#found his wife’s profile so I was on it just to see what she looked like and such

[insanechayne]

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[baelabong]

𝖯𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋

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Pairing: g!p Karina x fem! Reader

Synopsis: Y/N, a skilled prosecutor, takes on a high-profile embezzlement case against Jeon Jungkook, while facing off against the formidable defense attorney Karina. As the courtroom battles intensify, so does the tension and jealousy between Y/N and Karina, blurring the lines between their professional and personal lives.

Warning: sex?!

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The doors of your office open, a smiling Minjeong heading your way with a stack of papers in her hands.

“What’s up, gay-ass”, the woman in the suit chuckled

Rolling your eyes at your antics, you already knew what she was here for.

“Hand me the paper already,” you say with a playful tone

Placing the stack of papers on your desk, you eye the one on top taking it in your hands.

“Embezzlement?” You asked

“I know … but if you keep reading, you’ll see it involves Jeon Jungkook, that celebrity”

Nodding in acknowledgment she continues

“Getting accused of embezzling funds from charities he’s supported? Now that’s something”, Minjeong shakes her head

Being the most talented prosecutor alive, well Atleast that’s what you think, you nod.

“I’ll take it”

With a small smile Minjeong leaves you to it.

—-

Sat in your office, surrounded by stacks of files and evidence related to your latest high-profile case. The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow on the cluttered desk.

Glancing at the headline on your computer screen: "Jeon Jungkook Accused of Embezzlement from Charity" The article detailed the accusations against the internationally renowned celebrity, alleging that he had siphoned funds meant for a children's charity into his personal accounts.

The door to Y/N's office creaked open, and Minjeong her fellow co-worker stepped in.

"Hey, how's the case coming along?" she asked, dropping a coffee cup on your desk.

Sighing and rubbing your temples. "It's a mess. The media is all over it, and the evidence is all over the place.

Jungkook's fans are in an uproar, and the charity is desperate for justice."

Minjeong sat down across from Y/N, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"I heard Karina's defending him. That should make things interesting."

Y/N rolled her eyes, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Interesting is one way to put it. She's already been making her usual snide remarks during the preliminary hearings."

Minjeong leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Just remember, your wife will NOT be happy about this," she teased, winking.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah, well, she can deal with it. This is work."

—-

Over the next few days, Y/N delved deeper into the case. She combed through financial records, interviewed witnesses, and gathered evidence that pointed towards Jungkook's involvement in the embezzlement scheme.

Despite the mountain of work, she found herself looking forward to the verbal sparring matches with Karina during their encounters.

One evening, Y/N was going through a particularly dense stack of documents when her phone buzzed. It was a message from Karina: "Ready for another round tomorrow? Don't be late. ;)"

YIN chuckled, typing back a quick reply:

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Bring your A-game."

—-

Y/N stood in a quiet corner of the courthouse hallway, talking and laughing with her coworker, Mark. He was charming and funny, and y/n knew he had an interest in her. As Mark leaned in to make a joke, Y/N threw her head back, laughing freely.

Unbeknownst to her, Karina had just stepped into the hallway, catching sight of the interaction. Her eyes narrowed, and she paused, her expression a mix of irritation and something more difficult to read.

“What the fuck is she looking at?”Y/N thought, her laughter fading as she met Karina's gaze across the hallway. Karina's piercing stare sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel the tension radiating from her.

Mark seemed oblivious to the sudden shift in atmosphere. "You should come out with us tonight, Y/N. It'll be fun," he said, his tone playful.

Y/N forced a smile, her mind still on Karina's reaction. "Maybe, we'll see."

Karina's eyes bore into Y/N's, and she could almost hear her thoughts. *Does she really think she can flirt with someone else right in front of me?* The thought was both thrilling and infuriating.

Y/N excused herself from Mark, walking briskly toward Karina. As she approached, she saw the flash of jealousy in Karina's eyes, and it made her heart race.

"What was that about?" Karina asked, her voice low and controlled, but Y/N could sense the underlying tension.

"Nothing important," Y/N replied nonchalantly, though her pulse quickened. "Just work stuff."

Karina's gaze flicked over to Mark and then back to Y/N. "It didn't look like just work stuff."

Y/N took a step closer, lowering her voice. "You're overreacting. Remember, we have to keep this professional."

You walk away from the taller girl, heels clacking as you entered the courtroom again.

The courts atmosphere was electric. The media presence was overwhelming, with cameras flashing and reporters jostling for the best spot.

Jungkook sat beside Karina, looking stoic and composed.

As you presented your case, you couldn't help but notice Karina's intense focus.

Every argument you made, Karina countered with equal force. Always butting in with your statements making your blood boil in anger.

“Your honour, my client did no such thing”, she kept pressing

After the cross examination, Karina asked for a recess, which the judge granted

Taking this opportunity, you cornered Karina in a quiet hallway.

"You know he's guilty, right?" You said, your voice low and challenging.

Karina smirked, stepping closer. "That's for the jury to decide, isn't it?" She paused, her eyes softening slightly.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

You grinned

Karina leaned in, her breath warm against your ear. "Careful, someone might think you're flirting."

Your heart skipped a beat, but thank the Lord’s you kept your composure

"And what if I am?"

Karina's eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Then you'd better be ready for the consequences."

“The fuck, sorry but I have a wife”

With a scoff, Karina walks away turning her back on Y/n.

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The courtroom buzzed with tension as the trial resumed after recess. You exchanged a brief, intense look with Karina before the judge called the court to order.

"Counselors, you may proceed." The judge started

Stepping forward, you address the jury with confidence.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the evidence presented today will unequivocally show that the defendant, Jeon Jungkook, knowingly participated in an elaborate embezzlement scheme..."

As you continued your opening statement, Karina watched with a keen eye, her mind already formulating her counterarguments. When it was her turn, she rose gracefully, her presence commanding attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what you will see today is not a case of embezzlement, but a misunderstanding and misrepresentation of facts. My client is innocent..."

The trial progressed, with both sides presenting evidence and questioning witnesses. The tension between you and Karina was palpable, each one determined to outmaneuver the other.

"Objection, Your Honor! The defense is leading the witness."

"Sustained. Ms. Karina, please refrain from leading the witness."

Karina nodded, adjusting her approach with a confident smirk. You felt a surge of satisfaction but knew the battle was far from over. When it was your turn to cross-examine a witness, Karina was quick to interrupt.

"Objection, Your Honor! Relevance?"

"The witness's testimony is directly related to the timeline of events, Your Honor."

"Overruled. Continue, Ms. Y/N."

The courtroom drama intensified with each objection and counter-objection. You felt the pressure mounting, but you thrived on it. Karina’s every move seemed calculated to throw you off balance, yet you countered with equal precision.

"Objection, Your Honor! The defense is badgering the witness."

"Sustained. Ms. Karina, please restrain your line of questioning."

Karina shot you a glare, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill at having won that round. But she quickly recovered, pressing on with her case.

"Your Honor, I move to dismiss the charges on the grounds of insufficient evidence."

You felt your heart sink. The judge considered the motion, the courtroom holding its collective breath.

"Motion denied. Proceed with closing arguments."

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. This was it—the final showdown. You poured every ounce of passion and conviction into your closing argument, determined to make the jury see the truth.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the evidence is clear. The defendant is guilty of embezzlement. Justice must be served."

Karina followed, her voice steady and compelling.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the prosecution has not met the burden of proof. My client is innocent, and I urge you to deliver a verdict of not guilty."

The jury deliberated, and the tension was unbearable. When they returned, the foreperson stood.

"We find the defendant not guilty."

You felt a wave of defeat wash over you as Karina's team celebrated. The judge dismissed the court, and you gathered your things, your heart heavy with disappointment.

You stormed out of the courtroom, frustration and anger bubbling inside you. Karina caught up with you in the hallway, a smug smile on her face.

"Tough break, Y/N. Better luck next time."

You glared up at her before saying

“Get the fuck away from me Yoo” and with that, you stormed off back to the office.

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2:30 am

The clock read as you yawned. After the case ended earlier, you decided to do some extra work to occupy your mind.

Ding

Your phone vibrated as a text popped up.

R:

hey, why aren’t you back at the apartment yet

With a sigh, you closed your phone, packing up your stuff and locking up your office.

Pulling up to your penthouse, you received another text.

R:

Why aren’t you replying?

Deciding to ignore it again, you trudged to the door of your penthouse and entered, taking your time with removing your shoes and coat that kept you warm despite wearing a skirt and blouse.

You realized the lights in the living room were on. Hmm. Walking in, you were met with your wife giving you a stern look.

“Love, where have you been?” she inquired.

“That court case tired me out today,” you said, giving her a pout.

“Hm … is that so? So you weren’t with Mark just then, were you?”

“Give it up, Karina. I’m so sick of today’s bullshit,” you snapped. As if on cue, she stomped towards you, trapping you against the edge of the couch.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” she growled, grabbing your jaw and making you look at her.

You stayed quiet as she continued, “Do you know how hard it was to suppress myself from killing Mark myself for even asking you to go out?”

Your eyes darted away, unable to hold her piercing gaze.

Having enough, she pushed you down on the couch, flipping you over and yanking your panties and skirt off.

You looked behind you as she reached into her boxers to grab her hard-on, the tip red and angry, leaking with precum.

She was even bigger when hard, you thought, almost packing 7.5 inches.

Karina didn’t waste any time. She lined herself up and thrust into you with a single, powerful stroke, making you gasp as she filled you completely. The sensation of her stretching you out was intense, and you could feel your tummy bulging slightly from the sheer size of her.

“Look at you, taking all of me,” she hissed, gripping your hips tightly. “So fucking pathetic. You think you can just flirt with anyone and get away with it?”

You whimpered, her rough handling and harsh words sending shivers down your spine. Each thrust was deep and punishing, driving you further into the couch.

“Tell me, baby, who do you belong to?” she demanded, her voice low and dangerous.

“You,” you managed to gasp out, your body trembling under her relentless pace.

“That’s right,” she growled. “You’re mine. Only mine. And I’m going to make sure you remember that.”

Karina’s thrusts grew more forceful, her hips slamming into yours with a ferocity that left you breathless. You could feel every inch of her, the pressure building inside you as she took you harder and deeper.

“You’re going to take all of my cum,” she snarled, her grip on your hips tightening. “I’m going to breed you so you remember who you belong to.”

The dirty talk only heightened your arousal, the combination of pleasure and humiliation pushing you closer to the edge. Karina’s pace was relentless, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy through your body.

“You like that, don’t you?” she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. “You like being used like this, don’t you, slut?”

“Yes,” you cried out, the intensity of the moment overwhelming you. “I love it.”

With a final, shuddering thrust, Karina buried herself deep inside you, her release hot and thick as she filled you completely. The sensation of her cum flooding you pushed you over the edge, your own orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you trembling.

Karina held you close, her breathing ragged as she whispered in your ear, “You’re mine. Always.”

[strawbeerossi]

Dress

Pairing: Husband!Spencer x Wife!Reader

Description: When you’re getting ready for an event over at Rossi’s, you express how you feel you don’t look your best in the dress you had your heart set on. Spencer is gonna do his best to show you just how beautiful that you are.

Content/Warnings: Body image issues, full body kissing, oral (f receiving), praise, pet names, just some good love and fluffy sex.

Word Count: 1.9K

Kinktober Day One: Body Worship

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The dress looked so beautiful whenever you bought it. The black silhouette did good at hugging your frame, highlighting every dip and curve. Most people would’ve loved to wear a dress like this one, to steal all the attention of the night and feel nothing short of a beauty queen. It was elegant, a smooth velvet that showed poise. However, it didn’t really work out that way for you the more you looked at it without the presence of wine and the loving encouragement of your friends.

That’s why you found yourself standing in place, trying to smooth out what you deemed as imperfections that just wouldn’t go away. This was a nightmare.

“We are going to be late, my love.” Spencer called from his spot in the shared bedroom, looking in the standing mirror on the back of our door as he was fixing his tie. Formal events at Dave’s house were always a fun time. You’d actually managed to feel fancier than normal, the champagne and pleasant conversation adding onto that. You were also quite fond of the idea of socializing with some of the people who had known Dave or even the other members of the team at any step in their lives.

“I think I’m gonna have to pretend to be sick..” You sighed while making your way out of the bathroom, heels clicking against the wooden tile and catching Spencer’s attention. “Why would you pretend to be sick?” He asked, voice filled with concern as he was approaching you, his hands gently cupping your warm cheeks.

Now there are many answers that you could’ve come up with to deter from the overwhelming amount of insecurity festering inside of your mind and body from the dress that you so desperately needed to buy online. Marrying a profiler meant that he would be able to call you out on the lies.

You opted for honesty.

“I just..” Your eyes were trained on the mirror across the room. There was hatred for the sight looking back at you. In a way, it felt as if you were drowning in poor self esteem. Fuck this dress. Why did you have to pick one right off the rack without trying it on first? JJ told you that it was sleek, sexy. It felt the complete opposite. “I don’t like the way I look in this dress. I don’t have anything else to wear over to Dave’s house and I don’t know if I could show my face wearing this.”

There was no doubt that Emily, JJ, Tara and Penelope would be elegantly dressed with flattering attire that highlighted every positive about their bodies. While all having different body types, it was easy to see the beauty in each of them. They all had such well defined features, their bodies being sculpted from the finest stone. They were all four Persephone reincarnated.

