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[jamiethebeeart]

I can't be trusted with deadlines because I drew this in (probably) January and I'm only just submitting on the last day for @green-with-envy-phandom-event

I'm really excited to see where people put Danny for this

[kinkyrafe]

Of Light Punishments and Cruel B******

Kinktober, October 20

THIS WORK IS 18+ ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary:

The one where Rafe needs to be punished for calling domme!reader a cruel bitch.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, domme!reader, sub!rafe, very explicit

taglist: @yagirlwrites @audzzz @valyrianflower @aariahnaa

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“You know we’re having a punishment session today?” you ask, your voice soft but laced with authority.

Rafe smirks, his usual cockiness present at the beginning of a scene. “I was hoping you’d forget.”

You narrow your eyes, teasing yet firm. “Tsk, I never forget. And even if I did, I’d hope you’d be man enough to remind me.”

He shrugs, still smirking, but you can see it’s just an act. “Sure,” he says, though you both know he’d never remind you willingly. You roll your eyes at his false bravado.

“Get fully undressed and kneel on the bed,” you order, your tone leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, ma’am.” The smirk lingers, but you know it won’t last long.

Good thing his cockiness always fades about five minutes into it.

“Anything you want to say before we start? Anything I need to know?”

He hesitates for a moment, looking everywhere but at you. Then he looks up, shortly before his gaze wanders off again. Then he admits, “I need you to make me obey today. My head’s all over the place.”

You nod, understanding completely. Submission doesn’t come easy to Rafe, but that only makes breaking him down so much more rewarding for you.

“Hands out,” you command, fastening cuffs around his wrists. You secure them behind his back for now, savoring the change in his body language as the restraints start to take effect.

“Kneel at the end of the bed and bend over until your head touches the mattress,” you instruct. 

He complies, his body tense as you fasten a spreader bar between his knees and cuff his ankles, tying them securely to the bed to keep him wide open. You untie his wrists from behind his back, guiding his arms forward in the direction of the headboard before restraining them there.

“I want your face and chest on the mattress at all times. Arch your back more. I want that ass up.” You watch as he shifts, lifting his hips higher, displaying himself perfectly for you.

“There you go.”

You step back, admiring the sight of him. His body is positioned just the way you like—completely exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at your mercy.

“How does this position feel?” you ask.

“Humbling,” he says with a laugh.

You chuckle. “Good.”

Your hand moves to caress the soft skin of his ass, feeling the warmth already building under your touch. “Remember, today isn’t necessarily about pleasure. It’s a punishment, a reminder of your place. But your safe words are still in play. I’ll check in at yellow, and stop at red. Understood?”

“Yes, mistress.” Before you can continue, though, he rasps out, “Can I ask something before we start?”

You halt your movements immediately, stepping forward so that he can see you as he tilts his head to the side. “Anything, Rafe,” you say seriously.

“I know this is supposed to be a punishment, but I need it to stay light, alright? You can't get too mean with me—I—” He gives you a small, reassuring smile. “Otherwise I can’t deal with it.”

“Yeah, I know, I'm very aware of your hard limits, babe, don’t worry, okay?” You say softly, “And if it ever gets too much, you can always call yellow, or even red. You should still enjoy it. Always. Never do anything that you don’t enjoy, please.”

He swallows thickly. “Yeah, I know. I won’t,” he says quietly, “I trust you, I really do, I just needed to check, I think.” 

You lean down and kiss his temple. “We only do this for fun, okay?” You whisper against his skin, “Just for fun, nothing else.”

He closes his eyes and nods. You kiss him again and let your fingers run through his hair, knowing how much he loves it. It always helps him relax.

Then you take a step back.

“What are your safe words again?” You demand to know just to make sure. You ask at least once at the beginning of every scene—on the one hand, to make sure that he never ever forgets but on the other, because this simple question in itself helps to get him into sub mode. You don’t need to make this harder on him than it already is.

“Red to stop. Yellow for check-ins,” he answers.

“When are you allowed to call your safe words?”

“Any time,” he answers immediately, his voice steady again.

“Good boy,” you purr, running your fingers along the sensitive crease where his ass meets his thighs. His body reacts instantly—he shivers, and his cock twitches, already starting to leak. He is usually hard to second you start to order him around but this is surprising, even for him.

You decide not to acknowledge it. You want to see how long he manages to stay hard during a spanking. 

Without another word, you begin with your bare hands. The first smack echoes through the room as your palm connects with his ass, catching him off guard. He jolts forward with a hiss, but he pushes his hips back almost immediately, knowing better than to break position. “Color?” you ask, just to make sure.

“Very green.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Good boy,” you praise, your hand coming down again, harder this time. As you smack his ass, you grin and say, “I know you secretly love this. Don’t pretend, Rafe, your hard cock tells me all I need to know." He lets out a soft chuckle despite the sting. 

“I never pretended otherwise.” You can hear the smirk in his voice without seeing it.

The sound of skin on skin fills the air as you settle into a rhythm, alternating between both cheeks, each smack drawing a sharp intake of breath from Rafe. 

“Remember to breathe, babe,” you remind him softly but you don’t stop.

You take your time, spanking him steadily. You enjoy the way his skin heats beneath your hand, turning a soft pink. His breathing quickens, and you notice his muscles tense as he fights to stay still. 

“You’re taking this so well,” you say, your voice smooth, laced with a hint of admiration. You bring your hand down again, harder, feeling the satisfying sting in your palm as his skin reddens further. “Concentrate on your breath, though, come on.”

Once his ass is glowing, you pause, rubbing your palms over the warmed flesh, kneading it to get the blood flowing even more. He’s panting now, his cock rock hard and twitching, but you don’t touch it—yet.

“I’m going to spank you a lot today, Rafe,” you warn him, leaning down, your front flash to his back, so your breath brushes against his ear. “And you need to breathe through it.”

He nods, though his breath is already coming in shallow gasps. 

“Let’s maybe wait another second until you’ve calmed down a bit,” you murmur, rubbing your palms over his whole body now, soothing him, praising him over and over again. “You’re doing so good, babe.”

“It’s easier when I have to count out loud,” he says after a while and chuckles a little bit, “As weird as that sounds.”

“It doesn’t sound weird, I know it’s easier that way,” you explain, “But I want you to concentrate on the feeling, not on the hit, if that makes sense.”

He laughs a tortured laugh. “That is not nice,” he says.

“You’re the one who called me a cruel bitch,” you say, chuckling yourself.

He groans at the reminder. “I swear, I never learn.”

“Yeah,” you say lightly and shrug, “Maybe today helps you learn a bit.”

Then you walk over to the dresser, selecting a flogger next. Its tails are soft but with enough weight to leave a sting. You know, he loves the flogger. You trail it over his ass first, letting him feel the anticipation building before the first strike. He tenses under your touch.

Then, without warning, you snap the flogger against his skin. He groans, hips jerking forward, but he stays in position.

“Good boy,” you murmur, bringing the flogger down again, harder this time. The tails leave red marks across his already warmed skin, and he gasps, his breath hitching with each strike. “Breathe, Rafe!” You remind him once again and let your free hand run gently over his reddened skin. “You're doing so well, babe. You know I'd never really hurt you.” He breathes out, relaxing a little, obviously reassured by your touch and the tenderness in your voice. “And you know, I’d always stop if you wanted me to.”

“Yeah,” he whispers back, “I know.”

Good.

You alternate between light and heavy strokes, letting the flogger caress his body one moment, then crack against his ass the next. His whole body shakes with the effort of staying still, his breath coming in ragged pants.

“You’re trembling. Is it from fear, or from wanting more?”

“Both,” he manages to choke out, his voice strained. You notice that he is shy about it.

“Both?” you ask, your eyes widening in awe. “You’re trembling from both fear and desire?”

This boy really is something else.

“Breathe in!” You say, and it’s an order now, your voice low and soothing. He inhales sharply, trying to control himself. “Breath out.” He exhales. “Longer exhales, Rafe, come on! Good boy.”

After several more strokes, you switch to a riding crop. You drag the leather tip down his spine, then tap it lightly against his ass, teasing him before the real punishment begins.

The first strike of the crop makes him cry out, the sound muffled by the mattress. You watch as his body trembles under the sting, but he doesn’t move out of position. His back arches even more, presenting himself to you, desperate to obey.

“Stay still,” you command, bringing the crop down again. This time, you aim lower, letting it snap against the sensitive crease between his ass and thighs. His whole body jolts, and a pained moan escapes him.

So he can adjust to the sensation and ease into the pain, you cup his balls gently, massaging them in contrast to the impact. “There you go, doesn’t that feel better?” You tease, watching his breathing grow heavier. “See, I can be nice too, so much more than a cruel bitch.”

Again, he groans at the reminder of what he called you only last week. He really put this on himself.

You hit him again and again, alternating between the roundness of his ass and the tender skin of his thighs, watching as he struggles to keep his composure. His breath hitches, but he doesn’t break. You’re impressed by his endurance. 

You pause, leaning in to kiss the back of his neck softly. “Still green, babe?” You murmur, your lips brushing his skin. He nods, and you smile, your hand running down his back in a soothing gesture.

After several more strikes, his ass is a deep, glowing red, his skin marked with lines from the crop and the flogger. “Breathe, Rafe,” you remind him again, watching the way his muscles tense under the strain.

His breath comes in ragged pants, his body trembling, and you know he’s close to his limit.

This is when you finally decide to stop, standing back to admire your work. His ass is a vivid red, marked with welts from the flogger, and the crop. He’s panting, his whole body shaking, but he hasn’t used his safe word.

You let your fingers trail over the raised welts, admiring the marks you’ve left. And much to your surprise, throughout all of this, his cock is still throbbing more than ever, leaking more and more precum onto the sheets.

“Good boy,” you praise, your voice dripping with approval. 

You reach down and brush your knuckles lightly over his neglected cock, teasing him. He moans, his hips jerking forward at the faint touch.

“You’ve taken your punishment so well,” you murmur, stroking him gently. “You deserve a little reward.”

You pull a magic wand from the dresser, placing it lightly against his balls. He flinches at the vibration, his body quivering. He is so incredibly turned on right now, despite or maybe even because of the pain. You take a mental note to take special care of him afterwards to not let him drop.

“Y/N,” he gasps, “I’m gonna come—I’m gonna—”

“Hips back,” you command. “And ask permission first.”

“May I please come?” he whines, his desperation palpable.

“No,” you whisper. “You’ll feel so much better afterwards if I make you hold out a bit longer.”

He groans in frustration, but his body obeys, trembling with the effort of holding back.

“You’re doing so incredibly well, babe,” you say softly, your voice filled with awe. His whole body shudders, and you know you’ve taken him exactly how you both needed it.

[vindicated-truth]

Beyond Evil Trivia: Lee Dongsik never killed Song Jiho

I’m glad this was clarified, because even though it was somehow “accepted fact” in the fandom that Song Jiho—the murderer of Lee Sangyeob—was killed by Dongsik, in the show this was actually never explicitly confirmed, even though it was in the initial script.

In the final iteration of the story—and with what I imagine was writer Kim Sujin’s careful consideration of the real victims and families she interviewed—Song Jiho’s fate was left completely vague because they didn’t want to promote the agenda of personal revenge or advocate the pursuit of vengeance.

From a character standpoint, this also makes the most sense to me because I don't think Dongsik would be the kind of person to actually kill someone, no matter his deep-seated hatred, just because he is at his core a good person, whom (as his surrogate family in Manyang always say) had to endure a lot of suffering.

He has never, in my opinion, seemed to me the kind of person who would give up his morals in pursuit of his own vindictive vengeance. Because if he was, then he should've already went down that path 21 years ago, when he was not only wrongly accused, but physically beaten into submission by actual police officers—Nam Sangbae included.

Granted, it's a different, immediate trauma to actually witness someone you care for die in front of you with what happened with Lee Sangyeob (with every other person he loved whom he lost, he only experienced it after the fact: his sister, his parents, Minjeong, Sangbae).

But as we've seen with how he acted in finding Minjeong's fingers and finally piecing all the clues together and realizing that the serial killer is in fact his pseudo-brother he trusted for 20 years, he had never succumbed to personal vengeance. He isn't as clear-minded as Joowon in taking steps to act, but he isn't as prone to letting his emotions free reign either. His actions with Kang Minjeong's fingers showed that clearly: he still set out with a plan of his own.

In the actual storytelling of Beyond Evil as well, I had never once thought that Dongsik killed Song Jiho for several logical reasons:

1) When it was revealed that he was demoted from the RIU, the reason that was repeatedly given was that he could not explain the death of his partner, Lee Sangyeob. That was the only reason. If he had killed Song Jiho, or at least when Song Jiho had been found dead at the scene, that would've been one of the major reasons why he was demoted. Therefore, Song Jiho did not die.

2) At the very least, Song Jiho was rescued at the last minute. When you watch Episode 7, you can already hear the sirens of the ambulance wailing while Dongsik was already beating up Song Jiho, so the paramedics would've already arrived at the scene shortly after. Lee Sangyeob had already died prior so they couldn't save him, but the paramedics would've arrived just in time to save Song Jiho.

3) The whole point of Dongsik’s character is that he’s someone who still bravely powered through life despite being wrongly accused as a murderer. He’s not going to turn around and suddenly prove the accusations right.

If for nothing else, he’s stubborn enough to fight the system precisely by proving them all wrong. He was stubborn enough to keep his silence in protecting Lee Sangyeob’s dignity even after his death, and he paid the price in being demoted. He’s fighting the system precisely by continuously defying them—and proving them wrong.

Him becoming a murderer would have only proved them right.

(As a side note: I actually addressed this in my fic here, which I'm glad to see now that my deductions were closer to canon. I could have never believed Dongsik capable of killing anybody.)

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hello!! I’m here to request a Shion x fem!reader!! Nsfw please 😜

Idk if I can give a plot and if I can’t just ignore this:

Shion has a shy s/o so he immediately thinks she’s innocent and submissive in bed. Little did he know, she’s more confident than him and she’s a pretty ruthless dom. He ends up being the one to be edged and then overstimulated

SUB SHION FOR THE WIN! (So many people peg him as a sub, and it's just getting to me lol)

Pray: Shion Madarame x Fem!Reader

wc: 789

tw: smut

masterlist

"You think you can take it?" Shion chuckles, running his hands up your sides. "I'm pretty fierce in bed."

"Oh?" You push his hands away while giggling, lying underneath him and trying to keep your cool. "Sure, 'Mad Dog.'" You run your fingers over his tattoo, lacing them into his hair before your lips connect. Shion is such a boy toy; this is a fact every girl in Tokyo knows. But despite this, you're enthralled by his demeanor.

"I'll break you," Shion whispers between kisses, his lashes fluttering closed. "If I'm not careful, that is."

"I would like to see you try," you hum, tugging his pants down with skilled fingers.

It all happens so fast, Shion reasons, his arm slung over his face. This isn't how I planned for things to turn out.

You're sucking him off, sure. But he'd long desired to be balls deep inside of you. Not having your mouth--

"Ah!" Shion hisses, his hips jerking up sharply as you transfer his cock from your warm mouth to your hand. If the guys ever heard of this, he'd be done for. "Please." Shion's breath comes out as a pained whimper, and he tugs on the tie holding his arms captive.

"Don't beg," you reply, your eyes flicking up to look at him. "Good boys don't need to beg."

"Let me cum."

"No." Shion deflates but remains harder than ever. He'd never been denied an orgasm before, but this... He rocks his hips forward once or twice, trying to ride out some sort of high on his own terms. But you ease up your hand, returning your mouth to its proper place. But you don't move at all. You just play with his tip, your tongue caressing the slit of his cockhead slowly.

Shion's been beaten up hundreds of times. Each time had been a defeat worth suffering for, but this? This is torture! One he didn't even bargain for!

"Baby," Shion whines. "Baby, I wanna cum..."

"Be good," you reply shortly, flicking his cock. He gasps - more out of shock than pain - and aches his back, begging you to keep stroking and sucking his veiny dick. Women have worshipped it before; what made you any different?

"They call you a one-pump chump." Shion flinches at the nickname. "I told them that wasn't true. I suppose I need to train you, hm?"

"Train me?" Images of boot camp flash before Shion's eyes. "Are you going to..." He swallows hard. "Are you going to send me off somewhere?"

"Why would I do that when I can train you right now?" You take his cock in your blessed hand once more. "You can show them you can last for a long time, can't you, big boy?"

"Yes!" Shion is rewarded with more strokes, bringing him close to the edge. "Yes, I can do it."

"That's what I thought," you reply sweetly, pursing your lips and kissing his tip. "I knew you could."

Shion reckons it's been eons before he can feel the sensation of an orgasm crest again. He instinctively clenches his abdominal muscles, prepping for an earth-shattering release, but you stop again, letting go of his penis.

"Can't cum yet... it's only been twenty minutes." A tear tracks down Shion's face as he feels his penis soften a bit. But then you do it repeatedly, pulling your skirt up and fingering yourself while licking him back to attention. The sounds of your fingers playing in your cunt make him hard again. Shion imagines you climbing over him and riding him to completion while he's tied down to the bed, your pretty ass bouncing up and down without mercy.

The thought brings him to the edge one more, and he tightens up, but you don't stop.

"You want to cum in my mouth or in my pussy?" you wonder, and Shion is rattled from his trance-like state.

"Pussy," he rasps, and you climb on top of him, just like in his daydream. When you slip over his cock, Shion almost shouts and jumps out of his skin. Goosebumps roll over his flesh, and he instantly anchors himself deep inside you. You don't even have to move as he ruts into you on instinct like a bitch in heat.

It's ungodly how hard he comes, but Shion feels prayers slip from his lips as he spills his seed into you, his mind shutting down and going on auto-pilot as he tries to find himself in the hollow void of pleasure. He also vaguely hears you climaxing, sending him deeper into the void.

I don't care if I never stop cumming, he thinks, all alone in the darkness of his own creation. This shit is addicting.

[reidsrambles]

An Invisible Locket

Chapter 6: An Avalanche

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader // Secret relationship

Description: You work with your best friend and your boyfriend. The only problem is, nobody knows Spencer Reid is your boyfriend of over a year. When you find out that Spencer's getting sent out on a case immediately after getting back to Quantico, impulses take over. (Content/Warnings below the cut)

Content/Warnings: [18+ MDNI], smut, oral sex (M & F receiving), PIV sex, unprotected sex within an established relationship, unplanned pregnancy, discussions of abortion (in a pro-choice context, though Reader ends up choosing to stay pregnant), minor mentions of alcohol and cancer.

As for the crime subplot, much of it is very canon-typical (referenced child abuse & grooming by an extended family member (non-sexual), violence, blood/gore, drugs. As always, please feel free to let me know if I miss any CWs!

A/N: This fic is obviously heavy on the Spencer and Reader relationship, but it's also got a significant Garcia best friend plot line and crime plot line. This fic also features an unplanned Reader pregnancy. Reader debates abortion and is pro-choice, but ultimately ends up keeping the pregnancy. If any of that isn't up your alley, please feel free to skip this fic!

Names used: Baby, baby girl, good/sweet/pretty girl, daddy, good boy (once), my love.

Words (this chapter): 3.7 K

Words (total): 29.1 K

Walking back into your office, the clattering of Penelope’s keyboard ceases only momentarily so she can swivel around to grab her refilled mug from you.

“Thank you, my dear,” she says, returning to her battle station.

You place your refilled mug down at your desk. It’s only 10 a.m. and you aren’t sure if it’s pure exhaustion or the switch to decaf that’s got you wanting to crawl back into bed. It’s probably both. You’re allowed one coffee per day while pregnant according to Dr. Google, but until your appointment with your family doctor next week, you’re not risking it.

“Have you heard from Hotch if the submissive is talking yet?” you ask.

“He lawyer-ed up pretty quickly after they arrested him, apparently.”

“Shit. So, we’re no closer to finding the dominant?”

“Nope,” she blows out in frustration.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m at a dead end unless this guy decides to talk, or the team gives us some new info to go off of.”

“My beloved protégé, what are my three least favorite words strung together?”

“I, don’t, and know,” you answer, matter of fact.

“Precisely. That said, with every question I ask myself about our elusive skull-carving unsub, I keep running into more I don’t know’s.”

Penelope has been extremely frustrated with her inability to make any breakthroughs over the past few days. That, plus the positive test and lack of sleep you both got last night because of it. You feel like your brain is both running a million miles a minute, and at a complete standstill. You can’t stop thinking but your thoughts are a scattered mess.

Thankfully, you’ve been able to avoid everyone in the building this morning besides Penelope. Pretending to be on one long (very fake) phone call until you reached your office meant that no one dared try to ask you how you were doing or to wish you a good morning. Your favorite custodian, Pam, did give you a quick wave and a smile, but that required no verbal response, just a simple wave back.

You’re the type of person who wears their heart on their sleeve, and this amount of stress has you near unraveling at the seams. Once you sit down at your desk, you know that your personal problems have to go on the back burner, though—even if that means they’re still simmering, at least they won’t boil over.

You text Spencer from your work phone.

You: Penelope and I are really struggling here. Is there anything else you can give us to go off of? Any hunches you’ve got?

His reply comes through shortly as you and Penelope are sifting through case notes and going over all the paths you each had explored.

Spencer: Now that you mention it, did you and Garcia find anything suspect on Mason’s birth father’s side?

