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Office Sex

(Ok so I haven’t written anything in a VERY long time. And I’m so sorry for gracing your screens with probably utter garbage, but my Hotch thirst is real!)

Y/N strolled into the BAU with a coffee in hand. It was late, and the only light she could see was coming from the Unit Chief’s office. Perfect, she thought to herself. She needed to speak to him anyway, and with him still being here and possibly the only one besides her, it’d give her that perfect opportunity.

This conversation needed to be private, and honestly she hoped he was in a better mood now than he had been earlier in the day. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be harsh during cases that really seemed to stress him out, but this time had been different. Whether he liked it or not, she was going to confront him about it.

With a soft but confident knock on the cracked door, she peeked around the corner to look at Hotch as he sat behind his desk.

“Y/N, what are you still doing in the office? I thought everyone went home already.”

“I just left for a coffee, I have paperwork I need to finish up and didn’t feel like going home,” She spoke, stepping more into the office to stand in front of his desk.

Hotch sat his pen down and interlaced his fingers as he watched her. “You know that could’ve been done tomorrow. Why don’t you want to go home?”

Y/N let out a sigh and brushed back her hair. “Honestly if I went home I’d drown myself in a bottle of wine that I’m not ready to open just yet. But since you’re still here, there is something I’d like to discuss,”

This peeked Hotch’s interest and he straightened more in his chair. “Very well, the floor is yours,”

Y/N released a steady breath as she took one last step toward his desk standing right across from him. “Earlier today, you sent me with Reid instead of doing what I SHOULD have done in that interrogation room. I want to know why I was punished.”

Hotch let out a sigh of his own and rubbed his fingers across his eyes. “Y/N we already discussed this didn’t we? It wasn’t a punishment, I had that interrogation under control. I needed you elsewhere.”

There it was again the same bullshit answer he had given to her after the case was resolved. She didn’t buy it then and certainly didn’t buy it now. “Why don’t we cut the bullshit out of this conversation and you tell me exactly what you’re thinking, because I know that is utter crap, with all due respect sir,” She was a bit nervous now as his hard gaze swept over her.

Hotch pushed away from his desk and stood, a hand still resting on the desk as his other parted his suit jacket to rest on his hip. “You want to know the truth, because I was trying to be nice here,”

His words caught her a little off guard. Here it goes, she just lost her job. “Yes sir I want your honesty, I know that’s just some bullshit excuse.” She kept her gaze on him as he moved around the desk to stand beside her.

“You were being reckless in that room, antagonizing him. If I wasn’t in that room, he would’ve made a move to take you and that wasn’t going to keep going on. I wasn’t going to sit there and let you put yourself in jeopardy much less irritate me.”

Y/N stared back at him, almost unsure of where to go from there. She was being reckless? Isn’t that what he had done when he turned into angry Hotch and took lead? “What was so wrong about that? We were trying to get that guy to confess. I fit the description of his victims Hotch. If I had stayed in that room we would’ve had him sooner than we did.”

Hotch’s jaw tightened the slightest as he brought a hand up to rub at his forehead in irritation. “Y/N are you trying to say I didn’t do my job correctly? Would you rather I have left the room and let him tell you all the things he would do to you before he killed you?”

And she was at a loss for words again. Why? She was never this speechless around him. They were close, closer than she was with the rest of the team. So why, when he was giving her valid reasons for sending her away, was she so speechless to apologize for acting this way with him? She lifted her gaze back to his eyes before letting out a sigh, finally able to mutter a ‘sorry’ before uncrossing her arms and reaching for her coffee that sat on his desk.

Hotch moved and grabbed her wrist stopping her in her tracks. It wasn’t often he would touch her, but when he did, her mind was always flooded with inappropriate thoughts. Her eyes met his as he closed the distance between them. “S..Sir?” She stuttered, unable to move as she looked at him.