Then there was you, the awkwardly shaped one who never felt like she fit in. Your hair wasn’t as nice as theirs, your teeth weren't as nice and perfect.. Sometimes you found yourself wondering why Spencer chose to marry you whenever he had such fine women on his team. The self deprecating thoughts were cut off by Spencer, a soft shushing sound leaving his lips. You’d been crying for a minute without realizing.

“I think,” He began while leaning forward to press his lips against yours. “That you look,” He continued on with his soft, sweet kisses as they moved to your jaw. “Absolutely,” His lips were soon on the flesh of your neck as he let his arms wrap around your waist. “Ravishing.” He finally finished, his hands running over your hips in an effort to soothe those wandering thoughts.

“You don’t believe me.” Spencer’s voice stayed steady, a frown forming on his face while you were blinking away a few tears.

“It’s okay, I will have to just show you just how beautiful you really are.” With his hands moving to the zipper of the dress, you could feel your cheeks heating up. “We are going to be late,” You spoke while letting your eyes fall shut as the wet kisses were slowly trailing down to your shoulders. “I think David would understand. Besides, I can promise you that it’ll be an all night affair.” He chuckled. Which, yeah.. That made sense. David Rossi could keep an event going all night if he truly wanted.

As the black dress pooled by your feet, you offered a shy smile as the kisses continued, your skin being filled with warmth from all of the love radiating off of Spencer’s lips from each kiss that was littered across the skin of your shoulders and collarbones. “Besides.. I’ve been punctual for the past fifteen years in every aspect. I think that I can be late just this once.” He chuckled, hands coming up to unclasp the black bra you’d picked out, letting it fall with the dress before he was lifting you in his arms, prompting you to let your arms to quickly wrap around his shoulders. “We shouldn’t take too long anyway.”

Your body hit the clean duvet when you were laid back on the bed, the cover still smelling of the sea breeze fabric softener that you’d become so obsessed with. Your husband’s lips continue to trail wet kisses across your skin, his hands running up your body as he was on his knees beside you. “You’re so beautiful, my love.” His words were soft, sweet. “Especially laid out like this for me.” You’d been nearly bare, panties separating your wet pussy from his loving gaze. His hands massaged the skin of your hips, lips littering more kisses around your chest area. “My perfect girl, I don’t know how a guy like me could be so lucky.” Love dripped onto your skin akin to the feeling of the bright sun shining against your skin on the hottest days. Your response came in the form of a soft breath, feeling his tongue flick over your right nipple.

His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, the male humming in delight as he could feel it hardening at the wet muscle massaging over it. He knew the sensitivity of your body, his hands kneading at the warm flesh of your breasts. You were reduced to soft moans, encouragement for more as your fingers tangled in the once neatly styled curls. “Fuck, Spence.” Your words were a melody to his ears, the male not always being so fond of partaking in swearing or really listening to it. However, whenever you did? He enjoyed it. That meant he was doing his job in the intimate positions that you both had found yourselves in.

Pulling off with a loud ‘pop’ filling the room, the honey colored irises were focused on your face, still contorted in pleasure as his hands were massaging your tits with his large hands. He repeated the same action with the opposite nipple, one hand dropping and his fingertips trailing down your skin, the goosebumps on your body standing at attention as his thumb was pressing against your clothed clit, hips wiggling in an effort for more.

Who was Spencer to deny his amazing wife the pleasure that she so desperately deserved?

Even if he didn’t want to, the male was detaching his mouth from your chest while his long fingers were hooking into the waistband of your panties. Your hips lifted out of instinct, body feeling hotter than ever as you were desperate to feel more of the touch you craved in the place that you needed it most.

After the panties were tossed somewhere behind him, the male let his hands carefully push your thighs apart, eyes focused on your slick cunt that looked more beautiful than he could put into words. His mouth was agape at the sight, those pretty honey eyes slowly disappearing in the black of his pupils.

“Fuck,” The swear was rare, yet hearing it fall from his voice in the dulcet tone never failed to surprise you.

“We’ve got twenty minutes before Dave starts calling,”Spencer spoke while glancing at the alarm clock, eyes falling on the mouthwatering sight nestled between your thighs. “So, think you can do it?”

The question was rhetorical. He knew by now how your body operated.

Before you could answer, his face was disappearing between your thighs, lips pressing kisses to your inner thighs as he sucked and nibbled at your skin. Leaving hickies between your legs was the best place, mainly because they were for his eyes only. It wasn't something unprofessional to where you couldn’t go to work without covering up. Less headache. The man was practical.

His tongue lapped over your clit as he was delving in, eyes fluttering shut. His favorite place had to be between your thighs. Stressful case? He’s licking and sucking your wet cunt from the safety of your hotel room. You want intimacy but he’s not in the mood for sex himself? He’s disappearing under the sheets.

He was intoxicated by your sweetness, drinking in every ounce of arousal that you were so happily giving him. His tongue ran alongside your velvety inner walls, your pussy spasming from the muscle that was darting in and out of you, having to alternate between your clit and your core.

Your hands were tangled in the now messy curls, your back arching off the mattress while the sounds of your moans and cries filled the room in addition to the suckling and groans coming from your husband, who was so focused on licking every inch of you.

You felt the familiar warmth deep in your stomach, a knot tightening inside of you as your pulsating walls were closing in on Spencer’s tongue. With your hands shoving his face deeper into your weeping pussy. “I’m gonna cum, Spence.” You panted out, eyes fluttering shut as your head tilted back against the pillow behind your head.You know that you couldn’t hold back any longer, your body giving every indication that it was ready to unleash a wave of ecstasy.

The man licking and sucking didn’t let up, his hands having to hold your hips down as your orgasm was building. The more you wiggled and thrashed, the more that he knew that it was coming.

“I-” You tried to get out, however that didn’t work out in your favor as a moan was chasing what was supposed to come out of your mouth. Your legs were shaking as you were finally hitting release, your nails digging into your husband’s scalp while your mouth was agape.

The warm muscle was licking and cleaning up your thighs before you were seeing your husband’s face again. His chin was wet and his hair was an absolute mess as he rubbed your thighs.

“Let's get you in that pretty dress and get to Rossi’s.” He breathed, letting his teeth playfully bite at your inner thigh before he was pushing himself up.

Which you didn’t argue, the post sex haze making it difficult to speak. Even after you were redressed and Spencer had his hair fixed once more, he was coming to wrap his arms around your waist as he noticed you in front of the mirror.

“Feeling better? Cause I promise that you are going to be the most gorgeous woman there, you’re gonna have all of Rossi’s friends flirting with you.” He mused, nuzzling his nose against your cheek as you let out an airy laugh.

“Let’s get going, hmm? I need my beauty queen to make me look good.” He offered his arm out to you as they linked together, his free hand on your arm as you both made your way downstairs.

[yanderestarangel]

HEADKANONS SYZOTH | REPTILE MK1 WITH S/O

A/N: Some people asked for Syzoth, so here you horny b*tches. Do you want to make a request? Read my blog rules in the pinned post, comments and reblogs are welcome♡

TW: sfw and smut headcanons, afab reader, masculine and feminine pronouns used in pet names "good boy/good girl", breeding kink, vaginal sex.

Syzoth is a caring and protective lover. He's the kind of man who knows what it's like to lose everything, he lost his family because of Shang Tsung, so he will love you and cling to you as if you were his last chance to be happy in the world - what a technical, and truth -

He met you after helping Liu Kang and his fighters, you were a citizen of the earthly plane and met Syzoth through Liu himself, he said that the two of you would make a cute couple, making Syzoth blush slightly when he looked at you and then looked away. his face flushed but he knew it was true, you really were a beautiful and kind person, everything he was looking for in a life partner.

He started visiting you, bringing you flowers he picked himself, of several different species, some still came with fresh dirt on the stem but what mattered was the man's intention, right?

Syzoth would jump up to your window in the middle of the night, so to be with you, he would also maybe watch you sleep, sometimes the concept can be scary but he likes to see you lying there, peacefully and protected from the world and the evils of men. He even swore to protect you regardless of what happened, he failed one family, he wasn't going to fail another.

Syzoth and you dated for years until he asked you to marry him, he hoped to save the necessary money and also build - himself - a house for the two of you, it would be a house in the forest, fairy tale style, with a flower garden in the background, a small lake in front and several little animals scattered around the property, a dream that Syzoth has always had of a calm and homely life.

Your wedding was simple, few people were invited and it was the first and last time he wore a suit in his life, a fine suit given as a gift by Johnny Cage - who was invited to be best man at your wedding, along with from Ashrah, who was the godmother - it was a quick but extremely beautiful ceremony, being held in Empress Sindel's gardens, she herself authorized the ceremony, while you were able to smile and shed tears of emotion.

You two will have a calm and simple life, with Syzoth giving you everything for a comfortable day to day life. He will also be the type who prefers you to stay at home, he is extremely paranoid because of Shang Tsung's traumas, in other words, he will give the speech: "-You are my husband/wife, I will give you everything I want." you need in this life, just stay home and take care of yourself, please (Y/N).” -He says this in a calm but emotional voice, gently taking him in his arms, while holding back tears as he remembers the family he lost, please, just stay at home for this man.

Syzoth is the type who also loves knowing the culture of the earthly plane, he didn't even know what a cell phone was so if you give him one, he will be confused, but he learns extremely quickly - He will use your photo in everything, like wallpaper, profile icon etc, he has basic social networks to communicate with you, you found about 56 calls from Johnny to him, and he didn't answer any of them leaving poor Cage talking to himself -

He likes to hang out indoors when the two of you are alone. You will see him practically 24 hours a day naked around the house, exposing his physique and tattoos to you, hugging you from behind and kissing you on the cheek, while flexing his muscles on your soft skin.

He is not jealous, he trusts you and knows that you love him, but please don't push his buttons by trying to make him jealous on purpose, he will get extremely upset and go to sleep in the living room or outside the house, or even cry, he is a little sensitive and explosive with very intense feelings.

He likes to be suffocated between your thighs, I don't know, he then loves to feel the pressure of the soft flesh of your thighs pressing his face, he gets extremely hard, whether with him sucking your pussy or just with him between your legs, he smiles and I even beg you to squeeze harder. "-Yes my love, harder, squeeze me with your thighs, I love you so much Fuuuck-" -He spoke in a breathless voice, between his thighs while squeezing you with his hands.

He has a breeding kink, deal with that too, regardless of whether you are a man or a woman, he will get you pregnant.

Syzoth is not a virgin, but he is also not extremely expert, he knows the basics, so please teach him what you like, especially him paying attention to your clitoris, he will understand and massage it with his fingers and tongue, after seeing your reactions of pleasure he will become addicted to working on your clitoris, sucking you for 24 hours, you will have at least three orgasms in the day, with Syzoth between your legs looking at you with his penetrating green irises, eating you from the outside while you trembled under the touch of his tongue, he has a sexual pattern, with his favorite sexual positions being:

The Captain : Seeing you lying down opening your legs for him and exposing your beautiful pussy makes Syzoth want to cum even without penetration, but he can handle it, for you. He gets on his knees on the bed, holding both of your ankles in a V position, to further expose your open and wet pussy to him, he penetrates you slowly, stretching you little by little. "-Fuck sweetheart, I really love his pussy, I could fuck you all night you know? I can move right?" -He spoke between moans, starting to move his hips while watching your reactions of pleasure upon receiving his cock.

The Hot Seat : He loves to sit on the edge of the bed, spread his thighs and hold his hard cock, so you can sit with your pussy on it - he likes to do this position when you are already tired and overstimulated - Syzoth loves to see your ass bouncing him, while his dick enters your pussy, he uses one of his hands to stimulate your clitoris, while he uses his feet on the floor to have more momentum to fuck you, while the other hand cups your breast, squeezing it lightly, placing kisses sloppy behind your back. "-Please keep it up, yes, take it all like the good boy/girl you are, just take my seed inside your uterus, just cum on my cock dear." -He said breathlessly, already close to cumming inside you, well, he always cums inside you.

He also likes being blindfolded during sex, being tied up, having orgasms denied, and loves being called "my love" in addition to liking praise kink.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[milaisreading]

Wedding day

Pairing: Itoshi Sae x Isagi's sister!Reader

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"Can you please calm down, sis? Everything will be fine." Yoichi said as he walked around the room after his sister. The older Isagi was panicking a little as she thought more and more about the whole wedding that was supposed to happen in an hour.

"You think?! Yoichi, what if I am not good enough? Sae is a literal football star and I am just-"

"The best sister and future wife. Exactly!" Yoichi quickly chimed in, annoyed that she had let the recent gossip on the internet get to her. While he did have sympathy for her, marrying a high profiled person lime Sae Itoshi wasn't nothing, he was also mad that she was doubting her own worth.

"Yoichi... You of all people know how the news are. They will nitpick on the most smallest things about me." (Y/n) sighed as she went over to sit on a chair in the room, Yoichi following close behind.

"What if they are right about me not being the one for Sae?"

"That's ridiculous! He loves you!" Yoichi argued again, but he knew it was useless. He wasn't Sae. The one whose opinion mattered the most right now.

"I don't know... What if I am just hindering him? There are so many better options than I am. Did you see all those models from Madrid who talk about him? What if I am not the one?"

(Y/n) held back a few sobs as Yoichi went to comfort her. He would be lying if he said he didn't expect the news to make such a huge deal out of the wedding. He did. But, seeing the state his sister was in just broke Yoichi. She didn't deserve all this stress now. Nor did Sae deserve to be doubted.

And, while Yoichi was comforting (Y/n), he didn't notice Rin peek into the room and catching some of the conversation the were having, and catching the distressed state (Y/n) was in.