“Pen, what did we have on the birth father again? How old was Mason when he died?”

“Uhh, let me see…”

She shuffles through the shared stack of papers on her desk, thumbing through the numerous pink and purple sticky notes of additional information you both have added. You both love your Post-it notes, so once you started here, you each agreed on a color to keep things organized; Penelope’s are pink and yours are purple. She traces her finger over all the notes as she scans them.

“Here! Mason’s dad’s name was Tom Adkins. When Mason was 5, he died in a shootout between his gang and a rival gang. I remember pulling up the reports on that one, and Mason’s mom confirmed his identity postmortem.”

“Okay, thanks. I’m texting Spencer. I asked to see if he had any other clues or hunches that we could use.”

She freezes and turns to you, exasperated. “What happened to telling me when you were talking to him so that I could make sure that you don’t accidentally spill about the…” she vaguely gestures towards your stomach and lowers her voice, “situation?”

“Pen, that was for calling, not texting. Besides, we’ve got plenty of practice keeping things professional on our work phones.”

“Touché, mon amie. I had no clue for all that time.”

Your desk rattles as your phone vibrates with an incoming call.

You glance at the screen. “It’s Spencer.”

Penelope’s eyes widen, almost comically. This was your first time speaking to him on the phone since the test. You silently ordered your heart to chill out as you felt your heart rate pick up speed.

You must have frozen there for a more-than-acceptable amount of time because Penelope grabs your phone out of your hands and answers it for you. She puts it on speaker and nods, gesturing you to speak.

“Hey, Spencer. Did you get my text?”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m calling about. Is Garcia there? I want to work through this with both of you.”

“The wonderful Wizard of Oz—I mean, of the BAU, at your service, Good Doctor.”

“Okay, so Mason’s father is dead, but does he have any other older male relatives? When we arrested him at home, his mom Sheryl muttered something to her husband under her breath about Mason being like his dad, and that got me thinking about whether Mason and the unsub could be related. I’m assuming you guys checked Mason’s family members, right?”

“Yeah, but we’ll go through them again with an even-finer-tooth comb now and expand our parameters. So, you think it’s someone on his dad’s side?” Penelope asks.

“That would be my guess, but Sheryl could have been deflecting blame away from someone on her side, so I wouldn’t rule that out either. Dave already brought up the fact that it seems like Mason may have been groomed by the unsub for longer than we had initially thought. Possibly into his preteen years or even childhood.”

“Okay, thanks Spence. That helps.” You pause a second before giving in to your arching heart. “You don’t have me on speaker, right?”

“No, why?”

“I miss you, Spence.” Your voice almost gives out with only those four words as you try to maintain your composure. Penelope is glaring at you hard, silently screaming at you to shut your mouth before you say something stupid.

Your eyes gloss over with tears that you’re doing everything in your power to hold back. When she notices them, Penelope glides her chair over to you to hold your hand, gently squeezing it, as she always does.

“I’m, uh, at the local PD right now. Just give me one second.” Noises of Spencer walking through the police department filter out of your phone’s speaker. A door opens and closes, and then it’s quiet on his end. “Sorry, I had to find an empty room.” He sighs, “I miss you too.”

A tear rolls down your left cheek. These damn hormones are strong…

Deep breath.

“I know you don’t have long to talk, and we need to get back to work, but I just needed to tell you that. We’re probably going to stay late today to get as much work done as we can. I need you back here…” more than he knows.

“Everyone here has been giving it their all, as well. That’s why I haven’t been able to call you on my personal line at all. I’ve been staying late and basically crashing as soon as I get to the hotel.”

“I want you back here, but that beautiful heads of yours needs rest, too. I know I don’t have to tell you that, though. Try to not stay so late today for me?”

“Only if you promise me the same.”

You sarcastically roll your eyes to Penelope, but you know that he’s right. You need your sleep even more now. He doesn’t know that, though. If it means Spencer will get a full night of sleep, you’ll concede.

“Yeah, okay. We won’t stay late tonight.”

“Hey, I love you,” Spencer says.

You realize how weird it feels to hear that from Spencer at work. You’re used to secret glances, at most. Promises of your love to be expressed in private, held under lock and key.

“I love you,” you reply.

“Let me know as soon as you find anything, and I’ll do the same.”

“Bye, Reid! I love you, too, but in the less weird way!” Penelope says.

“Bye, Garcia,” he laughs.

As soon as you hang up, a wave of emotion smashes into you and the dam holding everything in crumbles. Penelope quickly pulls you up off your chair and into a standing hug while you sob into her soft, fuzzy pink sweater.

“Shh. It’s okay, my love,” Penelope whispers into your hair.

She rubs your back in small, soothing circles, and subtly rocks your bodies from side to side, allowing you to compose yourself on your own time.

“I’m so sorry,” you cry, your voice muffled into her shoulder. “These hormones are insane.”

“Yeah, and you’ve got hormones of the love and the pregnancy variety. That’s a double whammy. This is good news, though!” She hugs you tighter and twists, giving you a big bear hug before letting you go. She puts her hands on your shoulders. “We’ve got a new lead to follow now. You know we always do our best work when we’re fired up!”

The following hours are probably more productive than the past few days, combined. Penelope skips lunch but forces you to at least grab something from the vending machine to tide you over. This decaf is doing nothing for you, so the energy from the protein bar keeps you going.

Spencer said you had to leave on time, but you’re going to make the most of the time you have in the office. You both (impressively) manage to keep your lips sealed in regard to your usual banter. If it isn’t pertaining to the case, you can talk about it this another time.

The first thing you do is re-run a scan of everyone known to be in Mason’s life; his parents, family members, friends. That takes a little while to process, but eventually, turns up nothing pertinent again.

When this case began, you and Penelope contacted every medical clinic, hospital, doctor’s office, pharmacy, and veterinarian in the area, which thankfully, wasn’t an insane amount. Rural areas are always easier than metropolitan ones in that regard. None reported any missing drugs, which led you to assume that the unsub’s supply is off the street versus stolen from a workplace.

You run your next search—the next layer of branches of the tree. When you get into friends-of-friends or even, friends-of-friends-of-friends, the amount of information the program has to sift through grows exponentially. Penelope designed this one to be highly configurable with various parameters, thankfully. When inputting search parameters, you have to type them into the terminal in one big list. You didn’t even realize that you left the search parameter for “those working in places with access to drugs” in there until the system pinged you.

“Pen,” you ask, eyes widening, “did you see what the secondary search just popped out?”

“No, I was working on something else. Let me—wait, an uncle?” Her voice is shaky. “Oh my god, how did we miss this?” Penelope shakes her head. “There’s no way the program could have missed someone this close to Mason. It’s just not possible! Both of us run preliminary searches separately, too, so that stuff like this doesn’t happen!”

The search program adds names to a list as it finds candidates that meet the criteria. At the top of the list is a man named Jeremy Webber and, apparently, he’s Mason’s paternal uncle. The system flagged him because he works as a medical tech at a clinic in Bronson, a 35-minute drive from Cedar Key.

This doesn’t feel like a bread crumb anymore. It’s finally your turn to give Penelope a pep-talk in this case. “I don’t know how it happened, but we have to run diagnostics later when we write our report, anyway. If we need to tweak the code or rework our process, we’ll figure it out then. Right now, we need to figure out what this guy’s deal is, and, ideally, before someone else shows up dead.”

It feels like his image is staring back at you through your screen. It’s a family photo. Standing in front of a Christmas tree with very few ornaments, Mason’s biological father, Tom, holds baby Mason. Jeremy’s arm is slung over Tom’s shoulders for the shot. Mason’s mom stands alone on the other side of the tree, looking significantly less jolly than the two men. You rarely get gut feelings like this, but you sense something dark when you look into this guy’s eyes. You can’t even find any other photos of Jeremy and Mason.

The room fills with the sounds of frenzied typing as you and Penelope work at an astonishing pace. The puzzle pieces are finally starting to fit together. Everything is falling into place, and you can practically see the checkered line up ahead.

Jeremy Webber isn’t Mason’s paternal uncle by blood, but by adoption. The adoption was a less-than-official one, though. Mason’s grandparents “adopted” Tom’s childhood best friend when they were both 8. Jeremy’s parents literally handed their only child (and everything belonging to him) over to Tom’s parents.

“Can you imagine just handing your child over to somebody else like that? And forever!?” Penelope asks.

You hadn’t even registered that you were doing it, but as she spoke, your hand shifted to your lower stomach. You still aren’t sure if you’re terminating or not, but some part of you is already protective of your future child (whether they come from this pregnancy or from a future one). Maybe they thought Tom’s parents could provide Jeremy a better life? If that was their assumption, it appears that they were quite wrong…

Penelope tilts her head to throw back the last of her coffee. All right, that’s her last one for the day. She’s getting decaf tea if you go get refills. “It seems like his parents skipped town and went off the grid. I literally can’t find anything else on them after that. Going off grid was so much easier to do back then, though…”

You move the hand from your stomach, back to your keyboard, and continue gathering information as fast as you can. Your eyes bounce across your monitors, back and forth between various windows, taking in as much information as you can. His fixed address leads is a property that looks abandoned. Logs indicate that he’s made numerous calls to a burner phone over the years. If he gave one to Mason, Mason could have pitched it before the arrest.

“We need to—” You’re cut off by the phone in your office ringing. “…call Hotch.”

“Man, it’s like he’s psychic.” She picks up the phone and puts it on speakerphone. “Hello, sir! We were just about to call you, actually.”

“There’s another body. He’s devolving—and fast—now that we’ve got Mason.”

Hotch explains that the body was just found in a bathroom at a public park. This time, no precision involved. The vic’s skulls was bashed in, he assumes with a hammer. The dump site wasn’t in pattern, either.

He drew the Rod of… whatever-it-was-Spencer-said with a permanent marker. Mason must have been the amateur tattoo artist.

You know, that kid taught himself a lot of random skills in his short 21 years. If only he could have had the proper nurturing and guidance to channel that creativity and intellect into something positive. He’s obviously a fast-learner.

Hotch says this current victim was identified pretty quickly. He was just grabbed off the street, wallet still in his pocket.

When you tell Hotch what you’ve discovered with Jeremy Webber, he thinks it’s a strong possibility, too.

“That’s definitely our best lead so far, so we’ll take it and run with it. Mason spat at JJ earlier when she tried to interview him. He isn’t cooperating at all. I think Reid and Morgan are out that way already, so I’ll send them to check out Jeremy’s property. Continue digging and keep me in the loop if you find anything else. Good work, you two.”

Penelope immediately looks in your direction as she hangs up the phone, trying to gauge where you’re at. You roll your chair over to hers for a change, grabbing her hand and giving it a firm squeeze.

“We’ve got this,” you say, nodding. “Let’s get back to it.”

***

Less than an hour later, Hotch calls again. You managed to get some more info on Jeremy, but being on the ground allows the team to make faster progress at this point in the investigation. You and Penelope could still use some hand massages right about now with how fast your fingers have been working, but you knew you could only get so far with it.

Before Penelope can even greet him, Hotch begins, slightly out of breath. He’s running. In the background of the call, you can just make out yelling and the wails of sirens; lots of sirens. “We just got him. Reid and Morgan were shot entering the house, but I don’t know the extent. I’m just arriving at the scene now.”

Every muscle in your body freezes. The scene. Your mind is inundated with flashes of crime scene tape, the sounds of the very real sirens setting the scene for this intrusive nightmare. In the distance, Spencer’s body, limp on the ground. The pool of blood he lies in has wicked up his clothes, painting them maroon. You can only see the back of his head. The blood continues to pour from his skull. The final twitches of his fingers cease as the last of him is drained out the back of his head.

You need to get down. You need the ground. Everything is spinning. Your feet take you to the bean bag chair and you curl up on your side, arms crossed over your stomach.

Penelope is doing what you should be: responding. She’s terrified and her composure is holding on by a thread, but she isn’t frozen, like you are. You can’t hear what’s happening. All you hear is pounding, muffling their voices. The searing pain in your head matches.

You aren’t crying. Your body has been through too much this week. Why would your body waste energy processing your emotions, right now? Shutting down makes more sense, no?

Your heart is pounding, but your breathing is slow. All sound fades away until everything is quiet; a dull ring filling your head.

You got into this job because you love computer science, and you want to help bring the bad guys down.

But that doesn’t always happen. Sometimes, the bad guys win and defeat the good guys. You love one of those good guys, though. You’re pregnant with his baby. Spencer might die today. He could already be dead, and you wouldn’t even know it.

Like the pointed bow of a large ship emerging from the fog, a single voice cuts through to your conscious mind. It’s so distant.

Hotch turns away from the receiver to yell, “Are you guys all right?” as he runs to them.

“Yeah. We’re good,” Spencer replies.

He’s not dead.

You shove your face into the bean bag chair to release some of your cries as quietly as possible.

He’s okay.

Penelope wipes the tears off her cheeks and lets out a shaky breath.

Spencer isn’t dead.

“Pretty boy took a good hit to the vest,” Derek says to Hotch.

“Yeah, but you got grazed,” Spencer says. His voice is hoarse and he’s short of breath. You just need to touch him; to feel him. You need to see him with your own eyes to know that he’s safe; to know that he’s fucking alive.

Hotch fills you in on the situation. “Morgan got grazed by a bullet, but paramedics just got here and they’re going to bandage him up. Reid took a pretty close-range hit to the chest when he entered the house, but his vest caught it. I’m sure the EMTs will want them to be seen in the hospital here, but you know that if they’re cleared to fly, they’re going to want to come straight home,” he sighs. “We’re all ready to come home.”

“Oh, thank god,” Penelope breathes out, all at once. She has her head in her hands. “Please let us know if anything changes with their condition.” Her voice almost gives out at the end of her sentence, but she’s able to recompose herself. “We’ll finish up here and send off what we have. And then, we’re going to recover from the heart attacks that we just experienced.”

After she hangs up the phone, Penelope slumps to the floor beside you, sliding her back down the wall.

“I might need to take a few days off after this case,” you say. “I’m gonna email my therapist about an emergency session. This has all been… a lot, in such a short amount of time.”

You notice her look down at your arms, still crossed over your abdomen, and then back up at your face.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.” She reaches over to gently rub your arm. Her loving, soothing gesture helping you steady yourself again. “I’m sure Hotch won’t have any issue with that, but if he does, I’ll vouch for you. I thought I was gonna hurl, so I can’t even imagine what you just went through.”

You gather every ounce of strength you can muster and push your aching body up, off the bean bag chair. Penelope follows.

“We can talk about that later. I’ll definitely be talking about it in therapy, at least. Right now, we need to finish up with this case and distract ourselves until they’re home.” Until Spencer’s home.

God, you hope they’re home tonight.

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When they are jealous...

Taeil

He’s pretty much calm am composed person. You would always see him smiling and quite happy. But trust me, he gets dead serious especially when something threatens him to take away what’s his. He’s a person who needs security in his life, be it the material aspects or his relations. He needs security both practically and emotionally. So when he sees someone being extra close to you, his normal happy stare would immediately change into a sharp one. He might still have that smile but his eyes would be flickering between you and that guy. He’s an open minded person but we all are humans so we do feel jealous and so does he. Wouldn’t create a scene or be mad but if it went beyond limits then he might stay mad and ignore you for few minutes but you reassure him and he’ll be back to himself.

Johnny

I guess more than him being jealous, you would feel jealous because of his open mindness. He’s pretty much laid back in this area. He wouldn’t mind you going out with your guy friends or you paying more attention to them and not him. He wouldn’t mind anything at all because he knew that you guys met after soo long so he’s chilled out about it. It takes a lot for him to get jealous and trust me when he does, he’s sassy! He’d just observe you with that guy with an ‘am done’ smile. Would smile more but in a mocking way. Would walk away with a Curt bye after you guys are done. You would trail behind him and he would ignore you and not speak for few hours. Would then come back to you and talk about it.

Taeyong

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Yuta

You want THIS man to be jealous? Trust me, he would get jealous very easily and would literally like stare the ham out of that guy( I don’t wanna swear okay) His dead stare would make both of you gulp. If he is an unknown person and trying to be touchy with you, this man won’t think twice to pounce on him but if he’s your friend then he would not like to spoil your guys friendship so he would opt to stay quiet about it. He would pull you to him and place his hand on your waist in a protective manner. He won’t like somebody else touching you the way he does. He would literally burn in jealousy the whole evening and trust me, when you guys reach home, to give himself reassurance, well the night would be still young;)

Doyoung

Jealous doyoung would be full of stares. He would stare every little detail about you and your reaction with that guy friend of yours. He would be mad, irritated and a bit angry but wouldn’t say anything. He would want to remain calm and would not like to hurt you for a mere jealous feeling he has. Going back home, he would be a little sulky but not to the point where you observe something’s wrong. He would just reply shortly for twice or thrice and would be back to himself. He would keep you above anything else. So you don’t have to worry about him getting jealous and even if he does, he would burn himself up from inside but wouldn’t hurt you for sure, unless and until his perseverance limits are not crossed.

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Jungwoo

This man when jealous is quite different from his usual happy go lucky self. A lot of hard stares directed at that guy unless and until that person starts feeling awkward. If he’s your friend, jungwoo would still give those stares but then seeing you not backing of from your friend’s touch, he would feel really sad. A complete 180 degree mood change and immediately his puppy eyes would be out. He would try his best not to look sad and behave normal yet every minute his heart would hurt. He would need a lot of reassurance from you. Please give him a warm tight hug, this baby is precious.

Mark

Mark is pretty much very open minded and wouldn’t mind anything. He would not care about that guy, but you not refusing his touch would make mark very mad. You guys were going out for the dinner with your friend. You sitting with your friend opposite to mark would make the man a bit sad but would be okay with it. You ordering for your friend and unconsciously ignoring mark, talking with him but leaving the man unnoticed, all these would make him a bit sad but wouldn’t mind it because he does value your independence and doesn’t like jealousy to ruin relationships. But his final blow would be the moment that guy kisses your head and you not even refusing a bit would make him go haywire. Beneath this anger, deep hurt would settle as he would feel you have hurt his trust and pride. Don’t worry give him sometime but I think you have to put lot efforts to calm him down by giving him reassurance.

Haechan

He would be a brat when he’s jealous. Like he wouldn’t care if he’s your friend or some unknown person. Firstly, he would simply observe that guy and behave at his best but slowly when he starts observing them trying be extra close to you he would get that hint and immediately scoot closer to you. He would even kiss your cheeks in front of that outsider or your friend just to put them back in place. Might even playfully slap that person’s arm when they would try to hug you and instead he himself would go in for a hug. But on a serious note, he does get jealous easily but he’s also a huge gentleman. Beneath his prankster style, he’s very respectful to you and your choices so he wouldn’t mind anything until and unless his limits are not crossed.

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Osamu Miya: Rolling In The Peep

Hey everyone missed me? Here I am for my sweet @nkogneatho​​ ‘s vulnerable collaboration .

Characther: Osamu Miya

Plot: What does it mean eavesdropping your boyfriend and discover that he wants to be totally submissive by his innocent and pure girlfriend?

Warnings: Femdom, Roleplay, Handcuffs, Riding Crop, BSDM, 18+

“Samu do you like this?” Atsumu says barging into his twin room without knocking, a blush appears on his cheeks when Atsumu notices the images on the pc display, “Horny!” the blonde twin says teasing Osamu who immediately kicks him “Don’t even try to spill it to Y/N!”. True is that you’re not used to have any kind of play in bed with Osamu and he knows most of the time he has to be in charge. In the last time you and Osamu couldn't have any kind of privacy, Osamu being annoyingly attached to his twin didn't know how to face you and ask you to try something new. So on the weekend you stayed at their home, after the shower you casually hear them saying something "How much do I have to stay with you? She didn't still fucked you Samu?It’’s just about edging you and using handcuffs" “Don’t try to fantasize on her! She’s mine!” Osamu shouts not bothering to check if you were near, you blush hearing the conversation and an idea comes to your mind. Next weekend rather than stay at home you beg Osamu to go out for a date and he says "Ok Y/N, where do you want to go?" you smirk and say "Follow me" and you arrive at a love hotel "Y-Y/N this is.." you silence him "I know what you want, we will be alone here and you can scream how much you want my big baby". A lounge with elegant but modern style face you, so entering your room a bright red bed and lot of accessories makes you wow. Osamu speachless at your straightforward attitude simply decides to enjoy this treat and sitting on the bed, you start to kiss him, undress and start to pump his cock which is rock hard by seeing the wall object you can play with. He simply stays still and says "Y/N..please", "Madam, it's madam if you want to cum tonight" Osamu never saw you like this but he's completely rapt by your dominant side "Ok madam", you smirk and say "That's my big baby, now wait I have something for you" you say while gettin naked in front of him and going to the bathroom. You come back with handcuff , black spandex outfit, high heels and handcuffs. Nearing and pushing your boobs on his face you block his arms and watch at him with wild eyes. "On the floor!" you command with a snapping of the riding crop, which makes Osamu needier than before. You don’t fail to notice his cock leaking precum and twitching for fear and excitement "Awww does my big baby want to cum? But he needs to earn it, on four now!" you shout, Osamu can't help but tremble and oblige. Nearing to his ear and neckline, you whisper "What does my baby need?" you say while licking him and pushing the tip of your shoes into his glans, which leak more "You Madam, I need you!" Osamu says desperate, feeling his balls full and twitching cock desperate to spurt out the cum. You take him and lay in the bed and sit on his face "Lick madam's pussy and I will give you a reward" you say and he start to devour your pussy like it’s his last time , his tongue licking your wetness and hitting your clit multiple times make you feel the coil in your stomach. You can't help but put his dick in your mouth and start to suck desperately which makes Osamu more greedy and makes you cum on his mouth and keep on sucking your clit even after, making you cum shortly after the first one, together with him. "Ahhh Madam please fuck me" he says, even if he already came his cock is hard as fuck, you position yourself above him and start to slam your hips on him and hit him with the riding crop, which makes Osamu desperate and start to move his hips to feel more, he loves this side of you and he's completely enraptrured by the submissive role and the light pain you give him make him more sensitive and excited. After a minute you both loose the sense and say "Cum together with Madam big baby, make me feel how much you want to shot your cum deep inside me" Osamu desperate, gives his last pushes and screams "Ahhh Madam" while cumming inside you. Still panting from your high Osamu turns to you "Thanks Y/N, I loved it" you blush "Re-really Samu? I'm sorry maybe I crossed the line" Samu smiles and takes you between his arms "Oh no, definitely no, I loved it and I want to do it from time to time", you smile and drift off to sleep.

