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Hey there! hope you're having a good day. What about something after the full moon where remus isn't in good shape and has to stay in the hospital and madam pomfy won't let anyone in so sirius somehow sneaks in to snuggle with his boyfriend?
I LOVE THIS
"No," Madame Pomfrey says firmly, hands on her hips. "Absolutely not. Turn around and walk away."
Sirius' stomach drops at that. She doesn't kick them out unless she thinks it's bad, too.
"Hold on, we-" James starts, but he doesn't get very far. Madame Pomfrey lifts a finger and James, for once, lapses into silence.
"He needs rest."
"We'll be quiet," Peter says quickly, as Sirius tries to find something to say. Something to convince her to let him in. There's nothing, though. Nothing he can think to say, because every inch of him is taken up by the fact that Remus is hurt. Really fucking hurt.
"This is non-negotiable," she says, and they all know it's final. Madame Pomfrey has a scary amount of authority. With a resigned sigh, James grabs Sirius' shoulder, turning him around and going to pull him a way. Sirius tries to protest, but he knows full well that it's futile. He's just going to have to have a day of panic. Maybe he can skip lessons, claim that he doesn't feel well, even get into the hospital wing himself if he drinks something he's not supposed to.
"You can borrow the cloak, Padfoot. I've got Remus' notes covered," James murmurs as they hear the hospital wing door shut. It's enough to release some of the tension in his shoulders.
"Cheers," He says quietly.
That's how he finds himself, transformed into Padfoot, under the invisibility cloak. He slips through the door, barely letting it open and moving slowly to keep the cloak over him. Thankfully, Poppy doesn't look twice, turned away from the entrance, as she gathers up some books. She checks in on a cubicle, created by curtains, before heading into her small office and closing the door behind her.
That must be Remus.
He's there in seconds, transforming back and pulling the cloak off his head as quickly as he physically can.
Merlin, Remus is bad.
He's got a new slice across his face and is absolutely covered in bruises. Sirius can spot where Poppy's healed too many broken bones, and Remus looks absolutely exhausted. Christ, he must be in so much pain.
For a moment, Remus doesn't even register that he's there. It gives Sirius a chance to school his features, swiping his wand and wordlessly casting a silencing charm. Sluggishly, Remus lifts his head, eyes widening the moment they reach Sirius.
"Padfoot, what...?" His voice is croaky, stopping himself and trying to clear his throat. His entire face contorts in pain, making Sirius' heart tug.
"Hey, darling. How're you feeling?" He asks softly. He knows full well what the answer is going to be, expecting Remus to say 'terrible'.
Instead, tears start to fill his eyes.
Sirius' face softens, and he doesn't hesitate in sitting on the edge of the bed. He presses the palm of his hand to Remus' uninjured cheek, swiping the first tear away.
"It's okay. It's over now, everything's going to be okay."
Remus winces as he lifts his arms. Still, it doesn't stop him from grabbing Sirius' shirt and pulling him closer. Sirius climbs into the bed immediately, wrapping his arms around Remus and pulling the boy to his chest. He's half sat up, half laying down, so that Remus can rest his head on Sirius' chest. It's honestly not the most comfortable, but Sirius couldn't care less. Remus is here, and that's all he really cares about. He gently brushes his fingers through Remus' hair, hearing his breathing even out as he falls asleep.
Guess he's staying here.
He gently presses his lips to the top of Remus' head, only to be interrupted by the sound of a curtain rustling. He lifts his head and comes face to face with Madame Pomfrey. She doesn't say anything, just shoots him a stern look, and if Remus wasn't sleeping soundly, Sirius would start begging. Instead, he just looks at her, pleading. As if on cue, Remus tightens his grip on Sirius, pulling himself slightly closer in his sleep. Its enough for a smile to form on Sirius' face, looking down at Remus.
When he looks back up, Madame Pomfrey's gone.
Sirius' shoulders relax, and he lets his eyes close.
Thank Merlin Remus is okay.
#ugh i love them#i've missed writing this was sm fun#send requests always and forever#i love writing them!!#wolfstar#sirius black#wolfstar oneshot#marauders#remus lupin#remus x sirius#young marauders#moony x padfoot#atyd marauders#marauders oneshot
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I Wish You Were A Girl. (Part 2)
â Rody x Vincent (Rodincent)
â Kind of fluffy, still has undertones of angst
â Takes place after Ending 1: Table for One
(catch me if you can)
Description: He missed her voice. He missed everything about her. He missed the way she made him feel. Rody just wanted her to pick up a phone, for her to talk to him again. Why wouldn't she answer? Why wouldn't she give him another chance?
Being unloved as well as broke didn't sound very appealing to poor, heartbroken Rody. So, with crumbling hope that he would ever hear from Manon again, he trudges back to the bistro.
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"L-Listen, forget the dinner. Can I just hear your voice?" Rody pleaded desperately into the flat-lining payphone. "You haven't picked up a phone for a week. Please, just let me know that you're there..."
"Goodbye." the answering machine responded cheerfully into his ear, cutting the beeping line. Rody sighed and placed the phone back into its original place. Tears welled up in his tired eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks. "Manon..." he whimpered softly to himself, allowing stream after stream of tears roll down his cheeks.
After 10 minutes of sobbing, Rody picked himself back up, roughly wiping away the tears that stayed stagnant on his cheeks. He hated himself for letting this happen. If only he hadn't been so self-sacrificial, this wouldn't have happened. If only he knew how to love someone, she wouldn't have left him. If only relationships weren't so damn difficult, he wouldn't have had any issues from the start.
If only.
Rody found himself back in front of La Gueule de Saturne, looking at the glass doors anxiously. He had quit his job as a waiter because he had made enough money to take Manon out to dinner. But now, she wasn't even picking up his calls. This opened up a whole new can of worms, but he decided the first course of action was to get his job back, stabilize his life.
He stepped through the door, alerting the attention of a certain chef that happened to be walking to the front of the house.
Vincent's eyes widened as he took in Rody's figure, standing by the door, looking absolutely miserable. He knew it wasn't the time, but he felt heat creeping up his neck upon seeing Rody without his black blazer, and in just his white dress shirt. He quickly composed himself and stepped forward, a confused look on his face.
"Rody?" his voice was softer than usual. "What are you doing back here? You were pretty happy to resign from this position." Rody blinked at Vincent, trying to find the words.
"I'm...not in a very good position right now. I figured that I should...keep making money and stabilize myself. Get my life together, you know?" Rody tried to sound like he was happy about his decision, but in reality, he was an absolute mess. Vincent nodded silently and stepped aside, allowing Rody to step further into the bistro. His eyes never left his walking figure.
"I haven't yet found a replacement for you, so I suppose it's good that you came back before I did." Vincent tutted in a matter-of-fact voice, trying to sound nonchalant like he usually did. He was lying through his teeth, he had put off finding a replacement because of the little hope he had that Rody would come back. It seemed that his tiny wish had come true, and his heart wouldn't stop beating at a rapid pace.
Rody smiled gently. "I'm glad." he sighed as he slowly slipped on his black blazer, fastening it against his muscular figure.
Despite looking like the picture of misery, Rody worked the floor, running around and taking orders like nothing had ever happened. Vincent watched him from the kitchen windows, examining Rody's fake smiles and cheerful facade. As the shift wore on, the familiarity of the restaurant's atmosphere and Vincent's occasional quips and lectures put Rody in a slightly better mood. He started to enjoy having other things to think about other than Manon. Though, she would always be in the back of his mind, infiltrating his headspace and showering him in the memories of the pleasant times he's shared with her. Memories that had soured significantly.
Their relationship was like a flower. It withered as time went on due to the lack of nurture, and died out completely.
The day ended and Rody sighed a sigh of relief. He leaned against the counter, nodding at the chefs that filed out one by one to go home. There was only one person left; Vincent. After hesitating for a moment, Vincent walked up to Rody, struggling to find his words. Eventually, he parted his lips to speak.
"Good job," he spoke, "it's pleasing to know the way we do things here hadn't immediately left your mind the moment you resigned." Rody couldn't help but chuckle at Vincent's little jab.
"Thank you, Vincent. And, thank you for taking me back. I know it was probably a little confusing when I just up and left like that, but I'm glad you were kind enough to rehire me." Rody smiled, his words laced with gentle gratitude. Vincent's breath hitched.