'Shit!' The younger Itoshi thought as he slowly closed the door. He didn't expect to walk into all of that. While Sae was on cloud nine in his room, (Y/n) was over here distressed over some gossip.

'Wait? What gossip? Big brother never mentioned anything about that.' Rin wondered as he took his phone out to search for anything that remotely could mention either Sae or the wedding.

Meanwhile...

Sae was happily drinking the water Rin brought him earlier. The older Itoshi never expected to be excited over anything like a wedding. Well, he never saw himself marry anyone until he met (Y/n). The love of his life.

'Ahhh~ I am all excited for our future. I can't wait for us to finally tie the knot. Maybe even a few kids down the line, but that can wait for another few years. For now, I just want to enjoy my time alone with her.' Sae smiled softly and blushed, not hearing the footsteps approaching his room.

'My sweet (Y/n). She is so clumsy and cute. So adorable and always kind to me and others. I am so lucky to have found-'

"Big brother!"

Sae snapped out of his thoughts and looked over at the door as Rin walked in, looking oddly nervous.

"What's up with you? You are more nervous than I am." Sae joked but Rin ignored him as he kept on glancing between his phone and the older.

"Well..."

"Anyway, how is (Y/n) doing? How does she look? Bet as stunning as ever. She is so adorable."

Sae went on a ramble and Rin knew he had to cut it out now before he went into an endless loop with it.

"I... There is something you need to see, and I think you won't like it."

Sae stopped and raised an eyebrow at Rin.

"What do you mean?"

"It's about (Y/n). You didn't read any of the news some of the Spanish and Japanese media reported?"

"No. Why would I? They mostly say dumb stuff, anyway."

"It might be dumb, but the stuff nearly has (Y/n) crying right now."

Sae froze up for a moment and quickly took the phone away from Rin.

The younger Itoshi was used to seeing a lot of emotions on Sae, but anger, genuine anger was not one of them. The more Sae read through the articles Rin had found, the redder his face became and the more his eyebrows furrowed.

'I would pray for the reporters, but they deserve whatever happens next.' Rin thought as an eerie silence took over.

----

Once Yoichi had left the room to let his sister cool down, (Y/n) had finally realized how ridiculous it was that she was crying about these things. After all, if Sae really didn't want her, he wouldn't have asked to marry her. Right?

'I need to have more faith in him, and also be less sensitive.' She thought as she put down her phone, not noticing Sae walk inside.

"Why didn't you tell me about those articles?"

(Y/n) yelped , and turned around to see Sae walk into the room and towards her.

"Sae! You shouldn't see me before-"

"I don't care. Rin said you were distressed over what those journalists were saying. Why didn't you tell me about it?"

For the first time since they started their relationship, (Y/n) was left speechless by the anger Sae was radiating. Sure, she was used to him being angry over what Shidou would say at times, or even when he would lose a game. But, this was a different type of anger. It was more genuine than the previous ones.

"Why?" Sae's voice got softer as he grapped her hands into his, causing (Y/n) to turn red a little.

"I thought it was stupid to bother you with that. It's just me being sensitive-"

"It's not. The stuff those idiots said about you is disgusting, and I will put an end to it on my next interview." (Y/n) raised an eyebrow as Sae pulled her in closer.

"I thought you don't have one yet."

"I asked my manager the schedule me one after our honeymoon. As much as I hate going on these, this is a different circumstance."

"Oh? Thank you." (Y/n) said as she grew flustered, causing Sae to finally smile again and chuckle a little.

"Don't thank me for stuff like this. And, have a little more faith in me. I have my eyes only set on you."

"You are right, I an sorry. I know you do."

She smiled as the door opened again, revealing Sae and (Y/n)'s moms.

"Sar Itoshi! What did I say about seeing (Y/n) before the wedding?! And why did you make Rin guard the entrance?" Sae flinched at his mom's yelling as Rin could be heard apologizing to him from behind her. (Y/n) laughed a little as her mom tried to calm the other woman down, finding the whole situation equally amusing.

"Well, today is an eventful day." (Y/n) laughed, and Sae smiled at her.

'At least you calmed down.'

[hazbinwhoree]

Okay so I’m violently obsessed w this man and your writings so… can I request something way too self indulgent and specific ? If this is too much feel free to ignore this ask but an Adam x fallen angel!reader who before she fell was his third wife in heaven for like a few hundred years unaware of the exterminations and when she finds out she and Adam argue and it results in her wings being ripped off and her cast to hell… and once in hell she keeps a low profile and her identity a secret. But sees about the hazbin hotel on TV and goes to offer her help to Charlie because even tho she knows she can’t go back to heaven, it’d be nice to help some sinners if possible. Not expecting things to ramp up so much and involve Adam. But like… if the angelic dagger nifty stabbed him with didn’t kill him, say charlie and reader take him into the newly built hotel and reader tries to nurse him back to health and there’s angst bc it’s been 20 years since he basically cast his own wife, his angel to rot in hell??

Sorry if you hate this idea n don’t wanna do it I totally don’t blame you I’m just on Adam brain rot and have a handful of self inserts/ocs to ship a him in different AUs but this is my favorite despite how cheesy it probably is

Twenty Years in Eternity

“What do you mean exterminate them?” (Name) asks, appalled. “Exactly what it fuckin’ sounds like, babe,” Adam laughed. “It’s population control!” “Population control!? It’s murder!” “I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up about this,” Adam scoffed.

“Because not every sinner in Hell deserves to be there!”

Silence. (Name) had just proclaimed blasphemy. Adam’s eyes moved to something behind her and his face dropped. “(Name).” (Name) turned around to find Sera, looking down at her in disapproval. “Such blasphemy is not tolerated in Heaven,” Sera said coldly.

Adam couldn’t do anything as Sera knocked (Name) to the ground, and abruptly tore off her wings. (Name) screamed. Sera opened a portal overlooking Hell, and grabbed (Name). “Adam help!” (Name) cried, struggling. Adam could only stand and watch. Neither of them were any match for Sera, who threw (Name) into the portal and shut it behind her.

And that was the last Adam saw of his wife for twenty years.

In Hell, (Name) found her way as a Fallen, until she heard about the Princess of Hell’s endeavor to rehab sinners to go to Heaven. Intrigued, (Name) made her way to the Hotel one day. She knew Heaven would never accept this plan, but she didn’t want to kill Charlie’s spirits.

(Name) quickly became a permanent fixture of the hotel, befriending the inhabitants. She got particularly close to Angel Dust.

Every year, during the extermination, she would hide, not out of fear for her life, the exorcists didn’t kill the Fallen, but so that she didn’t have to deal with the pain of seeing the angels and run the risk of seeing Adam.

Unbeknownst to her, Adam searched for her during every extermination.

(Name) was shocked when Charlie giddily announced that she had secured a meeting with Heaven. She hadn’t been expecting Heaven to let her get this far.

But further she did not get, coming back from the meeting absolutely fuming.

“What happened?” (Name) asked. “The guy was such a… such a… prick!” “Shot down the hotel idea?” “Adam didn’t even let me finish my presentation. He said Hell is forever whether we like it or not. And he cut the extermination time in half, they’re coming back in six months!”

(Name)’s blood ran cold. “Adam?”

“Yeah, like the first man, Adam. He was such an asshole.”

“Yeah that sounds like him,” (Name) muttered.

Charlie looked at her funny. “Did you know him when you were an angel?”

“Know him? I was married to him.”

Charlie’s jaw dropped. “You’re his third wife!?” (Name) nodded. “Unfortunately.”

“He talked about you,” Charlie said. “It was the only time he actually sounded genuine.” “What did he say?” (Name) couldn’t help her curiosity.

“He said that Hell is forever, and if someone like his wife could end up there with no chance out, sinners were certainly not leaving.”

(Name) hummed. “He sounded kind of sad,” Charlie said. “I think he misses you.” “Yeah, well, it’s been twenty years. He’ll get over it. He sure didn’t do anything to stop me from ending up here. We were fighting over the extermination.”

“That’s what got you sent here?” Charlie asked. (Name) nodded. “I’m sorry,” is all Charlie could say.

Weeks passed and she managed to get another meeting with Heaven, this time going past Adam and straight to the Seraphim. (Name) had no idea how she did it, but knew the results would be the same in the end.

When Charlie and Vaggie came tumbling through the portal, Charlie more upset than (Name) had ever seen her, she knew she had been right.

“He said he’s attacking the hotel first!” Charlie cried, throwing herself into Angel’s arms. “Who, Adam?” (Name) asked, feeling nauseous. “Yes!” “It’s okay, Charlie, we’ll stand our ground and defend the hotel. Remember, angels can die. We just need to get our hands on some angelic metal,” Vaggie soothed.

The next month was spent preparing for battle. (Name) was going to stay out of it, and Charlie understood. (Name) figured there wasn’t much she could contribute anyway. So when the extermination came, she locked herself in her room.

She could hear the battle raging outside, and it sounded like her side was losing. She almost went out to help, until she heard Adam’s sadistic laugh outside her window. She remembered why she wasn’t involving herself. She couldn’t face Adam.

(Name) was content staying put, until she no longer had a choice, the hotel splitting in half. She very nearly got crushed in the rubble, but somehow made it out unharmed. As she lay on the ground catching her breath, she heard a familiar, angry voice. “I started everything on Earth! All of mankind came from these nuts!”

(Name) looked up to see Adam’s back as he screamed at Lucifer and Charlie. She also saw Nifty, running up behind Adam with a knife. “NO!” (Name) cried out, but it was too late. Nifty plunged the blade through Adam’s back. Adam choked, body freezing for a moment before he fell on his stomach.

Nifty raised the blade to keep stabbing him, but (Name) ran over as fast as she could and pushed Nifty off of him.

“No, no no no.” (Name) gently turned Adam onto his back. He opened his eyes, and when he saw her, he smiled. “(Name),” he croaked. His eyes fluttered shut but the soft smile never left his face. “Adam, no, stay with me, please,” (Name) begged. She looked up at Charlie. “Please, help me!”

Adam was the last person Charlie wanted to save, but her belief in mercy and hatred of seeing (Name) so upset won over, and she knelt down beside Adam, putting pressure on his wound. “Dad, there has to be something you can do.”

Lucifer sighed. He walked over and held a hand over the stab wound, concentrating. It began to heal, just enough to stem the bleeding before Lucifer stopped. “There. He won’t bleed out, but he’s lost a lot of blood.”

Adam had fallen unconscious.

Lucifer refocused his efforts on repairing the hotel. When it was back together, Charlie helped (Name) drag Adam inside. They got to (Name)’s room and deposited Adam on her bed. Adam didn’t stir. Charlie left (Name) to have her privacy with him.

When Charlie left, (Name) unzipped and pulled off Adam’s robe, lifting up his shirt underneath to reveal the stab wound. With a wet washcloth she began to clean the wound and blood off his body. When she was done, she grabbed gauze (Charlie left her with a first-aid kit) and wrapped Adam’s torso.

Content, she finally situated him into the bed comfortably, pulling the covers up to his chest. As she knelt next to the bed, stroking Adam’s hair back gently, Adam’s eyes fluttered open. He looked panicked until (Name)’s face came into view.

“(Name).” “Adam.”

(Name) forgot all her previous anger towards Adam and hugged him in relief. “You’re okay,” she cried. Adam looked taken aback before smiling and wrapping his arms around her. “Thanks to you.” “Thanks to Lucifer, really–” “Never say his name in front of me again.”

(Name) blinked. “Right, of course. But he did kind of save your life.” “Only because of you,” Adam retorted. (Name) was silent. He had a point.

The silence consumed them as they stared at one another, waiting for the other to speak. “You abandoned me,” they said at the same time. “What?” “What the fuck do you mean–”

(Name) took a deep breath. “You abandoned me in Heaven, when Sera tore off my fucking wings and threw me down here. You abandoned me as a Fallen. How did I abandon you?”

“You abandoned me by questioning the extermination, and speaking blasphemy. You knew what happened to angels who speak blasphemy. And you still did it. There was nothing I could fucking do. Sera is like, a million times stronger than me. And for the record, I searched for you. Every extermination. I looked for you. You abandoned me, to be alone, again.”

(Name) was silent. She hadn’t realized that was how he felt about the situation.

“I love you, and I fuckin’ miss you. Alright?” Adam confessed. (Name)’s eyes began to well with tears. “I love you and miss you too.” She leaned over him and pressed her lips to his. Adam kissed back with fervor, reaching up to cup her face in one large hand. They fit together like missing puzzle pieces.

Two separated soulmates finally reunited.

[writersblockedx]

Nothing but his Wife

Pairing - Emily Prentis x Fem!Reader Summary - When Y/n comes face to face with her college best friend, she begins to admit that maybe they weren't just best friends after all. Inspired by 'Good Luck, Babe' by Chappell Roan <3 Warnings - Reader coming out? Words - 1.1K A/n - I can't believe that this is my first time writing for Emily but I thought about this idea and had to write a little oneshot.

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There had always been something between the two of them. Something which, for years, had been left unsaid. Emily Prentiss had always just been Y/n's best friend...at least that was what she told everyone. The girl chose to keep their midnight kisses and care for one another (that went way past just friends) to herself. The two went separate ways after college, barely speaking a goodbye and they were both under the impression they would take such secrets to their grave.

And then the BAU just so happened to be investigating a case of which Y/n was reporting on.

Y/n had no idea what Emily had done after college, where life had taken her, but she shouldn't have been surprised by her success. Emily had always been focused, driven. She knew what she wanted and she made sure she got it. 

The girl wandered through the police station in need of a statement. And just as she was at the reception, Emily noticed her. "Excuse me," She muttered to her team which were in the middle of discussing victimology.