“Y/N, today was very reckless, and I don’t want it to happen again,” He spoke, his hand still easily wrapped around her wrist. All she could do was nod as her eyes moved to look at his hand on her. Her heart was thudding away in her chest as she thought of all the possible things those hands could do to her.

“Look at me,” He spoke in a stern voice. Her eyes instantly met his and heat flooded straight to her core. God how she wanted this man, if only he knew. But before she could continue with her thoughts, her bottom was pressed to the edge of his desk and he was in front of her, his hand abandoning her wrist to hold her hips in place against the desk. Was she dreaming?

“I know this is very inappropriate of me Y/N, but I’ve been refraining from taking you for a while now, and today, today was the final blow to my resistance,” Hotch spoke, his hand pulling his tie loose as he kept her pinned against the desk. “I’m giving you one last chance to leave this office, take it now,” He paused for a moment, allowing her to leave if she wished it.

When she didn’t make a move to leave or even a stutter of a protest, Hotch moved lifting her onto the edge of the desk in a searing kiss. Y/N’s arms wrapped tightly around his neck, in an instant returning the kiss. Her mind was gone, and all that consumed her was him. Her hands moved from his neck to roam his chest, pushing at his jacket as they continued to kiss. His hands left her only for a second to throw the jacket to the floor. She took the moment to start on the buttons of her blouse, lips still connected as he laid her back onto the desk, scattering his paperwork in the process.

Hotch sat up, separating their lips to stare down at her. She was a puddle lying underneath him, her hands stopping from her blouse to reach out and touch him. His hands moved past hers, grabbing at the fabric of her shirt before ripping it open, buttons flying across the room. She could’ve came right then and there. She sure as hell wasn’t going to cry over the death of her favorite shirt right now, she would mourn later.

Hotch’s mouth latched onto her chest, sucking and biting right above her black lace bra. Her breath was ragged as she clutched at his hair, moaning out his name. “Aaron,” She bit her bottom lip, as her hands tried to reach the buttons of his shirt.

As if saying his first name did something to him, Hotch pulled back from her, yanking her skirt down her legs. The look in his eyes was clouded, lust driving him mad as he looked her over. “Y/N you’ve always been such a beautiful sight,” he spoke, starting at the buttons on his shirt quickly as he looked her over.

“Aaron, please for the love of God fuck me already,” Y/N was breathless as she watched his bare chest slowly appear to her. Hotch smirked lightly as he tugged his belt undone and let his pants fall to his ankles.

Hotch moved, lifting her slightly off the desk, one hand at her back as the other tangled into her hair, and before she could move to kiss him, he had slammed into her. Her head fell back into his hand in pure ecstasy. “Oh, fuck,” She moaned out, her hands clinging onto his shoulders as he instantly set a bruising pace into her, one of his hands gripping her hip now. She hoped he would leave a bruise there just for her to remember this by, not that she would forget.

Hotch pressed her back down onto the desk, bending her knees at his hips as he slammed deeper into her. And that change of angle was all it took for the both of them. Y/N cried out his name as she reached her peak, tightening around him and forcing him to come as well. He spilled into her, laying against her chest in a sweaty mess. They both stared at each other, regaining their breaths. Her hands swept his sweaty hair from his face and she couldn’t help but smile. “If I get this every time I misbehave, perhaps I’ll do it again tomorrow,”

Hotch let out a chuckle as his lips pressed to hers again, pulling out of her and grabbing some tissues from his desk to gently clean her up. “Get dressed, you’re coming home with me,” He spoke, bending to pull up his pants.

Y/N sat up, pulling her underwear and skirt back in place. “Well, you destroyed my favorite shirt, so what do you suggest I do sir?” She questioned, looking at her destroyed shirt as it laid on the ground.

Hotch smirked as he bent and picked it up looking at the mess he had made of it. “Sorry, I’ll replace it,” He spoke, tossing his suit jacket around her shoulder and clipping the buttons to hide her body from the cameras in the hall.

Hotch smirked as he bent and picked it up looking at the mess he had made of it. “Sorry, I’ll replace it,” He spoke, tossing his suit jacket around her shoulder and clipping the buttons to hide her body from the cameras in the hall.