"It's...no problem." he finally breathed out. "It's a little nice to be back! I had no idea I had gotten so used to this place despite only being here for one week." Rody continued on, his eyes averted, so he couldn't see the emotion welling up in Vincent's eyes, and the way his expression was changing rapidly.
"I'm...glad that you...came back." Vincent muttered under his breath so that Rody was unable to hear me. "I-...I wanted you back-"
"I wish Manon were here to see how much I made from my first week alone, though." Rody finished, pulling out the envelope that kept the money he had earned. He stared down at it with a sad smile.
He pocketed the envelope back up and looked up at Vincent. "Well, I'm going to head home. See you tomorrow, boss." Rody gave Vincent one last casual grin before strolling out of the bistro, his hands stuffed in his pocket, whistling a faint tune.
Vincent stared at the closed doors. Darkness draped over the bistro like an ominous blanket, the only sound that could be heard was the low hum of the freezer. His facial expression darkened, and his eyes slid downwards to his hands. His palms faced back at him. And he could almost see it. The pale skin of his hands stained with crimson red blotches of blood. Blood that had oozed from a stab wound.
Blood that belonged to Marieanne Vecher. Manon.
His hands shot up to his face, covering the panic that was slowly adorning his features. His breathing became erratic as memories from what he had done, what he had destroyed, flashed through his mind like some cruel picture show. Slowly, he forced himself to calm down, reminding himself as to why he had done what he did in the first place. It was all to infuse love into his cooking.
That's it, all he wanted was to understand the concept of cooking with love. All he wanted was to give the boy he liked something that he could enjoy. All he really wanted...was for Rody to enjoy his food.
Vincent uncovered his face and breathed out a tired sigh. He turned his head and stared at a specific spot. Where the freezer would be if he were standing inside the kitchen. "Manon can be a memory to him now. He doesn't have to know what happened." Vincent whispered to himself as he locked up the bistro. As he turned the key in the lock, he looked backwards again, his eyes narrowed.
"He doesn't have to know what I've done."
#writing#dead plate#rody x vincent#vincent charbonneau#rody lamoree#game#indie game#fanfiction#fanfic writer#racheldrawsthis#i miss them sm#rody is canonically bi and biphobic UGH. I AM ILL.
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*lying on the floor* I'm gonna have to write my own luckypatch fics at this rate is2g-
#if it's not obvious I've had. severe luckypatch brainrot for like the past week lmao. i missed them#decided to plunge into ao3 (after immediately excluding any Gross warnings bc these are CHILDREN) and ugh. so much he/him for clover :/#and he/they too. but not good enough tbh they're never referred to w he in canon so it feels like a cop out or excuse#it's been ages since i had the motivation to fully write and post a fic but i wanna try again soon đ#i love their lame friendship sm#wish i had the confidence to post my art more too bc i have. so many clovers lmao
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Sorry I am useless today I am having my shit wrecked by Samifer angst
#its so good but DAMN#ugh I have missed them sm#been writing so I decided to read and boy oh boy have I not been let down
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let me fold my laundry, shower then lock in to finish everything n ask for more things <3
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Missed seeing you on my dash! Hope you're doing well!
awh shucks đŤśđť missed bein here! iâm doing okay, how are you my lovely?
#dippys asks#ugh i missed chatting with u guys sm#but i had to put my foot down and get to writing#y��all know how it is!
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also iâm almost at 4k??? so maybe iâll do something for that?? maybe just open requests
#but ugh i actually miss you all sm#the community i felt on her when i first started and was writing and posting constantly was so wonderful
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Office Sleepover 2 - A.H
a/n: had sm fun writing this one yall
im so down bad for him ugh
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part one here! part three here!
pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader
summary: in which reader gets put on a hit-list and has to stay in the office (kind of based off when penelope got put on a hit-list by the dirty dozen)
warnings: 18+ MDNI, reader flashes hotch AGAIN, drinking on government property lmao, drunk reader, suggestive comments
wc: 3.2k
You were restless, to put it simply. Every conceivable activity within the BAU had been exhausted, and you had explored every nock and cranny of the office, leaving no corner untouched. At this point they should start paying you for tour guides because you'd be an expert.
You were bored, frankly, and lonely--the team had been on a case all week and you were stuck here. How Garcia managed was beyond you--the walls seemed to close in on you as stir craziness took hold. You kept busy with work, offering as much help as possible while staying put, but it really wasn't the same.
You missed the team, and a particular member's absence you felt just a tad more, though you wouldn't admit it. Thankfully, they were supposed to be back any second now. While Penelope had a special place in your heart, the thought of sitting through another round of her and Kevin's awkward flirting was almost too much to bear. Without Hotch to keep it in check, it was all the more excruciating.
"Bye, Kevin," you chimed in unison, your voices intertwining just as the door clicked shut behind him.
Once you were sure he wasn't coming back, you shot Pen a knowing glance, arching an eyebrow as you pointed one of her fuzzy pens at her.
"Ease up on the death stare, will ya?" Penelope chided, as she wheeled her chair back to her computers, her finger twirling towards you. "You get so broody when the boss man's gone."
You lobbed the pen in Penelope's direction. "No," you replied with a huff. "I get broody when the whole team leaves me behind."
"Gasp," Penelope declared, placing a hand over her heart. "Can you believe it? They're genuinely concerned for your well-being. The audacity!"
"Okay, but seriously, what's the bigger priority here--my life or my sanity? Because it's a fine line," you said with a shrug, pushing your chair back dramatically.
But, before the chair could gain any momentum, you found yourself abruptly against the wall, your head cushioned by an unexpected softness. Without a moment to comprehend, your chair was spun, your eyes growing impossibly wide as Hotch's belt appeared abruptly in your line of sight. You raised your eyes to meet his.
"Your life, I would wager," he said evenly, "but then again, I might be a little biased."
You sprang to your feet, too quickly, your foot catching, sending you lurching forward. Almost instantly, Hotch's hand was securing around your arm, preventing you from landing straight on your face.
"Oh, Hotch, sir, hi," you said, flustered and slightly disoriented. "I didn't realize you guys were back."
"We just got back," he said, his hand falling away from your arm, and you hated yourself for how you felt a subtle coolness that replaced the comforting heat of his touch. "Do you have those reports I asked for?"
"Oh, absolutely, they're ready at my desk," you assure. "I'll bring them to your office in a sec."
As he nods and exits, your scoop up your belongings from Penelope's desk, raising a finger. "Don't even say it, Pen."
You ignored the way she cackled as you left, moving to your desk to grab the needed papers. You attention was captured by Spencer and Emily standing by her desk. Without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around them both, pressing them against you.
"Ugh, I missed you guys so much."
They both laugh, their hands taking you in quickly as you lean against them.
Emily grins, ruffling your hair as she nudges you. "A week away and you're this clingy? We'll have the start weaning you off us, huh?"
"Don't tease," Spencer starts, his hand resting on your shoulder, "But out of curiosity, how many times did you check our desks while we were gone?"
"Too many times to count," you admit begrudgingly, a sheepish grin on your face. As you glance up, your eyes catch Hotch's through the glass pane. "Oops, almost forgot why I came down here."
Approaching Hotch's office, you tap on the door frame and enter. "Here ya go, sir." you offer, extending the documents toward him.
Your fingers lightly touch as he takes the papers, and for a moment, you're rooted to the spot, the brief contact sparking a surge of disarray in your senses. God, it's almost beyond belief that one man could have this kind of effect on you.
Hotch nods his acknowledgement. "Thanks," he murmurs. As you pivot to leave, he adds, "Could you sit down for a moment?"
You cast a teasing look over your shoulder. "I hope I'm not in trouble," you say. His expression doesn't change. "Wait, am I? Because that would definitely be enough to push me over the edge, sir."
"No, you're not in trouble," Hotch assures you. "I've received updates concerning your case."
You lowered yourself into the chair, hands perched in your lap, your eyes wide as you met his gaze. "Please tell me it's good news because I'm starting to forget what my own bed feels like."
"You've been here just over a week," Hotch states, matter-of-fact.
You blow out a breath, arms crossed over your chest. "Hotch, it's scary at night."