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NSFW ENJI (Endeavor) X READER ONESHOT

Business/CEO A/B/O AU - this just popped into my head and turned into a 10 Chapter fic you can read on Ao3: “Hidden Flowers”

Warnings: smut, Dom Enji, sub reader, rough sex, A/B/O dynamics, alpha Enji, omgega reader, alpha Toshinori, heat cycles, dirty talk

Words: 5k

(Y/N) checked her emails one final time, ensuring nothing new had come through in the last three minutes that needed her boss’s attention. She picked up the file she had organised for the day, shuffling the papers into a neat stack before rising to her feet, straightening out her clothes and marching towards the CEO’s office. She opened the door without knocking, an action that he had told her to forego many years ago, she was his secretary after all, if she had something urgent to tell him, there was no point in wasting time knocking on the door. And he also didn’t need to burden of someone knocking on his door fifty times a day. The red head was on the phone when she entered, this scene wasn’t uncommon, some days he scarcely got away from the damn thing.

Closing the door behind her, she walked up to his desk and placed the pile of papers down on his right before walking to a white board and started neatly writing out the day’s major meetings.

“I don’t care about the cost, how long will it take to get it up and running again?” Enji sighed into the phone as he noted down the time frame.

“Is there another company that can fix it faster?” she turned back and saw he was looking at her. He’d asked both her and the person on the other end of the call, he just knew she’d come up with a solution faster.

“Mack Plus have the best engineers, Trencher Co. will be quickest but they fixed that unit previously and it’s broken again, I would suggest Wheels Down Inc as nothing they’ve fixed has broken again and it will be fixed within the week” she spilled out, she’d read the email about the mining vehicle break down this morning and immediately looked at the data for previous break downs. The man nodded and wrote it down, whilst also rolling his eyes at whoever was on the other end of the call.

“(Y/N) will send through contact details for further correspondence with Wheels Down Inc, let me know once the machine’s operating again” and the CEO hung up.

“Fucking useless” Enji muttered as he started going through his emails, “got any good news?” he asked.

“Stocks are up again today?” she tried which resulted in a small smirk from him.

“And you only have one meeting currently locked in today as well, however it is with a major shipping company that we’ve been trying to create a deal with for the past five years” she frowned a little at the last part.

“I said good new (Y/N), not mediocre news” he sighed.

“It’s their new CEO, so I guess a new chance to make good impressions” she tried again.

“That’s why I’m putting you on the front line”

“I’ll do my best Sir” putting the whiteboard marker down and turning back to him.

“Have you found anything of use in Yagi’s background?” he asked as he started going through the files she had left on his desk.

“Nothing of particular use. The problem is he seems completely different to his father, since he’s taken leadership, the company has become heavily involved in charity work. Regardless of whether it was his intention or not, the shipping company has gained a huge amount of positive press. I found nothing on Yagi himself, the only thing you can really play into in this deal is the ‘make the world a better place’ because even after a deep dive on his history, I couldn’t find anything to suggest he wants anything else” she explained with a shrug.

“How do our eco stats look?” he questioned.

“Favourable, we’ve cut emissions by seventy-five percent with the new machine’s we’re using, and with the new sonar tech that’s been implemented we’ve reduced habitat loss due to our companies’ procedures by nearly ninety percent. The rest of the report is on page five” she was confident as he went through the papers and pulled out the report.

“Increase public profile” the red head raised an eyebrow at the short list of suggestions she had made.

“It can’t hurt Sir, becoming more involved with the local community could see a potential increase of upwards of twenty percent in sales”.

“At what cost?” he put the paper aside, knowing she would be able to give him a clearer answer than the document.

“Time, funding, man power” she was curt, the CEO didn’t like wishy washy explanations.

“The board won’t like that” it was a statement.

“Can’t make an omelette and all that” she shrugged and he eyed her. She had never been wrong when it came to giving suggestions or advice on what was best for the company. She would voice her opinion on occasion, when she knew she was completely in the right. It was one of the many reasons Enji kept her as his secretary and refused to promote her to a section manager, not to mention the ridiculous bonuses that he forked out to her at the end of each year for her work. She were too goddamn valuable, and unlike many of his employees, she wasn’t afraid of him. The alpha was used to people grovelling at his feet, begging and pleading for whatever it was that they wanted at the time, usually sex or money, even employment. Enji Todoroki was one of the strongest alpha’s out there, hell, he was so intoxicating some alphas had even begged him to use them. But she wasn’t like them, it was almost as if she couldn’t smell pheromones, he was almost convinced that she in fact couldn’t, going by the amount that he had released around her in the beginning to test her.

When he’d first met her, he was shocked by her professionalism, she didn’t seem to care that he was an alpha and she wasn’t deterred when he borderline threatened her during the job interview. Hell, he didn’t even know what her secondary gender was, her CV states that she’s a beta, but the way she acted sometimes, she could convince anyone she was born an alpha. She wouldn’t take shit from anyone, and she certainly wouldn’t let him dish it out to her either, or if he did, she’d give it straight back and usually be right, and always got away with it. It’s why he respected her so much and hadn’t tried to come onto her once, also because he was more attracted to submissives, and she were far from it. She took suppressants, that much he was sure off, she never smelled like anything, and she didn’t give off any scent at all, ever.

“When’s the meeting?” he asked.

“In thirty minutes” she said as she turned to leave.

“You better get to it then” he mused.

“You don’t have to tell me twice” she gave a small smile and then exited the room. She made her way down to the lobby of the building to greet Mr Yagi on his arrival, just in case he was early. And wouldn’t you know it, this ball of sunshine was always early. He walked through the front doors to the building not two minutes after she had walked out of the elevator. She lifted her shoulders, stood up straight and approached the man with confidence.

“Mr Yagi, I’m (Y/N), Mr Todoroki’s secretary, it’s an honour to meet you” she put on a bright smile upon reaching him and what must have been his secretary. It wasn’t until she reached them that she realised how god damn tall the man was in person. Sure, Enji was tall, but for some reason, this man’s height stuck out to her. And they were both businessmen, so how the fuck did they both luck out in the looks, smarts, height and muscles departments?! It just wasn’t fair. Forget about triple threat, these men were quadruple threats. They covered all fronts.

Then to her surprise, he actually offered her a hand to shake with a genuine smile.

“Thank you for greeting us, this is my secretary Izuku, we’re so glad Enji was kind enough to host this meeting” his voice was deep, but kind and polite as she shook his hand, referring to the greenette beside him. She glanced at the young man before returning her attention back to the alpha in front of her.

She had never met a business partner this kind-hearted before, the business world didn’t usually allow his kind to thrive, but here he was, the CEO of the world leading shipping company. Without even realising it her cheeks flushed a light shade of red and she felt her heart rate increase, and of course, her scent glands started aching as they tried to release pheromones. Luckily, her suppressants were working for now, but it was then that she caught his scent, everything went blurry for a second and she lost focus.

“Are you alright Ms (Y/N)?” he asked, gently stabilizing her by her shoulders. She cursed herself, why did her body have to react to an alpha now of all times?

“I’m so sorry, Mr Yagi, and (Y/N) is just fine” she smiled up at him, puffing out her chest a bit and stabilising her footing.

“Please, call me Toshinori” he corrected her and she was slightly stunned for a moment. Every single business partner she’d ever introduced had always treated her like trash on the side walk, scarcely giving her the time of day. She’d be lucky if she even got a grunt of acknowledgment from them.

“If you’d kindly follow me” she said and turned to lead the way. Taking the chance to scoff at herself and attempt to pull herself together, an attempt that miserably failed when Mr Yagi insisted on maintaining small talk then entire elevator ride. He was just being a human being, asking how her day was going, how long she’s been working at the company, if she enjoyed working here. She could feel her temperature rising with each question he asked, and pain started erupting in her abdomen.

“Please follow me” she said politely, stepping out of the elevator cursing herself, she was going into her heat early, and she was pretty damn sure it was because of the presence of this alpha. She guided the CEO and his secretary to an empty meeting room.

“Please wait in here for just a moment, Mr Todoroki will join you shortly” she said before closing the door. Her head was starting to spin and the pain was growing from annoying to uncomfortable ridiculously fast. She maintained her composure as she walked into her small office, quickly taking some pain killers with half a litre of water. She ruffled through her draws as she looked for her EpiPen, her heart skipping a beat when she couldn’t find it. She knew she had one here for emergencies. The omega let out a sigh of relief when her hand glided over it. Quickly removing the cap and injecting herself with more suppressors that would hopefully stop the effects of her early oncoming heat for at least the next few hours. She took three deep breaths before exiting her office and entering Enji’s.

As soon as the door opened, a wave of pheromones hit the CEO. His brow furrowed in anger. His employees knew better than to come to work during rutting or heat cycles, it decreased everyone’s productivity.

“Get the fuck out of…” his eyes had been fixed on the computer when he glanced at the intruder. “…(Y/N)?” he looked taken aback. There was no way she was an omega. She always held herself like an alpha, how the hell was this strong, independent woman a fucking omega? However, he couldn’t deny that her scent was causing blood to flow straight to his cock.

“But you’re not supposed to be off til next week” he went to check his calendar.

“I know, it’s come on early” she let out a stuttered sigh as the drugs finally started to set in.

“I’ve taken some emergency suppressors, my hormones should level out in the next minute or so. I um, Toshi… I mean, Mr Yagi and his secretary are in the meeting room” she shook her head at herself. It was then that everything clicked for Enji and a smile crossed his face as he rose from his seat.

“He’s sent you into an early heat, hasn’t he?” the alpha’s voice was low, but there was a hint of playfulness behind it. She ground her teeth, refusing to answer the question, instead choosing to look away. He approached her, a smirk still playing on his lips, instead of walking through the door, he shut it, as he caged her between his arms.

“You know better than to not respond when I ask you a question, omega” he let the work hang in the air, testing her boundaries. Her brow furrowed and she glared up at him.

“You don’t get to call me that” she growled at him, then noticing that he was purposely releasing pheromones to try and rile her up. If she hadn’t just shot herself up with enough suppressants for a week, she would probably have slick running down to her ankles by now. Her boss was unfairly attractive.

“Answer the question (Y/N)” he leaned close to whisper into her ear.

“So, what if he has?” she burst out, ducking out from under his arms and walking across the room, folding her arms, “All he did was smile at me and I lose control, what the fuck is wrong with me?” she sighed angrily rubbing her temples.

“When was the last time you properly went through a heat?” Enji asked her, she looked back at him to see a genuinely concerned face. When she had taken her mandatory time off for her mating cycle she never stopped responding to emails, most people wouldn’t touch their computers during the height of a mating cycle, it all became too much, but she was always online, which told him that she probably hadn’t let her body go through a normal cycle in a while.

“I don’t know, during high school, like eight or nine years ago” she shrugged and the CEO just blinked at her in shock.

“I had more important things on my mind” she shied away from his judging look.

“That’s still a long time” he pushed.

“It’s not like I had an alpha to help me through one!” she suddenly shouted at him, she stared him down for a moment before realising what she’d just said and who she had just said it to.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, that’s not your fault, nor something you should worry about, fuck I hate this” she muttered.

“(Y/N), be honest with me, have you ever been through a proper heat?” he asked, when she turned to him this time, there was nothing but concern in his face.

“No” she didn’t make eye contact with him, but she had no reason to lie to him. Enji hated how submissive she was being, this wasn’t her at all, while a dark part of him did want her begging for his cock, he hated seeing her looking so vulnerable, he wanted to protect her, to make her feel safe.

“Look, I’m going to be really selfish now, but if you think you can handle staying for the meeting then I could really use your help. If not, I’m also more than happy for you to go home. But you’re going home before lunch today either way and I strongly advise you don’t take any more suppressants” he paused for a moment, as if trying to word something correctly, “What I’m about to say, I’m saying as a friend, not your boss, if you need help getting through it, i can help you. But who knows, maybe you might actually be able to get his number and he can help you” the alpha growled slightly at that last part, admitting and acknowledging that he wasn’t the one to set off your heat. Although to be fair, he hadn’t purposefully released any pheromones around you since you had your job interview with him. The girl let out a sigh and composed herself, straightening out her shoulders.

“I’m staying for the meeting” he knew she would, “but I am not going through a full heat” she said firmly, walking past him.

“(Y/N)!” he was about to say more, but she had already walked out the door, heading towards the meeting room. She opened the door and put a smile on.

“So sorry to keep you waiting” she apologised.

“That’s quite alright” Toshinori smiled back at her, however he noticed that she was no longer producing the lovely pheromones that he knew he had set off. Was the girl taking suppressors? He was certain he had set off an early heat, that fact that she was supressing it frustrated him. He loved seeing a flustered omega, especially one who was normally kept together as this one appeared to be. She was going to pose a challenge, and Toshinori was going to have fun pulling her apart and turning her into his little slut. The thought had him half hard in his pants. This omega was going to belong to him, one way or another.

Enji followed her into the room. The two CEO’s shook hands and introduced themselves to each other before commencing the meeting. (Y/N) was a sharp as ever, handing Enji the correct documents when they came up in conversation and was able to provide any information when called upon. Izuku wasn’t as sharp as she was, but still maintained a professional standard and look about him, the boy certainly didn’t let the woman’s sheer dominance fluster him. The meeting went as well as it could have, they both signed a contract of partnership, so it went better than both parties were expecting. Seeing her in action just made Toshinori want her more. She was professional, sharp and confident, and he wanted to be the one to own her, to see her trembling underneath him, begging for his cock. Somehow, all four of them managed to remain professional throughout the entire meeting, there were no sly words with hidden meaning, and (Y/N) was thankful for that.

Enji Todoroki was never one to escort his guests out himself, it just wasn’t a thing that he did. So, he left the meeting as he usually would with a ‘pleasure doing business with you’, but he purposefully changed the wording on the following sentence ‘my secretary will get you anything you need before you go’. She burned holes into his back as he exited the room. She was going to kill him. The next morning’s headlines would read, ‘Secretary jailed for attempted murder of her boss’. She sighed, shaking her head slightly.

“Midoriya, go wait outside, I’ll be down shortly, I just need to go over a few things with (Y/N) before we leave” the tall blonde uttered to his secretary.

“Of course Sir” the boy said before he exited the room. Toshinori’s eyes didn’t leave (Y/N)’s, who still had her business face on. He couldn’t read her. This was going to make things more difficult. After seeing her in action, he wanted her even more, and without even realising it, his pheromones radiated off him. But she was acting as if she couldn’t sense them, which pissed him off.

“What can I help you with, Sir?” she asked, her tonne polite, but holding no emotion behind it. Unlike their first interaction where she put on a sweet, warm smile for him, she was bitterly cold now, purposely trying to shut him out.

“I don’t like corporate titles, I told you to call me by my first name” he sighed, rising form where he was sitting, she was going to be more of a challenge then he originally thought. That was fine, he was actually excited.

“Is there anything I can get you, Toshinori” she said softly, not removing herself from her seat as the man walked around the table removing something from his pocket. He handed the small piece of paper to her.

“You seem like a very professional woman, so I hope you don’t take offense to this, but here’s my number, I’d love to catch up for a coffee sometime” he said with a smile and she took the paper from him carefully, the man was letting off an absurd amount of pheromones which were causing her to literally burn off the suppressants she’d taken no more than two hours ago.

“I…uh…” she tried to respond, but the alpha gripped onto the side of her chair, leaning over her to whisper in her ear.

“Let me know if you need any help with your heat, something tells me you’ve never had an alpha look after you properly before” he growled lowly in his chest before pulling away and walking out of the room with a smirk on his face.

Once she finally recovered, she heaved herself out of the chair and found that her panties were completed soaked through, luckily it hadn’t yet soaked through to her actual pants yet. She made a quick dash to her office before closing the door behind her. She turned the internal heater on and grabbed the emergency blanket from the bottom draw, wrapping it around herself and hiding in a bundle under the desk with her laptop as she continued to work, hoping it would distract her from the slick pool that was growing around her cunt and the immense pain growing in her lower abdomen. At about three in the afternoon an email came into the inbox that needed the CEO’s immediate attention. She was too worn out by that stage to register that he had told her to go home and she probably shouldn’t be working at all. She flicked the email to him without a second thought.

Upon receiving said email, Enji’s brow furrowed, she should have been home by now. He quickly opened the door to his office just to check she had in fact gone home, letting out a low growl when he noticed her light was still on. He stormed across the corridor and opened the door, a wave of sickly sweet pheromones hitting him all at once. He was confused when he didn’t see her sitting at the desk, she had to be in the room, there was no way the place smelled this sweet without her being in there. He closed the door behind him and walked around the desk to find her nesting. His first thought was to yell at her for not listening to him and also for using the goddamn office to nest. But then he saw she was shaking as she tried to type out an email, it took a moment for her to noticed him crouching there looking at her incredulously.

“I told you to go home” he rumbled deeply, and she winced.

“I… I can’t walk” she admitted, refusing to make eye contact with him. Something burned inside him, obviously that alpha had said something to her to set her off again, and then just goddamn left her. It infuriated him, sure he’d done the same thing to plenty of omega’s before, but this was his…, no not his, this was (Y/N).

“I want you to send a message out to all staff working today and inform them that they can knock off” he said calmly. She was confused by the instruction, but took a minute to type out the message and sent it on his behalf.

“Now close the laptop and give it to me” he said gently, and she cautiously complied, handing him the laptop before he placed it on the desk over her.

“Come here” he motioned towards himself, and she went to move, but her eyes widened in panic and she returned to the way she was sitting, confusing the alpha who was doing everything in his power not to just grab her and knot her right there.

“If I move, it’s gonna run” she whispered, his face scrunched up in confusion for a second.

“What’s gonna…” he stopped short, she was worried about her slick. She really had never gone through her heat’s properly before, she was embarrassed by something that was normal, something that made him almost lose control and show her just how normal it was.

“That’s okay, it’s normal” he said, still offering his hand to her, she looked at him then, searching his eyes that were looking at her with kindness. There was no malicious intent behind them. She slowly reached for his hand and crawled out of her makeshift nest, pausing for a moment when slick gushed down her thigh, before continuing to crawl out from under the desk. Enji noticed she was clutching her stomach the entire time. She lifted her face up to look at him, she had tears in her eyes.

“Enji, can you please…” she paused trying to think things through, “can you please fuck me?” a tear rolled down her cheek when she said that and the alpha wasn’t’ sure if she was crying from the pain or from giving in. He unintentionally started releasing pheromones, having an omega so close to him, and especially considering that omega was clearly under a lot of stress, his instincts were taking over.

The omega couldn’t help herself when she caught his scent, she latched onto him, rubbing her face into his chest, taking in as much of it as possible. Seeing how well she responded to his pheromones, Enji started released them in waves and the little omega in his arms sighed and then started doing something he thought she’d ever do. She had split her legs over one of his muscled thighs and was rubbing herself on it. If he hadn’t been stiff before, he was definitely rock hard now. The omega was whimpering with each thrust of her hips, and soon enough, Enji could feel his pants becoming covered in her slick. He would never allow an omega to dry hump him like this, but she looked so goddamn perfect as she chased her orgasm on his thigh. He ran a hand through her hair, gently tilting her head back, forcing her to look up at him.

“Are you enjoying yourself? Little omega?” he asked lowly, she let out a moan then made eye contact with his stone-cold eyes, that screamed indifference.

“Please…” she whimpered, by the way she was shaking, he could tell she was close.

“Please what?” his eyes narrowed as he looked down at her.

“Can I p-please c-cum, alpha?” she begged, and something stirred in him, maybe she was a submissive after all. And as much as that excited him, he wasn’t going to be cruel to her right now, he had promised to help her after all. So many dirty things flooded into his head to respond with, but he wasn’t sure if they’d scare her off or turn her on. He decided teasing her was the best way to go.

“You’re so close already, and I haven’t even touched you” he mused, easily picking her up off his thigh and placing her in his lap, she let out a moan as she rubbed herself against his clothed erection.