Y/n hadn't changed all that much. Even after all these years, she still smiled the same way and had that glint in her eye that got her any news scoop she wanted. But even before Emily chose to speak, she took note of the one thing which had changed: her shiny new wedding ring. "Y/n?" She called her name like it wasn't real. "What are you doing here?"

Y/n gazed up, "Emily." She stated, almost like she had become a weight on her shoulders. "I'm working, what are you doing here?"

"Working."

The girl glanced passed her to where the team of FBI agents were seated, "Of course, I heard the BAU were here." She looked back to Emily, and glanced her up and down, "You want to give me a statement?" She pushed.

Emily completely bypassed her request, "I see you and him finally tied the knot." There was a sour look written on her expression - one of which she hadn't bothered to hide. "How long did it take you to say yes? Hm?" Sure, Emily couldn't be so certain, but she had her doubts about Y/n and her college boyfriend. The main one being the fact that Y/n herself had always said she never felt truly in love with him. Yet, somehow, she had married him.

The girl's head tilted in response, "Is that your statement?"

Before Emily could stop herself, she reached a hand out, letting it brush against the soft skin of the girl she was facing, "Y/n, I know you, alright? If he's still saying them things-"

Y/n snatched her hand away, "Don't- Don't profile me, Em." She huffed through a stern glance. "You don't know the last ten years of my life so don't act like you do."

"Then tell me." She urged.

But Y/n had simply rolled her eyes, "You've got work to do, so have I." And with that, she turned her back on Emily.

In the rushed thoughts, the worry that this may be the last time they bumped into one another, Emily's voice spoke out to her, "Don't say I didn't tell you so."

Y/n stopped. She thought about the girl's words. She thought about turning and responding that she didn't know what she was talking about. But, instead, Y/n kept walking until her figure slipped away from view.

A day passed and the BAU were able to close the case and Y/n had her story. Everything should have gone back to normal. Y/n should have returned home to her husband and Emily should have gotten into the car with her co-workers back to the BAU. Instead, the two found themselves in the same city, in the same place, wondering why they had stayed.

Two vodka sodas down and Y/n couldn't help herself. The girl pulled out her phone, scrolling far down in her contacts till she found Emily's name. She sent something as simple as her location. And then she bought herself her third vodka soda and swore to herself, if Emily didn't show before she finished her drink, this would be her last one.

But, of course, 20 minutes later, the door to the bar swung open. Y/n didn't dare look. Not until the bar stool next to her became occupied. "A whisky and coke please, single." Emily ordered before she dared to even glance over at the girl.

"You came," Y/n observed.

Emily shrugged as the bartender returned with her drink, "I assumed you wanted me to." She took a sip of her drink before raising a brow at the girl.

She swallowed the nerves which had been growing in her throat since she laid eyes on the girl the day before, "I keep thinking about what you said, when you asked how long it had taken me to say yes to his proposal." When Y/n's husband got down on one knee, she refused at first. She wasn't certain. She never was with him. But Emily...well it was her very certainty about the girl that scared her. "How did you know?"

"Like I said, I know you." She repeated herself, "When we were in college and when he finally asked you out, you were the same. You were never sure you wanted to be with him. Even when you were in that relationship, you were debating all the time if you wanted to leave him." The girl went on to explain. "I didn't blame you, alright? If I'm being honest, he was dick, you knew that. So why marry him?"

It was the same question she had been asking herself from the very moment he proposed till the morning of her wedding day. "I suppose- It was easier than admitting to myself what I really wanted." Her pupils fluttered up to Emily, a flicker of the person she used to be coming through.

"And do you know what you want now?"

The answer was easy when Emily was right in front of her, "I didn't understand the feelings when we were in college but, I know that with him I- well, I don't feel anything." She confessed. "But seeing you now, seeing you after all these years, I've never felt so certain about someone."

Emily reached her hand out, letting it wrap around hers. "Whenever you decide to leave him, I'll be waiting." She promised. "I've always been waiting."

And in that moment, Y/n knew what she wanted: Emily.

[reiderwriter]

Hi there! It's me :"> again I read that you're closing your request soon and I just want to put another in before the deadline haha But by no mean you should put more pressure on yourself please take all the time you need, I'm always here happily waiting while enjoy reading all of the fabulous writing you had for other requests <3 Much love to your work <3

I have a request for s smut fic when the BAU was called in for a case: the victims were workers at the local bars/restaurants, the bau!reader recognised one of the bars the unsub frequently target is the one she used to work at as bartender/mixologist while putting herself through school and asked to be the undercover while other agents supervise. After successfully closing the case, the BAU decided to celebrate at said bar and the owner was happy to let the reader personally make your friends any cocktails outside of the menu.

The reader then learned about all the mildly irritations and possessive feelings softdom!Spencer had while watching people hitting on you behind the bar, but all of that can be solved with a (almost criminally) 3-sugar-cube level of sweet of a cocktail the reader personally made for him hiding an ungodly amount of alcohol which made the night a lot more interesting ;)

I'm sorry if all of my requests are soo long I know you want to have as much details as possible but please lemme know if you feel like it's too much haha Happy writing!! :">

A/N: Thank you for your request! I was partly inspired by this post to help me out with some of the drinks orders, so go check it out for more character headcannoms!

Warnings: NSFW, soft dom! Spencer, spanking, semi-public sex, jealousy, slight breeding kink/ creampie, thigh fucking etc. 18+ Minors DNI

It had been a good few years since you quit the bartending job that put you through college, so you didn't realise just how much you'd missed it.

You thought it was the universe intervening when a case popped up in your college town, and the bar you'd spent every weekend in for nearly three years straight from the end of your undergrad to the first years of your masters degree was at the dead centre of Spencer Reid's geographical profile.

You knew the unsub had been hunting from bars, and it took only a few nights of surveillance to catch his scent, and one more of a simple cover to get the guy.

You'd taken up your spot once again, slipping easily back into making cocktails and pouring pints of beer on tap - a skill you were regretfully slow to learn but happy to see stayed with you even in your brief retirement.

You busted the bar while your coworkers tried to look inconspicuous sitting around as customers. Diligently, you served them mocktails and alcohol free beer ad regulars clapped you on the back, greeting you like an old friend as you worked to catch a killer.

JJ was the bait, and you were glad, for once, that it wasn't you, even if that thought made you feel guilty. She slipped out with a crash, and all eyed were on the man that followed her quietly to the alleyway out back.

He practically arrested himself. All in all, it had taken maybe three days to catch the guy, and you'd never been so happy to have had to work a double shift to do it.

“Y/N, if this FBI thing doesn't work for you, I'd be glad to have you back behind the bar. These college students just aren't what they used to be.” Your ex-boss grinned at you, indulging in his own glass of whiskey now that the case was closed.

He'd graciously invited your entire team to spend the rest of the evening at the bar celebrating (for at least a drink or two before his wife came to collect him). You were shocked when Hotch took him up on the offer, but happily stayed behind the bar mixing up the drinks.

“Okay, now that we've found out you're this magic mixologist, you have got to make us personal cocktails. I want to see how drunk you can get me, Y/L/N.” Emily laughed from the corner, finishing the last dregs of her virgin piña colada.

“My dear Emily, it is not the mixologist job to get you drunk, it's the mixologist job to keep you sober for as long as possible so you keep buying drinks.”

“No, come on kid, I'm intrigued as well. I'm not a cocktail guy but you've been pouring like a woman possessed tonight. Help.me out here, Spencer, hasn't she been on fire?”

Spencer's eye caught yours and your heart skipped a beat when he gave you a small smile. He'd been quiet all night, and you felt a little regretful that you'd made him stay so long in a place he wasn't entirely comfortable with. But he was still here, and surprisingly, still drinking, nursing the beer that your old boss had served them all when they'd returned from the crime scene.

“Mixology is an interesting field of study. When you think about it, it's practically chemistry.”

“I like to think of it as alchemy,” you grinned at him, enjoying the way he could turn anything into something more complicated and mathematical than it is. “Because one sip of one of my cocktails will have you thinking you've unlocked the secret of immortality.”

“Okay, if that's how drunk we're getting tonight then I'm calling home now,” JJ laughed standing from her chair and already dialling the numbers.

“Okay - here we go.” You grabbed the bottle of vodka from the counter and started, keeping your eyes focused on Reid as much as you could.

–X–

After two hours and about 5 rounds of cocktails, you'd nearly defeated the entire team. Your ex-boss had thrown you the keys half an hour earlier and called himself a cab, leaving you behind to close up just like old times.

Hotchner and Rossi had given in after two drinks each, apparently old and wise enough to know just how much alcohol was in an Old Fashioned and a Negroni each.

“Oh how the mighty have fallen,” Emily had mocked them on the way out, but two drinks later and she was asleep in the back of a cab having been carried out by both JJ and Morgan.

You'd used the good gin in her Aviation cocktail, and it was only a matter of time before she ended up peacefully sleeping the week away.

The only member of the team left standing was, surprisingly again, Spencer.

You'd gone simple with his Espresso Martini, though you'd made a big show and dance about adding twice as much brown sugar syrup than the recipe required.

“A sweet cocktail for the man who drinks the sweetest coffee known to man.” He'd brushed his hand across your fingers every time you'd passed him a refill, and you'd felt the familiar jolts of anticipation pass through you with each shared glance.

Your old boss had even noticed that you were ‘sweet on that little coworker of yours,’ and you'd had to do your best to stop yourself from openly flirting with him whilst he was sat there at the bar.

You'd done it for tips every single shift, not caring about the consequences, buy with Spencer, you so desperately wanted there to be consequences that you never so much as tried.

“We should pack up and head home, Spence.” You said, cleaning up the final glass of Mai Tai Derek had left behind, but when you turned around to see him, he was gone.

More accurately, he'd moved to your side of the bar and was sliding his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you in.

You gasped his name like a prayer, not expecting his cold fingers to curl under your shirt as he buried his head in your shoulder.

“Spencer! What's… what are…”

“Let me hold you.” He didn't say much more than that, but he didn't need to say more. You'd already.relaxed into his touch, eyes shutting so you could focus on the feel of his skin against yours.

“You're good at this,” he mumbled, words slightly slurred. “Everyone was watching you, they all wanted you to pour their drinks.”

You listened to each word of his voice fighting off confusion. Who was everybody? There hadn't been another customer in the bar since you'd made the arrest.

“The old men in the corner, they looked down your top when you picked something up for them. I heard them talking about it, how they thought about stuffing a couple of one's right here,” his hand trailed up to your breasts and you gasped, “like you were some stripper.”

His hands were slowly caressing you as he stood, chest pressed against your back, and you felt desire flood between your legs.

“Spencer, you're drunk, we should get you back to the motel.”

“My blood alcohol level should be around 0.11, so yes, legally I am drunk. If you want me back at the motel, be my guest, but I don't think I can keep my hands off of you tonight, Y/N.”

His words were blunt, delivered the same way he usually talked about case details, or books he'd read. There was nothing in it to indicate he'd meant to turn your world upside down just like that.

His hand had moved under your bra now, and you snapped back to reality, grabbing his hand and halting his movements momentarily as you craned your neck to look at him.

“Spencer, you're not in your right mind, you're going to regret this-” you didn't get to finish the sentence as he cut you off, pushing his lips into yours softly. With each second, his passion grew, until the two of you were caught in a battle of tongues, saliva dripping down your chin as you cared about nothing else but the pleasure you found in each other's mouths.

“The only thing,” he whispered between kisses. “That I'm going to regret, is if I let you walk me out of that door without showing you how much I want to possess every inch of you.”

His words were insistent but there was a question hidden in his movements. He'd withdrawn slightly, giving you enough space to turn him down should you want to.

You didn't.

Instead, you let a hand run up the back of his neck to his hair until you were pulling him down into you, stepping back into the warmth of his broad chest as you opened up to him.

Your other hand relinquished his, letting him explore your chest further and doing much of the same as you tried your very best to twist in your spot to get a better hold of him.

He was holding firm though, despite everything he'd drank, and had pushed you once again against the counter, hand moving between exploring your ass cheeks, and placing your hand firmly underneath you on the table so you could stabilise your position.

He worked his lips down your neck, prying your other hand out of his hair and placing it parallel to the first, before pulling your hips back slightly and encouraging you to arch your back.

You only realised you'd assumed a position for spanking when the first blow landed on your ass.

It was soft, all things considered, and he was still busy bruising your neck that you almost thought you'd imagined it.

The next one was harder though. It was real.

“Spencer!” You gasped as he stroked a hand over your asscheeks.

“Shhhhhhhh s'okay. You have a beautiful ass, I'm just making it prettier.”

His hands fumbled over your pants zipper, and then pulled them down to your knees as he continued stroking your ass and licking your neck.

The material limited your movements, trapping your knees together as he delivered one more blow. The skin to skin contact was too much and you let out a sinful moan, surprised at how loud you were suddenly managing to be.

You'd never been spanked before, never even thought about it, but something about Spencer's hands on you, the lingering scent of alcohol in the air had every hair on your body standing in excitement.

You heard Spencer unzip his own pants and were a little regretful that you didn't get the honour. You wanted to see him hold him in your hand, take him into your mouth and play with him until you knew just how he worked. But your back was still to him, and he wasn't giving you the space you needed to turn around and catch a glimpse.

“Every man in this bar tonight wanted to be where I am right now,” he whispered into your hair as he kissed the crown of your head, and then pushed your panties aside and ran himself along the lips of your cunt.