He clears his throat, "Anyway, it's good news. We've got a lead on the hitman, though it's not the all-clear you're wanting."
"Well, that's something at least," you concede with a nod. "But I don't get why I can't be involved in this investigation."
As Hotch opens his mouth, you jump in, deepening your voice to copy his. "Because you're too close to it."
He regards you steadily, clearly not amused.
"Yup, okay, I'm done, sorry, I'm leaving now," you relent, getting to your feet quickly and striding towards the door, but a hand beats you to it, closing it abruptly and effectively barricading you in.
With a quick turn, you ended up flush against the door, Hotch's hand resting against the wood just above your ear. You felt like you were short-circuiting, your eyes growing wide as they met his. He says your name, but it doesn't quite register--too engrossed in the heady scent of his cologne, the pressing warmth of his body, the nearness of his chest, so close that an inch's movement could mean a soft kiss to his neck. Not like that would be totally inappropriate or anything.
"What?"
"IÂ said, I'm worried about you."
You wanted to kiss him, man, you really wanted to kiss him. You bit the inside of your cheek to refrain from doing so.
"Why?"
It was barely audible, more air than sound, not daring to disturb the space too much, afraid of him suddenly becoming aware of just how close he was.
"You're very quick to make light of things, to make jokes, but I'm asking you to be real with me here. What are you feeling?"
His hand left the door, settling on your shoulder, his thumb hovering just shy of the hollow of your neck. Unconsciously, you found yourself leaning into the gentle pressure.
"That sounded sarcastic, Hotch," you noted, your tongue briefly sweeping across your lips, which seemed to dry out as you talked. "You're not implying my jokes need work, are you?"
His lack of response and narrowing eyes made you cave.
"Okay, fine, Hotch. You want the truth? I'm scared, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That I have nightmares every night? That I can't sleep?"
Your breaths came faster, teeth meshing tightly as you stared up at your boss. His hand found your cheek, his thumb sketching a path across your skin that ignited a trail of goosebumps over your whole body, making you hyper-aware of your every pore.
"What can I do to help?"
Stay with you, kiss you, fuck you--numerous thoughts ran raced through your thoughts, but none of them seemed wholly appropriate.
"N-Nothing, Hotch, really, I'm okay. It's not something that can be fixed, which is why I didn't say anything. Plus, everyone on this team has been through worse. I can handle it. I'm tougher than I look."
"I know you are, but Iâ," his words were cut short, a sudden knock at the door silencing him mid-sentence.
His hands fell away from you, but the sensation lingered, the heat of his touch seeming to brand you, marking where he had been. You ran a hand through your hair in an attempt regain some form of composure, just as he opened the door to reveal JJ.
Her eyes darted between the two of you, finally focusing on Hotch. "Sorry, guys, I have that footage from the press conference--is that what you needed?"
"Yes, right." Hotch nodded, pulling the door open further for her, then returning his attention to you, observing your flushed cheeks and uneven breath. "We'll continue this later, okay?"
"Yeah," you exhaled sharply before ducking out of the room.
You need to get a grip, or maybe a Xanax, probably both.
Once the office had emptied, leaving you alone, you sat pitifully on your bed. It was Friday, but there was not much cause for celebration when you were stuck here, surrounded by stale office air. You sprawled out on the mattress, tracing the patterns of the popcorn ceiling overhead. If someone didn't figure out this hitman situation, you were going to take him out yourself.
Not really, that would definitely be a death wish. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of muffled shuffling outside your door. Sitting up, you slid into your slippers and stepped out into the hallway.
"There she is!"
You snickered as Penelope extended her arms with jazz hands, while JJ and Emily lifted their arms to show off their wine stash. Gratefully grabbing a glass from Emily, you pulled them all into a group hug. "I can't help but feel like we're about to be the subject of a very specific memo from HR after this."
Giggles from JJ accompanied the wine pouring as you stepped back. "Hotch is surprisingly on board we thisâencouraged it even. Can you believe it?"
Warmth dusted over your cheeks at the thought. You wanted to kiss him even more, if that was even possible.
"Trust me," Penelope insisted, shaking her head as she paused for a drink. "I wouldn't dare cross HR again. Once was more than enough."
You wanted to say you were a classy gal, confident in your ability to drink responsibly--it was only wine, after all, not Everclear. But as the night went on, your voice rose a decibel too high, your balance a bit unreliable, and your displays of affection way too unrestrained.
You were already a touchy person, ask any of your team members, but with a few drinks, you're giving high school sweethearts a run for their money in the PDA department.
Your arms were flung around JJ's neck, peppering her cheek with kisses as you sang along to whatever music Pen was playing in between smooches. JJ was laughing, tilting backward on her heels, nearly knocking you both over.
"I love you guys. So so much." you said, each word stretched and muddled as you reached out to Penelope, who happily linked her fingers with yours.
"You are so drunk!" Emily accused, her palms squishing your face as she chuckled.
"'M not," you protested, words stifled by compressed cheeks.
She freed your face to grab more wine, Penelope not far behind, as you situated yourself on your desk chair.
"You know who I also love?" you questioned to no one in particular as you slid your phone out of your back pocket. "Morgan, Reid, Dave, and--,"
You paused, your nose crinkling as you bit down hard on your tongue.
"And?" Penelope pressed, brows raised as she looked at you expectedly.
"Hmm?" You hummed innocently, blowing a kiss her way as you shrugged off her question. "I'm gonna call Morgan."
Your eyes darted down to your phone, only to find the room swirling like a carousel. It took a heartbeat to register--someone's voice was already coming from the speaker.
"Hello? Morgan? How'd you know I was going to call you?"
"It's Hotch."
Your eyes grew comically large, a hand flying over your mouth, smothering the laughter that threatened to fall. "Hotch! It is so late! Why are you calling me?"
You shushed the group with a finger to your lips, the girls' curious eyes on you as JJ practically crawled towards you to eavesdrop.
"You called me." He paused. "Are you okay?"
"Hotch," his name was more of a whine than anything as you tossed your head back. "I'm fine, like, the definition of A-Okay. I'm with my friends and we're all kinds of okay."
You shot Emily a thumbs up.
"Good. Okay." Another pause. "Maybe drink some water, yeah? No more wine."
You gasped. "Agent Hotchner, I am a federal agent of the government. I know when I should be cut off."
"Oh, my god, get her off the phone."
You don't know who said it, but it sent you spiraling into another round of giggles, the phone slipping through your fingers while JJ pounced on it.
"Hey!"
She held up a hand, keeping the device just out of reach.
"Yeah, she's pretty drunk." JJ said, then frowned. "Hotch, listen she's more of a lightweight than we realized." You slumped against the chair. "Yes, sir. Goodnight, sir."
JJ ended the call and placed it back into your hands. "I cannot wait until you remember this in the morning," she sang, before casting a glance to the others. "Also, a heads-up--Will's almost here."
"No!" It came out louder than intended, almost a shout, as you stood, sending Spencer's pens tumbling. "Whoopsie." You latched onto Penelope, murmuring, "Stay here, don't leave me."
Penelope's laughter rang out, her hands cradling your head. "Worry not, I've set the security guy straight--if you get even a scratch, I'll make him regret the day he was born."
"See, this is why you're my favorite," you whispered.
"Heard that."
Will eventually texted JJ, letting her know he had arrived. As the they waited by the elevator, the doors slid open to reveal Hotch standing there. A squeal escaped you, matched by his single raised eyebrow surveying your condition.
Your cheeks were painted a rosy tint, hair in a delightful tangle, and your shirt hanging askew off your shoulder--you were an adorable spectacle of disorder, and he found himself suppressing the small smile that threatened to reveal his amusement as the other girls filed into the elevator.
He had made them promise not to leave until he got there, not keen on the idea of you being left alone like this. It might have been an exaggeration, but when you butt dialed him and he heard the sound of your slurred speech it had him envisioning all sorts of worst-case scenarios. Sure, he had seen you drink during team nights out, but nothing like this.
"Hotch!" You shouted, moving to him with a rapidity that might be, well definitely, was ill-advised.
He stood motionless as you looped your arms around his neck. You smelled so nice--a sweet hint of vanilla instead of the anticipated alcohol. After a brief hesitation, his hands slowly found their way to your waist.