“Good omegas look at their alphas when they cum” he whispered in her ear and then leant back into the chair, to watch her as she came undone. The girl did her best to look at the alpha as she rode out her orgasm, but her head titled back in euphoria at the height of her orgasm causing Enji to bite his lip to try and control himself. She was going to send him into an early rutt if he wasn’t careful. The girl was shaking as she came down from her high, however, her eyes widened slightly when she comprehended what she’d just done and she quickly looked away, causing Enji to smirk at her expression.

“Come now, you enjoyed yourself, didn’t you, (Y/N)?” he asked, gently grasping her chin and guiding her head to look at him.

“Yes, but…” she trailed off.

“But what?” he asked curious, although, the alpha was well aware of the answer, he just wanted to hear her say it.

“You’re my boss and I just, oh my god” she hid her face in his chest and he chuckled deeply.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m thoroughly enjoying this” he looked down at her to see her flash dagger eyes at him before she doubled over, whimpering in pain as she clutched her stomach.

“I can make the pain go away, you just have to ask” he whispered into her ear. She lost all normal sense as her instincts took over.

“Please fuck me, please alpha, I need your cock, use my cunt, please” she begged and a thrill rushed through Enji’s body.

“You’re so pretty when you beg” he trailed his hands down her body, hooking them under her thighs and lifting her up before easily manoeuvring her onto the desk. He rolled her pants and panties down to her ankles in one go, and was pleased to see that she had removed her shirt when he looked back up and was in the process of removing her bra, before laying down and displaying herself to him.

“Sir, please, I need your thick cock inside me, please fuck me” she begged again, looking him the eyes, on the verge on tears. The alpha released his hard cock from his restrictive clothing, stroking himself as he watched the omega writhe below him. It was a dream come true, seeing her beg for him like that, and it was taking his last piece of self-control not to dive in and fuck her immediately. He leant down over her, slapping his cock against her cunt, teasingly as he gently moved his hand to stroke her face, she nuzzled into his palm.

“Alpha, please, use me for your pleasure, I’m yours, please alpha, please” she begged again, attempting to thrust her hips upwards to gain any form of friction. Enji’s last fibre of constraint snapped, and with no warning, he thrust into the hilt and his omega let out a scream a pleasure. Even though this was her first time, there was enough slick pouring out of her cunt that his massive tool didn’t hurt her, it stretched her perfectly and hit all the right places as Enji started to thrust in and out of her cunt.

“Fuck… your cock… mhmm, feels so good, alpha, do whatever you want with me” she panted as he rammed into her. It was invitation Enji realised. He smirked as he gripped her throat with his free hand, and she let out a whine. Gently running her hand up and down his arm, encouraging to grip her neck tighter.

“Do you like that, little slut?” he whispered into her ear, and she nodded, her hips thrusting up to meet his.

“Good pets reply when they’re asked a question” he sneered, gripping her neck like a vice.

“Yes daddy… I love it when you choke me” she managed to wheeze out using the little oxygen that she had left in her lungs. Her words were nearly enough to send him over the edge.

“You’re such a filthy omega, I bet you’d do anything to please your alpha” he growled as he pulled his hand away from her throat, hooking one arm behind her back, the other under her thighs so he could lift her up. Her legs wound around his waist, arms hooking around his neck as he fucked up into her cunt, using gravity to enhance the angle.

“Mhm… anything to please you, anything, use me as your cock sleeve, I’ll be your cum dump, I want to satisfy you, please Enji” she moaned into his chest. This omega was going to be the death of him. She’d used his name, which meant that there was truth behind what she was saying. He could feel his knot starting to swell up.

“Fuck, you dirty whore, if you don’t stop talking like that, I’m going to knot you” he growled.

“But I mean it Sir, i need you to use me, I could keep your cock warm during long phone calls, mhmmm, you could come in here and fuck me whenever you wanted to, I need to pleasure you, please alpha” she whined.

“I bet you’d even let me fuck you in the middle of a meeting, wouldn’t you? Fuck. You’re mine. You’re my pretty little cum dump. You are mine, all mine” he growled possessively, thrusting deeply into her. It was enough to send her over the edge into an earth shattering orgasm, screaming his name as she clenched around his cock. He was patient and waited until she came down from her high.

“Alpha” she whispered in a sighed, he grunted, informed he was listening.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth or my ass?” she asked with a sly grin and he smirked, this omega had stamina, and the fact that she could keep up with him just made her that more attractive.

“All fours, face down, ass up” he ordered as he placed her on the ground. Oh and did she move quick for him.

“You’re such a perfect little omega for me” he cooed to her as he knelt down behind her, hotdogging her ass with his slick covered dick, using the slick build up to cover his knot.

“Please, use me alpha, I’m all yours” she begged.

“You’ve cum twice now, and you still want my cock. You greedy bitch” he growled, thrusting inside her back entrance, forcing his knot inside, scraping against her walls. The omega beneath him let out a muffled scream of pain.

“If it’s too much for you, I can take it out” he wasn’t being kind, he was teasing her as he fucked her ass. (Y/N) pulled her teeth from her arm and panted before responding.

“I’ll take your cock whenever you give it to me alpha. My perfect, handsome, strong alpha. I’ll give you anything, I’d do anything to please you. I belong to you” she moaned, it was enough to send him over the edge.

“Fuck (Y/N)” he muttered, with one deep thrust, he poured his seed into her ass with a guttural moan.

“Thank you alpha” the omega whispered as he slowly rotated her on his cock so she was facing him before picking her up and sitting down in the chair as they waited for his knot to shrink.

“You were so good for me” he cooed, continuing to whisper soft nothings into her ear as she leant against his chest.

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Can you do headcanons for bottom Travis Phelps? Not sure if you do NSFW it’s completely okay if you don’t <3 I always get so embarrassed asking for headcanons but I figure might as well send them in in case they’re something you might like to write :)

No problem, Anon, I'll write NSFW, just please bear with me guys, as I'm pretty new to this and can't figure out how to put things below the cut. I've tried and the circle with a plus sign isn't showing up 😣

Travis as a Bottom!

BISO (big intimidating S/O, you guys seemed to like him) suggested to Travis one day that he wanted to "top" Travis.

Travis is like, "top what's that mean?"

BISO spends the next few hours explaining to Travis about dominance and submission, and then nailing down rules and a safe word.

The safe word is 'cinnamon'

Travis is really nervous going in so BISO gives him a reassuring hug and kiss, leading Travis to the bed.

The first time BISO orders Travis to suck him, Travis got really bratty about it. It's not that he doesn't want to pleasure BISO. He just doesn't like being ordered around.

BISO grabs Travis by the hair and forces his head down.

Not wanting BISO to feel rejected, he begrudgingly starts sucking BISO off and everything's going great until BISO pushes his hips too far forward and Travis almost gagged

Travis tried to pull away but BISO's hand was right there, pushing Travis' head down.

Just when Travis was running out of breath, when his lungs were getting tight, BISO released his head and Travis came up for air.

Not for long though, BISO had more planned.

BISO pulls Travis into him and kisses him roughly as he unbuttons Travis' pants and pushes them down, pressing his palm directly on top of the bulge in his underwear before pulling them the rest of the way down.

BISO tells Travis to go to the end of the bed, and once again, BISO's tone makes Travis want to argue, but looks at BISO undressing

BISO moves away, giving Travis a pleading look as he rummages for protection in the bedside dresser drawer.

Sighing, Travis strips his shirt and meets BISO at the end of the bed where BISO kisses him again and starts to stroke him.

BISO works on Travis until Travis is almost whimpering, denying him release every time he got close

"Tell me that you want me to fuck you" BISO demands once again releasing Travis' swollen, weeping dick.

For a few moments, Travis refuses, turning his face away.

Then BISO started lightly running their fingers up and down Travis' dick again, causing Travis to moan and shove his hips upward.

BISO continued a few seconds more, then stopped, waiting (BISO has the patience of a saint)

Travis caves shortly after BISO pulled away again and muttered

"I want you to fuck me"

BISO makes Travis repeat himself, louder and clearer before giving him a happy smile

Travis realizes, if it makes BISO so happy, they can do this occasionally. BISO's just playing a part, he's still the gentle giant Travis loves.

Travis stands up and leans forward on the bed, holding himself up with his arms when BISO asks.

His heart flutters with anticipation as he listens to BISO moving around behind him.

Then Travis feels a gentle touch before

Sweet bliss

Travis will never get over just how great sex with BISO feels

I mean, he's never been with anyone else, but surely no one is better.

BISO pulls Travis up against his body by the hair and puts a hand around his throat, gently squeezing as he reaches around and strokes Travis with his other hand.

Travis was already so sensitive from earlier that he yelled out.

BISO's rhythm gets faster as his hand squeezes tighter and the other hand strokes faster

Travis breaths try to speed up but BISO's hand is making that hard.

Instead of panicking about this Travis thinks it's e x q u I s I t e

Actually is so caught up by now that he asks BISO for permission to cum

BISO tells him only when he does, but doesn't stop any of the things that he's doing to Travis

In fact, it seems like he's redoubled his efforts. This man is a beast of a machine and runs well

Travis is a sweating, whimpering mess by the time BISO really lays into Travis and finishes with a final, deep thrust.

Travis swears he saw stars when he let himself go.

BISO lets Travis recover for a minute or so before carrying him off to the shower. They both worked up a sweat

It's a good thing he did. Travis doesn't think he'll be able to walk for a while

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Oooh! Prompts! Remus and Sirius moving in together please! 💛

Notes: Thank you SO SO much gorgeous<3 I’m like kinda embarrassed that this is kinda shit, especially because you’re writing is so fucking gorgeous, so I’m sorry.

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“YOU!”

With a start that almost makes him drop the vase in his hands, Sirius turns around to find his surly looking  boyfriend glaring daggers straight at him, lips pursed and nose wrinkled ever so fetchingly. “Me?”

“You!”

“ Is this a Muggle game of semantics or something Moons, because for the life of me I’m not following.”

Remus’s glower only deepens, radiating a distinct sort of disapproval that could only ever be  honed in by years of prefectness. “You thief!” He squawks, hands perched on his hips, and mouth twisted up mutinously.

“Is this the part where you say I stole your heart?” Sirius goads with a cocked brow, resuming their unpacking.  “Because love, that line gets old after the millionth recital, but I do appreciate the spirit.”

“Wha? Na—no that is not what I was going to say you egotistical prick!” Remus scoffs— just a bit flustered with a dusting of pink touching the tops of his sharp cheekbones. “You ate the last spring role!” He accuses emphatically, almost tripping over the over a dozen boxes that are strewn across their newly furnished living room. Sirius can’t help but be endeared by Remus and his everythingness. 

“Yes, yes I did Wise Guy,” He confirms distractedly. “I also dipped it into some spicy mustard and drank a bottle of water while I was at it… Your point being?”

“My point you utter berk is that it was mine! I called dibs!”

“I remember no such thing,” Sirius sniffs haughtily, moving to rearrange the photographs  on their mantel. (And yeah, it’s still fucking insane to him that he’s become so domestic that he’s got a mantel over the fireplace that the man he loves more than any other had insisted was absolutely crucial to have if they were to move in together—probably for really romantical love making sessions in front  of it’s flames with the bliss of  no worries of anyone barging in on them, or griping  if they were being to loud—Which by the way, James honestly  had no right in complaining about considering his track record with his and Lily’s on again, off again mating ritual.

“Liar!" Sirius honestly  wouldn’t be surprised if Remus started stomping his feet right about now, and pouting up a storm if the childishly  cross expression    on his pretty face is anything to go by. (And honestly how could one man be so adorable and sexy all at once.)  “You were finishing up the shrimp tempura— because you are a posh idiot without any tastebuds— , and I said that I’ll be right back to get some of the boxes in the spare room, and to save it for me! And then I come here, and I find this! This breach of all we’ve built together!”

Sirius barely conceals his snort. “Is that right? The foundations of our whole, entire bloody relationship? And right after this afternoon, when I made you—“

Two spots of color blotch high on Remus’s cheeks and he cuts him off before Sirius can completely recount the frankly remarkable romp they had just finished with before deciding they needed some nourishment before getting back to unpacking. “Don’t you try to change the subject you stealing stealer who steals!”

“That insult leaves something to be desired Moonbeam.”

“You’re a prick.”

“And you wound me!” Sirius mock sobs, slamming his fist against his chest and swinging back his arm against his forehead. “A plague on you, and your family! And another on your family’s cow.”

Remus’s face morphs into his painfully unimpressed expression, (Hint, it’s very, very flat). “I’ll take your intentional dodge as an admission,” He scoffs, arms crossed tight against his chest.

“I admit nothing!” Sirius shouts in an overdone accent that would better fit the set of Downton Abbey. “Nothing Lupin!”

Remus rolls his eyes at Sirius’s hyperbolic attitude, and okay. Yes. Perhaps Sirius remembers a similar conversation akin to what Remus had described  occurring only ten minutes prior. But to be quite honest, Sirius was hardly listening. Remus’s got on one of Sirius’s oversized t-shirts, a pair of boxer-briefs,  and nothing else. So yeah, he should definitely not be expected to be paying anything any mind while his beyond gorgeous boyfriend is sitting there, impossibly long legs put out for display, and one perfectly alabaster   shoulder bare where the shirt has slipped right off, effectively derailing  Sirius's thoughts to how he’d teasingly kissed across his collar bone just earlier that night, nibbling on the hinge of his jaw while Remus had been  writhing beneath him. so   Really and truly, he should’ve never been expected to remember anything— let alone something as trivial as dibs—  if his utterly perfect partner is right there for the taking, a determined dent between his brows, and intermittently rinsing his hand through his disheveled locks of hair like  spun gold, excited  over the prospect of fixing up this flat that is now their home.

Dear Merlin above   does Sirius love this bloke with every fiber of his being.

“Well,” he relents, swaggering up closer to Remus so that they’re standing only inches apart.  “Even if I did remember that such a discussion had taken place how you’ve described it—“

“It did, and you know it Black!” He harrumphs, using Sirius’s  surname just to get a rise out of him.

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about it now love, is There?.”

Sirius’s sure that he’s won the argument and they could just move on, until he catches the glint in Remus’s impossibly luminous eyes—a glint that always means trouble, a glint that’s never failed to make each one of Sirius’s nerve endings go ablaze.

“Is that right?”

“I reckon it is Moonbeam,” he leers, is momentarily distracted by the downright angelic smile Remus casts his way right then, but suddenly, an onslaught of fingers are piercing into his ribs, wiggling and tickling him into submission.

“Say you’re sorry!” Remus demands, an effortless grin of his own swept across his lovely face, brighter than the morning sun. And yeah, maybe Sirius should just admit that it was his bad, apologize a thousand times over in the form of lingering kisses and caressing hands.… But the thing is, Sirius’s  stubbornness  has always been too rigid for his own good, and he’s always loved prodding at Remus till He just went off like the world’s most darling firecrackers.

“Never you absolute wanker!”

“I won’t relent till you profess an apology to my satisfaction,” Remus scoffs— a playful giggle lilting his overly formal words.

“And I won’t surrender!” He parries with a leer. Sirius tickles back  harder, and Remus  shimmies around so much that He ends up jabbing him in the eye,  ramming straight into his chest, and  effectively sprawling them—all long limbs and crooked angles—onto the wooden floorboards.

“Just say you’re sorry!” He insists, strangled laughter starting to gargle his words while Sirius just gazes down at him, mercilessly besotted.

“”S not my fault you didn’t take it with you Lupin, i’ve committed no grievance.”

“Oh come off it pretty boy.”

“Oy! I’m ruggedly handsome you arse!”

“Testy, testy.”

 “You’re the pretty one.”

“Oh suck my cock.”

“Been there done that.”

Remus seems to be fighting down another laugh before he knees him lightly in the abdomen enough that Sirius tenses, giving Remus the chance to  switch their positions once again, so that  He’s back  on top. 

“My have the tables turned,” He taunts with one of his most dazzling smiles, dimples in full effect, and crinkles around his pretty sea glass eyes.

“I like how you think I’m at all opposed to this position,” Sirius says with a pixilated gleam, arching back enough so that their cotton clad dicks buck up against each other.

“Perv!” Remus scolds, smacking his chest playfully. “Now admit that I won!”

“Never!”

 Somehow, amidst all the thrashing bodies and choked peals of laughter, Sirius flips him over— slight body beneath his own, with Remus’s wrists pinned over his head and his legs wrapped around Sirius’s waste.

“Now, now Monsieur Moony, I reckon that spring has rolled into winter for you,” Sirius most definitely does not laugh raucously    at his own pun.

“That’s not even the direction that the seasons go in,” Remus frowns, nose wrinkled indelicately, a tell Sirius’s picked up on whenever He’s mad over an outcome.

“You still lost though,” Sirius barbs with no real bite, pecking a quick kiss to his lips in solace.

“You’re awful, and I’m breaking up with you,” Remus sniffs in turn—wiggling underneath him to try and get loose.

“Oh, you love me really.” Sirius preens like the cat who’s caught the canary— the world’s most beautiful and brilliant and ruffled canary that is.

“Lies and slander!” Remus waggles his tongue between his teeth, and Sirius dips down to bite it teasingly. 

“Hmm, now isn’t this cute,” the pair scramble away from each other, utterly stunned once spotting Lily of all people, gaze twinkling and lips set into a firm smirk, eyeing them while leisurely lounging against the door frame. 

“You two really can’t keep yr sodding hands off of each other, can you?”

Remus completely reddens, totally flustered, while Sirius only follies back a smug sort of grin at the force of nature  that is Lily Evans, his practical sister-in-law, remus’s best friend, and all around genius.

“How long have you been watching Red dearest,” Sirius asks wryly, making it so now Lily’s the one who’s flushing..

“I hate you Black.” She says shortly, and Sirius’s beam doesn’t falter. “Re, as your spiritual older sister—“

“You’re barely a month older Lils,” Remus interjects, but Lily just goes on as if he hadn’t.

 “I think it’s my job to remind you that he’s not the only bloke in London with a decent shoulder to waste ratio and nice hair. We can snag you someone with a bit of brains even.”

Sirius tosses her a V shaped salute, and Lily sticks her tongue out in retaliation,  but for his part, Remus only tries to cut through the tension with one of his friendlier grins, though it just comes out as an awkward grimace. “I forgot that you’re dropping off the boxes tonight.”

“Evidently Ace,” she snorts, strutting further into the apartment and setting down the box of photos Remus had asked her to bring over from their old place. “Far too busy snogging with the boy who single handedly received the most detentions in Hogwarts history, while also, somehow— by the grace of God— threatened our stances as top of the class.”

“Oy Evans, can’t take all the credit for myself. Jem was my better half, till he moved on to the likes of you.”

Lily ignores him, save for the way her pretty face gets a bit scrunched out of irritation. “Ace, I ask you, what would McGonagall say if she saw her favorite prefect gallivanting around with such a delinquent.

Remus lets out one of his rare and beautiful laughs, something that feels buoyant and is really more breath than sound, but is still so vibrant and splendid and it never fails to thrust Sirius back to the Hogwarts Express, where he and Remus had first met as a couple of wide eyed eleven year olds, and all the contradicting emotions Remus had provoked upon first sight. Wonder, and confusion. Intrigue, and diffidence. Wanting, and fear. It’s an attribute of Remus's that Sirius will never not be amazed by.

“Ah, Minnie my love, how I do miss her so, now where were we Moonbeam?”

“I’m still standing here Black,” Lily reproves with a scoff.

“I think it was about here,” Sirius continues, dipping down to kiss at Remus’s protruding  collar bones.

“Settle down mutt,” Remus rebukes with no real heat, a gentle hand carding through Sirius’s hair.

“God, you two are already an old married couple.”

“You really do know the best moments to interrupt sweetheart.” Sirius snipes with a playful roll to his eyes, his hand discretely resting over the small of Remus’s back.

“And you have no decency, corrupting   Remus the way that you do.”

“Okay first, I take fucking offense, you know better than me that Moony here was the mastermind behind most of our delightful pranks.”

“You mean your childish inconveniences you plagued on the unsuspecting public?”

“And secondly, we didn’t even get to the fun, currupting   part because of your oh so lovely interruption.” Sirius retorts moodily, though he soon suspects the joke was a wrong play to make  when Lily’s smile suddenly goes predatory and sHe flips back a lock of her wind blown curls, ready to pounce. 

“Well perhaps I just stopped by to make sure you weren’t further defiling   my dear Remus. But I guess that giant love bite on your neck proves that I’m too late.”

Sirius can’t help the chuckle that pours out of his lips at her needled observation, smacking a hand to conceal the hickey sHe’s taunting him about, knowing exactly where it is, it’s been a topic of teasing all morning long from a smug Sirius to a properly indignant Remus.

“He-he just marks easily,” Remus pipes out, cheeks completely infused red and worrying on his bottom lip. Sirius suspects that Lily just knew that the one chink in his armor is prodding at Remus’s less than poised acts. 

Lily rolls her eyes in a way that convinces Sirius that sHe doesn’t believe it for a second. “Whatever you say oh Saint Remus,” sHe smirks with no more argument. “but pray tell, are you guys about done swapping spit around me? Or is that going to forever be a regular occurrence in the Remus and Sirius show?”

“Now I’d reckon that’ll get a sold out crowd every night, don’t you?” Sirius asks, directing his question at the pair of  of them while taking Remus’s hand, and pushing him even closer— just always preferring to have some sort of contact with him.