It was a night of sounds - the zippers, his whispers, your moans - bit you still weren't expecting to be able to hear your arousal.

It was erotic, near pornographic how wet his spanking had made you, and he let out small groans of appreciation as he gathered your juices on his cock.

He didn't try to breech you just yet, but rocked his cock between your thighs and cunt, teasing you just enough to keep you hooked, but nowhere near where you needed him to get you.

“Every man who was in here wanted you, and I got you. Right?” He asked again, practically rutting against your cunt.

“Y-Yes, Spencer.”

“Yes, sir.” He corrected, and you gasped as his hand struck your ass again, dangerously close to where his hips joined yours.

“Yes, sir.”

“Be a good girl for me, baby. I want to take care of you.”

With those words, he lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance and slipped in.

With your knees still locked in place by your pants, it was really up to Spencer to control the pace. You didn't spare a second for the thought that had you been completely naked with a better range of motion that he still wouldn't relinquish this quiet control of you.

With one hand on your hip, and the other curled around to reach your clit as you arched your back against him, it wasn't long before he was setting a vigorous pace.

It wasn't that he was thrusting particularly fast, or that he was doing it ridiculously hard, like some men who knew no better tried. It was the combination of how far he was able to reach with his careful concentration on your pleasure.

You felt him speed up once before quickly drawing himself back to the even tempo, doing his best to not get lost in you.

His fingers traced your cunt in a slow figure eight as first, before experimenting with different movements, shapes, words until he'd been rewarded by your cunt clenching around his cock as you came all over it.

You gasped in shock, and flushed, so shocked it took only that long.

Instead of congratulating himself on getting you off though, he used your orgasm to inform himself of what you liked, what you so desperately needed from his fingers and his cock.

And most importantly, he didn't stop.

Even as your body twitched and spasmed around his cock, he kept up his wrist movements, keeping your body warmed up as he finally took his turn.

“Tell me how much you want this,” he whispered into your ear.

“I want this so badly, Sir, I need your cock pumping in and- ahhh out of me.”

“Tell me how nice my cock feels,” he again ordered and you willingly obeyed.

“Your cock is perfect, it's so big and warm, like it was made just for me.”

“Good girl, now tell me how much you want me to shoot my cum inside of you.”

Your mouth went dry as you choked out a moan, his pace getting rougher and rougher with each thrust. You hadn't heard him correctly, surely, your brain was imagining things.

But he prompted you with a slight tap to your face, a slap that wouldn't leave any mark.

“You don't want my cum all over this bar, do you? It would be a shame for your ex boss to fail his hygiene inspection.”

“Cum in me! God, please cum in me.”

He gripped you tight around your waist as he finally pushed himself over the edge, filling you with his seed and keeping you pinned in his arms until he was sure that none of it would escape.

“I'm glad you agreed, because I wasn't asking,” he said, chest still slightly heaving as he rode out his orgasm, lower body twitching in its sensitivity.

When he finally did pull out, he'd spent so long inside you, cockwarming, that not much of his cum slipped out. He cleaned you up with a clean dishcloth you pointed to on the counter, and pulled your pants back up, quickly manoeuvring his up too.

After a brief moment of silence, you finally turned to look at him, melting into his arms again as you took in his fucked out expression.

He stroked your head quietly for a few minutes, before pulling back from your hug.

“This bar doesn't have CCTV, does it?”

[itsjustaninchident]

Starlight☆

Lando Norris x Model!Wife!Reader

smau

summary: Getting married means having children.... Or not? 5 months into marriage and a lot of hate and pressure has been thrown on the couple. A part 2 of To the Moon and To Saturn.

warning/s: sexual innuendos, misogynistic comments, hate comments (tell me if I missed something)

author's note: This is the most tedious and longest work I've probably done here 😭 I definitely enjoyed doing this, I enjoy reading comments from you guys and also requests are always open, I'm just not fast in making it but I'll definitely do your requests🤍

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yourusername oh sorry can't find it on the mirror where I gaf

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user1 THE IT GIRL OF THIS GENERATION

user2 THE FUTURE KIDS WOULD SAY THEY WERE BORN IN THE WRONG GENERATION UPON SEEING THIS GIRL IN THE FUTURE

user3 scrolling through the pictures slay after slay and then lando norris

user4 i still can't believe they're married

user5 Can't wrap my head around how a man who drives for a living is dating the hottest girl alive

landonorris can't believe it either

user6 at least he's self aware

user7 you're both hot tbf

user8 why are hot people only for hot people

user9 this is just too cute

user10 their kids are gonna be good looking istg

user11 I mean the parents are both good looking so

user12 can't wait omg they're gonna look so cute😭

yourusername respectfully, no.

user13 oh.

user14 is this how I confirm they both don't want children😭

user15 yn shutting off comments suggesting kids for both of them😭 she's just like me fr

user16 yn is so real for that😭 she def saw that tiktok girl with the list

user17 THE WORLD IS SIMPLY NOT READY FOR THIS GIRL😭

user18 haters are found in the ditch i fear

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landonorris P2 in Singapore!❤️

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user1 congrats lando!!!

user2 definitely deserve!

user3 why is yn not present in the sg gp?

landonorris she's busy with work :)

user4 shouldn't yn be present to her husband's races, she like missed 4 races already?

user5 girl she can't possibly be with him all the damn time😭 she's got work too

user6 leave yn alone, she literally go all out whenever she can support lando in his races

landonorris she supports me even though she's across the world, it's not her responsibility to go to every race and she has her own work to tend to.

user7 GAGGED!

user8 when he never lets anyone talk shit about you>>>>

user9 they definitely deserve each other

user10 can people stop demanding for yn and just congratulate lando😭 leave the girl alone she's not doing anything to y'all

yourusername CONGRATS BABY! any requests? ;)

user11 HE'S DEF GETTING IT😭

landonorris i think i've made it clear on chat🤔

yourusername assertive, i like it🫡

user12 STOP BEING HORNY ON MAIN?

user13 they're literally unstoppable 😭

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yourusername let me fix my shoes first

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lilymhe can u please divorce the L word and elope with me?

yourusername contacting the lawyers📞

landonorris HEY!!

alexalbon maybe we're the ones meant for each other, mate

user1 L WORD?!😭

user2 this is actually alex's karma for calling his girlfriend the squid game girl😭

user3 personally would be my last straw

user4 why is yn always outside, can't even become a decent wife and do her chores

user5 women should just stay in the house and cook.

yourusername you should try a challenge

user5 and what is that?

yourusername it's called shutting tf up

user6 GET HIMMMM

user7 you idiots, that's literally her job she needs to constantly attend events and model products she's not outside for NOTHING, unlike you.

user8 maybe that's why they don't have kids together lol he definitely would divorce her later on

yourusername checked your profile, looks like you're not even close to getting your first girlfriend

user9 HELP😭 OMG I LIVE FOR UNFILTERED YN😭

user10 these disgusting comments about yn... she's so strong to be able to handle all of these hate just because she's married to a well-known athlete.

user11 the absolute sickening moments ever for women, we can't have anything. The world does not want us to be happy.

user12 true, makes me think how she even deserves all the hate comments when she's been the nicest, most supportive, and loving partner to lando

user13 the answer is easy, she's a woman who married a man. All these men who never grew out of their highschool phase suddenly think they've got the right to talk shit about her just because she married their favorite athlete🙄

user14 YN CAN YOU PLEASE STEP ON ME

user15 calm down girl, my boyfriend's on this app🥵

yourusername oh honey, if your boyfriend admires other girls he's not your boyfriend anymore

user15 IM JUST KIDDING I DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE I WANT

user16 she's an it girl and a girl's girl🫡

user17 she really said don't let any man disrespect u

via interview...

via twitter...

via article...

via twitter...

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yourusername baby #1 full of food

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landonorris can't believe this is how I find out I'm gonna be a dad

yourusername thanks for feeding me ig now u're gonna have to take full responsibility

landonorris i fully accept becoming a father of food

user0 idk what's up with these two😭

user-1 they're literally the perfect match both of them goofy af

yourfriend is this for real?!

yourusername no bae ;)

yourfriend AMEN

user1 not yn trolling the whole damn nation only for it to be a food baby😭

user2 this is what the media gets for pressuring them into becoming parents when clearly they want a different path lol

user3 true, they've made it clear numerous times already that they want to enjoy their married life more and not involve kids in the process

user4 they're so real for that

user5 I remember in an interview of yn with the same question and she said something like "I just feel like in this day and age, having children isn't a priority for most people of this generation and I'm glad that most of us are realizing how big of a deal it is to have children and deciding to not bring them in this world when we are very self aware of our capabilities. It's time we should stop pressuring couples, more so women in giving birth because it's not the only thing we're here for."

user6 SHE'S SO SLAY?!

user7 MY ELOQUENT QUEEN

user8 slay after slay

user9 everyday i have to be reminded that im actually not married to yn and we dont have 4 kids tgt

user10 SHE'S LEGIT SO ICONIC FOR THIS😭

user11 a slap on the face for those nosy people up in their business

hope y'all actually enjoyed this as much as I did writing it😭 comments are highly appreciated 🫶 lovelots♡

[radiant-reid]

okay but a blurb with baby spence (i’m talking like he just joined the bau and barely talks to them he’s so shy) and one day his absolutely gorgeous pregnant wife comes to see him and everyone is just so shocked because this guy?? has a pregnant wife?? and they’re also shocked that he pulled her cause she’s so beautiful

this has been my nightly scenario for the past like two days

- 🍓

hot wife!reader >>>>> i'm still on that shit. also this is so cute because then Jack and baby Reid could be besties

No one knows much about Spencer Reid. He's timid, but he's good at profiling and he gets his paperwork done so no one's complaining.

Despite what you told him about how everyone would love him, he feels like he's not fitting in like he's in a lab at Caltech and he's the only student with no one to be his lab partner.

He's nervous when Derek extends the invitation to a night out at the bar to include him. The little joke about whether he'd actually get served or if his baby face was too young helps assure Spencer it's casual, that they're on their way to becoming friends.

"Please come with me." He begs as soon as he's home. His head is resting on your shoulder as you face the TV. He prefers your lap but your bump is a little too big for it to be comfortable.

"I'm not sure I'll make a very good drinking buddy." You joke, pointing at the reason you can't drink.

He laughs slightly, the purest sound. "I just mean- it would be good for you to meet the team."

You agree with that. The BAU is dangerous and dark, and it would be good to know who's taking care of your husband.

Plus, you'll do almost anything he asks. "Sure."

So you get dressed up a little. Nothing too fancy, and no heels since your feet look like they've been stung by a bee. Spencer insists you're the most beautiful person in the world before dragging you off and into the warm night. A summer baby you're having.

You're not sure what to expect. To your knowledge, Spencer hasn't told the team he has a wife, much less that he's having a baby.

He stops in front of a table, and you squeeze his hand for reassurance. "Hi, everyone, this is my wife, Y/n." He introduces you.

They're surprised, shocked even with matching raised eyebrows and slacked jaws. The looks aren't new, and neither is the math they're doing when they look at Spencer. He barely looks 18, much less a married, soon-to-be father.

"Wow, we didn't even know there was a Mrs. Reid." An attractive guy says, shaking your hand. "I'm Derek Morgan."

"And a soon-to-be baby Reid." One of the women says excitedly. She pulls you in for a hug, which has become awkward with the size of your stomach. "Any time you need someone to watch him or her, I'm here. I'm Penelope, by the way."

You chuckle, nodding your head appreciatively. Easiest childcare you've found yet. The rest of the team is just as welcoming, shaking your hand and telling you their names. Spencer's less jittery by your side, and he's all smiles when he walks off to get you both drinks, even though he knows you're probably telling stories about the awkwardness of the start of your relationship. He's not phased by it anymore, he got the girl.

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Jean Harlow (Red-Headed Woman, Dinner at Eight, Libeled Lady)— The original blonde bombshell. There would be no Marilyn Monroe or other funny blonde starlet without her! She was still an up and comer when cast in Platinum Blonde and at the time the film was either gonna be called The Gilded Cage or Gallagher (after the other female lead in the film) but after casting Harlow her role was expanded and the film titled after her. That's starpower!!!

Marsha Hunt (The Human Comedy, College Holiday, These Glamour Girls)—To be honest, I haven't had the chance to see a lot of her films, but she was an amazing person. A beautiful, popular actress during the 30s and 40s, Marsha was unfairly blacklisted during the Red Scare for speaking out against McCarthyism. Instead of letting that stop her, she focused her efforts on humanitarian work for causes such as world hunger, poverty, and pollution. She was also a support of same-sex marriage. Side note to any fellow fashion history nerds, she wrote a book on 30s-40s fashion. She stayed true to her beliefs through the years, and passed away at the age of 104 in 2022.

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Marsha Hunt:

Marsha Hunt first signed with Paramount in 1935 at the age of seventeen, kicking off a prolific career as a beloved Hollywood star and fashion model. Her distinctive profile and facial structure earned her the nickname “Curly Lips”: “Besides a rounded forehead, almost no nose bridge, and a nose that curved upwards, even my lips curled up at the corners. Ronald Coleman and his wife Benita told me they used to describe me to each other as ‘Curly Lips.’ I decided that anything that helped two people I adored take notice of me would no longer keep me awake at nights.” (The Way We Wore, p.95) Marsha appeared in about seventy films over almost eighty years, including Hollywood Boulevard, College Holiday, Easy Living, These Glamour Girls, Irene, Pride and Prejudice, Blossoms in the Dust, Thousands Cheer, The Human Comedy, and many more. She was blacklisted during the McCarthy era for publicly defending Hollywood from the accusations of the House Committee on Un-American Activities, alongside Lucille Ball, Humphrey Bogart, Deanna Durbin, Henry Fonda, Judy Garland, Frank Sinatra, and many other members of the Hollywood community.