"What are you doing here, silly?" You ask, pulling back just enough to see his face. "Wait a second, please don't say we have a case."
A subtle smile played on his face, his hand not budging from your back. "No, there's no case."
"Oh, good," you murmured, your head bobbing lightly in approval. The light touch of your fingers at the base of his neck spread a warmth through him. "You want a drink? I think there's still some wine left."
"No, I'm fine," he said, clearing his throat and taking a step back. "I think you need to get to bed."
Your hands lingered at his neck, softly exploring his hair as you looked up with a smile that made his pulse race unexpectedly.
"Is that an order as my boss or a suggestion as my friend?"
He raised his brow. "Both?"
"Well, okay," you shrugged as you took a step back. "Wanna see my room? I don't think you've seen it yet. Everyone else has."
Without giving him a chance to object, you dashed down the hallway. He trailed behind with reluctance, knowing just how dangerous this could be for him. He was all too aware that he shouldn't be here, let alone in your room in your current, wine-fueled state.
You fumbled for the light, fingers slipping before finding the switch as you stumbled into the cramped room. It was pink. Very pink. The pullout couch was lost beneath a mountain of pillows, excessive by any standard. Your closet was bursting, and a collection of gadgets and gizmos had overtaken the room, but he liked it, a lot.
Your collapse onto the bed sent pillows scattering to the floor, his mind wandered about the unseen details of your bedroom at home, and even more so, the thought of what a shared space between you two might look like.
A sigh escaped him as he stood over you. "How about changing into your pajamas first, hm?"
"No thank you."
"You're going to hate yourself if you wake up in jeans tomorrow."
"Fine." You pouted, propping yourself up on your elbows. "Top right drawer please."
He shot you a look but obliged anyway. There was something about that puckered out bottom lip that made him think he'd do just about anything you asked, like he was putty in your hands. Pulling out the most conservative pair of pajamas from the sparse selection, he made a mental note to ask about that later.
"Thank you," you said with a smile. He really liked your smile. "You know, you're really such a nice person, Hotch. OrâCan I call you Aaron? Just tonight?"
He felt a sudden emptiness in his chest as the air was knocked out. "You can call me Aaron. Just tonight."
A high-pitched squeal escaped you as you began shedding your clothes. He offered a stifled cough, quickly averting his gaze and nudging the door closed with his free hand.
"Well, Aaron," you said plainly, "I really like you."
The effort it took for him not to pivot on his heel was immense, particularly when your voice sweetened like honey at the mention of his name.
"You're a great boss."
"I like you too, Agent."
"No, you don't, well, I meanâyou can turn around now," you said. "You like me, but I really like you. It's not the same."
As he turned to face you, he could sense his cock twitching in his pants, a physical reaction to the sight of you fumbling with your shirt, your tits exposed in full view, as if begging to be touched.
"Christ," he hissed, gripping the ends of your shirt and yanking down. He was sure you were going to hate yourself in the morning. "You're not making sense, and I think you need to sleep it off."
"Yeah," you replied, your eyes warmly meeting his as you gave him a lopsided smile. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you in such casual clothes, Aaron. You look very handsome."
He needed to get you to bed before he did something he'd regret. He softly nudged your shoulders backward, offering no verbal response. You surrendered to the motion with complaint, your remaining strength insufficient for anything else.
Softly, he settled to blankets around you, taking a moment to study you, with the intention of memorizing you completely (even the part of you that was far too drunk).
"Goodnight, Aaron."
He summoned all his restraint to keep from crashing his lips into yours. He smoothed back your hair, allowing himself that as he shot you a tired smile. "Goodnight."
He hadn't even touched the doorknob when your plea reached his ears. "Aaron, Iâ, will you stay with me?"
And who was he to deny you anything?
next part!
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can you write something about brat tamer toji punishing reader for a day full of brattiness by manhandling and overstimulating them? this isnt in your will write or wont write but can you add daddy kink in there?
ââş ŕŞââ´đ i sure can and did ! >:3 it's short but longer than my other drabbles ! i personally don't love daddy kink and don't have it in myself to write it fully but i did a little bit of what i can bear đ thank you sm for your ask and i hope you like it ! have a beautiful day/night đ
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Toji punishing you in a deliciously cruel kind of way, his voice dark and gruff when he speaks to you, tone agitated, âNever behave do you? Canât fucking help yourself.â
His hand harsh on the back of your neck, holding you down, your back arched meanly while he fucks into you from behind. Toji canât help but bite his lip at the way you grip him, your cunt creaming around him, your past orgasms making his cock so slick and shiny. Trying to suppress his noises so you canât tell just how much heâs enjoying himself.
Youâre out of your mind, words slurred and coming slow between moans, âMm sorry! Ah!â Iâ hnnâ I didnât mean to upset youâ hahââ
âSee,â heâs leaning down, mouth right next to your ear as he spits, âI think you did; I think you annoyed me all day just so youâd end up right here.â
He clocked you so easily, knowing what you were doing as soon as you started pissing him off all those hours ago. He canât say heâs overly disappointed in you though, he loves taking you like this as much as you do.
âNoo, I wouldnâtââ
ââWe both know you would,â he cuts you off.
His hammering pace suddenly stops, stuffing you full to the hilt of him, shallowly grinding into you but not much more. Heâs able to feel the way you pulse around him, groaning at the snug fit of your pussy.
You whinge and wiggle your hips back into him, trying and failing to fuck yourself onto his cock. You need him to keep going, to do anything, but he only bites into your shoulder, a light punishment for your complaints.
âYou need it that bad, baby?â his voice holds a kind of mirth that makes your skin prick, âFine.â
He has two fingers on your clit before you can even register his threatening compliance, circling it insistently. You twitch and jolt under him, halted by his hand pressing into your upper back. So sensitive, everything feels hot, your toes curling and feet kicking into the mattress as you gasp out whines.
His cock throbs desperately inside you at the way your cunt pulses and leaks all over him, loving how you struggle against the pleasure. Already so overstimulated and he knows that, he likes pushing you to your limits.
Prying an orgasm out of you without moving his hips, only letting his fingers slip all over your clit until youâre trying to milk his cock. Muscles pulling taut as you cum all over him, Toji moans at it before chuckling breathlessly.
âFuuuckâ look at that,â he clicks his tongue, âSometimes I think Iâm too nice to you.â
Not really registering anything of what heâs saying, not when his fingers are tapping on your clit just to make you jerk under him at every touch.
Pouting out at him, âYouâre so mean to meâŚâ
âWhat do you mean?â you can practically hear the smile you know heâs wearing, âDaddyâs always so nice to you.â
You groan at him, âUgh, shuddup.â
He laughs at your reaction but doesnât miss the way your cunt jumps at his words, âThink you liked that a little more than youâre willing to admit.â
Shaking your head back at him in response, going to say something bratty in reply only to gasp and claw at the sheets when he starts fucking into you again. Fast and hard, almost driving you up the bed with how frenzied his thrusts are.
His hands are moving to your hips, using his new grip to fuck you like some kind of toy built for his pleasure. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, he always knows just how to fuck you into insanity, or stupidity.
âClose again? So soon?â Heâs teasing you, though heâs breathless as he does, âThatâs a little pathetic.â
So many orgasms forced out of you over the course of the night with him that you think he could look at you and youâd cum. âTojiâ Ah! Ah! Itâs too muchââ
ââShouldâve thought about that before you acted the way you did,â he muses, not even a little bit mad anymore. And how could he be? Youâre always so pliant when heâs fucking you, itâs something he delights in greatly.
The slick slapping sounds reverberating in the room are obscene, your moans just as loud, no doubt youâre going to wake up to a noise complaint from an angry neighbour again. Your nails dig into the sheets, bracing yourself against your next orgasm.
Fresh tears slipping from your eyes and down your cheeks at the force of it, whines pulled from your chest as your pussy spasms around Tojiâs cock for the umpteenth time tonight.
âSuch a good little thing,â he fucks you through it, âOnly time youâre so well behaved is when Iâm balls deep in you, I fuck you that good?â
Youâre too busy trying to stay conscious to really be aware of what heâs saying, settling for dumbly nodding at him and mumbling out, âMhm.â
The state heâs fucked you into is the last straw for him, cock twitching pitifully before heâs cumming inside your tight, little cunt. Painting your walls white and continuing his thrusts even if heâs overstimulating himself to do it.