“Oh put a sock in it,” Remus harrumphs, finally starting to return to his normal coloring in the midst of Lily’s unrestrained cackles.

“Aw, don’t be shy love, it’s only the truth.”

Remus presses the pads of his fingers to Sirius’s lips and glares at him for good measure, “Some things are better left for private.”

“Hah,” Lily scoffs, weight slung to her left hip. “As if I don’t get a front row seat every time  you two are within even in a ten foot radius of each other—OH hey, I know that look Ace! The one eyed squint, and the teeth. Well your “I’m about to kill my gorgeous best friend,” look has no place here, i’ll see my way out now. Just promise not to christen every room in this place, kay? We’d all like to visit without the residual specs haunting us! And I know how moody you get without your daily dose of my scintillating company.”

Sirius thinks that Remus’s trying to skewer a whole in the spot where Lily was just standing, if the terribly cross look on his face says anything. It’s precious, Sirius can’t help but snicker.

“Don’t laugh at me! I’m your boyfriend for Merlin’s sake! You’re s’pose to be on my side!”

“I wasn’t laughing at you Moons,” he kisses the fingers Remus has still got on his mouth, mock consolatory.  “Just incredibly turned on.”

That dent between Remus’s brows is back again for a moment, but then his beauteous features smoothen out and He just pecks a quick kiss to Sirius’s lips before rifling through the box Lily brought over, muttering a light,”Whatever,” as He does so.

There’s a quick wrapping to the window, and Sirius glances over to find his owl— Odysseus— with a bundle of letters attached to his left leg. By rote, Sirius feeds him some of the pellets they keep  there for convenience, and unwinds the bundle of parchments, beginning to shuffle through them.

There’s a copy of the Nightly prophet with the murder of another Muggle family splattered all over the front cover in a sickeningly gauche manner, a free trial subscription to the Quibbler with a reading for Scorpios in the month of October, a letter from Peter about his mum and sisters driving him up the rails, an invitation from Marlene for he and Remus to come out to dinner with them for Dorcas’s Birthday, and a ominous letter from James of all paper that simply says a gift for Moony.

Bewildered to why he hadn’t just sent it along with Lily, Sirius tares off the attached photograph only to find something truly, horrendously vile. a photograph of himself. One that was definitely taken fifth year— Sirius’s worst year where he absolutely could not stand being around his family for a moment longer, and James was getting more settled with his studies, an Remus was dating that prefect prick from Ravenclaw and was exceedingly elusive from Marauders nights out.  This was so obviously taken on one of those aforementioned nights out that it’s comical.  Sirius’s hair is as long as it’s ever been— touching the tops of his shoulders— and he’s chugging down a fruity, pink concoction— the type  that Rosmerta was always cooking up for them— hand over fist, and he’s got on puppy ears and a fake nose. In layman’s terms he looks like a complete and total pillock. Drunk off his ass so much so that you can see the stars in his eyes even through the clunky glasses he had stolen from James— convinced that he was sporting them for purely esthetic reasons and not because the knob is actually as blind as a bloody bat— and his finger is pointed and mouth is open in the way it always is when he’s ranting about something or the other.

It’s perhaps the only photograph in history where Sirius isn’t looking his typical, jaw dropping gorgeous self.

There’s about a thousand different retorts he wants to scribble on a spare parchment and  shoot right back to James— ranging from nasty to downright despicable— but then he catches the familiar peal of laughter coming from behind him. He’s not surprised when he sees Remus—beautiful, ingenuous, perfect Remus who’s physically incapable of taking a photograph less than effortlessly lovely, even while pissed— peering over his shoulder in utter amusement.

“Oh My God I need to ask James to send me one of the hundreds of copies he surely has.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Sirius retorts darkly.

“I’ll use an enlarging charm and hang it up above the mantel, for prosperity. The one time Sirius looks the way he acts,” he moves his hand over an invisible marquee and looks so damn smug that Sirius could kiss him, and in fact, that’s exactly what he does.

“I hate him,” is all he says afterwards, once he’s pulled away.

“I can’t believe that’s you!” Remus continues with eyes full of mirth.

“I want to banish him, no. No I want to banish all of them. All of our friends, we can make knew ones Moons. I mean look at us! We’re a catch!” He tosses the letters onto the newly acquired sofa as if they have personally affronted  him and all he stands for.

“ Oh brilliant idea love.”

“That sounds like your sarcastic voice Moons.”

“No, you’ve got my full support. this’s our castle Pads, we can banish whom ever we like,” Remus balances on his tiptoes,  and smacks an exasperated kiss onto his cheek. Sirius can barely contain the glee that’s dancing in his eyes at the thought of this being their own personal castle— a fortress just for the pair of them to escape within—  causing another swell of fondness to pound in his chest.

“Well maybe we can give’m another chance,” he relents, melting into how Remus’s locked his arms around his neck, and is smiling up at him with all the love in the world shining unadulteratedly in his lovely eyes. “I mean they did help us move all those boxes and all.”

Remus hums his agreement while he presses his forehead against his own, endlessly endeared.

“What a generous king,” He goads, words hugged with fondness. 

“Ooo, I like that, call me that in bed and I might bless you with my royal sector.”

Remus thumps his nose, “Your more tolerable when you don’t speak and just stand there being pretty.”

“Aw, you think I’m pretty Moonykins?”

Remus shakes his head ruefully, the smile on his face one that Sirius knows well— one that means he’s reluctantly endeared. “Dork.”

“Plonker.”

There lips meet for another kiss and it feels like all the resplendence in the galaxy being distilled between just the two of them.

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A Night on the Town [Rafael Barba x OC]

Mayans MC has been consuming my life recently, so I've mostly been posting SOA/Mayans content, but SVU's Rafael Barba took my fanfic virginity, so I wanted to post another Barba piece.

I am currently working on a very long Barba x OC fanfic (it currently stands at about 50,000 words) but I don't want to post any of it until it's done because I would feel so bad if I never finished it. I wrote this smutty little chapter, but I can't really fit into the larger piece anywhere right now, so I figured I'd post it as a standalone. I'm leaving it as my OC, Dahlia, because that's who I wrote it for.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut (seriously, the whole thing is smut); language; alcohol use; unwanted advances | Words: 3,575

Dahlia picked up the cell phone buzzing on the table and grinned to see the caller ID flashing “Sonny Carisi”.

“Sonny!” she exclaimed as she answered it. Rafael chuckled from the couch. He couldn’t imagine why anyone would actively want to be friends with Sonny, who grated his every last nerve; but to be fair, Dahlia was one of the friendliest people he knew, so he figured it was probably just him that was easily annoyed by Sonny’s overeager personality. He knew that Dahlia didn’t have too many friends in the city, besides her sister, so he was glad that she could talk to Sonny.

“Um, yes!” Dahlia said excitedly. “That sounds so fun!” There was a pause, punctuated by Dahlia’s quiet mhmm’s and yeah’s. Then, “Well, I don’t know if he’ll want to, but I’ll ask.”

Rafael groaned quietly. What was she going to try to rope him into? He’d had a long week and he really wanted nothing more than a calm night on the couch. He heard her put the phone back on the counter. He looked up at her, his eyebrow already quirked as she came around the couch to stand in front of him, hand planted on her hip. She smiled at him sweetly; so sweetly he could practically see the halo around her head. He was in for trouble.

“What?” he asked amusedly.

“Sonny and Amanda are going out to this new bar in Williamsburg, and they asked if we would like to join them,” she told him matter-of-factly.

Rafael sighed. “Mi amor, I’m so tired. It’s been a long week. I definitely think you should go if you want to, but I don’t know if I have it in me,” he said, watching her face for any sign of disappointment. There were none, which was strange. Dahlia was not good at hiding her emotions. One of his favorite things about her was how open she was with her feelings. So, this either meant that she wasn’t disappointed, or that he was about to lose a battle that hadn’t even started. He grimaced at the thought.

Suddenly, Dahlia was climbing over him on the couch, planting her knees and straddling his hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, all of her movements languid, which Rafael knew meant she was feeling some kind of way. She put on a pout and Rafael groaned, knowing he was doomed.

“It’s just so much more fun when we’re together, Rafa,” she whined. Her hips shifted a little in his lap and it immediately sent a jolt to his groin.

“No fair, niñita,” he mumbled, throwing his head back. He ran a cursory hand over her side, coming to rest on her ass.

Dahlia leaned forward so her lips were pressed against his ear. “I was planning on wearing a new dress that I think you’ll like,” she murmured, and Rafael shivered. “And if you come with me, I promise to make it worth your while.” She pulled back a little and when Rafael brought his eyes back down to meet hers, she was wearing a smirk that he desperately wanted to wipe off her face. His eyes flashed intensely, the green seeming brighter than usual, and Dahlia knew she had him. Honestly, she knew she had him before she even sat down, but she also never wanted to underestimate Rafael Barba.

Twenty minutes later, they were in their bedroom, Rafael trying (and mostly failing) to keep his hands off of Dahlia as she got ready. She had been right about the dress, he did like it, very much. It was a short, lemon yellow number, something Dahlia had called “fit & flare”, and in combination with her bright red hair, Rafael knew she’d be attracting all sorts of attention. Not that he minded. Whenever they went out, he thoroughly enjoyed watching other men’s faces after she came to sit on his lap or pulled him in by the lapels for a kiss.

He watched as she pulled on a pair of nude platform wedges and had to physically sit on his hands on the bed to stop himself from running a hand up her legs. She shut herself in the bathroom for a few moments to touch up her makeup. Rafael was, thankfully, still dressed from work, so he didn’t have to change, which would have made this battle a little more difficult for Dahlia. He re-buttoned his navy, pinstripe waistcoat and slipped his shoes back on, still not entirely ready to be back on the town after the day he’d had.

In the cab, Dahlia clung tightly to his arm, and he relished in the warmth coming from her. She was oddly quiet, staring directly ahead with a look of thorough concentration on her face.

“You alright?” he asked her quietly.

She glanced at him, then down at her lap. When she looked back at him again, she was grinning.

“I told you I’d make this worth your while, right?”

Rafael raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“Do you trust me?” she asked. Rafael narrowed his eyes but nodded. She held her hand out. “I need to see your phone for a minute.” Rafael’s heart thrummed. Dahlia had never once touched his phone, and he had no idea what she was about to do. Not that he was worried; he had nothing to hide from her. He just didn’t like being confused. He unlocked his phone and handed it to her. She quickly turned away from him, shielding what she was doing with her back. A few moments later, she was handing the phone back, and an app he had never seen was open on his screen.

Rafael stared at it in confusion. He looked back up at Dahlia for clarification, and she was grinning wickedly at him. She glanced up at the cabbie for a moment, then leaned into murmur to Rafael, “This controls the vibrator that I’m wearing tonight.”

Rafael’s face remained mostly controlled, but Dahlia saw the slight flexing of his jaw and she smirked at him again. His eyes flashed hot and she knew she had done well. He glanced down at the phone, then back up at Dahlia, his thumb sliding over the control button in the app. He watched her vigilantly as he pressed down, and a shudder racked through Dahlia, biting down on her lower lip.

Rafael grinned roguishly. “Oh, mi amor, you have definitely made this worthwhile,” he growled.

Dahlia winked at him, then put a hand gently on his arm. “I haven’t used this in public before, so I don’t know how well I’m going to be able to hide it.”

“I won’t overdo it.”

Just then, the cab pulled up outside of the bar, and Rafael helped Dahlia out, a million questions running through his mind. How long has she had this? Has she been sitting on this idea for a while? This is something she actively wants to do? She was handing over complete control to him all night long, in public, and while Dahlia preferred a more submissive role in the bedroom, this seemed to be something of a departure from her preferred turn-ons. Rafael realized the level of trust that she was giving him and he was determined not to take advantage.

The bar was in an old, nondescript building with exposed brick behind peeling paint. A small neon sign and a few small clumps of people smoking outside heralded their arrival, otherwise Rafael might have missed it completely. They made their way inside, and Rafael noted a few heads already turning to glance at Dahlia as they passed. He bit back a grin. Maybe this night would be fun after all.

They found Sonny and Amanda almost immediately, at a cozy table near the back corner of the bar. The inside was one long room, with a bar that ran the length of the building up one side, and booths and tables down the other. The whole place was decorated with bistro lights hung from the ceiling and palm trees scattered all around. It was loud inside, dance music pulsing out of the speakers, and the drone of drunk patrons talking and laughing. Fortunately, it was a little quieter at the table Sonny and Amanda had grabbed, but not by much.

“Dahlia! Barba!” Sonny called in greeting as they approached the table. He and Amanda both rose to hug Dahlia and each shook Rafael’s hand, not daring to touch him more than that. It always amused Dahlia how afraid people seemed to be of Rafael. But if she was being completely honest, it was kind of a turn-on.

When Sonny turned to Amanda to ask her something, Dahlia glanced up at Rafael from the cocktail menu. “Scotch, guapo?” He nodded at her with a smile and she excused herself to the bar. He couldn’t help but stare as she walked away, her hips swaying beneath the swinging of her dress. She leaned forward a little on the bar, trying to track down the bartender, and Rafael exhaled hard at the slight lifting of her hem. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it to stare down at the app. He spied the pulse setting, turned the intensity down, not wanting to startle her too much, then pressed the button.

He watched as Dahlia’s entire body stiffened, her head whirling around the glare at him. But he saw the playful smile on her lips and winked at her. He watched as she turned away, but crossed her legs at the calves, clenching her thighs. He didn’t notice the fascination with which Sonny and Amanda stared at him staring at Dahlia.

By the time Dahlia returned to the table, carrying Rafael’s scotch and her own Aviation, Sonny had pulled Rafael’s attention into a conversation about their most recent case. Dahlia watched as Sonny engaged with Rafael with his usual vigor and friendliness and smiled to herself as Rafael responded shortly and with just a hint of condescension. He was nothing if not consistent, and he was consistently her grouchy, self-assured man. She set his scotch on the table in front of him, then sat, chatting with Amanda about work and how Jesse was doing. Eventually, conversations converged, and Rafael was able to turn his attention back to Dahlia. He gazed at her for a moment, before sliding his hand into his pocket and hitting the button again. Dahlia’s body tensed again and she exhaled hard, dropping her forehead on her palm, elbow propped on the table.

“You ok, doll?” Sonny asked curiously. Amanda turned to look at Dahlia too and Rafael noticed the flush creeping across her cheeks.

She flashed them a smile that was all teeth and choked out, “I’m fine. Just… cramps.”

Rafael bit back a laugh. He slid his hand over to her thigh and gave it a squeeze, thoroughly enjoying watching her squirm. She looked at him and rolled her eyes, before crossing her legs tightly, knees stacked. Rafael watched as she took a deep breath and her muscles finally relaxed. He pressed the button again and observed a very different response from Dahlia this time around. Her eyes blinked heavily and she bit her lower lip, breathing a sigh that only Rafael could hear. She shifted in her seat and gazed at him hungrily. As Sonny held Amanda’s attention in the background, Dahlia picked her phone up off the table and pulled up her texts to Rafael.

DR: Te deseo, Rafa. No se si puedo esperar hasta que llegamos a casa. (I want you, Rafa. I don’t know if I can wait until we get home.)

When the phone buzzed in Rafael’s pocket, he pulled it out to look. He let out a low whistle, impressed with Dahlia’s multitasking capabilities. She had already turned her attention back to the conversation at the table, chatting happily as if she hadn’t just sent a dirty text to her boyfriend who also happened to be getting her all riled up.

He swallowed hard, considering how he wanted to play this. His fingers flew over his phone as he typed out his response.

RB: Well, you’ll just have to, querida. I want you to have plenty of time to think about all the ways I’m going to have you when we get home.

Dahlia glanced down to scan the incoming text and Rafael watched vigilantly as his words sunk in

and she shivered. She turned briefly to make eye contact with him, a sly look on her face. She turned away to face Amanda, declaring, “I love this song!” She grabbed Amanda’s hand and they made their way towards the center of the bar where a throng of bodies had already started gathering as the night wore on. Rafael looked on as Amanda and Dahlia danced carelessly through a few songs, their bodies flush against one another. Seeing the way Dahlia moved, and knowing what she was hiding from everyone but him, turned him on immensely, and he used every ounce of self-control he had to turn his mind away from the fact that he was half-hard.

Sonny turned to glance at Rafael with a laugh. “They look like they’re having a good time,” he chuckled, taking another sip of his beer. Rafael grinned. Dahlia glanced back to their table and winked at him. She looked dazzling to Rafael, her hair and dress shifting colors under the bar lights, her smile wide and radiant. She knew he wouldn’t join her on the dance floor, and so she teased him. Well, he could tease her right back, couldn’t he?

His phone in hand, Rafael turned the setting up one notch and held the control button down for a few long seconds. His eyes followed Dahlia, who had her back pressed against Amanda as they danced, as she bit her lower lip, her eyes fluttering, her hand traveling down as though she might touch herself then and there. Rafael felt another twitch in his pants, imagining her grinding against him that way. Dahlia appeared to suddenly remember where she was and straightened up a little, concealing her movements as dancing. But she shot a playful glare at Rafael, who tipped his head towards her. Dahlia turned towards Amanda and said something in her ear, then Amanda returned to the table as Dahlia headed back to the bar.

“Dahlia’s got this round,” Amanda offered as she slumped breathlessly in her chair. She turned to Rafael and added playfully, “You’ve got your hands full with that one, Barba.”

He smirked at her. “Don’t I know it,” he agreed. His gaze traveled back to Dahlia. She finished speaking to the bartender, who turned away, and Rafael’s eyes narrowed as she was approached by a guy who openly leered at her. He looked to be about Dahlia’s age, in very tight jeans and a fitted flannel shirt. Rafael snorted to himself at the beanie the guy was wearing. He looked like a try-hard, the kind of guy Dahlia could eat alive. Dahlia had turned to face him as he spoke to her and Rafael could see her shaking her head at him, smiling, trying to let him down easy. The guy appeared not to be taking no for an answer, and Rafael felt a flicker of anger lighting inside him. But before he could make a move, Dahlia was waltzing back towards him, holding a few beer bottles by their necks and another glass of scotch in her other hand. The man at the bar appeared to follow her, but Dahlia quickly dropped their drinks on the table, then seated herself in Rafael’s lap, where he immediately wound an arm around her waist protectively. He glared at the man, who scowled and changed course back towards the end of the bar.

Only then did Rafael realize that his turned-on girlfriend was sitting (and doing some almost imperceptible grinding) on his lap. His hand slipped to the hem of her dress as she returned to conversation with Sonny and Amanda as if nothing was amiss. Teasingly, he let his fingers wander along the inside of her thighs. When he reached her center, he clenched his jaw at the damp heat radiating off of her. He hastily withdrew his hand and slammed back the rest of his scotch.

“Amor, I’m sorry, I just remembered that I agreed to prep a motion for O’Dwyer,” he lied effortlessly. “Would it be alright if we head home?”

Dahlia glanced over her shoulder at him, an impish grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Of course, baby,” she cooed. She turned back to Amanda and Sonny, who both studied her skeptically.

“Thank you for the invite, this was so fun!” she exclaimed, hopping off Rafael’s lap. “We’ll have to do it again soon,” she added, pressing quick kisses to Amanda and Sonny’s cheeks in turn. They waved their goodbyes as Dahlia practically dragged Rafael out of the bar.

As they stood waiting for a taxi, Dahlia wound her hands around his neck, crashing her lips onto his frantically. Rafael did his best to keep up with her, noting the way she moved her hips against his. It took every bit of his strength not to start something right there on the sidewalk. Blessedly, he saw a taxi coming and flagged it down, nudging Dahlia into the backseat.

She was like a woman possessed, and by the time they stumbled into their apartment, Rafael was tearing at her clothes, eager for some release after a night of teasing. He pushed her up against the wall in their entryway, his lips locked on hers, his hands slithering up her thighs and grabbing her ass possessively.

“Do you know how hard it was to look at you bent over the bar in this dress?” he growled into the slope of her neck.

“How hard, Rafa?” she panted, working the buckle on his belt.

He grabbed one of her hands forcefully and pressed it against the bulge straining in his dress slacks. “That hard.”

Dahlia shuddered, her breath coming heavy and hot against his ear, as she finally managed to undo his belt and the zipper on his pants with her free hand. With a low moan, she pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his legs and ran her fingertips nimbly up the length of his cock. Every muscle in her body trembled with tension, her pussy clenching repeatedly, aching for some kind of release.

Rafael nipped hard at her neck, loving the breathy whimpers his mouth elicited from her. He tugged the waist of her dress up and she lifted her arms so he could pull it over her head and toss it to the side. He made quick work of her bra, and yanked her red panties down to her ankles. He lifted them up on one of his fingers and leered at her with a smirk.

“These were a good investment,” he mused, before tossing them to the side as well.

He grabbed Dahlia’s shoulders roughly and turned her so her heaving chest was pressed flush against the wall. He ran his hands gingerly down the curve of her spine before landing a sharp smack on her ass. Her breathing hitched and turned into a whine as Rafael spanked her again. He ran a slow finger between her legs finding her slick between her folds. He had to have her.