Jean Harlow:

what is there to say just look at her. the blondest woman to ever live. a sort of prototypal marilyn monroe. has a cocktail named after her so you know she was really that beautiful. dated longie zwillman. godmother to bugsy siegel's daughter. if we really want to bring back being a mob wife we have to start here.........

She was the OG Blonde Bombshell. People don't give her credit, but she was actually a sweetheart and had a great flair for comedy. And she worked those pencil thin brows! And even though she's known for the Blonde, she is deliciously evil in Red-Headed Woman, I highly recommend!

[diyasgarden]

It’s not that you have anything against Art Donaldson personally, you just did not want to be a sports journalist. You played couple years of college volleyball, but you did not want to dedicate your life to volleyball or any sport for that matter.

What made it worse was that it was your first big article. You were even excited when you got the email from the editor saying he had something special he wanted you to work on. Turns out something special means "i found out you played a sport, now you're writing this article." You don't even really remember what he said, something along the lines of "upcoming tennis star" and "do a little profile." The paper you worked at it was a small local one, and being told you were writing an article meant you had to do so. Really it was a simple assignment, but you were bitter about it anyway.

You didn't care enough to go down to see him play. You watched some clips online, couple of games, and listened to sports commentators. Enough information to put together a profile. He was a good player, good-looking, and decently talented, but what none of that really stood out to you. No what caught your attention was his wife: Tashi Duncan.

The way he looked over to her at the end of a set as if to gauge her reaction. The way the commentators noted she was also his coach. Just the way she carried herself was magnetizing. All it took was a couple of google searches to find out that used to play tennis too. And god if Art was good at tennis, than Tashi was a god at it. You started to wonder why she wasn't the one on the court, but those questions were answered when you saw articles about her accident at Stanford.

But the more you found old videos of Tashi playing, the more you saw her style in Art. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together; Art was the player he was because of Tashi. And yeah most people could have probably guessed this and there was definitely a nice way of putting it, but when you wrote your article you wasn't really considering that. Long story short, your profile seemed to be more of a profile of Tashi more than it was Art, and it was definitely meaner to Art than it had to be (well you were still somewhat bitter about having to write the article in the first place).

In a weird way, even with the bitterness you were proud of it. It felt more than just some piece only praising Art Donaldson. It was deeper, felt more of a story. Was your tone unnecessary? Yes, but you reasoned it just made the article more fun to read. And regardless, it was published, so it had to be good. You didn't expect much from it, you were just glad to have gotten it over with. And you hoped it was the last time you'd have to write a sports article.

Just imagine your surprise, when couple days later, you get an email from tashidonaldson@gmail.com asking to meet you at a local restaurant to talk.

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Violent Delights Have Violent Ends - Part 2

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

WC: 1.8k

TW: Serial killers, murders, blood, referencing to infidelity, descriptions of dead bodies, bugs

A/N: Enjoy part 2 babes!!!!

Part 1

The worst part about a crime scene was not seeing the dead bodies, it was smelling them as soon as you entered the house. However, seeing them was not exactly great either. 

This would have been much better advice than Derek telling you seeing a dead body for the first time can be a bit freaky. 

You don’t really know why you agreed to go to the crime scene, but God did you fucking regret it now. Your eyes were starting to water and your hands were ever so slightly shaking. It was clear to you that all the profilers around you knew what you felt. Even if you were hard to read, they would have known just by the way you stopped talking. 

Hotch gently put his hand on your arm, causing you to jump slightly and give him a small smile. He led you both to the kitchen to sit down for a moment, giving you a moment away from the whole scene. 

Looking at the pictures was so different than seeing it in person. Someone actually dipped their hand in the neck of someone else and wrote on the wall in their blood. And they were cold and calculated enough to put gloves on first so there was no DNA left behind. Fucking psychopath. 

“Y/n?” 

You looked up from your hands and let out a curt laugh when a tear fell down your cheek. “Shit. Sorry.” Quickly wiping it away, you looked back down at your hands. “Sorry, I just….”

“It’s a lot.” 

“Why–why do you need me here Hotch.”

He nodded and looked back at the living room. “Because we have a feeling the way he’s positioning the bodies might help us figure something else out, and you are our resident expert.” 

“Don’t let Reid hear you say that. He might just have an aneurysm.” You muttered, a small smile on your face. 

It got Hotch to smile in response. “He knows that you know more about this than him. Don’t worry. Can you get back in there or would you like us to take pictures and send them to you?” 

You shook your head and stood up. “I’m fine. Just an initial shock I guess. Thank you, Hotch.” 

The two of you walked back into the living room, and you were still grateful that you decided to forgo lunch, not giving your stomach any ammo in case it decided to evacuate your body. 

The scene was gruesome. The wife’s body was lying on the floor in front of the fireplace arms above her head as if she was lifting something. Her blonde hair had been stained red, almost purposefully with blood, and braided into two long braids that came down the front of her chest. The only indication of any blood on her body, besides the gaping wound on her neck, was that the palms of her hands were coated in now-dried blood. 

“It’s um.” You closed your eyes for a second. “It’s John Singer Sargent.” 

“The famous painter?” Spencer turned to look at you from across the room where he had been talking to Prentiss. 

You nodded. “His, uh. Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth, where she um, lifts the crown onto her head…It’s massive, like seven feet tall, four feet wide, at the Tate Britain in London.” 

“What does this have to do with her.” Derek gestured to the corpse on the floor. Spencer, who noted that you really couldn’t take your eyes off of the body, pulled out his phone and quickly found the painting you were referencing. 

“Oh wow,” Morgan muttered. “He even dressed her in the same shade of green…”

“It’s one of the most famous portrayals of Lady Macbeth out there. Her dress was decorated with….” Your eyes widened. 

“With what.” Hotch walked over to you and looked between you and the body, and then over to Spencer. “What was her dress decorated with.” 

Spencer quickly made his way over to you and kneeled next to the wife. “Oh my god.” 

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” Derek crossed his arms, unamused by the lack of information being spread around. 

“Beetles. Ellen Terry’s dress was decorated with the wings of beetles.” You spoke up.  _________________________________________________________

Spencer had volunteered to drive you back to the station so that you could look at the actual bodies of the previous victims to see if you could find more details that they had missed. 

“This one, Spencer, she’s uh…” You bit your lip, looking at the first set of victims. “This was the Romeo and Juliet one right? Because she’s draped on top of him like every production and painting of Romeo and Juliet I’ve ever seen. If we have to go specifics then I would say probably “The Reconciliation of the Montagues and Capulets” by Leighton. And the um…” You placed that image down and hunted for another one. 

“And this one is the Hamlet one since she’s positioned exactly like Ophelia in Sir John Everett Milais’ painting. The Pre-Raphelite one with all the flowers. Look at the sheet the unsub placed her on, it’s completely floral, and did the autopsy come back saying she had drowned, or was drowned and then resuscitated or something?” 

Spencer nodded. He was honestly in awe of you. The way you reset your head when you left the crime scene. The urgency you had developed. The sheer breadth of knowledge you possessed just continued to make him fall head first for you. Not that he could ever do anything about it since you lived in London half of the time, and he was always traveling around the US with no sort of set schedule. 

“And…uh, where is it.” 

“What are you looking for?” 

“The one with the, uh, um. What the fuck was that guy’s name?” 

Spencer looked at you with a furrowed brow. “Are you talking about Caesar?” 

“YES. God. I always forget his name. Portia. She swallowed hot coals to kill herself right? But in the picture…” You pulled the photo out of the depths of the pile. “There’s a wound on the wife’s leg. Her cause of death was bleeding out, right? With the way she’s draped on the bed, and her husband is in the other room, it’s not the show. I think it’s the baroque piece of Portia by, uh, um…oh shit what was her name….” 

Watching you work literally made Spencer’s heart want to bleed. He would actually propose to you on the spot if it wasn’t an extremely insensitive time to do so, and also you weren’t even dating. It was baffling to him that he had only known you for three days.

“Elisabetta Sirani!” You pulled out your phone and looked up the picture, and lo and behold, it matched the body. 

“I think that it’s an art student, or someone heavily involved in art. Some of these are famous paintings, sure, but others? There’s a history there Spence. I only know these paintings because of my Ph.D. Sirani is not as common an artist as she should be.”

He sputtered at the nickname but quickly recovered. “I’ll call Hotch and let him know.” 

You smiled at him and he smiled right back at you. 

There was too long of a pause. It shouldn’t have happened at all really. But the sheriff knocked on the door, misinterpreting the stare for something more aggressive. “I don’t mean to break up whatever yelling session is about to happen, but the autopsy report came back…those were real wings.”

You looked back over at Spencer. “Tell him to get the team back. You guys need to give the profile.”  _____________________________________________________________

“I just don’t understand where someone even gets that many beetle wings. It’s not like you can order them online and have them shipped to your house.” 

“That tells you how premeditated this was then.” 

“Woman, where have you been all our lives.” 

You laughed and Derek smiled over at you. 

“No, seriously Y/n. I never thought Art history could be so…”

“Violent?” You guessed, smirking slightly and shaking her head. “There’s a painting I think yo should look up Derek. Well a few of them—Saturn Devouring His Son by Goya is a favorite of mine, and then Judith Beheading Holofernes by Virmiglio has a shit ton of blood in it…or if you want some heartbreak, I am personally fond of Caleron’s Broken Vows, or anything portraying the Kiss of Franchesca and Paulo.” 

“I just don’t get how you can store all of this in your head.” Derek pulled up to the college campus and flashed his badge at the campus security, who let him through the gate. 

“Well, I don’t know how to take apart a gun, and then put it back together, let alone fire it. We all have our different skills.” 

This caused Derek to laugh. “Touche.” 

The two of you pulled up to the building with the offices of the Art History faculty and looked around the campus. “This is a massive campus, Derek. I’m pretty sure they have an MA and a Ph.D. in Art History beyond undergrad…”

“Believe it or not, this is not our first murderous college student case.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Great. It’s good to know the youth of America are doing alright.” 

That caused Derek to crack a smile. “Well. Let’s go find this professor and see what we can find out.”  

The trek across campus brought you back to your college days. It was kind of nice to see that kids still hung out on the lawns and with one another, not just staring at their phones and laptops all of the time. 

The both of you made your way up to the stairs of this slightly blocky building. It felt a bit like a museum with the amount of artifacts that they kept on the first and second floors, but as you walked through the fifth floor offices, your face started to fall. 

“Derek what was the name of the professor we were supposed to talk to?” You whispered, slowly moving to a stop. 

He turned and looked at you. “uh…Doctor Kolek, why?” 

You pointed to the door you stopped in front of. 

It was slightly ajar and looked as if the lock had been busted. Morgan quickly, pulled out his gun and shoved you behind him, calling out the woman’s name as you both held your breath. 

When there was no response, Derek slowly pushed the door open. Her office was a wreck, as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. Papers were scattered, there were frames on the floor, and a dent in the wall as if someone had tried to throw something at someone. You called out the woman’s name again, only to gasp. Derek turned and faced the same way you were looking. 

Doctor Kolek was face down on the floor. There was no blood around her, and the room didn’t smell like death, so that was a good sign, but she was clearly unconscious. Derek quickly rolled her over and checked for her vitals. 

“She’s still breathing. Call a medic.” 

You scrambled to pull out your phone, dialing 911. 

[wizardofrozz]

Promise?

Hunter x fem!reader, Tech, Phee, and Omega

Word Count: ~4.8k

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut (this is basically just filth), slight exhibitionism, Tech being a menace

A/N: This fic has killed me in more ways than one but I’m excited to finally share it. The prompt "Don’t make promises you can’t keep. So beg.” came from @homie-one-kenobi and I want to thank her and @techs-feral-wife and @a-single-tulip again for all their help with this ❤️ 

You had come to know the many sides of Hunter over the years. You knew Sergeant CT-9901, the fierce and loyal soldier of the Republic. You knew Sergeant Hunter, the leader and brother his siblings needed to make it through battle after battle. You knew him as a mercenary, struggling with his place in a galaxy overrun with injustice. More recently, you got to know Hunter as a father, watching the way Omega’s presence started to heighten his affectionate side. But this new side of Hunter was doing something to you.

You truly hadn’t meant for things to escalate beyond innocent affection. But then a look lasted a little too long, your hand lingering on Hunter’s lower back when you brushed past him, standing just a little too close when you spoke. They had been unconscious movements, faint urges to be close to him or to just admire his profile in the warm sunlight until the tension was almost unbearable. There was something about being on Pabu that made it feel impossible to keep your focus and hands off of Hunter. 

He seemed calmer, shoulders looking less tense and his smile lingering for longer than normal. And now, standing at the kitchen sink after cleaning up dinner, you found yourself admiring him again. Hunter had his back to you, his hair moving with the breeze rolling off the ocean as he stared out at the dying rays stretching across lower Pabu. It had become a routine for him recently, leaning against the half-wall outside the small house just as the sun started to dip below the horizon.

It may not have been as apparent to anyone else, but you could see that there was a tightness about his shoulders, something you recognized as a sign that something was bothering him. You moved toward the doorway, pondering if you should interrupt him when the sound of hurried footsteps stopped you short. You glanced down just as Omega appeared beside you, a bright smile on her face and you weren’t sure if you were going to like whatever was going to come out of her mouth. 