Y/N smirked and hopped off his desk, grabbing her heels that had fallen off during their heated activities. “Oh and, we’re definitely using your office again,” She spoke, looking back at him as she reached his office door.

Hotch laughed, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes, “I was going to say the same thing to you,” He spoke, moving a hand to her back as they left his office and went home to share a bed.

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If only this were the true ending, then I wouldn’t be as disappointed. Ben deserved better. Kylo Ren deserved better.

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A/N: please please listen to this song as you picture their eyes locking cuz that is what gave me this idea. Also sorry for all the versions of just how Elijah could look at her my god. I didn’t write it good I know, but I haven’t written much of anything in years so I’m so sorry, but I had to share this idea I got last night while trying to fall asleep by listening to music. I’ll never be over Elijah 🤗

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You took a quick peak from behind the curtain, and gazed out into the crowded speakeasy. You were never nervous, just curious as to who would show up to watch you tonight. The crowd was constant, every night here was a party, and you loved it.

“You’re up darlin! Drop them dead like always,” one of your fellow ladies, Rose, spoke to you as she left the stage with her group of dancers.

Tonight was a special performance for you. It was a song that meant a lot to you. It made you think of him.

You squeezed your cheeks a little in front of the mirror before touching up your red lipstick. You were mentally preparing yourself for the feelings this song would put you through.

“Y/N, it’s time,” came a mans voice as he came around the corner to look at you. You turned to lock eyes with the man, Benjamin, your best friend. “Is he…” You let your words falter, you couldn’t ask him the question. But Benjamin already knew what you were going to ask. He faintly smiled at you, but shook his head no. “Sorry Y/N, I haven’t seen him come in.”

With a deep sigh you simply nodded and turned to face the curtain that hid the stage on the other side. Oh well, you thought to yourself, you would just have to imagine he heard you.

The crowd erupted in cheers, cat calls, whistles galore as you stepped onto the stage. Your gloved hand reached out and gripped the microphone stand in front of you. The lights were dim, casting a warm glow onto you as the beat of your favorite song started to vibrate the walls around you. And then the crowd grew silent as you began.

“I’m thinking it over…the way you make me feel so sexy but it’s causing me shame…” your raspy singers voice was perfect for this song, and it was sure to melt a lot of men into a puddle at your feet. But there was only one man you were dying to lay eyes on.

You continued to sing the song, quickly being swept into all those feelings that you had tried to suppress. You missed him so deeply. This song was for him, the man that couldn’t allow himself to love you like you so desperately wanted.

Your downcast eyes slowly rose as you continued to sing, and as you spoke your next line, you locked eyes with him standing by the bar. You could’ve fainted, but this was for him. “I don’t want to say our love is a waiting game….”

You continued to sing the song as the music thumped through your veins, eyes never leaving his. He was here…he had come to hear you sing. He still cared about you. A smile crossed your lips as you stared at him, ending the song as the lights died around you. You didn’t hesitate to leave the stage and make your way to him.

“Elijah…” Your voice threatened to crack as you hadn’t said his name out loud in so long.

Elijah lifted his glass and downed the contents of it in one gulp before discarding it onto the bar top and taking a graceful step toward you.

“Y/N…” his smooth velvet voice spoke your name, and you could feel your legs starting to turn into jello.

“I’m glad you were here to hear me sing…”

His soft smile to you reached his eyes. He was so gorgeous, hadn’t changed at all since you last laid eyes on him. “I always hear you sing…”

His reply shocked you, your lips parting only slightly as you were about to question his meaning.

“I come every night you sing,” he spoke, taking another small step toward you, which closed the remaining space between you. “I never miss a song,” he nearly whispered it but you were close enough to hear him.

“Elijah I,” You allowed your voice to die off as you lifted a hand to gently rest it on his chest. You had to touch him, to know for sure that he was standing in front of you.

