simply not respect authority?”

“That bitch-”

“Did exactly what I wanted her to,” Dr. Wayne replies in the same condescending tone. “Maybe you could learn a thing or two.”

Silence, apart from Langley’s ragged breathing. The ear that was hit rings loudly and when you softly touch you cheek, you can feel a bruise forming.

“You won’t apologize? That’s fine,” the surgeon says with an innocent shrug. “Consider your career gone.”

You certainly weren’t expecting that, and neither did Langley. He sputters in an attempt to right the course of a train that’s already fallen off the cliff, his eyes no doubt as wide as his steadily shrinking ego.

Was Dr. Wayne serious? You were confident that he could ruin someone’s career in a single phone call- he’s the best cardiac surgeon in the state, maybe even the country, and a Wayne, for crying out loud- but would he really just ruin someone’s career so quickly?

“You can show yourself out, by the way.” The surgeon raises an arm in a mocking gesture, beckoning the chief resident to leave and never return. “Security can, too.”

With no options left, Langley huffs and pushes past Dr. Wayne. You can still hear his angry footsteps, like a stampede of bison, as he storms down the hall.

“Thank you,” you murmur to the surgeon as he slowly turns around, inspecting the blow you took by carefully holding your chin and jaw in his large hands. You couldn’t tell if your heart was beating faster when Langley started ripping into you or right now, in this very moment, when you’re forced to stare in to green eyes so close you can make out every speck of dark gold within them.

“Don’t worry about it.” You swear on God’s good graces that the man smiled, just a twitch of his lips. “And please, call me Damian.”

With that, he lets go of your jaw and exits your makeshift office, leaving you flustered and confused.

He wanted you to call him by his first name?

[yigashimei]

Sorry I posted this too late holidays and family gatherings happened here from where I am and I wasn't able to post this

Anyways Happy Christmas even tho I am a bit late everyone

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Langley sent us to a mission but it went downhill and something unexpected happened Langley x fem!chief reader

Langley

Your boss, also your lover, getting in a fight with her was rare, Langley may be a sinner but she loves you truly

So when she received a document for a mission she chose to give it to you not knowing the consequences after

When she found out she was devastated, not knowing what had happened to you, you went missing, she ordered all of her men to search and bring you back, wherever you are

After sometime she had a hard time, not being able to hold you, not seeing you and not being able to feel you drove her crazy

She needed- no she must find you no matter what it caused you were her world, her life, her light and her air

You were her everything, you hold her heart after realizing this she remembered the last time you both talk, it started as a normal conversation then ending into a misunderstanding that was never fixed

It ended on you both not talking again, it broke her, she will apologize even if it causes her life at all cost she will be able to hold you close again, she will give up everything for you to come back

Warnings⚠️: Angst

A fight with Langley never ends well, it's not because she does want to but it always starts with a misunderstanding and she always ignores talking about it, always saying to herself that 'time will fix it not me' even if she is the 9th Agency boss she can't help but think like that

So when you two fight she only walked out of the room, and started to walk back to her office and confined herself inside till she feels she can go out, it usually takes up to weeks before she decided that she is ready to face the world again tho this time she came out earlier that everyone expected

Coming to find you after not seeing each other for over a week, she saw you at your shared room, walking up to you Langley was holding a piece of document

"Stand up Rookie, you have a new mission to do" was the only thing she said before dropping the papers beside you on the bed and leaving, you we're heartbroken at what she did and thought 'No I love you's? A mission after not coming to talk and see me for a week how thoughtful of her' you sit up and read the documents

'Alright I should get ready' getting off the bed you changed clothes and pack everything you may need before going to the ramp where the helicopter is waiting to take you to your next mission, you were expecting Langley to be there and send you off but you were only disappointed 'She always comes and send me off, did I really mean so little to her? Who would have thought this is how she will dispose of me after that small fight we had' you didn't care anymore

Boarding the helicopter and telling the pilot to get going, you did not notice your lover at the side very well hidden and now sending you off without your knowledge, when you board the helicopter she saw your eyes went dull and her heart ached to come out and give you a big hug but her pride stops her from doing so, then instead of wishing you to come back safe and sound soon, she wasn't able too thanks to her pride

Guilt consumed her whole body, her hands and lower lip trembled with sadness and regret flashes to her eyes, why did she not send you off? Why didn't she say 'sorry' or say 'come back soon' or 'I love you'? She didn't know what it was, all she hoped was to fix this after you came back