While Rafael considered himself a very generous lover, and always made it a point to take his time with foreplay, he needed to be inside her, a need that gnawed at the edge of his consciousness as he lined himself up with her entrance. His left hand snaked around to grab at her throat, applying a little pressure as he thrust himself into her. A loud whimper spilled over her lips as his right hand found its way to her clit, rubbing firm circles as she rocked against his hand.

After a long night of teasing, Dahlia was already on edge. It didn’t take long for Rafael’s clever fingers to push her over. She came hard, wailing his name with her cheek pressed harshly against the wall, clamping down on his cock inside her. The increase in pressure around him had Rafael reeling; he buried himself deep inside her a few more times until he came, grunting her name, interspersed with a string of profanities. He collapsed against her back, working to even out his breathing.

“Fuck, Raf,” she huffed. “I’ve been thinking about you doing that since the first time you hit that goddamn button.”

Rafael chuckled, wincing slightly as he pulled out of Dahlia. She turned to face him, resting her shoulders against the cool wall as her hips swayed forward. She pushed her hair haphazardly out of her flushed face, her eyes sparkling in satisfaction.

“Shower?” she purred, feeling the stickiness dripping between her thighs. She ran a finger teasingly down Rafael’s chest.

He eyed her greedily, need still simmering in his belly. “Oh, we’re not done yet, mi amor. I promised to have you multiple ways, and I am nothing if not a man of my word.”

Dahlia’s eyes widened as Rafael wrapped his arms around her hips. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, yelping as he carried her purposefully to their bedroom for a little more fun.

[ninereadytoanswer]

darker yllz gets lan wangji, protected lan zhan edition (notfic)

Inspired by an older idea I was rereading:

One of those verses where lan wangji is promised in some deal to a darker yllz. It’s also one of those verses where lwj is of some verse-contained category that in the verse culture is supposed to be kept sheltered and protected - he’s a submissive in that kind of d/s au, or an omega in that kind of omegaverse (or an alpha in that kind of omegaverse), etc.

So lwj isn’t there when he’s promised away. And, in this one, the Lans have no intentions of going through with their end of the deal. (Of course lying is forbidden and one must keep promises and act honorably, but things are different when dealing with someone like the Yiling Patriarch. He is outside the bounds of decency, and so decency does not apply to a negotiation with him. And just look at what he asked, that only shows how true this is. And they have no intention of letting their pure Second Young Master Lan anywhere near him). 

They also don’t tell lwj about any of this. Things like this are not his affair. (Xichen has mixed feelings about that. One the one hand, it seems not right to leave his brother so completely unknowing about something so relevant and importantly so to him. On the other hand, it’s his younger brother, of course he wants his little brother to be safe and happy, not getting distressed (and pointlessly distressed, of course they’re going to protect him) with such terrible world-complicated matters.) The Lans do impose some extra restriction on him, and some extra guards. They don’t tell him why. It is made obvious to him, when he notices and tries to ask, that it’s not his place to ask or be told.

So Lan Wangji is in his rooms, alone but for guards just outside, when the Yiling Patriarch comes to the Cloud Recesses to take what he was promised. 

He’s come prepared. He has talismans and arrays ready to take down wards. His own sort of forces (and perhaps a few tricks here and there) to handle the more human kind of resistance. (He isn’t actually planning to kill anyone, this time. The non-lethal version should suffice for a demonstration and to get him what he wants, and it’ll be better for his early days with his new... acquisition, and it’s a threat to hold for any next time or more serious transgression. (He’ll probably lose more of his corpses, this way, and need more, to keep everyone down, but he doesn’t care about that, and it’s not a problem for him.))

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Lan Zhan doesn’t know what’s happening. It’s very apparent that something is happening. He heard more disciples coming, and conversation he couldn’t make out, and now there’s guards actually in the room with him. (Or maybe, depending on timing, he’s even very quickly escorted to yet another building, more hidden and secure?) The disciples still don’t answer his questions. Before too much longer, he can overhear screaming, shouts, sounds of fighting. He’s incredibly alarmed, incredibly worried, he wants to know what’s happening. The guard disciples tell him in no uncertain terms to stay where he is. They will enforce this, if they have to.

But the sounds of fighting only get closer. Until finally they’re obviously just outside the room, and he can hear the guard disciples as they engage - someone. And he can hear bodies hitting the floor. (The disciples are fine, are on the floor in the alive and held down sense, but he doesn’t know this, one way or another). Then suddenly it’s quiet. The door opens.

The Yiling Patriarch comes in alone. Saunters in, really, black robes and red in his hair and dark power dense and choking around him. He has his flute in his hand but not at his mouth right then. The guard disciples left in the room run at him; he swats them aside with barely a wave and resentful energy holds them down. He catches sight of Lan Wangji. He smiles. 

Lan Zhan isn’t sure if he should - try to get away somehow, at least try to retreat further into the room (that doesn’t seem like it’s going to help at all. And also - he can’t help but notice the way this man is looking at him - if this man is here for him he doesn’t want to be the cause or prolonging what’s happening), or try to charge at the man himself (that doesn’t seem likely to help either). He ends up just standing there. But - no, he can do better than that, he decides. Whatever is going to happen he can - at least control himself. For - however long he might have left. If that’s what’s happening.

He composes himself. Bows in greeting. He wasn’t expecting visitors, he says, and doesn’t have tea ready, but if his guest wants to sit down, he can begin to make it and have it ready shortly.

The Yiling Patriarch laughs. (Oh, he chose well, he thinks). Ah, he says, your sect did instruct you well, at least, when they decided to go back on their word and keep you from me. 

Lan Wangji is not someone who is generally very expressive in his face, and he is actively trying to be composed. But his reaction at that is enough for the Yiling Patriarch to notice it. What, he says, did they not consult you? Did you have a different strategy in mind? ...It becomes apparent, after a few such statements, that Lan Wangji has no idea what he’s talking about. Oh, the Yiling Patriarch says. Oh they didn’t tell you at all, did they. Oh, they shut you in this room and surrounded you with guards and put up their wards and drew swords at me, and they didn’t even tell you anything at all.

Lan Zhan wants to know what is going on. What this man who invaded his home, who - (drew their swords, he just says, and Lan Zhan tries not to think about disciples he knows, about his Uncle, his brother, drawing swords and being cut down). What he is so obviously not saying. And asking his disciple guards had never worked, but this man is someone else. And is not like he will lose anything, really, by asking. So he bows again, and continues his tea service. And asks.

And the Yiling Patriarch tells him. Tells him who he is. Tells him about the agreement his clan and his family made. Tells him what they promised. Tells him how they went back on this agreement.

Lan Zhan listens. At first he - doesn’t believe it, can’t believe it. Something like that would violate he isn’t even sure how many precepts of the Lan Sect. The Lan elders would never agree. His brother would never agree. 

The man does not sound like he is lying (but would Lan Wangji be able to tell, with a man like this one appears to be). And there is no reason for him to lie - if he wanted to come in here for no reason and take Lan Wangji captive, carry him away, it is very clear at this point that he could do just that. (It’s been minutes now, longer, and no one else has come. Lan Zhan tries not to think about why that might be.)

But the final piece comes from the disciple guards who'd been in the room. They’re still in the room, held down but not unconscious. And he can see them, when the Yiling Patriarch describes the sequence of events he claims brought them here. He can see the way they react. It is not the way someone would react to hearing an outrageous lie. (It is the way someone might react hearing a truth that they are, perhaps to some extent, uncomfortable with. Ashamed of.)

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Lan Zhan swallows. Looks at his ‘guest’. ‘What did you do to them’, he asks. (Perhaps it’s an injudicious question. But he doesn’t think the man will kill him for something he says, not after all the effort to - obtain him. And he’ll bear whatever other punishment, to know.)

Oh, don’t worry, Yiling Laozu tells him, looking over at the disciples still on the floor. Anyone who was alive before he came should still be alive now. And he has no plans to change that. There’ll be some punishments in order, but they’ll survive them.

He doesn’t know if that’s true either. But the disciples here are alive, even after they directly attacked the Patriarch. And again, there’s no reason to lie to him, not really. And if it even might be true - he knows what he needs to do.

Lan Wangji goes to his knees in front of the Patriarch. Bows as low as he can, forehead to the ground. He apologizes deeply and intensely, he says, for what has happened. He wants to give indemnity for what his clan has done. He will go with the Yiling Patriarch, however the Patriarch demands. He begs that the Patriarch might have mercy on his family and sect. 

(He can hear some sounds and expressions of objection, fury, from the fallen disciples. He ignores it. The Yiling Patriarch has come to take him, and there is nothing he or any of them can do about it, and he is not going to gain anything by being dragged kicking and screaming, and all he can do is try to help his family in the last moments he has here, and this is what he can do. And it is not as though the Patriarch could not achieve the same aim by taking basically anyone here hostage for it. Let alone Lan Zhan’s own family. Who - if he told the truth - are still here. And who the Patriarch must be especially angry with.)

The Yiling Patriarch looks at him. Smiles, maybe a different smile. (Oh, he thinks, yes he has chosen very well.) Good, he says. He is glad to see that at least one Lan has honor. And perhaps sense as well. Get up, he says. And come with me.

Lan Wangji stands up. Straightens his robes, makes sure his headpiece is in its place. Tries to restrain himself from taking a final look around the room, or at least from lingering too much in it. And he goes where he’s told.

Walking through the Cloud Recesses is - very unpleasant. Not only because it is full of corpses, the traces of fighting, full of disciples, some with torn robes or injures, struggling against them and being forced down. But also because of how people look at him, as he walks, with the Patriarch, going where he instructs. But at least it shows that the Patriarch told the truth. All of the Lans and disciples he sees are alive, and he doesn’t see any bodies (not any that weren’t obviously already dead), or the large, awful bloodstains where bodies may have been, and none of the corpses look like anyone he knows, none of them wear Lan robes or ribbons.

He continues walking where he’s told.

[imagineaworlds]

I Love You (Part Forty-Six) -- Aaron Hotchner

Written By: @desperately-bisexual

Request: None.

Warnings: SMUT!! Cursing. Dom/sub relationship. Sir kink. Phone(?)/Skype sex. Mutual masturbation.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word Count: 11,148

Timeline: Two weeks after part forty-five.

I did everything I could possibly think of in order to make Hotch stay with me instead of going to the Middle East, all the way up to the point when he was getting on the plane. I went to him with case files every time I caught him packing in the bedroom. I thought that if I asked him for enough help since I was just getting back to work, I’d come off as a completely lost doe that needed coddling with cases and reports. I wasn’t, of course. Taking one look at most of these cases, I could deduce who the Unsub was without having to consult with the local PD further. As for the reports, they were pretty standard, too. But I was desperate for Aaron to stay, so I made an attempt to make it seem like I needed him there or else I was completely helpless. Unfortunately, Hotch saw right through me. He knew what I was up to, and he knew that I was just playing dumb, when, in reality, I would never ask for his help in a million years because I was always adamant about doing stuff like this on my own.

So, I had to get more creative. I started hiding his stuff. He would leave to go buy something or pick up dinner, and I would race to hide his suitcases or clothes in my car in the garage. He always found them, though. My last resort was practically dangling the black box in front of his face. I started lounging around in the bedroom, the black box just casually sitting in plain view—or sometimes, I’d even pull out a toy to have it just be there next to my thighs. I was practically begging him to punish me. I was giving him every reason in the world to just tie me up and leave me there until he missed his flight.

Yet, the only time he ever gave in to that ploy was when he came home to find me naked on the bed, my legs spread, nipple clamps hanging from my chest, a dildo thrusting in and out of me. When I cried out Sean’s name as a joke, Aaron wasn’t having it. He locked the door behind himself, stormed over to the black box, grabbed a length of rope, then proceeded to tie my wrists over my head. He pulled the toy out of me without any hesitation, and within an instant, he had his pants pushed down, and he was hovering over me.

“Fucking brat,” he growled in my ear as he thrusted into me.

I tried apologizing since I knew the Sean thing was a bad idea in hindsight, but he didn’t want to hear it. All he did was wrap his hand around my neck and gently squeeze until I whimpered submissively. By the time he was done fucking me, he had forced about three orgasms out of me while insisting that he was the only one who could make me feel that good. Not that I argued with that. He was entirely right, and we both knew it, but I poked the possessive button, and he fucking lost it. He wasn’t focused on anything but proving a point to me. The point was fairly simple, too. It was to say, “You’re mine. Only mine. No one else’s. The only name you should ever be screaming is mine.” And I did. I screamed his name as I tugged at the restraints and begged for mercy.

And then he still left.

The only person in the world who could love me, understand me, hear me, and fuck me the way he did was suddenly gone. I was all alone. I mean, of course I still had Jack and baby Emily, and the team was there, too, but it was so different. Everything just felt like it was falling apart so fast. I was furious. I was sad. I was confused. I felt entirely lost and lonely without him constantly around. And every time I looked at Jack—a blonde, but still spitting image of his father—my heart wrenched a bit, I didn’t know how I was supposed to do this without him. Raising Jack and Emily simultaneously while still going to work—and who knew what was going on with that now that Hotch was gone. It ultimately boiled down to the fact that the team had to go on a few cases without me. Between Emily getting sick and Jack’s soccer games and practices, I was struggling. I didn’t understand how Hotch did it as a single parent after Haley left him and before I met him.

Saying goodbye to him at the airport was one of the hardest things I ever had to do in my life. Watching him hold Emily in his arms, playing with her as she giggled and squirmed, then saying goodbye to her… It tore me apart. I remember feeling this chill run through my body before the tears started to well. I didn’t stop myself from crying. In fact, I didn’t even hide in Morgan’s chest to keep Hotch from seeing just how distraught I was. I wanted to know that this choice Hotch made was breaking me. I begged him to stay—I begged him to choose his family over work, something I never thought I would have to do in our relationship. And yet, he chose work over the baby we just had. For the shortest moment, as I stood there with the kids and the team, watching as Hotch boarded the private military plane, I felt like Haley.

After he landed in… Well, wherever it was that they had stationed him, we started calling each other every single day. Sometimes he could afford to talk to me and Jack for hours on end, but most of the time he could only talk for a couple of minutes—maybe even just a few seconds to say something along the lines of: “I’m so sorry, baby, I can’t talk today. I love you.” And then he would hang up before I could say anything. Those days were the worst. At least sometimes I got to see his face over Skype, and I could see that he was safe. He was dirty and tired most of the time, but he was alive, and that was what mattered.

Then, things at work started getting complicated for me, too, which made it hard to find time to talk to Hotch. Because of the time differences, I was always working when he was free, and vice versa. It came down to the fact that I was having to sneak in the calls in the janitor’s closet during lunch, which meant that he had to be up around 2AM or so just to hear my voice or see my face. We made it work, though. We called, and we talked about how much we missed each other, and I told him everything about the changes at the BAU.

Since Hotch left and Prentiss died, we had to fill spots on the team. JJ expedited the process to become a profiler by taking the courses at lightning speed and getting special permission from both Section Chief Strauss and Cody, the Director—which took some effort on my end, pulling some strings I had with him. Rossi was made lead profiler, Garcia was invited to sit in on the case readings more often, and I was… Well, Hotch didn’t need to know that quite yet. The timing just wasn’t right.

“Hey, sunshine,” Morgan said, running down the stairs. I craned my neck back against the couch, looking upside down to see that he wasn’t carrying Emily anymore. He must’ve set her down to sleep in her crib.

“Hey.”

“The little devil’s sleeping.”

“Figured.” I sat back up straight and went back to reviewing the case I was consulting on. “Thanks, by the way.”

“Anytime.” He came around the couch to grab one of his bags from the floor. “Hey, I’m headed to the gym. Do you wanna join me?” I shook my head. “You sure?”

“Yeah. JJ’s got me knee deep in consultations, so I need to keep going until I burn out.”

He squinted at me, a warning that we both knew that it was a bad idea. But it was better if I just kept my mind busy. Sitting around, doing nothing—or even going to work out while talking to Morgan or listening to music—was just going to tear me apart, because all I could think about nowadays was Hotch. I was beginning to forget the way he felt. I couldn’t forget his smell since he was practically everywhere in our house, but his skin against mine… I missed holding his hand, pressing my lips to his, running my hands through his hair, holding his face—Stop. See, that was exactly what I meant. If I wasn’t just keeping my head down and working on cases, then I was practically falling apart.

“Alright,” he finally gave in with a shrug. “I’ll be back in about two hours.”

“Or you could just… go back to your house,” I offered with a playful smile.

He matched my smile while winking and shaking his head. “Not quite yet, sugar. See ya.”

I waved with the back of my hand in his direction, hearing the door open then close shortly after. When he was gone, I relaxed, looking up from my paperwork in order to stare at the wall for a moment. I missed him. I missed my husband more than anything in the world. It had only been two weeks, and yet I never thought I could miss anyone this much. I didn’t even miss Elle to this extent—and she was my own flesh and blood. Did that make me a bad person? Maybe…

My phone suddenly buzzed with a text from Jessica, letting me know that she could pick up Jack on her way to our house so that I wouldn’t have to. I picked up my phone long enough to thank her. She really didn’t have to keep going above and beyond like this for us, but I was eternally grateful for everything she had done for us. I could say it a thousand times. I was grateful that she wanted to still be a part of our family after her sister’s death, and that she still wanted to lend a helping hand with my daughter that was in no way related to her. She was always kind like that. It set her apart from Haley ever since I met them; but I would have never admitted that to anyone now that Haley was gone.

Knowing that I had about another hour or two until the house would be full again, I decided to see if I could sneak in a call with Hotch. It was late enough there that his camp was either asleep or in full gear, ready to go out to do whatever it was their job was out there. I think the not knowing was the hardest part. I didn’t know if he was just training guys out there, or if he was hunting terrorists like Emily did before joining the BAU, or if he was on the front lines where he was facing the barrel of a gun every single day. I never knew whether or not I should have been concerned. He couldn’t tell me, and he was always the one person I struggled to profile whenever he closed himself off from me—which was why I absolutely hated it when he kept secrets from me, and that was why we made our deal to never withhold anything from one another ever again. But this was different. He was bound by duty and law to say nothing to me, and I couldn’t fault him for that.

I grabbed my computer and settled it on my thighs as I opened up Skype and started calling him. It hardly dialed three times before he answered. There was a slight buffer where he was frozen just as his camera turned on, but at least I could see his smile and his scratchy beard that was ever so slowly growing in.

“Hi, baby,” I greeted.

“Hey,” Hotch answered, “let me grab some headphones real quick.” He was digging in his bag under his cot in search of the pair of headphones I made him pack for this reason specifically. When he found them buried at the bottom of his bag, he sat back down on his cot, leaned against the fragile wall of his tent, and plugged the headphones in. “That’s better,” he sighed with relief. “Let me hear your voice, baby.”

I smiled. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you…”

“Don’t stop,” he begged.

I winked at him. “How are you?”

“Tired. Bored. I miss you so much…”

I wished just then that I could hold him and kiss him. I felt this uncontrollable urge to somehow jump through the screen and fall into his arms. If I had him in front of me for even a moment, I would have thrown my arms around his neck and I would have refused to ever let go again. No matter how hard he would try to pry me off, I wouldn’t’ve released him. I would have hugged him until my arms would grow numb and my legs would give out. Even then, I think I still would have held on.

“Where’s everyone?” he asked.

I glanced over my shoulder at the empty house. “Emily’s napping upstairs, Jessica’s at the grocery store, Jack’s at school, and Morgan’s at the gym.”

Derek Morgan, as much as I loved him, was hovering too much. Since Hotch left, Morgan had decided to practically move in with us, choosing to sleep on our couch rather than his bed in his own house. I tried asking him once if there was any reason in particular that he was suddenly living in our house, and he insisted that it was to help out with Emily while Hotch was gone. While I did believe him, I also knew that there was more to it than that, but I always decided to not pry. Having Morgan around to help me and Jessica with the kids was a huge help, one that I honestly couldn’t turn down. He was so good with Emily, and even better with Jack. He was going above and beyond to help Jessica to make sure that I didn’t even have to lift a finger, even though I wanted to help. Morgan told me that my only job was to sit there, look pretty, do my work, and spend time with my kids. That was it. But now he was hovering more, and it felt like how Hotch was when I was pregnant. If I even tried approaching the stairs, Morgan was right there to make sure I wouldn’t suddenly fall. Even worse was how, in the field, Morgan was guarding me more with his body like he was ready to take a bullet for me at any moment. It was really, really weird, but I hadn’t found a way to confront him about it yet.

Hotch settled on his cot some more, the camera shaking as he did so. “What’s new since Sunday?” he asked me.

“Oh, boy,” I chuckled. “Derek’s going to be the bane of my existence, I swear.”

“Still bad?”

I nodded. “I’m almost tempted to just drive him back to his house and tie him to the radiator or something.” Hotch laughed in response. “I’m serious. He’s taking this godfather thing a little too serious, Aaron.”

“He means well.”

“I know he does.” I rolled my eyes. “But we hardly get moments like this anymore where the two of us can talk because if Jack’s not running about, then Morgan’s hovering to make sure I haven’t broken a bone while just sitting here.”

“Well, have you?” he asked sarcastically.

I squinted at him. “I swear—”

“What else is new?” He changed the topic as fast as possible, knowing that just talking about Morgan further was only going to get me worked up. I relaxed on the couch a bit more and brought up the collar of his sweatshirt to my mouth to hide behind it nervously. Hotch’s brows furrowed in response. “What is it?”