Heâs sounding fucked out himself when he asks, âAre you sorry for today, or do we need to do this all again from the beginning?â
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A small teen wolf thought I had
Iâm really missing season 1 Stiles, so letâs imagine him having a crush on readerđ
We all know how Stiles had an enormous crush on Lydia, it was absolutely devastating tbh. Like this dude was lowkey devoted to herđđ
So what if a new student (reader) moved into town and itâs love at first sight for him. Heâd bump into you after rambling to Scott about whatever was on his mind and knocks your binder and books to the ground.
Helping you pick up your stuff, right when heâs giving you your notebook, heâd look up and just. Stare. Cuz ZOOWEEMAMA YOURE ABSOLUTELY STUNNING IN HIS EYES
Youâre busy thanking him and apologizing for the collision, waiting for him to let go of the notebook, voice slowly fading out when you notice him just staring at you with his mouth slightly open.
âThanks for helping me. Can I have my book?â
âUh huh.â
ââŚâ
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âStiles, you know you have to let go of the notebook.â Scott is trying his best not to slam his head in a locker when his friend still doesnât let go LMAO
Your chuckle snaps him out of whatever daze he was in, causing him to blush and apologize awkwardly. Youâd smile at him and in good nature, joke about it and walk away, leaving him in awe.
Most people would normally give him the stink eye, but seeing how you joked about it made his heart flutter a bit.
Everything is HISTORY after that. If you have any classes with Stiles, you already KNOW heâs gonna try and sit as close to you as possible. Teacher assigns partner or group projects? Heâs springing out of his seat and going to you first. You both have the same lunch period? Heâs inviting you to sit with him and his friends. Youâre having trouble with a certain class? Man, heâs already offering to help you after school, youâll nail that test with flying colors!
You just get him! You like his sarcasm and MIRACULOUSLY understand his random references from movies and video games! With all the time you guys spend together, his crush on you grows more and more.
You appreciate how Stiles is so interested in the things you like and dislike. You love how he asks why you enjoy a certain movie despite the terrible reviews it got. Why you dislike an artist he just began listening to. You both love the same things, but have different opinions on everything, every conversation flows so naturally with him that you canât help but develop a crush on him too.
Youâve never met anyone as eccentric and energetic as him, he never fails to bring a smile to your face teehee
Stiles is the type to remember every little, seemingly insignificant, thing about his crush. When your birthday rolls around, this dude has so many gifts readyđ a warm feeling fills you when you open one gift to see itâs an item youâve mentioned in a passing convo yall had MONTHS ago
Heâs so sweet and kind with you too like donât get me started. Stiles just enjoys being around you and seeing you happy makes him happy. SEASON 1 STILES IS THE DEFINITION OF PUPPY LOVE LIKE UGGHH
Takes you out on late night drives, barges into your room through the window with any takeout food youâve been craving. Hed even take you out on a mini âdateâ to the local arcade!!! his dad sees how much you mean to his son and is super happy that Stiles is happy. Loves when you come over to study with him, heâs always telling you stories about when stiles was younger (he would definitely cover your ears with his hands and speak loudly over his dad LMAO)
Iâm telling yâall, stiles having a crush on you is the cutest thing ever, especially if you reciprocate his feelings!!!When you guys get together, cuz itâs not a matter of if with his friends, youâre the ultimate duo.
Heâd confess his feelings for you in the most cheesiest way ever, probably during or after a school dance cuz why not.
UGH I NEED TO WRITE MORE STILES STUFF I LIVE HIM SMâźď¸ HE WAS NEVER THE SAME AFTER SEASON 3đđđ
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i wanna show u off | lewis hamilton x fem! reader
summary; fans couldnât help but love the interactions between their favorite driver and favorite singer
fc; kali uchis mi otra reina
warnings; reader is lowk implied to speak spanish/be latina lolllll but other than that, none i think ?
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri
notes; requested ! KALLIIIIII also ignore the dates on every tweet i always forget to change them/i make the date so off from the tl
masterlist !
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yourusername: orquĂdeas [orchids] is finally out on all streaming platforms, my luvs. tysm for all of your support n luvđ and even bigger thank u to my lew who supported me throughout writing n recording this album đđŤś
lewishamilton: đđđđ
username: simp
username: heâs just like me fr
lewishamilton: amazing as always , my love â¤ď¸ itâs been on repeat all dayâ¤ď¸
yourusername: my luvđđ
georgerussell63: i can confirm, been hearing your angelic voice all day in the garage! ( lewis even got toto hooked on orquĂdeas )
yourusername: LMAOO, even toto lewishamilton ??
lewishamilton: i wanna show u offđ
username: STREAMING ALREADYY
username: SHE HAS DONE IT AGAINđŤđŤ
username: she always eats
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alexandrasaintmleux: cha and i have been streaming all dayđđŤ
charles_leclerc: te mata has been ON REPEATTT
carlossainz55: his âvillainâ era as he told me đĽ¸
yourusername: LMAOOO but iâm glad ur enjoying it alex and chađŤśđŤś
username: ugh the hair, nails, makeup, and the fit??? i adore
username: mother when are u going to a race we miss uđ
yourusername: soon !đ¤đ¤
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lewishamilton: thereâs no place like home !! every year iâm blown away by the love and energy here. without it or without my y/n, the team and i wouldnât have had the result that we did. still a ways to go, but silverstone i love you deep~
yourusername: lew youâre so amazing đ always so proud of u, i love you smđĽšđŤś
lewishamilton: i love youđ
username: LEWIS P3!!!!!!
username: this race had me on the edge of my seat fr
username: HER FITT??? SHE EATSSSS
username: sheâs rlly mother đŤ
username: theyâre both fashion icons đđ
username: lewis in silverstone>>>
yourbestfriend: you were amazing!đ¤Šđ¤Š ( or however it is racing world, y/n wonât shut up abt u lol )
lewishamilton: thank you! ( and oh ? )
yourusername: ( i just wanna show u off đ )
username: i love them so bad pls
mercededamgf1: đđ
username: lewis how does it feel to be dating the baddest bitch đ¤đ¤đ¤
lewishamilton: pretty amazing đ
username: LEWIS REPLIEDNALDKS
username: never beating the simp allegations LMAO
username: the way he never fails to mention y/n, IM WEAK IM IN TEARSS
username: the đ
username: not both of them saying âi wanna show u offâ to comments where they were exposed for yapping abt each other, theyâre so goalsđŁđŁ
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Finished TMA, I know I rarely post but here's a WIP </3
Also here's my ratings and some thoughts I had...
đĽSPOILERSđĽ
S1 8/10
Some of the best statements, slow start and wish we had more time with Sasha and Tim bc of how much we get later on, amazing finale episodes and the second half really picks up by the end I was captivated.
S2 9/10
Amazing starting to learn more lore, loved paranoid Jon and all the Martin stuff we get, the tunnel stuff was actually terrifying and this season really had a great motif with the supplementals idk wether to call this season one of the scariest or funniest. Also Daisy Basira and Melanie slowly becoming more relevant is amazing I love them so much! Also the pay off with Not!Sasha attacking Jon and the Elias reveal is amazing!
S3 10/10
Probably my favorite because of how many gems you get, Episode 100 being hilarious, Michael's backstory, learning Martin and Tim's reasons for getting the job, Tim's connection to the Stranger who has been built up as one of my favorite villians and being personified through Nikola AAHAHH I love this season sm. MY GIRL MELANIE getting so much more time, OMG and the trips Jon goes on to discover more about his connection to the Eye and all the different avatars! Ugh I could gush about this season for hours. The perfect mix of spooky and lore and funny with a tragic ending.
S4 9/10
Still amazing but is docked a point because of how much less Martin and Melanie time you get, also I've never been a fan of the coma trope and was getting skeptical at the beginning but it pays off alot, I love how much Daisy and Basira get here and how much Jon really changes, loosing Tim and essentially loosing Martin is really interesting for his charcter growth and this is the season you can really feel it and SEE it and it also sets up his hero complex he gets for next season, loosing Sasha and Tim really has an important effect on his character. Also they make it so believable how Jon starts to realize he has feelings for Martin and how much he misses him and all the moments you get of him mourning the friendship they had gotten in s3. It's a lot to explore and as much as I was skeptical at first the pay off with Jon changing sm and THE FINALE!! is really worth it. This season also has my personal favorite Finale of all the seasons.