But fate has different plans for her and you, cruel it seems but she should have expected it when you haven't returned after a week, the mission was only supposed to take 3-5 days so when it hit a week she was terrified, sad and very much afraid of what might have happened to you

Many thoughts and scenarios of what might have happened flooded her mind 'Were you ambushed?' 'We're you injured?' Or were you taken?' Fear struck her and she couldn't focus on anything she does, she then sent an issue stating to her men to go search for you and come bring you back

After 2 days of her sending out her men to look for you something then came up with a message that was sent to her that you were finally found, she was happy that you were coming back but terrified of what might have happened to you, why have you just returned now

The message contained on how her men found you, it states that you were unconscious in the carnival near where the first Black Ring was before it was destroyed by you too before, seeing this she instantly knew that something was up, but the moment she heard that you were landing from the people outside she immediately drop everything that she was doing and went to greet you back

The only problem was you were being rolled by the medic team to get treated when Langley saw you, there was a knife on your abdomen, your arms were full of wounds and both your legs and wrists had marks of being chained to something, seeing this Langley was furious to those who did this to you, mad at herself for sending you to that wrecked mission, guilty that you both never reconcile before you left and devastated about your state

Questions littered her mind while she waited for the medic team to come out and say you were stable already, so many questions but she still has no answer, but she does know one thing that she should do now

Make sure you're safe and sound, even if it means she is neglecting her own duties she does not care, you were now her priority not her work, her work can wait while you can't

Sometime later the medic team comes out and greets her before telling her about your current condition before leading you to the room where you will stay in till you get better

She sat on a chair beside the bed you were on top of resting, even if you are now feeling well she still feels a bit guilty for not talking to you about your fight and just push it away

Holding your hand between hers, it looked like she was silently praying to a god but to the people that knows her thinks otherwise

Holding your hand was somewhat helpful to keep her grounded, even tho she blames herself for what happened to you she just wants to hold you close, to feel your warmth and see that smile she fell in love with

You were her everything to lose you was to lose herself too

It was her silent prayer to whoever god there is to take your pain away and heal the scars that you have, to make sure you are safe with her on your bed and not in the medic room bed

You were her salvation, her everything, her world and her guiding light, she should have taken care of you more, she should have never done what she did, yet it's all too late now for her to turn back

All she can do now is wait for you to wake up so that she can make up for her mistakes, to treat you better than before, to apologize to what she did and to make sure you never stray too far from her once more

This is her silent promise to your unconscious body laying in the mattress in front of her

"Rookie, wake up soon my beloved" she whispers to your hand between hers "I wish to apologize for everything I did, so wake up and you can shout at me as much as you want, but please let me apologize for everything I did" rare tears flow down her face as silent sobs engulfed the once quite room

"Come back to me, my dear" She whispers silently, head down on your bed while keeping a firm hold on your hand between hers "That's my only wish"

Langley the boss of the 9th Agency, your lover, weeping beside your bedside while you lay motionless on the bed

Her guiding light was there, faint it may be, but it's still there she shall wait for when the time is right, whenever that may be she will wait for you

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PtN Reaction to S/O Getting Hurt

Fandom: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Cinnabar, Zoya, Langley

Warnings: Chief gets hurt, girls go feral. Mentions of killing and injuries, nothing graphic.

Requested by: @mossmosis

Prompt: Gimme how they would react to their s/o getting hurt :3

Comments: One word: MURDER. Whoever or whatever dared to hurt their beloved Chief is not going to live very long afterwards.

Cinnabar

Cinnabar has two priorities. The first is to take care of the Chief when they get injured, to get them out of danger and tend to their wounds and make everything better. Her second priority is to make sure whoever or whatever gave them those wounds is properly dealt with. Oh, and whatever the original mission was is important too, but now she's got bigger concerns.

Those concerns involve doing whatever she can to patch up the Chief's injuries on the field and carrying them all the way back to the Bureau, regardless of how badly she's injured or how much they complain. Once they arrive, she's yelling for medics, calling the staff as well as the Sinners who prioritize in healing, and she's gonna make sure that the Chief is treated well.

She's going to do everything in her power to take care of the Chief while they recover. She will absolutely pamper them, waiting on them hand and foot... even if they don't want her to. She won't leave their side for a second, constantly trying to make sure they're comfortable enough, that they have enough to eat and drink, that they're getting plenty of rest... It's overkill, honestly, but she's just worried.

Eventually she'll calm down a bit, and settle for just keeping her beloved company. She cuddles with the Chief, being very careful not to irritate their injuries, and will give anyone who dares disturb them such an intense look that they back off.