I pulled the hood over my head and whispered behind the fabric of the sweatshirt, “The other day…”

“I can’t hear you like that, baby. Sit up.”

I rolled my eyes at his command before doing so. I hated that we were left to just quick commands and that was all. There wasn’t enough privacy on his end for him to even say “good girl” … or, even better… “slut” or “whore”. I could tell that it was always hanging on his tongue, wanting to be said, but he had to hold back.

“Jack has a new favorite thing,” I explained once I sat up and stopped hiding. Hotch raised a curious brow. “He called me ‘Mom’ the other day.”

“That’s great!” he cheered a little too loud. He realized his volume quickly, checking his surroundings to make sure he hadn’t disturbed anyone, then looked back at me with a wide smile. “I’m so glad, baby.”

“Me, too,” I admitted. “I like it… I like when he says it…”

“What’s wrong, then?” he asked worriedly.

I sighed. How did he know me so well that he could tell that something was wrong even through the constant image freezes and buffers? Sometimes I really hated being married to him because he was a damn good profiler, and all it took was one fluctuation in my tone, and he’d know that the whole world was turning on its head somehow.

“I don’t want him to forget Haley.”

Hotch’s eyes softened and his shoulders fell. “Y/N, we’ve both talked to him about this a thousand times—”

“I know, Aaron, but I still worry. I don’t want to replace her.”

“You’re not. You and Haley are vastly different people, and Jack loves you both. That’s not a bad thing. It’s been two years, baby; we knew that this would happen eventually. It’s a good thing. You are his mother, Y/N. You’ve looked after him for nearly three years, and you’ve loved him every day since meeting him. You’re not replacing anyone. I promise, baby.”

I supposed he was right. It didn’t necessarily irk me that Jack called me ‘Mom’. Like I said before, it was honestly a relief, and I had felt my heart swell twofold, but there was something holding me back. I didn’t realize it until just then, but it was Hotch. I was terrified that Hotch wouldn’t like it, because that title originally belonged to Haley. Who was I to be Jack’s mom now? But Hotch seemed happy about it. He even managed to talk some sense into me, which was nice.

“Hey,” I caught his attention again. My voice had lowered in tone and volume, a silent signal that I had something serious I wanted to talk about. Hotch cocked a brow at me to let me know that he was listening. “I have to tell you something…” I fidgeted with the strings of his hoodie to keep my mind occupied. “I… I, um…” Why couldn’t I just spit it out? He would understand, right? He wouldn’t get mad. He’d be glad that I was honest with him. Right… I swallowed my pride and just decided to go for it. “I got a promotion.”

“What?” he chortled.

I nodded, understanding that he was a bit confused. Honestly, I was still confused about it all, too. When I got back from maternity leave, there was talk about how someone needed to step up to take Hotch’s position while he was gone. Technically, it didn’t need to be official, but Strauss wanted to make sure that we maintained a hierarchy until Hotch could come back and lead the team again.

At first, she offered the job to Morgan again since he had done it before and seemed to be pretty good at it, but he insisted that he didn’t need to do it again, therefore he wasn’t going to step up to the plate. I recognized that there was more to it than that, though. Morgan was nervous about taking the reins again because it was hard enough to relinquish control the first time after the Foyet incidents had concluded. If he took the job on again, he probably feared that he wouldn’t be able to give Hotch his job back. So, Strauss went to JJ. However, she turned the opportunity down, too, insisting that she enjoyed her job as was. She liked worrying about giving us cases, not running them. She wasn’t sure if she would even be good at it, so she passed. Strauss considered Reid before me, which was the funny part. Reid was a good kid, and he worked just as hard as everyone else, but he wasn’t a leader type. He seemed content with being the smart one and listening to orders. I wasn’t sure if he was capable of running a team and making smart calls. It just wasn’t in his nature, and that wasn’t his fault.

So, when no one else stepped up to take the job, it was left to me. Strauss asked me if I could do it despite having a new baby at home and having to raise two kids without their father around. I told her that we had Jessica, though I elected to leave out that Morgan was helping out, too; and I insisted that I’d be fine with taking on all of Hotch’s responsibilities until he could get back. That included taking charge in the field, doing all of the paperwork, talking with Strauss about decisions made in the field— the unfortunate downside of this promotion— and taking responsibility for any decision my team or I would make, good or bad. I knew that I could handle that, and I knew that I could do it well. So, the job became mine.

I was given Hotch’s office, though I didn’t change anything in it since it was still, technically, his, and I wanted it to continue feeling that way. Strauss dropped a stack of files on my new desk, wished me good luck with a wicked smirk, and the team all looked to me for answers. On the first case, I was a little… well… annoying, to say the least. I was trying too hard to fit into Hotch’s role, to take the lead as he would. While I wanted to make things seem normal and run smoothly, I obviously wasn’t Hotch, and I clearly thought differently from him while out in the field. It took me up until the next case to realize that I couldn’t be Hotch. I needed to just be me and run the team how I saw fit— while still keeping in mind WWAHD, of course.

“I don’t want the job forever,” I insisted to Hotch over the call. “We all still want you to come home and be our unit chief. This is just temporary, and I think that I’m not even that good at it, and I—”

“You’re rambling.”

I looked up at him through the screen. “Sorry.”

“Unit Chief SSA Greenaway…” he let the name roll off his tongue. “I like it.”

“Actually, I’m trying something new.” I blushed and hid my face from him slightly.

Hotch raised a brow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re looking at Unit Chief SSA Hotchner.”

Hotch’s jaw fell slightly. “You’re kidding. What happened to following in your mother’s footsteps, keeping your maiden name and whatnot.”

I shrugged. “It feels weird without a Hotchner in the office. Besides, it feels nice to say that my name is Hotchner. I probably won’t keep it that long, or I’ll stop when you get back because it’ll only confuse people, but—”

“You’re rambling again,” he teased. I blushed and hid my face even more. “Listen to me. I am so proud of you. You’re going to do great; I just know it. Don’t be nervous.”

“But?”

“But I don’t want you to stretch yourself too thin, baby. You know how hard it was for me to find time to come home to you and Jack almost every night. I just want to make sure that you’re still getting home to Emily.”

“I’m doing fine, baby. I promise. Besides, we’ve got a whole damn village here to look after the kids.” I laughed. “I think Morgan would kill me if I didn’t get home to Emily when we aren’t on a case.”

“Good,” he chuckled. “But you’re happy?” he asked sincerely. “You’re doing okay?”

I nodded and shrugged. “It’s odd to hear everyone call me ‘ma’am’,” I admitted. “It feels too formal.”

Hotch smiled. “You get used to it.”

“Yeah, but I miss calling you ‘Sir’... In more ways than—”

“Y/N…” he warned quietly, looking around his tent. “You’re going to be the death of me, I swear.”

“Hey, I still have the black box and privacy. I don’t have to worry about anything.”

“It’s been two weeks. You need a little more self-control, baby girl.”

I bit back a moan I felt rising in my throat. I really fucking missed hearing him call me that while he hovered over me. He was right that it had only been two weeks, but that was two weeks too long. Every morning since he left, I needed him desperately. I’d roll over, reaching for him, but he wasn’t there. I’d make two cups of coffee, and hold one out for him, but he never came to get it. I’d reach out to hold his hand while driving, but he wasn’t there, and I couldn’t kiss his knuckles. It was torture. But the worst part was when I’d be laying down, and I’d think about his touches on my skin, or his lips kissing mine, or curling my fingers around his hair… I’d think about him hovering over me, fucking me until I saw stars, grabbing onto my neck until I could barely breathe, demanding that I call him Sir, forcing whines and moans out of me, making me cum on his cock over and over again… Those were the worst moments. Not only because I missed him, but because nothing in the damn black box could do the trick like he could. There was something special about him being inside of me, or him controlling the toys. I could tease him all day about using the black box while he was gone, but the truth of the matter was that I needed him. Being away from him was tearing me apart.

That being said, I could still try to play my games. Our games, my brattiness, it was all what made us unique and so madly in love. Now that I had set up the mood for myself, and practically left him desperate for me in the same way that I had been desperate for him over the past two weeks, I could make my next move. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I bit my lip. “I just miss your cock so much…”

“Y/N.”

“Yes, Sir?” I asked innocently, batting my eyes at him.

His neck craned so that he could look around his tent for any sign that he would be disrupted. When the coast appeared clear, he adjusted his posture and looked back at the camera. “Shirt. Now.”

I gulped and shivered. “I thought that you couldn’t—”

“There isn’t much time. Do it now.” He was still looking around shortly, but I could see how his computer was shaking in his lap, accompanied by the sound of him fidgeting with his belt buckle. I nodded, sitting up slightly so that I could pull off his hoodie to reveal my bare chest. “Baby girl…” he moaned quietly into his headphone’s microphone. “Pinch your nipples.” I nodded and reached to do so, but he suddenly stopped me with, “I want to hear you, baby. I can’t be loud, and I can’t say much, but I want to hear you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he moaned quietly. I continued to move until my cold fingers ran over my nipples. My eyes screwed shut in response, and I let out a sigh. I pinched them, just like he ordered me to, and my head fell back against the cushions of the couch. “Are they sensitive?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Pull them.”

I did as I was told, lightly pinching and pulling at them like he would. Sometimes he wanted it to hurt, especially when he was punishing me, other times he just wanted me to feel the full force of how arousing it was. In that moment, I was imagining him punishing me, but it just didn’t feel the same. It was arousing, but it just wasn’t the fucking same. I wanted it to be him. I wanted him to pinch them hard while I squirmed under him. I wanted him to suck on them, maybe even gently bite at them. I just wanted more. I wanted him so bad.

“You look so hot, baby,” he moaned under his breath. I hated that he had to be so quiet. One of my favorite things about Hotch was how vocal he was in bed. He wasn’t afraid to moan or talk dirty to me. He always knew exactly what to do and say… All I wanted was to just hear him groan in my ear over and over again. “I miss you so much.” His camera kept shaking, and I knew what he was doing, but I wanted to see it. So, when I made my move to put my computer on the coffee table so that he could see me, Hotch got the hint. He moved his computer lower on his knees. I moaned and pinched my nipples again when I saw how hard he was while fucking his fist. “Your… your pants, baby girl.”

“Yes, Sir.” I lifted my hips off the couch so that I could push my pants down, which was just a pair of his flannel pajama pants.

“Fuck—” I heard him hiss under his breath once I was naked. “So beautiful…”

As I sat back down entirely, I could see how fast and hard he was masturbating, yet he hadn’t even given me another command. Asshole. I was dying on that couch without touching, yet there he was, already a mess. I wished that his hand were mine, or my mouth, or my dripping cunt. Anything. I needed him so bad. This was a relief and a change of pace since he left and all I had was the black box and the memory of what he felt like. At least this time I got to see him. But that still wasn’t enough to satisfy the urge building in the pit of my stomach.

“Please, Sir… Please… May I touch for you, Sir?”

“You wanna make yourself feel good for me, baby girl?”

I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Do it.”

I reclined backwards, my fingers immediately finding their way down to my clit. I gasped, “Fuck—” I let out a shaky breath. “I’m so wet for you, Sir.”

“Moan my name for my baby.”

“Aaron…” I let his name fall off my lips effortlessly as I circled my clit faster.

“Again.”

“Aaron—” I gasped again as my walls clenched around nothing. “I miss you so much, Sir.”

“I miss you, too, baby girl.”

I looked at the computer to see him watching me intently, his hand fucking his length faster and harder. And then he stopped to rub his thumb over his tip. That was what I used to do to him all the time. It was the way I teased him. I didn’t realize he loved it so much. But seeing him do it of his own volition, then hearing him let out a quiet, helpless moan as he threw his head back against the flimsy wall of his tent. The image of him falling apart only made me go faster. I bucked my hips around for extra stimulus, and I brought my free hand to one of my nipples, pretending like it was Hotch’s mouth sucking and nibbling. Since giving birth, I was so sensitive. The slightest pinch set me on fire, and we both knew it.

“Fuck, fuck, shit—” Hotch pulled his shirt up slightly so that I could see the way his chest tightened. “I’m close for you, baby girl.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“You know I can’t—” he hesitated when he bit back a groan.

I knew that he couldn’t say anything too bad, so I had to do it. I had to tip him over the edge, and I didn’t mind. “Are you thinking about fucking me?” I asked. He nodded while still biting down on his bottom lip. “Being buried inside of me. Feeling me tighten around you as I get closer and closer to my orgasm.” He ran his thumb over his tip again. “Listening to me scream your name over and over again… Feeling as I thrash under you when you edge me.” I moaned loudly, throwing my head back against the cushions as the knot in my stomach started to tighten.

“Don’t stop.”

“Would you tie me up and edge me for hours, Sir?”

“Yes, brat. Any chance I could get.”

“Would you edge me until I couldn’t breathe?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Would you cum in me to mark me as yours?”

Hotch flipped the bottom hem of his shirt into his mouth and bit down as hard as he could. Despite the fabric buried in his mouth, I still heard him groan so sharply I knew that he was cumming for me. I looked up just in time to see his abs flexing, his hips thrusting upwards, his cock twitching in his hand, his semen shooting in strings onto his chest.

I panted through asking, “May I cum for you, Sir?”

“Just for me, baby girl. Do it,” he mumbled behind his shirt.

I flicked my clit back and forth as fast as I could until I was nothing but a moaning, breathless mess, just as he was. “Sir!” My legs shook when I tipped over the edge. “Thank you, Sir—” My walls clenched around nothing as my orgasm peaked, then slowly started subsiding. “Thank you…”

“Fuck, baby girl.”

I caught my breath and stared at him. “I miss you.”

He reached to grab a cloth from outside of the camera’s view. “I miss you, too, baby. Next time…” He leaned back and started cleaning off his chest. “Next time, it’ll be in you. I promise.”

“They gave you a date you’re coming back?” I asked hopefully.

He shook his head. “No. But I’m still making that promise. I’ll break my knee if it means getting back to you soon.”

“Don’t be melancholy and hyperbolic, Aaron Hotchner.”

He chuckled and threw the rag to the side before pulling his shirt back down to cover himself. His actions sparked me to do the same, so I reached to put his hoodie back on. We were silent for another few moments as I got dressed again, keeping the hood up on my head to keep me warm. If someone came home now, they’d never know what happened. And we were just lucky that I hadn’t woken up Emily. Balancing keeping quiet for a baby and wanting to scream for Hotch until my lungs ached was… Well, it was complicated, to say the least.

“I’m not being melancholy,” he finally said with a laugh. It was like he suddenly realized what I said and had to speak on it.

“Yes, you are.”

“Fine. I’m melancholy because I miss you, Jack, and Emily so much my heart hurts. Is that hyperbolic?”

“No.” It wasn’t hyperbolic at all. I knew that because I felt the same way. His eyes softened as he stared at me. We had both calmed down, and now that the sexual tension was out of the way, all I could think about was how much I infinitely loved him. “I know that it’s selfish to say, but… I need you here with me. I need you to come back.”

“You know I would if I could.” He started looking around his tent frantically. “Y/N, I am so sorry—” He sat up. “I have to go.”

I stuffed my hands in the pocket of the sweatshirt I was wearing. I sighed and pouted. “I love you. Please be safe.”

He was already pulling out his headphones when he said, “I love you, too,” and then he hung up. I slumped and stared at the blank screen.

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Red Rum Lips*

A/N:: Smut ahead! Enjoy!

Red. His favorite color on you. This, this is the one I want. You picked out the perfect set of lingerie. Red lacy convertible bra, lacy panties to match. Easy access. Easy peasy. You decided to try it on, again, at home. Taking a few cutsie pictures for your fiance Matt Casey. You applied red lipstick to your plump lips, red heels onto your feet and sent them to him with the caption 'red rum' . "Thats for leaving me wanting more this morning Casey." You say aloud to yourself.

Matt's POV

It was a dull day today at the firehall. So my fiance and I had been texting back and forth.

Baby 😍❤: Sent an Attachment

I open the message to see her all in red. My favorite color on her. Shit she looks so fucking sexy. Fuck. Payback is a bitch. I knew she would get me back some way. One photo is enough, but three? One very explicit. Oh baby youre in trouble. I decide to leave her on read, for I was almost done with my shift.

2nd person POV

You were at home waiting on the bed, reading a food network magazine. Your favorite. Still in your lingerie. You hear the door open and close, signaling your fiance was home.

"You better have that outfit still on young lady." His voice boomed through the house. He means business.

Shit. You thought. 

"Y-yes daddy!" You knew you had to be in the position. On your knees in front of the bed facing the door. Head down looking at the floor. Hand on your thighs. You hear him walk in, but do not look up. You knew you were in trouble. He worse his gear. You always went wild for him in just his bunker boots and pants.

"You, young lady, have been very naughty today. Sending me explicit pictures while I'm at work. And daddy can't do anything to help himself."

"I-im sorry daddy."

"Look at me." You look up to see your fiance, in his bunker pants and boots. Just them. You whimper. "Good girl. Daddy is not a happy man."

"You didn't like them?" Your voice was small, innocent sounding.

"Daddy loves them. He's just mad he had to get a boner at the station and had no way of relieving himself."

"I'm sorry daddy. Do you want me to help you now?"

"Ah ah ah. Not so fast. I think you should watch as I get myself off."

You bottom lip trembles, he knows you hate doing that cause you want yo be the one giving him pleasure. You watch him intently as he goes to sit in his chair. His reading chair. His chair of pleasure. Of pain. He slips his bunker pants off so now he is completely nude. Cock in his hand. It was hard and glistening. Head red from want, need. He spits in his hand before pumping it a few times. You lick your lips as you watch, your eyes never leaving his cock. Your mouth salvating. Wanting. Needing him. You grew wetter and wetter as the seconds pass, with each and every stroke. He moans out, causing you to squirm. He knows exactly what he's doing.

"Daddy please I need your cock in my mouth. Inside me. Please!" You beg and plead.

"Daddy is not done." You whimper and retreat back into your submissive position. Slow, steady strokes of his cocktail, antagonizing you. Luring you in. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes daddy. I won't send you explicit photos unless you're home."

"Good girl. You may proceed over. Suck daddys cock good." You squeal in delight and rush over to him. You sink back to your knees between his legs. Your right hand at the base of his cock while your mouth takes him in all the way. He hits the back of your throat. You gag a little. He smirks and keeps a hand on the back of your head. You Bob your head up and down fast. You needed to taste his cum. He grunts and moans. Hips bucking up into your mouth for more. You suckle a little on the head, to get him closer to the edge.

"Fuck baby girl keep doing that and ill be cumming." You just hum and continue on. Pumping the shaft as you suckle the head. He twitches and cums with a load moan of your name. Profanities follow. You suckle a little more to get every last drop. You pull back with a slight pop, pleased with yourself. "Good girl. Now you may get what you want."

"Can you fuck me hard daddy while watching in the mirror?"

"Like last time baby girl? I think we can make that happen. Come sit on daddys lap." You like your lips before sitting on his lap, back against his chest. He rubs your clothed clit causing you to moan.

"Daaaaaaaddddddyyyyyyy."

"Thats right baby only I can make you moan." He positions himself at your entrance, a few minutes after he became hard again. Feeling your wetness and hearing your voice got him going in no time. He slips into you. Slowly. Antagonizingly slow. You whine, wanting to feel every little centimeter of him.

"Needy little thing aren't ya?"

"Only for you daddy."

"Good girl." Gis hand wraps around your neck, not too hard. Just enough. You bite your lip and watch as his cock disappears inside of you.

"Yes daddy. Oh yes. Fuck. Harder." Harder he goes. Balls slapping against you as he does. You can't help but tip your head back, eyes rolling back. The pleasure was intense. His free hand dances its way to your clit. Rubbing you fast.

"Come on baby girl cum for daddy."

"Im-im so close daddy."

"Thats it baby." His grip on your neck gets a little tighter, the lack of oxygen causing a great orgasm. Your organization rips through you and you're squirting all over Matt. A loud yell of his name rolling from your vocal cords. His grip loosens as he too, cums again shortly there after. You were too out of it to realize he came. You laid back against your fiance, panting heavily.

"That. Was. Incredible." You manage to get out.

"You did so well. Squirted all over me."

"Thank you baby." You breathe out. Still out of breath.

"Pleasure we both of ours." He chuckles at his words.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Come on let's cuddle. It was a long and boring day."

You slip off of Matt. Causing a hiss to elicit from you both.

"Good hard fucking."

"Better believe it baby." He smirks and slaps your ass. You yelp and turn around with a frown.

"Mine."

"Yeah yeah you did put a ring on it."

"That I did." Matt says all proud of himself. He snuggles up to you, once the two of you were in bed. He yawns, having been knocked on his ass from the good fucking he delivered.

"Let's rest baby."

He was already snoring softly.

"Okay well I guess there is no other choice."

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Lady In Waiting

Author Note:  Hiya everyone!  This one, man, I’ve thought about this for a long time!  I hope it entertains and delights you all!   Summary:  Loki calls you over for some fun with cuffs but an interruption leaves you a Lady In Waiting!

Pairing:  Loki x Female Reader Warnings:  So, SMUT.  Art House, Prose-y, SMUT... also restraints, in a committed relationship.

“Come over.  I need you.”