Elijah’s arms circled around you and pressed you firmly against him. “I’m not going anywhere, I’m done running from this,”

And before you could do or say a word, his lips were on yours, melting you in your spot. The kiss sat your nerve endings on fire, igniting the flame that had been hidden away for him, only him.

As your kiss ended, and he parted from you only to allow you a breath of air, he spoke again. “No more waiting,”

Your eyes locked once more, and you both shared a bright smile before you relaxed into his arms. The waiting game was over, Elijah was yours.

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Ok but Um can we please!!! Please blow this shit up. I swear I have never been so deeply mesmerized by words. Fucking words! Incredible. The way you phrase everything my god. If those of you that follow me don’t take anything else away from my page please for the love of God please read this. I salute you bastila. My god you have mesmerized me even more so than your first writing. And can I please just point out my favorites: “Gentle little thing,” he pondered, running a thumb under your jaw. (I mean fucking imagine Kylo touching you so simply to light a fire under you. My god. Brb I’m slowly dying I think.) and then the whole “You were about to sit on the face of the most dangerous man in the fucking galaxy.” Like holy shit! What a sentence! Ok I’ll shut up after my favorite thing, like please please I NEED to hear Adam Driver in his deepest sexiest Kylo Ren voice to say “pretty fucking thing” *fans self then faints. Thank you Bastila, I honestly have never read anything as amazing as this. No novel I have read holds a candle to your flame Darling. You have the brightest burn of them all!

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Summary: You’re a medical officer aboard the Steadfast, and you’ve found yourself caring for a gravely injured Kylo Ren. He seems to require some unconventional treatment.

Rating: Extremely Explicit

Words: 7.5k

Content warnings: Somewhat graphic depictions of injury, wound/bloodplay, burnplay, oral bloodplay, oral sex (f recieving), orgasm denial/delay, choking, inappropriate use of the Force (and of a medical device oops), rough sex, extremely minimal aftercare, Kylo Ren is a nasty fucking boy, LISTEN this gets a lil dark ok, so just please consider before clicking ok tysm

A/N: I scrapped and restarted this whole thing at least twice, but we finally got there my friends. Is this over the top? Maybe. Do I have a single regret? No. Please heed the content warnings, you may have a bad day if you don’t. This is pure unadulterated filth. Enjoy!

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The Pull to the Light

Author’s Note: Ok so this is my first attempt after years of not writing anything. I’m not even sure if I’ll keep going with this. Guess it just depends on what you all think of this first chapter. I’m so sorry if i waste anyone’s time who takes the chance to read this. Anywho, here it goes....

The Pull to the Light (1/?)  KyloXreader featuring the softer side of Kylo Ren

Walking the halls every day was easy. Your job as a lieutenant of the First Order was easy. It was the few times you would come in contact with the supreme leader that would turn your brain to mush. The air would leave your lungs as your gaze would land on his helmet where you were sure his hidden eyes bore into you.

You were great at what you did outside of these seldom occurrences. It didn’t take you long to move up the ranks so close to Kylo Ren’s side, that your rank was just under that of general Hux. You were proud of yourself for focusing on your job within the First Order, proud that you had pleased the supreme leader enough to still be alive.

But there were times, when you’d be trekking your way to your quarters, that your thoughts would wonder. Even though the supreme leader’s gaze on you was far and few between, they still existed. And you held on to a bit of hope that you’d eventually gain his trust so much that he would confide in you.

You could tell, even if you were the only one to notice, that he was lonely. His constant anger toward almost everyone was proof of that, pushing every possible person away from him that might actually speak to him. It was his defense. That’s why, on the occasion that you could feel him looking at you behind that mask, you felt a small shred of fear shoot through you. He would no doubt know what you were thinking, and could easily strike you down for thinking of him that way. But he never did.

Tonight the air inside the ship felt a little different, as if every step you took toward your quarters was a step closer to your doom. Nothing about the day had made you think it might be your last. Nothing up until now as the silence smothered you.