There is nothing she takes more seriously than the health and safety of the Chief, even more so now that they're dating her. She also probably feels guilty for allowing this to happen in the first place, even if there was nothing she could have possibly done to prevent it. She considers it her job to protect them, and she feels as though she has failed. That's part of the reason she tries so hard to care for them, wanting to make it up to them. The Chief will eventually end up caring for her as well, treating whatever injuries she's been neglecting and giving her the comfort and reassurance she insists she doesn't need.

Zoya

The Chief has a lot of enemies. Zoya has a lot of enemies. Once word gets out that the two are together, Zoya's enemies are now the Chief's, too. No matter how careful they are, it's only a matter of time until, one way or another, the Chief gets hurt. And then it's only a matter of time until whoever injured them dies a slow, painful death, preferably at Zoya's hands.

To say that she sees red is... something of an understatement. Fury hardly describes what she feels, seeing her beloved get hurt. All she can feel is rage and all she can think is they. will. pay.

First and foremost, if the Chief is still in danger, she'll get them out of said danger. Once that is no longer a priority, because she's gotten them out of danger or there are other Sinners around.... she's hunting down whoever dared hurt them.

They're not getting away from her. She's too skilled for that. Regardless of how much of a head start they have, how well they can hide or evade, she will catch them and she will kill them. No one hurts her Chief and gets away with it.

Once she has exacted vengeance, she returns to the Chief and proceeds to bandage them up. If they indirectly caused this, they'll get a lecture about being more careful next time. And you'd better believe she's carrying them back and putting them on a strictly-enforced bed rest.

Once they recover, it's training time. Zoya's gonna make sure this never ever happens again, and she pushes the Chief to their physical limits and teaches them every fighting technique she knows, because she's determined to make sure they stay safe in the future, or at least have the ability to fight back until help arrives. One thing's for sure - this is never ever going to happen again, not if she can help it. She never wants to see them hurt like that again.

Langley

Whoever was stupid enough to injure the Chief is certainly as good as dead now. She probably just shoots them, her bullet striking her target perfectly, either to instantly kill them or to maim them badly enough they'll suffer the entire time they're bleeding out. She usually prefers to make things quick when she has to take a life, but in this case, she might just make an exception.

If whoever hurt the Chief somehow managed to escape. You'd best believe her entire team is on it. They will find that person, and they will capture them alive, and they will deliver them to Langley so she can punish them herself.

This woman. Pampers the Chief like there's no tomorrow. She'll bring them to the best hospital if it's even slightly needed, and will likely insist on bringing them back to her place, where they'll recover more or less in the lap of luxury, being hand-fed by none other than Langley herself.

That doesn't mean they're getting off easy, though, ohh no. They got hurt. They probably took another stupid risk in the process. They're going to get one heck of a lecture, peppered with the usual variety of affectionate insults. Her teasing is a little less light-hearted than usual, undercut with the worry that lingers in her voice and expression, but it doesn't matter, really. At the end of the day, she's relentless, and that's one of the things the Chief loves about her. And also all of the extra kisses they can get during their recovery.

Langley is usually quite busy, but she pauses everything to care for the Chief. No amount of arguments will dissuade her. Her Rookie is hurt, and she will be the one to nurse them back to health, end of discussion. She brings them anything they could possibly want and spends the days by their side.

She's probably going to be more protective than usual for a while after that. Sorry not sorry, Chief, you've got a clingy gun wife now who's more than prepared to shoot first and ask questions later.

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Fem reader with Langley and I'm giving you full control of it because I have way too many ideas and if I'd try to write them it'd be too much

Also good luck with the new blog!!!

Here you go, anon! Thanks for your patience. If you're looking for NSFW headcanons (with gender-neutral, top!Chief) you can find them here! If you want more, feel free to send in more requests, and don't be afraid to send multiple requests if it's needed!

Placed beneath a cut because, while not explicit, some content can be interpreted as NSFW.

Langley x F!Chief

Both Langley and the Chief are very busy, so they don’t have very much time to spare for each other. The little details are important to them as a result, and they’ve figured out how to incorporate their work into their relationship without it feeling like the relationship had become a chore.

Even something as simple as a mission report can be romantically charged for them. Chief used to write up her reports, but now she chooses to report to Langley on all but the busiest of days – just to feel her girlfriend’s electrifying gaze upon her, to bask in her entrancing smirk and approving nods over a mission well-done. Chief lives for Langley’s words of praise – a merit not won solely by virtue of being her girlfriend, as the spider is not one for dishonest flattery, but one certainly not harmed by the fact.