That was all it took for you to get yourself across town as quickly as your worn out canvas sneakers could carry you. Knocking on his door, breathless and heart racing, you bite into your bottom lip.  Already excited, you rocked on your heels, a bubble of giddiness rising inside you.

Hearing the locks turn, you’re expecting the door to open for you, Loki waiting on the other side but that doesn't happen.  Tentatively, twisting the knob, you push into the dimly lit room where your lover hides.  He is definitely here, you think in the clear moment before Loki’s hands find your shoulders, driving you into the solid wood of his front door.

Stopping his lips is not an option.  Cupping your chin, he has tipped your mouth into the perfect position, allowing him unchecked access to your soft, sweet mouth.  You’d moan, but Loki would just swallow it whole, so the sound you do make is a choked gasp of longing. His tongue is inside you, flicking over your teeth.  His tongue rubs against your own, tasting what you taste of.  

His tongue caresses your inner cheek, slick on slick, slipping further into the deep well of you.

His tongue traces the roof of your mouth, riding the ridges there, as if to conquer all of the flavors and words and songs that might be made in your carnal cave. Pulling away, dewy pink pout in place, “I came as soon as I could.” “It’s much appreciated.” Fingers grab his tight shoulders, enjoying the unbearable nearness of him, unwilling to break your embrace even if the kiss must end.  Searching his eyes for answers, “What’s your rush?” It’s innocent enough a question.  Loki’s call had sounded almost panicked.  But you knew nothing truly scared your God of Mischief.  No, there was something else at work here.   “I told you.  I need you.”  Pressing his hardening length against your belly, you could feel the agitation in him, the straight up desire that drove him to dial you up.  Still at the entryway, you flexed your hands, releasing your grip on him with great effort.  

But Loki didn’t yield an inch to you.  If anything he stepped closer, pinning you with his rigid body and his scorching gaze.  With a heaving sigh, “Loki…” “Go to the bedroom.  Take off these ridiculous pants… your silly sneakers… your stupid socks.”  

On you again, mumbling into your neck, mouth intent on marking you, “Kneel on the bed.  You know how I like to see you.  Feet tucked under you, head bowed, back straight… but with your knees spread, dove.  Wide open for only me to see.  Will you do this for me?” What could you say?  No?  Hardly.  

Loki pushed away from you then, leaving you behind as he moved further into his lair, his directions leaving your knees weak.  Inhaling a steadying breath, you moved quickly, struggling for calm.  Pulse racing, you throw your bag down with a thump once you're in Loki's room.  

Wasting no time, you shuck your clothes, heart pounding with anticipation.  You scramble onto the inky sheets, flushed with want, goosebumps breaking across your hypersensitive skin.  It seems like hours, but truthfully, in seconds you were waiting as requested, panting with pent up passion. 

You weren't left waiting long. Leaning into the door frame, Loki was without his shirt, a sight that made you writhe.  Black jeans, faded at the knee from wear, were unsnapped but hanging onto his hips in a way that made you salivate.  He was also barefoot, which probably shouldn’t be so sexy on a man like yours, but damn him… even his toes had the ability to excite.

And they did, actually, all of it did.  You couldn't recall a time when you had been so, so ready.  If Loki didn't touch you soon, you were certain your body would self ignite. “Put your hands behind your back, little one.”  Doling out commands in his honey hot voice had you complying without complaint. Forcing your chest out, bountiful bust barely contained by your flannel shirt, you felt the buttons tug tightly in your new position.  Lust lingered in Loki’s eyes at your shameless display.  “Oh, we’re going to have so much fun, darling.  So much fun.” Deep down, you knew that the cuffs were coming out.  He wouldn’t have been so specific with his directions otherwise.  Still, when the cool steel snapped closed, trapping your wrists behind you, you keened softly, “Is this really necessary?” “Definitely.  Because, you see, you look so damn fetching with your body bent in the way I want.”  Pulling down on the chain between your shackles, back bending to relieve the pressure, Loki asserted his dominion over you.  

Long fingers plucked your straining buttons open.  Greedy fingers circled your nipples, the coarse lace of your bra offering no protection from the fantastic friction Loki was creating.  His palms squeezed, rough, fingers finding a hold on each of your glorious globes.   Tugging the frilly cups down, your breasts now heavy and free, Loki lowers his full lips to your tender bud.  At first it’s a lick, tentative, soft.  Soon he is sucking, precious pain pulling you closer to his tightly sealed kiss, perfect teeth biting into the gentle flesh. “Oh fuck… oh fuck… Loki…”  Whines tumble out of you, unbidden, unrehearsed.  

“Hush, dearest.  If you can’t quiet down, I’ll have to make you.”  Folding your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding with understanding, you silently agree.  Returning to his work, Loki focused on your opposite breast with the same erotic enthusiasm. Since you can’t speak, you hum.  But then your humming grows in volume.  Soon you’re moaning, unable to do more than bounce your bottom, needing the fullness that Loki offers to bring you some level of satisfaction.  Feeling him over the flimsy fabric of your panties, head thrown back in delirious desire, you want Loki to push inside of you.  You’re desperate to have him stretch you, open you up for his own amusement.  That eagerness makes Loki chuckle darkly.   

His hands find your hips, dipping under the elastic waist of your underwear.  Expecting Loki's lingering touch, a whine slides out of you at the sound of shredding satin.  “No, please, Loki!  I’ll be quiet.  I promise!” “Ah, it’s a bit late for that, unfortunately.  Open up.”  Loki expects your complete submission, never doubting that you’ll do what he’s asked.  Reluctantly you part your lips.  Loki takes his time, thumb caressing your mouth, before setting the ruined garment on your tongue. Kissing along your jaw, Loki husks, “Now you’re wet cunt is ready for me.”  Your eyes roll at his lewd language, a wave of euphoria coasting through your throbbing cleft, your stuffed mouth unable to do more than mumble.   His wicked words are still hanging there, floating in the air around you both, when there’s a knock at his door.  Freezing in place, his hand on your spread thigh, Loki’s head cocks to one side as if unsure that he’s heard the beckoning.

"Loki?  Are you there?” “Thor.  Fuck.  He's early.”  Shocked, you watch Loki push himself off the bed, buttoning up his pants.  Words form but are blocked by the fancy cloth stunting your speech.  Grazing his lips over your forehead, “Don’t move, darling.  I’ll be back.” Anger replaces arousal.  Loki can tell by the look on your face that you’re more than pissed off at the interruption.  “I know.  Just be a good girl.  Be quiet.  Be still.  And I won’t show my brother how incredibly sexy you look bound and gagged in my bed.” With one last look at your livid figure, Loki shut his bedroom door, leaving you as he described.  Wet, willing and now, waiting. You can’t hear what they’re talking about, all you can make out is tones.  It sounds rather serious, but without context, who’s to say what brings Thor here, unannounced.  He must ask after you, because Loki’s voice rises just a bit in order to offer a vague, “She’s tied up at the moment.”  And you really could scream with frustration and fury.   Internally debating your options, you realized that they were few, and of poor quality.  You could risk rising, near naked with your hands locked behind you, but how would you open the door?  Grunting, you sit back on your heels, giving your sore knees a break.  How long would Thor stay? Shortly you heard Loki’s footsteps coming closer.  Suddenly alert, your reverie broke in a flash, focused solely on the door.  Blushing hot, you watched the knob turn and Loki, finally, was there. He didn’t come closer, rather, Loki pulled a clean shirt from a drawer.  Tipping into near panic, you started talking even though you knew it was pointless.  Sensing your anxiety, Loki brought your face to his, kissing your cheek.   “Thor is still here, not a sound, kitten.”  His voice is rough.  Coarse.  But it also sends shivers shooting through your system.

The bed dips as he sits beside you.  Loki parts your opened shirt, hands drawn to your satin skin, palms skating over your belly.  Shivering, you can't help tilting towards him.  If you weren't so tense with need maybe you could afford to be angry with Loki.  As it is, just being near him is enough to reignite your ardor.

Whispering softly, calming you between chaste kisses to your chin, cheeks, the bridge of your nose, Loki calls you darling, sweetness, dear. His hands never stop exploring your tethered form, relishing your responsive whines, enjoying your trusting helplessness.  Mirroring your posture, sitting up on his knees, Loki grabs one of the pillows from his headboard.

Still adrift in the attention he affords you, his changing tone of voice jars you, "I only have a minute, pet."  His hands, aggressive now, slap your thigh.  The intention is clear.  Spread 'em.

"My sweet little kitten, so greedy, so ready for me… I am unable to attend to all your needs just now.  Regrettably."  His voice is a ragged husk.  

Arousal evident as he scrunches the pillow, "Come on… up on your knees." 

Unsure of Loki's objective, you're surprised when he tucks the cozy rectangle between you and the mattress.  The foam, pressing against your swollen sex, provides friction but not the satisfying stretch your body craves.  Using only your mumbled mewls as confirmation to continue, toying with you, Loki circles your hypersensitive clitoris.  Your hips jerk, surprised spasms sending you into the softness Loki has stuffed underneath you.

"That's it… keep going.  Gods, you are so beautiful."  His praise speeds up in time with your climbing desire.  Gasping behind your gag, once more on the edge of ecstasy, your thighs tremble around the cushion cradling your center.  Between Loki's dancing digit and the unlikely excitement caused by riding the downy pillow, you're seconds away from succumbing to a glorious finale.

And as fast as he began, Loki withdraws, leaving you drenched in unquenchable need.  Crying in frustration, muffled and desperate, your body is beyond the limits of begging.  At the moment Loki could ask anything of you and he would have your complete cooperation, if it meant that you could clench around his hard length.

Standing, those long legs carry him to the bureau.  Rustling around, Loki finds what he needs and faces you with a devious grin.  Crossing the floor in two strides, looming over you now, your tear streaked face lifts toward the man you love.  His hand tangles in your hair, forcing your back to bow, pushing your pelvis forward.

A familiar buzz fills the room.  He gives you no further warning.  One second you're open, ripe and ready.  The next you are overfilled, grateful for the gag muffling your cry, squeezing the toy stuffing your center.

“Loki?  Are you ready?”  Thor’s voice boomed from the other room breaking through the cloud of your nearing climax. “Nearly there, brother!  Give me just another minute!’  Turning his bright blue eyes to you, Loki flashed his finest smile, “He needs me to go with him.  I won’t be long… so you must cum.  Right now."

And it's the physically lethal combination of Loki's flashing glare, his wicked whispers, and false phallus that fight to free your feminine frenzy.  Humping his toy into you, the pillow giving you resistance, you feel the speculative shuddering start in your center.  Cresting in a wave of wonderment, your pleasure crashed over you, cries cut off by your full mouth.

Loki, holding onto you, cooing softly, caresses you through your release.  The toy stills inside of you, still filling, but no longer shaking against your tender walls.  Swiping the gag free, Loki forces a deep kiss on you, absorbing your aftershocks with his able mouth.  "That, my sweet, was worth every second."

Stretching your jaw, sighing softly, "Loki… undo these cuffs?"

Thoughtful for a moment, Loki looked over your flustered form, "I don't think I will.  I rather like having you here.  Knowing that you’re naked and needy, waiting for me.  Gods… I’ve been hard this entire time, dove.” Wasting no time, Loki picked up where he’d left you before, his hand finding your center as his tongue plundered you once more.  Slow, painfully slow, Loki dragged his fingers through your soaked slit, pressing the vibrator firmly into your velvet tunnel.  Soon, too soon, you were a mewling mess.  Sobbing softly into Loki’s ear, “Please… more, please.”

Shaking against him, body taunt, so ready to let go again, Loki’s fingers left you.  “I’ll be back in half an hour.”, his normally stoic voice streaked with desire. In a worried whisper, “What?  You’re really leaving me?”   “I am.  But once I get back, I’m going to ravage you soundly, so I need you to be ready.”

“Loki!  You can’t!”  It’s the loudest you can be while still whispering.  And it isn’t nearly forceful enough to change your troublemaking lover’s mind. “I can and I will.”  Walking around you, facing you full on, Loki stroked over your tummy.  Grabbing your bottom, fingers digging into your yielding flesh, you groaned.  “Oh yes, you’re staying right here, my pretty pet.” “Loki?  Are you ready yet?”  Thor sounded impatient, and more alarmingly, right outside the bedroom.  “Almost, dear brother.  Meet me downstairs, ok?” “Fine… but hurry up!  Jane’s expecting me!” “Oh, we don’t like to keep our ladies waiting, do we brother?”  Thor moves on, you hear his boots on the stairs.  Loki on the other hand, his look is sinful as he licks his lips, hungry for you.  Leaning into your ear, “I can smell you, kitten.  And I can hardly wait to have you.”  You lean into his strength, silently begging him to stop this game, hot skin abraded by his clothing.  “Please!  Don’t leave me hanging, Loki!” Laughing coldly, “Hanging?  Oh no.  You have so much to do, darling.  There are rules, you see…” Gritting your teeth, already on edge, you wanted to snap at your lover.  “Rules?  Loki, you’re really…”  But the rest of your words were lost as he manipulated the massager using some form of magic.  Arching away from him, your overstimulated body wanted to fly over the cliff into your next completion.   “Are you listening, love?  Because this is important.  You are not allowed to cum without me.”  

Rational thought was fleeting.  With every second of sensual overload Loki forced on you, all you knew for certain was that you worshiped the God in front of you, and because of this, your agreement was undeniable.  Nodding, voice useless, you let Loki kiss you again, his rhythm matching that of his tormenting toy.

"Do not cum, kitten. I will be back shortly."  Slapping your ass, Loki laughed at your shriek, shutting the door on you.  Could you hold out?  God, the thrumming vibrations were radiating through you.  Rocking your hips, fighting against the tide of your tension, your fragile nerves were rapidly fraying.  He had told you, commanded you, ordered you not to climax.   But how long would it take before your body broke Loki’s rule?  And just what would The God of Mischief do if you failed him?  Pulling against the steel bracelets holding your arms, snuggled into the cushion cradled against you, you laughed as a fresh release rolled over you.

You were going to be here awhile.  Loki was going to need a new pillow.  And paying him back was going to be so much fun.   

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Caught in his web, Chapter 23

Chloe’s brain was close to bursting with all the events of late.

She really didn’t know what to think. One minute she thought that being Loki’s girl wasn’t maybe such a bad thing after all… But then another part of her was mentally slapping herself for thinking such a thing.

He was a dangerous man, that was something she had to remember.

One day she was heading back to her room after getting lunch. But as she passed by his office, the door was open and he called her in.

‘Come here, doll.’

She felt her stomach churn, not entirely sure if it was in a good way or a bad way...

He was sitting at his desk on a huge black leather chair, he motioned her over to him with a come-hither finger. Swallowing hard she did as he wanted and went over to his side.

Loki turned to her and grabbed her hands, then tugged her into him between his legs as he spread them open. ‘What are you up to?’ He asked, squeezing her wrists.

‘Uh… Nothing… I was just getting food.’ She blurted out quickly, feeling a bit heated under the intense way he was looking at her.

‘Mmm… Having something to eat does certainly sound like a good idea right now.’ He growled deep, Chloe had a feeling he wasn’t meaning actual food.

Loki turned her so her back was to his desk, he reached around to push his laptop and papers out of the way, then he grabbed her hips and lifted her up onto the desk. He tugged her to the edge and flipped her dress up out of the way, then tore her flimsy panties clean off.

She knew there was no point trying to fight him, so she just put her hands out beside her on the desk to support herself as Loki grabbed her thighs and forced them wide open. He leaned down and hungrily started licking her, using the tip of his tongue to delve through her folds, just avoiding her clit.

He teased her for a while, until she started whimpering softly. Then he flattened his tongue and licked all the way up over her clit, making her cry out and her body shudder. Loki chuckled against her, sending vibrations over her sensitive parts.

Loki continued teasing her, licking her clit every so often but slowly, not giving enough to push her over.

Chloe couldn’t believe it when she started begging willingly. ‘Please… Loki. Please, make me cum. Please!’

Her begging was like music to his ears. But he didn’t give in to her wishes straight away, he toyed with her for a bit longer. Flicking her clit until she was almost there, then he stopped and went back to delving his tongue into her for a while, keeping her teetering on the edge.

‘PLEASE! LOKI! FUCK!’ She screamed, not able to take it anymore she tried pushing further down on his face to get more stimulation.

Loki just laughed, but decided to give in to her for now. He went to town on her clit, trapping it between his lips as his tongue did all the work. Just as she was about to cum, he also thrust two fingers inside of her to heighten her orgasm. He felt her clenching hard around his digits as she came, soaking them.

‘That’s it. Beautiful… Good girl. So delicious.’ He purred, thrusting his fingers slowly as her body jerked uncontrollably on his desk.

Loki leaned back on his chair and unbuckled his belt, he slid it out through the loops and put it to the side, then he unzipped his fly and took his cock out, giving it a few strokes. He slid the chair in closer to the desk and hauled Chloe down onto his lap, with her knees at either side of him on the chair.

She was like a doll, her body weak after the orgasm as Loki gripped her hips and eased her onto his awaiting cock. She moaned and her head fell backwards as he pushed into her and filled her up nicely, her body accommodating him with ease because of how aroused she was.

‘Always so tight around me.’ He growled. ‘Hands behind your back, pet.’

Chloe just did it without hesitation as she pressed her forehead to his shoulder. Loki picked up his belt and started looping it around her wrists, binding them behind her tightly.

‘Such a good girl today.’ He purred and stroked her back, pleased with her submission.

He kissed the side of her head and then whispered. ‘I want you to keep my cock warm while I do my work. You’re not to move, understand?’

He heard her gasp and she clenched uncontrollably around him, obviously aroused by the thought of cockwarming for him. Perhaps he had just discovered a kink of hers… The thought made him twitch inside her.

Chloe had to stay put, leaning into his chest while sheathed on his cock. He did his work with his arms around her and his chin resting on top of her head so he could see what he was doing. Every so often she would squirm a little, but a warning growl from Loki had her stilling again.

It was difficult for Loki, too. She was almost constantly throbbing around him, so tight and warm. On occasion he moved his hips slightly, giving her a small amount of relief in the movement. When she clenched hard, he would twitch or throb hotly in return, while not exactly voluntary.

After a gruelling hour and a half of the torture, Loki leaned back in his chair, the movement making her moan.

‘Alright, doll. You can fuck me now, make us both cum.’ He said as he just held onto her hips, but didn’t move.

If Chloe hadn’t been so damn horny, she would’ve felt too shy and nervous to do anything. But she was desperate for another release, so started bouncing up and down on his cock eagerly.

‘Ohhhh, yes.’ Loki moaned as she fucked herself on his cock, his grip on her hips tightened.

When Chloe came, she became so unbelievably tight around him that he saw stars as he came too. He held her down, lodged firmly on his cock as he spilled inside of her.

Chloe collapsed on him, exhausted. Loki slipped his arm around her and held her tightly. Without pulling out, he summoned all of his strength to his legs and stood up. Chloe whimpered and trembled, the action of him standing up made his cock push deeper into her, if that was even possible. She thought she could feel him in her stomach as she wrapped her legs around him for more support.

Loki carried her through to his bedroom. The both of them could feel his sperm seeping out of her and dripping down. Each step was like torture for Chloe, it made his cock rub against every inch of her, setting her body alight all over again.

She wondered what the heck was wrong with her, it was like she was turned into some cock hungry whore. She couldn’t get enough, and Loki knew that from the way she started moving against him again.

‘Behave, Chloe.’ He growled in warning, a hand sliding down to squeeze her bum roughly.

When they reached his room, he had planned to take her into the bathroom to clean her up. But by the time they got here, he was rock hard inside her again and she was positively too delicious to pull out of yet.

So instead he toppled them down onto the bed, pinned her down with his body and fucked her into the mattress till she was screaming his name in pleasure repeatedly and coming again.

Chloe was highly sensitive when Loki eventually pulled out of her. She was very sloppy down there, a complete mess. Loki couldn’t resist lying on his side next to her, she was almost out of it, not able to think straight. He slid his hand down between her thighs and started stroking her softly.

She whined and clamped her thighs shut on his hand, not able to take much more.

‘Open your legs.’ He rumbled.

She reluctantly did as she was told. Tears rolled down her cheeks as he stroked her, mainly her clit. His hand was soaking, it was like a slip and slide down there. But he focused on her clit, rolling it around the pads of his fingers, now and then he inserted a couple of his long digits, rubbing firmly on her g spot.

‘Such a sensitive little doll.’ He purred, forcing her to cum again.

If her hands hadn’t still been tied behind her, she would’ve tried lashing out at him to stop. She wasn’t coping with all the overstimulation. It reminded her of the hitachi, but instead it was his wicked fingers, tongue and cock that had gotten her into this state.  

The thought that he could get her like that with his own tools was terrifying. Yet, why did a part of her deep down never want it to stop…

Chloe had no idea how long it was before Loki finally gave in and stopped torturing her with pleasure.

After untying her wrists, he carried her through to his bathroom and had a shower with her. He had to support her for most of it, because her legs were like jelly. She could barely stand. Afterwards, he dried her off with a towel and then carried her back through to his bed.

She wanted to go back to her own room, but didn’t argue or put up a fight when he tucked her into his own bed.

‘Sleep. I will be back shortly, I have some business to attend to.’ He gave her a chaste kiss on the lips, making her mind go a little fuzzy.

But then she passed out, completely exhausted and well used.