The hall was eerily quiet as you locked your gaze on your quarter doors. You were on full alert as you pressed your clearance code into the keypad and the door slid open to reveal your empty quarters. As the door closed to seal you safely inside you relaxed and started to rid yourself of your uniform jacket.

What’s gotten into you? Everything’s fine. You told yourself as you readied for the nice warm bed that awaited you.

It wasn’t until you finally sat down on the edge of your bed in nothing but your undershirt and panties, that you felt truly relaxed. Tomorrow would start a new day, but for now you would have peace.

You quickly slipped into a peaceful slumber, allowing yourself to dream of your home planet and the taste of your mothers cooking. You didn’t know how long you had slept before a sharp urgent tapping at your door woke you. Before you could reach the door to enter the code to open it, it opened on its own and there he stood.

Kylo Ren, the supreme leader, was standing in your doorway. You were instantly awake as you straightened to attention. “Supreme leader sir!”

Kylo remained silent as he stepped through the door and moved passed you to stand by your disheveled bed. And that’s when you remembered that you had been asleep. You practically leapt for the robe that hung by your bathroom  door and haphazardly tied it in place. What was going on? Why was he standing in your room?

You took in a shaky breath as you gained the courage to speak. “Supreme leader, sir, what do you need of me?” But Kylo remained silent.

Then, like a knife slicing through the air, the sound of his mask unhitching cut the silence. Before you knew it, his dark eyes were staring right at you. Your heart thudded against your chest as hard as it could. But he wasn’t angry. His eyes were almost sad.

“Just a few moments of your time General,” his deep voice was velvety smooth as it reached your ears.

You had very, very seldom seen the commander without his helmet. But this time was different than any other time you had been allowed to look at him. His eyes pleaded with you as they bore into yours. “Of course sir, whatever you need.”

The tension in the room was suffocating. And the silence was agonizing. Kylo sat his helmet on your desk with a light thud and turned back to face you.

“You are not sensitive to the force, and yet you’ve seen right through me.”

What had he just said to you? “Forgive me sir, but I don’t-“

“you know what I mean, Y/N” Kylo spoke, shocking you to the core as he spoke your name. You hadn’t even realized he knew it, despite your rank.

Kylo closed the space between the two of you in silence. “I’ve seen your thoughts, I know what you’ve thought of me. It’s true.”

Kylo Ren, your supreme leader, was standing in your quarters in the middle of the night, to tell you what you’ve thought of him was true. He was lonely. And he was asking for your time. Friendship?

Kylo nodded in the dim light of your room answering your thoughts. “You are very perceptive, and your strengths have gotten you very far within the Order. This isn’t a job I’m asking of you. This is your choice.”

Confusion took root in your thoughts. What was it he was wanting you to do exactly? Friendship was foreign to you now, but you hadn’t completely abandoned all that you had grew up knowing.

“I’m asking for your friendship, yes, but also, a lot of your time,” as he spoke this to you, his eyes softened yet again. It was as if all the anger he’s been holding inside of him had disappeared completely. Kylo let out an unsteady breath in front of you, and a single tear spilled from his left eye and fell down his cheek.

Kylo was crying? In your bedroom, in the middle of the night? While you were in your underwear? Your mind was racing from one thought to the next without a filter. But your body wasn’t listening to your thoughts. Before your mind focused on what your body was doing, your hand lifted toward his cheek and your thumb swept the tear away.

Did you have a death wish?! You just touched him. No one touched him and kept that hand. But your fear vanished as Kylo’s head leaned into your hand and his eyes closed.

Your heart threatened to burst through your chest again. This wasn’t happening was it? Were you dreaming? Definitely not, you decided, as Kylo opened his eyes again to look at you.

“I’m struggling to hold my mind together. The pull inside me, between the light and darkness in my heart is tearing me apart.”

All you could do was listen to him. You were shocked this was happening. You had never heard the commander talk in such a tender voice, much less spill all of this conflict inside of him. “What can I do to help you commander?” You questioned, letting your hand slowly fall from his face.