On breaks, after mission reports, or simply whenever they have free time, it’s not unusual to find the Chief in Langley’s office. Most commonly, the two of them will sit around and bond over Langley’s home-brewed coffee, discussing whatever comes to mind – often it’s work, both of them far too entrenched in their jobs than is perhaps healthy, but sometimes it’s more personal things.

Langley’s coffee is the Chief’s personal nectar. Not only does it have a divine taste, the aroma and flavor of it is so distinct to the coffee Langley makes, and Chief has never been able to replicate it. Even if Langley is called away on urgent business during one of their chats, being left in an office that so clearly belongs to her girlfriend while enveloped in the scent and taste of the coffee is more than enough to set oft-reftless nerves at ease.

These two rarely have time for physical intimacy, but when they do, it happens in one of three places: a broom closet, Langley’s office, or the back seat of a 9th Agency car.

The broom closet is neither of their favorites, and is reserved pretty much solely for when the two of them need to hold and kiss each other, now. It only ever lasted for a few minutes, barely enough to mess up Langley’s tie.

The Chief prefers Langley’s office; it’s a lot more spacious and open, and Langley can always lock the door. If she really needs to hide, there’s always under the desk. Langley doesn’t mind this option, but she doesn’t prefer it, all too aware of security cameras that could expose them.

Langley herself is fond of the 9th Agency’s cars. While Chief gets a little jittery due to the driver, Langley trusts entirely in her subordinate’s abilities to mind their own business, and there’s a partition anyway. She revels in being able to pull Chief onto her lap and kiss them deeply, teasing them with touching – and she’s not ashamed to tell the driver to take a scenic route

Their relationship doesn’t have a defined “when” or “how.” Neither of them is quite sure when they became more than just boss and subordinate, but to both of them it seems like an unimportant detail. The way their relationship worked was right for them, and yeah, it may not look like the traditional idea of romance, but they were happy and in love, so why did it matter?

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Masterlist (in chronological order):

Each fic's warnings are written on top of the page. Viewer discretion advised.

Sumire x Chief!Reader HC (SFW and NSFW)

Raven x Chief!Reader courting HC (SFW)

Yandere!Langley x Innocent!Chief!Reader (SFW and NSFW)

Vampire!Oak Casket x Nurse!Reader (NSFW)

Yandere!Adela x Reader (NSFW)

Alpha!Coquelicot x Omega!Reader (NSFW)

Hamel x Chief!Reader HC (SFW and NSFW)

Yandere!Eirene x Reader (NSFW… sorta. No onscreen sex)

Cabernet x Reader (NSFW)

Countess Chelsea x Reader || Eirene x Reader (SFW)

Shalom x Reader (NSFW)

Yandere!Shalom x Reader (NSFW… implications only. No onscreen sex)

Vampire!Shalom x Reader x Werewolf!Rahu (NSFW)

Vampire!Coquelic x Reader (NSFW)

Yandere!Shalom x Chief!Reader (SFW and NSFW)

Alpha!Eleven x Omega!Reader (NSFW)

Eleven x Reader (NSFW)

Eldritch!Shalom x Reader (NSFW)

Angell x Chief!Reader (SFW)

Fallen Angel!Shalom x Reader (NSFW)

Witch!000 x Reader (NSFW)

Kinktober 2023 masterlist HERE

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Path to Nowhere x WWE Roster Masterlist

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MBCC Personnel

MBCC Chief (spoiler tag here)

Nightingale

Faye

Wynn

Unknown Rank

Suspect R

S-Rank Sinners

Zoya

Langley

Bai Yi

NOX

Eirene

Hamel

Summer

Stargazer

Enfer

Oak Casket

OwO

Deren

Etti

Raven

Dreya

Adela

Cabernet

Rahu

Shalom

Coquelic

Mantis

Eleven

Eve

Donald

Lady Pearl

Vanilla

Du Ruo

Yao/Xu

Angell

Bianca

Hestia

+\L.L./+

Moore (spoiler tag here)

000

Korryn

Vautour Bleu

Pylgia

A-Rank Sinners

Chelsea

Hecate

Wendy

Chameleon

Dudu

Anne

Cinnabar

Uni

Sumire

Ninety-Nine

Luvia Ray

Garofano

Matilda

Christina

Thistle

Letta

Dr. Iron

McQueen

Shawn

Rise

Mira

B-Rank Sinners

Lisa

Gekkabijin

Che

K.K.

Kelvin

Hella