S5 9.5/10
I won't write too much about s5 because I'm still digesting it bc it's alot, but I loved it! The way Jon and Martin's interactions are so realistic and fun to hear, and the impending doom, that you realize half way though, that one or both of them may die is crushing but great. This season also has more scary statments that didnt affect me as much in s4 more like s2 and 3 again. Also love all the stuff the girlies get, and along with s3 hurting my soul so much this season managed to bring me to tears twice, with Daisy, Jon and Martin RIP </3
Overall I love this series so much and I loved listening to it I might listen to protocol now but I need a small break ugh...
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enha when you ask for another members pc [imagine]
IMAGINES - enhypen when...you ask for another members pc
Rating: PG
Warnings: swearing, kms/kys jokes, no gender specified but hoon and sunoo mentions "girl" (sunoo's is jokingly so), dying mention, lego threat
Picture Count: 10 pictures
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Hello! đđž Your knight!Ghost and Princess!reader was so fun to read・â :ďžâ (â ;â ´â âŠâ `â ;â )ďžâ :â ・
If you feel like it, Could you do a continuation? Like where ghost escorts her through the village because she kept complaining about it( and maybe they do something semi-public, like in the carriage or any alleyway)
Or maybe something risky in the palace, or just furthering their escapades in her bedroomJust some ideas!
I write too, so I get if you're not inspired by this or if you are and it takes a while lol
just hope it sparked some ideas(â *â Ëâ ︜â Ëâ *â )â .â ・â *â âĄ
All of them did thx sm đđžđđ I made this story a lot deeper than it was đ
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long story incoming
Part 1 is right here, but it's not required to read this tho
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The Truth
Ghost Riley x Black Fem Reader Angsty Smut
MDNI, Virgin!Reader, Princess!Reader, Black Knight!Ghost
CW: a lil angsty corruption kink??, semi-public smashing (castle library), afab parts, talking through it, fingering, riding
Word Count: 2525 (give or take)
Even after Ghost touched her in the bathtub, the Princess was still hellbent on seeing the fountain near the village entrance or the village in general, and not just from her balcony. The Black Knight wasnât verbally rejecting her request anymore, opting to stand there with folded arms and cold eyes.
"What the hell is so special about that damn fountain, anyway?"
âI don't know! Iâve seen people throw coins into it after making a wish and I have to try it! Itâs unfair!â
"Whatâs unfair is you being so hellbent on getting yourself killed. Are you in denial at how dangerous your town is?â
âUgh, now you sound like my father; it's our village, why would my people want to hurt me?â
He raised his eyebrows as his eyes widened.
"You...think... the people in this village actually care about you?"
âUm, of course they do.â She laughs, backing up, âDid you forget Iâm the princess? They may not know me to love me, but they surely care.â
"Oh they care alrightâ they care how easy youâll be to rob... or worse.â
âOh please, Simon, thatâs a bit dramatic.â
âThe moment you walk out there unprotected, they'd rip you apart. Just be thankful you havenât been caught by anyone out there when you sneak out."
âI don't believe that...â
"You don't believe it?"
âNo.â
âJesus, your fatherâs a worse King than I thought. Makes sense heâs an even worse father.â
âHey! He may be a pain, but watch your tongue.â
âIâll watch my tongue when he goes back in time and tells his daughter what people do when theyâre desperate, especially the people in this town. Because I can tell you holding people for ransom, robbing and even killing is never off the tableâ they might even do it for fun.â
âSimon, stop!â
He laughs, âYou know what, Iâll teach you myself. Maybe thereâs a book in the library on betrayal and human nature.â
âYou mean any book in there that I somehow haven't read a thousand times?â
âLetâs go, it'll give you something to do besides complain and piss me off all night."
Ghost steps out of the way to reveal the door across her room, gesturing for her to take the lead, allowing (Y/n) to lead. Once in the library, the Princess walked through the biology books, calling out everyone that sheâd read alreadyâ and she was right, it was most if not all. They then moved to the history book aisle, her fingers skimming past all the books' spines while her guard followed close behind silently, watching.
âFind anything yet?â
She groans, turning to face him. âOf course not, maybe because I read all these already! Ugh, besides some of them are missing.â
Ghost raised an eyebrow, âWhat do you mean missing?â
âThese books have been lost for forever, I think.â
âAnd nobody has tried to look for them?"
âI don't know, my father told me they went missing around the time he became King.â
âAround? Lost? What could've possibly happened to these books for them to just disappear?"
âI don't know, perhaps they were lost in the move...â
He almost laughs, "Lost in the move?"
âDonât laugh! Heâs not of royal blood, he was elected in by the old King before he passed!â
âOh, I know; the biggest news in the land was when a common blacksmith took his place.â
âSimonââÂ
âBut youâve never seen a bookstore, so you wouldnât know that most books donât look like...â He gestures to the golden spines on the shelves, â...This. So a common blacksmith couldnât have bought them.âÂ
âI... I-I donât know! I never really noticed or thought about until now... I was too young and theyâre just books so I never asked again...â
"Good, you're learning.â
âWhy would he hide books...?â
Ghost crossed his arms, giving (Y/n) a look as if it were a rhetorical question.
"Do you really have to ask? There is a reason he keeps you in this castle, isolated and dumb like this."
She blinks, â...Because I'm young...?â
âBecause your father knows what those villagers are capable of."
âBut all the times I snuck out, the few people I met were nice... They had to have known, the only thing I don't wear is my jewelry.â
"Whyâs that?â
âIn case something falls off while I'm sneaking out and leaves evidence to my routes...â
He chuckled, "You may be craftier than I initially thought."
âI'm naĂŻve, not stupid.â
The Princess starts to walk to the bookkeeperâs desk to see if the books are over there, impressing Ghost with her newfound determination. She climbs over the desk and crouches under to look for the books and to her surprise, there is a stack of missing books sitting right where the bookkeeper would be standing. She gasps and grabs them, standing back up to place the 10 books on the desk for Ghost to see while she reads off the titles.
âSo, she...â (Y/n) trails off, âThe bookkeeper knew about this too...â
"Do you trust her?â
âI trust all the staff... at least I did.â The Princess gasps, âThat's why he hired you to watch meâ cuz a Black Knight wouldn't be as lenient with me as a palace guard.â
He smiled and uncrossed his arms. "You're catching on, Princess. Well done."
âShould I read them...? I feel like it maybe too much information, especially in one night.â
âI could give you a summary of what might be in those books.â
âWhat, then tell me!â
"Do you really want to hear my thoughts, Princess?â
âYes, all of them, everything.âÂ
âYou aren't going to like it.â
âThatâs probably why it was hidden from me, isnât it?â
The Princess carefully jumps back over the desk and adjusts her nightgown before walking over to the lounging area of the library, causing a sly smirk to slowly form on his lips somewhat amused by her eagerness. She sat on the couch closest to the fireplace while Ghost stood in front of the couch opposite of her, silently gathering his thoughts before walking closer to (Y/n)âs sitting form.
"Your people are not kind." His boots thumped as he walked closer, âYou're smart to sneak out at night because not only will the guards bring you back, but your townspeople are some of the most aggressive, opportunistic people I've ever encountered."
(Y/n)âs smile fades, eyes widening as they search his eyes for any sign of a joke.
"Maybe it was the King before your father or the one before that, but your father has yet to try to do anything about it.â
âWell, heââÂ
âAnd he won't." He knelt before the couch and looked her straight in the eyes, "And you know how I know?"
She swallows thickly, shaking her head. Ghost leans closer, his hands gripping the arm of the couch as he leans forward.
"Because in the time he became king to right this second, he had a goddamn daughter that's now 20 years old.â
Her jaw dropped with a sharp inhale. Her eyes slowly drifted to the floor where he was crouching, heart panging as a sick feeling of guilt bubbled in the pit of her stomach.