“I need someone here on the Finalizer that I can trust. Someone I can confide in when I need to speak what I’m really feeling.”

“Yes of course commander, whatever you need, I’m at your disposal.” your answer was quick. Of course you didn’t have to think about any of it. Whatever he needed from you was his.

Kylo took a deep breath and grabbed his helmet. “I apologize for the intrusion General. I will see you in our meeting tomorrow. This stays between us,”

You nodded as he put his helmet back on. “Yes supreme leader sir,” suddenly you weren’t so tense.

As Kylo left the room and the door sealed you inside you let out a breath. What had just happened? Kylo Ren was suffering. And you were the person he chose to confide in? Surely this wouldn’t be stressful would it? You shook your head as you climbed back into bed. So much for that peaceful sleep.

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I’m back!

Guess who finally has a computer again!!! I’ve still been on here just haven’t posted anything from my phone. Maybe I’ll get back to it!

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Um yes please! Definitively want more of this.

stress relief

anon requested: so uhhh kylo getting off and accidentally thinking about you but not realising and then being like oh fuck because he didn’t even think about you like that before

- kylo was stressed

- and yeah, maybe that was him every second of the day anyway

- but this time nothing was relieving how tense he was

- he’d taken a boiling shower after working out to excess

- but as a paced around his room there was nothing he could do to quiet the buzzing in his head

- he laid back on his bed after shifting off all those layers

- his hands running through his hair

- well, there was one more thing he could try, he supposed

- he unfastened his trousers, pulling them down and wiggling out of them 

- his hand wrapped around himself, beginning to gently move up and down

- he felt his breaths quicken, but his shoulders slumping further into the pillows

- he worked himself quicker, pumping hard

- and then little gaps of slow movements, his breaths becoming pants

- he was so blinded by how he was feeling that he didn’t quite notice until

- fuck, [y/n]

- his whole body froze

- the images in his mind becoming much clearer

- that wasn’t just some body, or some [h/c] hair

- but… why was he thinking of you?

- guilt started to fill him until he realised that this was helping so much

- and surely it wouldn’t hurt right? you…wouldn’t mind?

- he couldn’t stop the images filling his head, you beneath him, you moaning, you tugging on his hair and his cock

- kylo didn’t even realise he’d started up his relentless pace again

- until he was almost there

- and he came, strings of cum landing on his stomach as your name slipped through his gritted teeth

- his breaths returning to normal, and a weight off his shoulders for once, kylo sighed in relief

- maybe he could? no that would be stupid

- but yeah, maybe he could find you later that evening or soon…?

a/n: part 2 anyone? hmmmm

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Why doesn’t this have more notes!? I want more of this!

Imagine supreme leader Kylo Ren asking for your help.

“Your majesty, Kylo Ren is here.” Your court lady whispered to you.

“This should be interesting.” You replied crossing your legs as the doors opened. Kylo walked alone without his knights, this made you unease. He always had them near him whenever he visits you.

“Queen Y/n.” Kylo said after removing his helmet. He kneeled down in one leg in front of you. Your eyes widen at the fresh scar across his face. You looked over to your right and nodded to your lady court to leave.

“Supreme Leader.” You welcomed him as your court lady left. Leaving you alone with Kylo.

“What can I do for you?” You asked as he stood up. You walked down the steps with a small smile as he stared at you. His eyes roaming at you.

“I need your help.” He said softly as you stood in front of him.

“I hope you’re asking help to capture the person who did that to your face.” You replied getting a better look at his scar. You held out your hands. He laid his right hand on your open palm. He saw the pupils of your eyes glowed in red as he let you watch that night he fought with the scavenger. A few seconds later the red in your eyes died out. You grabbed his hand with both hands.

“I’ll help you under one condition.”

“Which is?” He asked gently squeezing your hands.

“I’ll be the one to kill her.” Kylo smirked at your condition.

“I want to watch when you do it.” He whispered moving closer to you.