“I’m gonna go night fishing with Wrecker, okay?” That wasn’t what you were expecting but it was better than her coming to tell you Wrecker had knocked a light fixture off the low ceiling…again. 

“Fine by me, kiddo,” you replied with a smile. Despite still having his back to the dwelling, you knew Hunter had heard her and when he didn’t move to object, you winked at the young clone. “Catch me something big.” 

“Okay!” Omega cheered, barely finishing the word before she took off in the direction of the docks. You watched her with a soft smile, silently thanking Wrecker and Phee for giving you a few precious hours of privacy with Hunter.

“I hope you have your comm!” Hunter called, turning his head in Omega’s direction. She was too far for you to hear her response but you assumed the answer was yes when Hunter stayed quiet. As the last wisps of light disappeared, Hunter turned to face you, the gentle breeze tussling his hair and blowing a few strands into his eyes as he closed the short distance.

“You okay?” you asked softly, lightly trailing your hand down the curve of his bicep. Hunter made a soft rumbling sound in response as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and tucked his face against your neck. The soft gesture had you melting, your arms wrapping around his narrow waist; you went still when his chest expanded with a long, deep breath.

“You sweat more here,” he noted, his voice muffled against your skin. Your lashes fluttered, your brain scrambling to understand where the conversation was going while simultaneously trying not to get offended by the comment.

“Well, yeah, it’s a tropical island, Hunter,” you huffed, brows pinching together in confusion. You pulled away from him, expecting to meet his eyes only to realize he wasn’t looking at your face. The intensity of his stare had you taking stock of your body, realizing a second too late that you could feel a bead of sweat rolling down the side of your neck. It was nearly impossible to differentiate between his pupils and his irises as they followed the curve of your neck. 

Hunter closed the gap again, hugging you close as the tip of his nose came to rest just under your ear. Your mouth dropped open at the slow drag of his tongue across your skin, retracing the path your sweat had just taken. 

“Did I say it was a bad thing?” he breathed, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. The air left your lungs in a quiet wheeze, every nerve ending suddenly hyper-aware of Hunter pressed up against you. You gasped, stumbling over your feet when he started walking you backward into the blessedly empty house. “Wanted to get my attention today, huh?”

“Maybe,” you giggled, curling your fingers around his belt.

“Must’ve thought you were cute with all that teasing today too,” he huffed, trailing kisses down the length of your neck.  

“I wasn’t teasing,” you argued, knowing damn well what those leading touches did to him. “I just like being close to you.” The faint graze of teeth against your jaw made you shiver, your grip on his belt tightening.

“Don’t play coy, sweetheart,” he chided lightly, his lips barely brushing against the side of your neck. You jumped slightly when your tailbone bumped into the edge of the dining room table, Hunter crowding you against the cool stone slab. His arms fell away from your shoulders, dropping down to curl around your waist as he pressed his face against your neck again, breathing deeply.  

“Won’t happen again,” you sighed, doing your best to calm your racing heart, “I promise.”

“Mm don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Hunter hummed, kissing his way across your exposed shoulder. “Clearly you wanted something from me.”

“Well, I always want you,” you replied, letting your head roll back as he left a mark at the base of your neck. A soft moan slipped out when you rolled your hips, searching for any kind of friction.

“Tell me exactly what you want, mesh’la,” Hunter encouraged, pressing the outline of his cock into your hip.

“Easy,” you chuckled a little breathlessly, “your cock.”

“Well, if you want it, really want it…beg for it.” His voice raised goosebumps across your skin, the husky edge making your cheeks burn. Begging wasn’t a new request for you or him, but you had been wound so tight all day, aching for the tiniest bit of his attention. Now that you had it…you weren’t sure how long you could play this game. 

Hunter kissed up your neck and across your cheek, only to pause at the corner of your mouth, one of his hands moving to cup the back of your head. He kissed you with an urgency that made his earlier threat lose some of its weight and you almost giggled. Hunter put on a good show, years of learning to manage his senses would do that, but you could still tell he was struggling. The faint tremor in his hands, the harshness of his breathing, and the subtle movement of his hips gave away just how tightly wound you had managed to get him.

So of course, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to try and sway him, carefully moving one hand to his belt buckle. A strong, warm hand clamped down around your wrist, stopping you just short of your goal, your frustrated whine morphing into a gasp when he nipped at your bottom lip. 

“You know the rules,” Hunter warned, bumping his nose against yours but pulling away when you tried to capture his lips again. You stifled an exasperated sigh and let your head drop, resting your forehead against his chin as you tried to catch your breath. Now that Hunter wasn’t consuming every one of your senses, you were keenly aware of the hard line of his cock pressing into your leg. You were almost mad at yourself for not exploiting his weakness for your mouth. 

“I do,” you agreed, managing to coax him into one more languid kiss. Hunter sputtered when you suddenly broke the kiss, but it quickly morphed into a huff of surprised laughter when you sank to your knees. You didn’t give him the chance to argue, expertly unclipping the straps around his thighs before reaching for his belt buckle. Movement above your head had you looking up to find Hunter’s eyes locked onto your face, pupils wide and endless as he tossed his vambrace onto the table behind you. 

The belt dropped to the floor with a thud, and there was a moment where you were almost disappointed that you wouldn’t get to undress him yourself. The soft gasp he let out when you finally got his pants undone somewhat made up for it. You pushed his pants off, waiting until he kicked them aside before sitting forward on your knees, your mouth watering as you let your tongue loll out, putting on a show. The response was immediate and exactly what you wanted. Hunter’s jaw went slack, a harsh exhale whistling past his lips as he gripped the base of his cock, and your eyes caught the metallic twinkle of his piercing just under the head before he was sliding it through the saliva pooling on your tongue. The groan that tore from his chest was straight out of a wet dream, sending a chill down your spine. You may have been the one on your knees, but Hunter was putty in your hands.

“You–you did this on purpose,” Hunter rumbled in between pants. His breath hitched when you pulled your tongue back, closing your lips around him. You hummed in response, startling a sharp cry from Hunter, his hand shooting up to grip your hair, gently coaxing you to take more of him. You looked up the length of his body, finding his head thrown back, and admired the taunt lines of his throat that flexed when he swallowed. 

As if he could feel your gaze, his head dropped down, chin almost resting against his heaving chest. You paused when he threatened to hit the back of your throat, forcing yourself not to gag as you stared up at him with half-lidded eyes. He was the embodiment of sin like this: the muscles of his abdomen clenched and unclenched sporadically, his inked chest jumping with stunted breaths, and the dim light threw shadows over the tattooed side of his face, making his features look sharper. Staring down at you like this, Hunter looked dangerous, almost predatory. 

You breathed deeply through your nose before lazily starting to bob your head, pausing long enough to gently run your tongue over the piercing on the underside of his cock before sinking back down. Hunter’s quiet groans quickly escalated into whimpers, each rough, unhindered sound made your clit throb, begging for even the slightest bit of friction.

The hand fisted in your hair loosened and you slowed your pace, eyes following his hand as it came down to cup your jaw. Your exhale rushed through your nose when his thumb traced your lower lip, spreading the spit leaking from the corner of your lips down your chin. The look in his eyes was addicting, the genuine wonderment mingling with adoration almost made you falter. You suddenly wanted nothing more than to watch him come undone like this, spilling down your throat as his face twisted with pleasure.

Hunter’s half-lidded eyes were still trained on you, although he didn’t seem to notice your hand moving. His thighs tensed when you gently cupped his balls, but you didn't stop there. You very lightly press on the skin just behind them, causing his mouth to drop open, letting out an involuntary whine.

“St - stop,” he keened, a high, sharp sound you weren’t aware he could even make. You froze, blinking a few times as he panted, jerking his hips back until he slid out of your mouth. There was a moment of silence, Hunter struggling to catch his breath, leaving you to watch the way his cock throbbed in his hand.

“Why’d you stop?” you prodded, your voice sounding rougher than usual. A smirk lifted the corner of your lips, knowing that he was seconds away from spilling down your throat, something he usually indulged in.

“Why do you think?” Hunter grunted, sucking in a deep breath as he pushed his bandana higher, keeping his hair out of his face. Once his impending orgasm had seemed to recede, his hand started to move in slow, smooth strokes; it was pretty fucking close to torture for you and he knew it. You tried to lean closer, parting your lips in hopes of enticing him enough that he’d play nice; his free hand snagged your jaw, keeping you just out of reach. 

“Hunter,” you whined, looking through your lashes. It was clear that his restraint was slipping, given away only by the way he chewed on the inside of his cheek. It felt like lava had replaced your blood, pumping a dizzying heat through your veins, your clit aching for any kind of attention, although you knew how this game went. Your plan wasn’t working in your favor, at all, but you were too invested now, no matter how borderline painful it was. 

You gently pushed against his hold on your face, an excited shiver racking your body when his grip gave a tiny bit. That dark, searing stare you had seen a thousand times cut through you, almost making you back out but you had started this. Hunter arched a brow when your tongue poked out again, his expression growing more intrigued, allowing you to move closer. Finding that little piece of metal was muscle memory at this point, the tip of your tongue flicking over the bar under his skin. Hunter choked on a gasp, his hips jerking forward in a desperate, unconscious movement that pressed the bar into your tongue. 

You traced the shape, looking through your lashes to watch the dark ink covering his chest shift with each ragged breath. A hand suddenly gripped your hair and you caught the warning in his dark gaze. He partly lifted, partly guided you to your feet, immediately pressing you into the edge of the table. There was a pause, his parted lips hovering just out of reach, a wild look in his eyes. 

He held your gaze, daring you to look away as his hands slid under the hem of your shirt, pushing the fabric higher until it bunched up around the band of your bra. You automatically lifted your arms, shivering when he hooked his thumbs under the band, and slowly pulled the two pieces of fabric up over your head, carelessly tossing them aside. A shiver shook your shoulders, sending you shuffling closer to him, hoping to steal some of his warmth, bringing a half-smile to his face. 

“Gorgeous,” Hunter breathed, one of his hands cupping your breast. He caught your lips again before lightly tweaking your nipple, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth when your jaw dropped open. Each movement was precise as you slowly came unraveled, pushing you toward what he wanted in the first place. 

Your body acted on instinct, your stance widening when Hunter pressed closer. The position was all wrong but you were too caught up in the feel of his hands on your skin to notice. Your hands came to rest on his chest, your nails sinking into muscle when he slid his cock between your thighs. The slow drag against your folds forced a slightly frustrated groan past your lips and your hips subconsciously matched his rhythm. He coated himself in your arousal, his breathing getting heavier with each lazy thrust until the need to have him inside you was almost maddening.  

“Hunter,” you whispered against his lips. But you already knew the pleading tone in your voice wouldn’t be enough. “Please.”

“Please what, sweetheart?” he pressed, tracing the shape of your nipple at an infuriatingly slow pace. 

“Quit being an ass,” you whined, bumping your forehead against his. 

“Should’ve thought about that earlier,” he said with a faint shrug, moving away from your mouth to kiss along your jaw. He hesitated near your ear, sliding his free hand up your side to gently knead your other breast, humming when you pressed into his touch. “Come on, sweetie. Give me what I want and I’ll bend you over this table and fuck you like I know you’re aching for.” 

“Fuck,” you hissed, accepting that it was time to swallow the tiny bit of pride you were hanging onto. Hunter’s touch was feather-like as he trailed his fingers down your stomach, the anticipation making you dizzy. Your entire body tense when he pressed the pad of his thumb directly onto your clit, just holding it there and you waited for the starburst of pleasure only for nothing to happen. The pressure wasn’t enough, acting solely as a reminder of what he wanted from you and you almost wanted to cry in frustration. You arched into his hand, attempting to grind against him one last time before giving in. “Please, Hunter. I want to forget everything that isn’t your name. I want to sit down tomorrow at breakfast and remember the way you felt inside me.”

He groaned against the curve of your neck, the feather-like graze of his teeth acting as just a taste of what was to come. “Oh, you filthy thing,” he breathed, tracing your jugular with the tip of his nose, “bend over for me. Let me see how bad you want it.” 

You were clumsy in your desperation, your arms hitting the tabletop a little harder than you had intended. You expected to feel Hunter at your back, strong hands gripping your hips, but there was nothing but cool, evening air. After a few more seconds, you looked over your shoulder but he wasn’t looking at your face. His attention was fixated on your glistening pussy, dark eyes watching it desperately clench as he lazily stroked himself. Seeing him pleasuring himself at the sight of you made the trembling you had kept under control become known. 

“Hunter,” you whined, pressing your chest closer to the table, and pushing your ass out. 

“You look good like this,” he mused, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smug smirk. There was a charged silence that followed as you tried not to fidget under his heavy gaze. Just as you were about to turn your head, the sound of him spitting made you freeze, your lashes fluttering until you heard the sound of his spit-slicked hand returning to its previous slow pace. 

“Yeah, well I’d look a lot better with your cock inside me,” you bit back, the bone-deep need to feel him making your teeth grind in frustration. You met his eyes over your shoulder, batting your lashes and it seemed to work when his jaw flexed. Hunter held your gaze as he closed in on you, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in your scent. 

“Can’t say I disagree, cyare,” he rumbled, his hand following the curve of your spine. The grip on the back of your neck made you freeze, not even daring to breathe too deeply as he leaned over you, the length of his cock sliding against your soaked folds. Your mouth fell open in a soundless cry when the blunt tip pushed in and Hunter paused, a stunted gasp rushing past his lips when you tensed. The next movement had your breath catching, the brush of metal making your knees weak.