âHe had over 2 decades to do something about the people in this townâ but didn't. And now here you are, sitting in this palace not knowing a goddamn thing about the place you're meant to rule.â
âHe wouldnât, heâs just... He....â
âNow, I don't blame you, how could I? You're the only one who's in the dark about all this because he doesn't want his âprecious daughterâ hurt.â
âSee? He cares... about me at least...âÂ
âAnd I donât doubt he was going to keep this from you until you became Queen to make it your burden."
âWhat, no... My fatherââ
âPlanned on teaching you nothing before shoving you into your new position? That's why I hate him-- that's why I could give a damn about consequences, âcuz there are none. Not even for touching his daughter in her bathtub."
(Y/n) gasps, looking back up with wide eyes and a burning face, the sight forcing an amused smirk to appear under the Black Knightâs mask.
"Oh don't look so horrified.â He rested his hand on her thigh, caressing the inside just like he did in the bath, âRemember, you tried to seduce me first."
Her thighs tremble, closing under the blue silk of the sleeping gown, âThen you already got your revenge; you don't have to taunt like this.â
"I'm not taunting you, Princess. Merely telling you all my thoughts, just like you asked. And IÂ do so enjoy how easy it is to get a rise out of you.â
He continued to rub his hand along her inner thigh, a sly smile under that skull mask of his.
She scoffs, âBut when I do so, it's wrong...â
"You need to be careful how you go about things, Princess.â
âOh is that so?â
âYes. For example, your method of 'accidentally' forgetting your towel is a very subtle tactic and if I was one of your stupid palace guards, I would've fallen for it. But mine...â He suddenly gripped her thigh firmly and separated it from the other, making her gasp, âIs much more direct.â
âThen.... You should teach me more...â
He chuckled softly and shook his head, his hand started to slowly slide further up her thigh, âAnd what makes you think I'd be willing to teach you a goddamn thing like this?â
âBecause you're the only one that's taught me anything.â
He paused for a second to think.Â
"Put your legs on my shoulders and lean back."
âR-Right now?â
âNo time like present. Especially, weâre less likely to get found.â
Looking down at him, the Princess slowly leans back on the couch and places the soles of her feet on him, the chill of his armored shoulders making her shiver. He smiled under his mask as his hand slipped under her gown to trace small circles on the inside of her thighs. He slowly lifted the silk over his head and pulled her hips closer to the edge of the couch cushions until he was sure she couldn't see his face before finally tugging his mask under his chin. She gasps when he tugs her underwear to the side before gripping the armrest of the couch at the feeling of his warm, plump lips wrapping around her tiny bud.
Ghostâs tongue gently caresses sensitive clit in circles in a way her fingers have never done. She looked down at her dress where his head was with a slack jaw in shock at his ability to make her feel this good already. His fingers were one thing but this was another. Every lick and swirl of his tongue was another whine or squirm from her, causing Ghost to grip her thighs even firmer.
âO-Oh my gods... How are you...?â
âHush... Shh...â His voice was muffled, his mouth refusing to stop, âJust feel...â
âBut itâs too good... I donât know what to do...â
She could feel her smirk against her folds before sucking harder until her legs tremble as they try to close around his head. Try. He closes his eyes as he angles her hips upward to be able to push his tongue inside, slurping and flicking her insides with soft grunts from under her sleeping gown. (Y/n)âs hips buck and stutter until she finally cums with a yelp of his name.
He retracts his tongue from her and watches her cunt pulse while listening to her pants and gasps from inside the silk. He then drags his tongue across her folds one last time, cleaning off her excess slick before pulling his mask back up and standing up to nonchalantly sit next to her quivering body. She pants, turning her head to aim her glassy eyes at him.Â
âWh-what now?â
âNow...â He slowly undoes his belt, âYouâre gonna sit on my lap and give yourself some pleasure.â
âBut I thought the man was supposed to be on top of the woman.â
Ghost chuckles, âThatâs one way of doing it. But I donât wanna be too rough on you for your first time so Iâll let you take over. So câmon, youâre wet enough.â
(Y/n)âs eyes widen as his hand reaches into his pants and pulls out his hard cock, letting it stand erect from his pants. She takes a deep breath.
âSo thatâs why you...â
âAte you out? Part of the reason; itâs also just a way to get you even more turned on.â
The Princess slowly climbs onto Ghostâs lap and straddles him while holding his shoulders to keep her soaking wet cunt hovered above his tip. His chin was angled up, observing how her nervous gaze looked all around, seemingly worried about his size so the knight softly grabbed her hips to get her attention.
âOi.â
âY-yeah?â
âRelax... Remember, youâre in control and Iâm right here.â
With that notion, she slowly lowered herself onto him, biting her lip to keep her discomforting groans from echoing in the library. Her fingers dug into the metal of his shoulder armor as her body adjusted to himâ the slick from her earlier orgasm helping like he said it would and more than she thought. Her face contorted in displeasure, her eyes shut tight from every inch but suddenly fly open when his cockhead hits something inside herâ something his fingers and tongue hit, but somehow even better. The Black Knight stifles his laugh with a groan.
âYou felt that huh?â His voice drops to a whisper, âHit it again.â
With the guidance of his hands, the Princess lifts and drops herself on his cock, hitting her spot over and over again and understanding what he meant by giving herself some pleasure. Her eyes flutter shut again as she creates her own slow, steady rhythm up and down on his lap, her ass lightly slapping against his thighs with each drop. Ghost groans, making her open her eyes in time to see his head tilt back on the couch with his own eyes shut.
âAre you alright?â
âNever better....â He pants, âNever fucking better, just keep going.â
âCan I go faster?â
âFuck, please yes.â
Her hands grip his shoulders harder and she bounces faster, whimpering at the way his thick, veiny shaft drags against her walls. His pants come through his mask, making his hands tighten on her hips. The Princess leans forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder to which he pulls her closer, pressing their chests together. His arms wrap around her and his hands hold her ass cheeks to help her bounce faster, their grunts and moans softly echoing off the walls along with the slapping crackling of the fireplace. It wasnât long before her hips started to grind back and forth on his lap to fight off the growing pressure in her body.
âNo, keep going. Thatâs a good thing.â He murmurs, loving the fluttering clenches around his cock, âA great fuckinâ thing, keep doing that âtil youâre done.â
âWhat aboutââ
âIâm the teacher, all you gotta worry about is keeping that pretty voice down.â
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(a/n): sorry its so late loves, I got a cold and then a job lmaođ¤Łđ
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sexting w txt hcs
oooohhh interesting....
cw. sexting, pet names, fem reader, everything is implied, nothing rly happens, sendng nudes/audios, cunnilingus, masturbation.
yeonjun - he's already rly flirty over text anyway, like thinkin of how good u tasted this morning... or miss your lips baby.... but then when y'all are far apart for a few days, especially if ur in different time zones, he'd have full blown, cumming in his hand sex w u over text. and omfg the nudes this man would send......he'd send them at the worst possible times, making u tingle while at ur desk job or while ur on the train. and honestly, could see him writing corny lil poems, confessing his love for u in response to seeing ur tits.
soob - i feel like he's pretty subtle, only happens every once in a while when its straight up sexting ykwim? BUT i can see him recording voice memos of him cumming in the shower and sending them to you with a miss u sm baby... and his little GIGGLES omfg. and i think he'd ask u for nudes a lot and always has the cutest reactions, like that's my girl....thank u my love
beomgyu - silly, fun sexting. like can i see ur bewbs babe pls? but his nudes would be amazing. the lighting, the framing, omg he's such a picky bitch about how his nudes would look. i could see him being the type to make u cum from just his texts while he's like getting his hair done. he's about to go on stage but ur in ur living room w ur hand in ur panties.
tae - oooohhh soo complimentary omfg. more so like,, making love you u over the phone ? like baby, u mean so much to me and i'm gonna prove it to you tonight. or i hope you know how beautiful you are. do i need to show you with my cock when i get home? or i feel so close to you when my arms are wrapped around u and ur wraped around my cock <3
hueningkai!! - ugh omfg, i feel like he'd be a little awkward with it at first, not rly sure what to say, but then get suuuper confident and sends u dirty shit all day long. some are artfully crafted like i crave exploring every inch of you until thereâs nothing left but us, bare and breathless in the dark. and some are lewd and basic like, can't wait to fuck you, lovey dove <3
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Could you please write JJ x reader smut where the reader is new to the team and disrespects/talks back to JJ in a meeting so after it JJ puts the reader in her place!
talking back
a/n: ugh i was sooo happy to get a request for jj!! the loml, i love her so much. thank you sm for sending this in. i tried to make it as steaaamy as possible đŤ
pairing: dom!jennifer jareau x sub!reader
warnings: SMUT!! use of vibrator from jj, handcuffs, spanking, hair-pulling cursing, degradation. names used in this are fully fictional & randomly generated!
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âokay.â emily started, walking into the bullpen. âwe have a case.â she said, making a beeline for the briefing room
the rest of you rose from your chairs and followed suit. you followed everyone else since it was your first week at the BAU. you had worked the entire week basically shadowing the team but also being shown around quantico. you hadnât actually worked a proper case with them yet.
you mainly shadowed agent jennifer jareau. you found her incredibly captivating while she worked. she was beautiful but also had an intensity to her that made her good at her job. she had an intelligent mind and a presence that was hard to miss. it was endearing, you even found yourself having a little work crush on her.
you walked into the briefing room, taking a seat in between luke and jj. penelope handed out the case files to each of you, showing excitement when she handed you yours.
âbabyâs first case!â she commented in a cheery tone, she then pressed a button on her remote. the juxtaposition of her cheery tone to the gruesome pictures on the screen was almost comical.
you eyed the dead body on the screen.
âjoseph tiller. found dead in an alleyway with wings carved across his back.â she said, âkilled in the same way as victoria barley and matthew camrey.â penelope flicked through the photos.
âthe wings carved on the back is an interesting MO.â emily noted, pointing to the wings and tracing them on the screen.
âbird wings?â jj chimed in.
âangel wings.â you cut in as well, a little bit more firm than her. you were only trying to be helpful.
âthey look too sharp to be angel wings. it could be a sign of predator and prey, they look like wings from smaller birds.â she said, countering you.
âthese victims seem like really geniune people.â you said, flicking through the file. âi think theyâre angel wings. it could be a sign of resentment, like the unsub didnât want to kill them and he acknowledges that theyâre good people. but he just couldnât help themselves.â you looked over at jj, trying to read her face. her clenched jaw showed that she wasnât very happy with her opinion being challenged. she was usually fine with it when it came from othersâ but you figured it was just cause you were new.
âyouâve barely been here a week, sweetheart. you canât know that for sure.â jj retaliated, you went quiet.
âmy opinion is just as valid as yours, agent jareau.â you scoffed, crossing your arms.
âwrong opinions get you killed in this line of work.â she shook her head, glaring at you.
the room fell silent, everyoneâs eyes were on the two of you.
âlike youâve never had a wrong opinion before? i find that hard to believe.â you snapped back at her. ânobodyâs perfect, jareau.â you huffed.
âoh youââ jj started.
âi think you both have points.â emily cut in to stop you two from fighting. âwe can explore both options, one of them is bound to lead us to the right guy.â
you two slumped into your chairs. you didnât want to mess with emily, you quieted down and just waited for further instructions. emily briefed all of you on your assignments for when you landed.
âwheels up in 30.â
you stood up, stepping out of the briefing room. before you could even make your way back to the bullpen, jj grabbed your arm and dragged you into her old office.
âwho taught you to speak to people with that mouth?â she snapped at you while throwing you into the room and shutting the door behind her.
âwhat? jj, you seriously canât be upset about what happened in the briefing room?â you asked in disbelief. you leaned against her desk with your arms across your chest.
âiâm upset. who told you it was okay to talk back?â she asked, stepping forward until she was in front of you.
âjjâ come on, we have to get ready.â you said, trying to stand up straight but her stature blocked you from doing so. she suddenly grabbed your face in her hand, her fingers pressing at your cheeks.
âyou deserve to be punished for how you talked to me.â she spat out. âyou need to be put in your place.â
you would be lying if you said this wasnât turning you on. you found jj beautiful, you had only seen her in a work setting. this newly sought out dominance only made her more attractive to you.
you tried to get some words out but jj squeezed your face harder, restricting you from saying anything. you let out a helpless whine instead.
âgood. you sound so⌠weak. thatâs good. youâre starting to know what you truly are.â she pulled you forward by your face and turned you around, bending you over the desk. she pulled open a drawer that was beside your leg, you heard chains clanking against each other.
oh no.
you felt handcuffs lock around your wrists as she pulled your hands behind your back. you pulled against them at first, trying to get them off.
âno. be good.â she scolded you. she pulled your pants & panties down until they bunched up around your legs. âiâm gonna need you to count, honey.â she said, the kind nickname shocking you a bit.
âcount what?ââ smack. âow! fuck!â you cried out. jj had delivered a slap to your ass, it wasnât gentle to even start with, she released a lot of tension with it.
âcount.â
smack.
âone!â you yelped out.
smack.
âfuck! two!â your hands were trying to reach for anything to hold on to. the pain was mixed with pleasure as you caught a glimpse of how hot jj looked when she was angry. your arousal started to wash over you, sending a wetness to your core.
smack!
âthree!â you yelled. you were unsure if people could hear you at this point, jj didnât seem to care. her jaw clenched and her eyes were filled with rage and lust at the same time.
smack!
âfour!â you started getting used to the feeling but it was still pretty unbearable. âiâm sorry!â you tried apologising, hoping that maybe sheâd stop and give you some more pleasure for once.
âiâm sorry just wonât cut it.â she muttered, swinging her hand back down.
smack!
âfive! please.â you begged, tears forming in your eyes. your arousal started dripping down your legs.
smack!
âsix!â you breathed out. you needed to be touched. the cool air coming in through the office air conditioner was hitting your core, sending goosebumps up your legs.
that was the last of it, jj pulled away and went into another drawer. she tinkered with something in her hand and you started to hear a light buzz.
you gasped when a vibration hit your wet cunt and moved around your clit.
how did jj manage to hide all of this?!
she started to move the vibrator up and down your slit. it moved easily with how wet you were.
âgod, youâre so embarrassing. i was hurting you and you were still so turned on by me.â she laughed softly, teasing you.
you wanted to retaliate and tease back but you knew sheâd probably deprive you more. you layed there and took it. you were moaning softly with each time the vibrator would hit your clit, gripping onto the chains holding the handcuffs together.
she suddenly pressed the vibrator hard against your clit, your knees immediately giving out as you dropped. your upper half on the table helped keep you up but jj didnât care if your knees couldnât hold you any longer, she continued to use the toy on you.
you felt your orgasm build quickly, your moans started to get heavier and your body tensed up.
she grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head up, your face lifting off the desk.
âi donât care how long we take. youâre only gonna cum for me when i want you to.â she whispered into your ear. she pulled the vibrator away suddenly, you whined at the sudden stop.
âjj, please. i wanna cum for you.â you tried to turn and look at her.
âhearing you beg is cute, but it wonât work.â she said, she lined the vibrator up with your hole, gently pushing it in and pumping it into you.
âah! fuck⌠jj, feels⌠feels so fucking good.â you said between moans. she dragged the vibrator up to your clit when it would pump out, then drag it back straight into your hole.
your hair was still pulled back, your back creating an arch. jj stood directly behind you and started kissing your neck, leaving bite marks that you hissed at. your eyes rolled so far back, you mightâve seen your skull.
âmmph, jjâŚâ you moaned out her name. âwonât⌠wonât talk back again.â you forced out. you were so fucked out that youâd tell her anything just so you could cum.
âgood girl⌠such a good girl.â she chuckled, pleased with her work. this was getting her off too, she was turned on by how easily you were weak for her. she had been waiting to do this with you ever since you started shadowing her.
âokay baby, you can cum.â she said, nodding in approval.
that was all you needed to release all over the toy, your cum dripping down onto the floor of her old office. you cried out her name as you came, you grinded ever so slightly against the vibrator but she quickly pulled it away, using her fingers to help you ride out the high.
she undid the handcuffs as you heard the team start to walk around and grab their go-bags. you tried to stand straight back up to pull your pants up but your legs gave out again. jj chuckled as she helped you stand upright.
âthat should teach you your lesson.â she said, proud of herself.
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