“Every time,” Hunter chuckled breathlessly, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. He didn’t speed up, splitting you open at an agonizing pace and all you could do was take it. A shaky breath puffed against your shoulder when his hips met your ass, his teeth grazing your shoulder. Your eyes rolled back when the rigid metal of his piercing kissed your g-spot and you trembled under his weight. Using the grip on the back of your neck, he pulled you off the table, making you suddenly aware of how soothing the stone had been on your sweltering skin. 

He wrapped one arm around your waist, pressing himself even deeper, forcing a sound out of you that was somewhere between a gasp and moan while his other arm curled around your chest. You dropped your head against his shoulder, enticing him to cup one of your breasts. A stillness settled around you, leaving you with no option but to just stand there, stuffed and shivering with anticipation. Your inhale synced with his, the only warning you had before Hunter started to roughly grind against your ass. 

You moaned softly, turning your face toward him, panting against his cheek, and forcing your eyes open when his thrusts slowed considerably. It took a few seconds for your eyes to focus, your lashes fluttered when you noticed that his attention was fixed on something across the room. 

“What’s wrong?” you whispered, doing your best to ignore the head-spinning girth of his cock filling you. 

“Look,” he breathed, coming to a stop seated inside you. It took more effort than you wanted to admit to lift your head, letting it roll lazily as you searched for whatever had his attention. It took a few seconds of searching the room before your eyes landed on the window looking out over Pabu. The reflection was dark, barely more than an outline, but you were suddenly just as transfixed as Hunter. You could see the outline of his broad shoulders, the way he wrapped himself around you, his silhouetted face hovering beside yours.

“Mm, we look good,” you purred, grinding back against him as you reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair. You watched his eyes slam shut, his brows pinching together with a soft moan. You looked past your reflection at the twinkle of lights, a thought hitting you. “I wonder if anyone can see us?” Hunter’s head dropped slightly as he throbbed inside you, sending a chill racing across your skin. Of course he liked that idea. 

“I want you to watch too,” Hunter ordered softly, jerking his hip and punching a choked-off moan out of you. “I want you to watch yourself cum on my cock.” Your playful undertone fizzled out, his command rumbling against your back. And who were you to disobey an order like that? 

“Yes, sir,” you breathed, keeping your eyes glued to your shared reflection. Hunter growled against your ear, jerking his hips forward until the barbell on the underside of his cock pressed deliciously into your g-spot. 

“Cheeky today,” he mused, holding himself perfectly still for a moment before pulling out to just the tip. “Keep your eyes on the window, sweetheart.” He didn’t give you a chance to respond, starting a measured pace that had you seeing stars with every thrust. Keeping your eyes open took every ounce of brainpower you could spare as your quiet gasps turned into pathetic mewls. You watched Hunter’s lips pull back in a snarl before his head dropped onto your shoulder, muffling his groans. 

“Talk–talk to me, cyare,” he panted, readjusting his grip on your breast to tweak your nipple. 

“Fuck,” you gasped when he pulled your hips away from the table, hitting that devastating spot with expert precision. You scrambled for something to hold onto, your nails digging into the back of the hand wrapped around your waist. Gritting your teeth, you desperately tried to piece together a sentence, anything to express your desires. “I-I want you to cum so hard I can feel you pulsing inside me.” The hand you had tangled in his curls closed, tugging hard enough to startle a whine from the back of his throat. 

“Keep - fuck - keep going,” Hunter rasped, his thrust growing harsher. You tried to catch your breath, forcing your eyes to focus on the faint outline of your bodies. Each snap of his hips made your breasts bounce and you released Hunter’s hair, moving to cover his hand that was still cupping one of them. 

“I-I love…I love your strong hands all over me,” you breathed, squeezing his hand to tighten his grip. You were searching for any bit of stimulation to tip the scales but even the brush of his calloused hands against your sensitive nipple wasn’t enough. You teetered on the edge, doing your best to meet his thrusts, trying to arrange your hazy thoughts when Hunter finally took pity on you. 

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, pressing down on your stomach, “I know you need it.” Blood rushed in your ears, the added pressure on your stomach intensifying the inferno already growing there. You somehow managed to find your target, your back arching when you started frantically circling your clit, chasing the pleasure making the edges of your vision fuzzy. 

“Ah–fuck,” Hunter whimpered, his thrusts faltering as your walls fluttered as the pleasure peaked. “So–so close, please–please cum for me.” The barely concealed desperation in his voice is what sent you hurtling over the edge, your entire body locking up as you sobbed his name. You almost didn��t register his orgasm through the blinding pleasure until the sharp sensation of teeth clamping down on your shoulder snapped you back into your body, another wave of pleasure washing over you. 

It all bled together, white-hot and all-consuming ecstasy as a few tears slipped out from the corners of your eyes. You sagged forward, pulling Hunter down with you until your flushed skin met the welcome relief of the cool tabletop. Hunter managed to catch himself on one arm so he didn’t crush you, his forehead coming to rest against your sweaty shoulder blade. The thought of just melting to the floor occurred to you but his extra weight kept you pinned in place as your legs trembled with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You turned your head enough to bump your temples against his chin in an affectionate little headbutt that earned you a soft, broken laugh. 

Just as you started to regain some semblance of higher motor function, the shrill beeping of Hunter’s com cut through the peaceful silence. You and Hunter snapped to attention, finding his discarded vambrace a few inches away. When he didn’t make a move to grab it you stretched across the table, gasping when his soft cock shifted inside your sensitive cunt. You ignored the exasperated look he sent you, holding the armor in front of his face. He shot you one more unimpressed look before tapping the button, resting more of his weight on you. 

“Huh?” he grunted, clearly expecting one of his brothers. 

“Ah, I take it you’re finished with your procreational activities.” You blinked down at the flashing device, a little surprised to hear Tech’s voice; it took a few seconds for you to register what he had said.

“Tech,” you started, hoping you didn’t sound as nervous as you felt, “how did you know that’s, uh, what we were doing.”

“Well, if you had bothered to look out the window, you would have no need to ask,” Tech stated matter-of-factly. Your stomach dropped and you stiffened at the same time Hunter did; he shifted a bit, covering more of your body with his. 

“Get away from the window, Tech,” Hunter all but growled.

“Apologies. The concept that someone could be watching you appeared not to bother you mere minutes ago,” Tech countered, an unusually mischievous tone to his voice that you wouldn’t have noticed if you didn’t know him as well as you did. 

“Tech,” Hunter warned in that special tone he saved just for his little brother. 

“Come on, brown eyes, let them get decent,” was muffled through the com but you recognized Phee’s voice immediately. When she spoke again she sounded closer which you hoped meant she had pulled Tech away. “Oh and don’t worry, we just got here.”

“Wonderful,” you huffed, dropping your head onto the table.

“Goodbye,” Hunter snapped, disconnecting the call with a bit more force than necessary. The silence that followed was tense, Hunter still rigid behind you as you blinked at the lifeless comlink. 

You felt the soft vibration of his laugh against your back first, the sensation growing as the seconds passed until Hunter hid his face against your shoulder. Feeling his amusement only made it harder to contain your own until you both broke. Your combined laughter was breathless and giddy and you leaned into it, savoring the rare moment of unadulterated joy with the man you had grown to love. 

Even if it came about because Tech was an absolute bastard.

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[austinshotbutlers]

Take a hint

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: husband!Hotch making sure he shows his ring while being hit on (requested by my babe @jayxox)

Word count: 690

A/N: I have so many headcanon and blurb requests which I'm so happy to finally be able to get around to answering!! I wanted to start with this one because I'm OBSESSED with this idea.

"Ugh! Look at her..." you huffed as you looked across the police station to where your husband was filling in the lead detective of the case. "She is practically drooling over him."

Emily's eyes followed your eye line to where you were looking and began to laugh.

"It's not funny Em! we've been here for 4 days and she's spent more time with Aaron than I have in our whole marriage!" you exclaimed.

"I think that's a bit of an overreaction Mrs H." Derek laughed from his place at the evidence board with Reid.

"Look! She can't keep her hands off of him!" you said exasperatedly. "Can't she see he's wearing a wedding ring? Not to mention we've walked in together everyday since we've been here."

"Y/N, I wouldn't worry." Emily chuckled. "Hotch isn't going to drop 2 years of marriage away for some detective he's known for 5 minutes."

"I know that! I just can't stand to see someone hitting on him. He's my husband." you frowned which caused the whole team to laugh.

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"Honey?" Aaron's voice came from beside you in the tiny bed you were sharing in the hotel. "Have I done something to upset you? You seem.... mad at me."

The worry in his voice caused instant guilt to settle in your stomach. You weren't annoyed at him, you hated that he thought he had done something. You were just fed up with seeing Detective Cassey flirting with him all day.

You sat up in the bed and looked at him. "No baby... I'm not mad at you..." you paused.

"I feel a but coming..." Aaron replied.

"It's just... Detective Cassey." you pout.

"What about Detective Cassey?" Aaron asked with a confused tone.

"You can't tell me you haven't noticed she's been all over you since we got to Boston!" You say. "You're meant to be the world's best profiler!"

"Honey... are you jealous?" Aaron asked, an amused look on his face.

"This isn't funny! Don't act like you don't get jealous. Remember that police officer in California? You practically had steam blowing from your ears if he even so much as walked past me!"

"Y/N... you're my wife. A detective on a case casually flirting with me is nothing to worry about. I love you and nothing is going to change that." he smiled before placing a soft kiss on your temple.

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Two days later, there was a breakthrough and the case was wrapped up - the killer had been arrested and put behind bars. Aaron was relieved the case was over, he just wanted the two of you to get home and see Jack.

"Agent Hotchner!" called a voice from behind him, he quickly finished his discussion with Dave before turning to face Detective Cassey.

"Thank you again for coming to help us out! It really is appreciated." she smiled brightly, leaning a hand out to lay on his arm.

Aaron began twisting the wedding ring on his finger in the hope she noticed it and took the hint but Detective Cassey just kept her eyes on his face.

"Agent... Aaron, can I call you that?" before Hotch could respond, she carried on. "If you ever found yourself back in Boston or maybe if I am ever in DC, would you want to meet up?" She asked boldy.

Aaron paused before reaching his hand up to run his finger through his hair - this time, Detective Cassey finally noticed the bold silver band that sat snuggly on his ring finger. Her face dropped as she knew she had been given an answer without Aaron even muttering a word.

"Er... yes. Perhaps my wife and I, Agent L/N, could stop for a chat if we ever cross paths again." Aaron replied, ensuring he put emphasis on the 'wife' part.

Detective Cassey stammered. "Um... Er, yes. thank you again." she quickly shook Aaron's hand before walking off to her office.

From that moment on, Aaron made it very clear he was married, the silver wedding band always being on show for people to see and take the hint.

[kamyru]

Return the like (Thomas Rheault x Candy & Jason Mendal x Another Candy) (Shorts)

Author's note: This is inspired by the scene in episode 4 in which Thomas tells everyone that he "stalks" Jason online. And is a reinterpretation of the whole scene, but after an undefined timeskip.

Word counting: 569

"He's married now," the woman told her boyfriend while drying her face with a small towel. She took out a small jar of face cream and applied it in front of the mirror. Now that the water wasn't running, she could hear Thomas' answer.

"There's no way. He is the biggest womanizer I have known. When you told me you knew him, I was sure it was because you used to be one of his girls. He slept with more than half of the city," Thomas commented and came from behind to plant a kiss on the top of the head of his girlfriend. She smiled softly and looked at him through the mirror.

"I saw a wedding band on his ring finger."

"He has always been wearing rings on nearly all the fingers. The man is filthy rich and a poser."

The woman put her hands on the edge of the sink and turned to her boyfriend. She wasn't smiling this time, looking deadly serious in the man's eyes.

"Do you think I can't recognize a wedding band when I see it?"

Thomas laughed and shrugged. He kissed the temple of his girlfriend and left. When the woman finally emerged from the bathroom, he tapped the place on the bed near him, as if they weren't sharing it for a few years already.

"Let's search. I'll show you that I'm right. You are still following his account under that fake nail salon account, right?"

The man didn't answer. It was obvious to everyone in the room that the woman was right. Even after years of leaving Devenementiel and starting work in another field, his stalking habits didn't die. He wasn't using that account as much anymore. If he was more precise, the last time he logged in was when his girlfriend saw it. That's how she found out about his nail salon.

Thomas didn't expect a lot from the Jason-Goldreamz Instagram page. If he remembered right, for a lot of time the guy didn't post any womanizer photos, but it didn't mean anything. It took him some time to find the page through his followers until his girlfriend stopped him at one and pressed it.

"Here it is! You see, I was right."

And sure she was. Jason-Goldreamz's profile picture was a photo from his wedding. Moreover, his last photo was a candid of himself looking lovingly at his wife: the woman who used to work at Devenementiel before his girlfriend took her place. Thomas was so shocked, he didn't understand when he accidentally liked the last photo.

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"Guess what?" a husky voice reverberated through the room to the bathroom. A faint "What?" made the man continue talking. "Your former co-worker liked our last photo together."

At this, the woman stepped out of the bathroom just enough to look at her husband. "Who?"

"The one with a fake nail salon account."

The woman laughed shortly. She went back to the bathroom to rinse her face. When the water stopped running, she took her rightful place near her husband and let her head fall on his chest.

"Like him back. I heard he has a girlfriend now."

Mr. Mendal laughed. Mrs. Mendal laughed too. The light closed, and they cuddled to sleep.

The next morning, Thomas woke up to a notification.

"Love, do you remember ever collaborating with a hair removal salon? They liked our last photo together."