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Valentine’s Day - Penelope Garcia x fem!Reader

AN: Came out of my hiatus to write this because this semester is kicking my ass and it just started, but Penelope deserved a Valentine’s Day fic. As usual, all my writing is with a plus-size reader in mind, but read it however you like!

WC: 714

Penelope Garcia was a ray of sunshine to everyone, to some she was their God-given solace, you however, were lucky enough to call her your wife. You were graced with her presence along with her glittery and bubbly attitude every day of the year. Valentine’s Day was fast approaching, which meant you had a lot to put together in a small time frame. Of course, there was the basic day of stuff, like flowers, trinkets, and chocolates, but you already did that for her everyday just because. You had your work cut out for you, and it was crunch time. 

She deserved the world and you were determined to give it to her. You immediately went to the store to start constructing her gift. When walking into the store, a hot-pink heart shaped basket with cutouts immediately caught your eye. It was the last one on the shelf so you went and grabbed it before retrieving a shopping cart. Beside it you saw some lavender tissue paper, it went into the cart as well. You grabbed some of her favorite chocolates and flowers, and couldn’t help yourself from picking up some for yourself as well. Deciding on the larger gift was more of a hassle, because you didn’t know what to get for the woman that had everything (part of that being your own doing). After that, you found an adorable balloon dog stuffed animal that was hot pink, that Penelope just had to have in your opinion. After loading the cart up with a few (a lot) more things that were definitely necessary for her gift (not at all), you checked out and took it all to the car. 

Once you and your stuff became situated in the car, you saw an old pair of her glasses in your console which gave you an idea. Recently, she had been complaining that her glasses were becoming worn and the prescription was a little out of date, so you decided to get her a substantial gift card to her favorite optical shop. Additionally, a new vacation destination had just been brought to your attention courtesy of TikTok, so you also booked you two a vacation in June to the Jellyfish Lake in Indonesia. After getting through all of the random ideas that your brain came up with immediately after leaving the store, it was time to head home. 

Arriving at your home that night, you could see the lights off everywhere except the kitchen, so you assumed Penelope was either trying some new recipe or was knocked out on the couch after attempting to watch her TV show. The answer was the latter. You attempted to be quiet trekking upstairs to hide the things in the guest room to no avail. Halfway up the stairs, Penelope called for you, and the brightest idea at the time was to place her gifts in the hall closet and retrieve them later. After a large commotion you returned down the stairs to find your wife, in a new pair of glasses? Damn. At least the gift card doesn’t expire. Penelope was so overcome with holiday spirit that she insisted you guys exchange your gifts early (two weeks early aka now). You agreed on the condition that she would give you some time to put the finishing touches on your gift and assemble it. Speed-walking up the stairs, you grabbed your stuff from the hall closet and took it to the guest bedroom. You quickly, but not sloppily, made the basket look straight out of a magazine, with the larger gifts placed around it on the bedspread. You called Penelope up to look at her gifts. When presented with the gifts, Penelope began to tear up at the thoughtfulness in each piece of the gift, which mattered more than the cost. In turn, she got you a white pine bookcase, which reminded you of the plethora of pine trees that you grew up around, as well as a vacation to a beach you used to frequent in childhood. Honestly, Penelope did not need to get you anything because her being there was enough for you. You two just exchanged gifts as an expression of your love, and also you loved seeing the look on her face unwrapping new things. 

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Kinktober Day 1 - Under the Blanket (Regina/Gretchen)

The blonde-haired girl looked around her living room, making sure that all of the blankets and snacks were in their place. Regina had invited the girls over to her house for a Halloween movie night. She glanced down at her phone, seeing that the girls should start arriving at any moment. Hearing a knock, she quickly made her way to the front door. Opening it up, she saw Cady and Karen standing there in their Halloween-themed pajamas. She smiled at the two girls and invited them in, they quickly claimed their spots on the two armchairs, leaving the couch open for Regina and Gretchen. Speaking of Gretchen, Regina heard another knock on the front door and saw the other girl in front of her. Smiling widely, Regina looked Gretchen up and down, the girl was absolutely stunning, granted, she was wearing pink silk pajamas that were covered in bats and moons, but Regina had never seen something more beautiful. Clearing her throat, Regina stepped aside so Gretchen could walk in, following her into the living room, and sitting next to her on the couch. Cady grabbed the remote, searching for a scary movie to put on. She decided on Smile and relaxed into her chair while eating some popcorn. As the movie goes by, a jump scare happens, causing Gretchen to jump and quickly move closer to Regina, hiding her head in her shoulder. Regina chuckles, grabbing the blanket that she had covered her lap up with, passing some of it over to Gretchen, covering both of them up. Soon, Gretchen recovered from the scare and pulled her head out of Regina’s shoulder. Regina smiled down at the girl, placing a hand on her thigh, softly rubbing it with her thumb. Some time passes by before Regina gets bored of the movies and decides to have some fun with Gretchen, considering the fact that this wouldn’t be the first time this has happened. Slowly inching her hand up Gretchen’s thigh, she glances over at the girl, awaiting a reaction. Gretchen looks over at her, raising an eyebrow. Regina takes this as a sign to continue and slides her hand into Gretchen’s shorts and past her thong. Gretchen bites her lip, holding back a moan as Regina’s fingers ran over her clit. Regina smirked as her eyes were completely off the TV, fully on Gretchen now. Regina started paying attention to where Gretchen needed her the most, just like many other times this had happened, normally she would have Gretchen begging to touch her but with the other two girls in the room, it was her job to make sure the girl stays quiet but making it hard for her to. Regina deliberately traced shapes on Gretchen’s clit, knowing just how to drive her wild. Gretchen let a soft moan out before quickly trying to cover it up with a cough, hoping the other girls didn’t hear. Regina’s movements become quicker and harder, wanting to give Gretchen exactly what she wanted. After a few moments, Gretchen’s grip on Regina’s arm tightened as she buried her head in Regina’s shoulder once again. This wasn't the first time this happened, and it surely wouldn’t be the last.

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Under the Blanket - Aaron Hotchner x Reader - Kinktober Day 1

WC: 730

You weren’t exactly sure how you got into this predicament… it was supposed to be an innocent night of watching Halloween movies at your boss's home with the team. You really were more like family than coworkers because of the amount of time you all spent together. Which kind of makes it worse that you were doing what you’re doing right now. As of late, the two of you have been having relations that were better if the team and both of your superiors were not aware of them. It all started on a particularly rough case where you needed some support after. Then your slightly older boss came by your hotel room and proceeded to provide that comfort. And the emotional comfort turned into sexual comfort, and quite frankly, it was the best sex of your life. The difference in age made a big difference here, he basically introduced you to a whole new world of pleasure that you never knew existed, and you, you pushed him to be more adventurous in sexcapades because you only live once and sometimes you can find pleasure in unexpected situations. 

 This is technically Aaron’s fault for inviting the entire team over, you thought it was just you two at first. You were hoping that your first child-free night in a while was going to be more exciting. The first half of the movie, you stayed to yourself, and under your side of the blanket, actually trying to enjoy it, but then you were struck by an ingenious idea. If you quietly had your way with him, the team wouldn’t even know, as long as Hotch could maintain his composure, which should not be a problem for a man as stoic as himself. Towards the midpoint of the film, you scooted over towards your boss-with-benefits feigning being chilly and that he was hogging the blanket. 

Slowly, making an attempt to not be noticed, you slid your hands in the top of his pajama pants. He raised a brow in your direction, but that did not deter you from completing your mission. You began to slowly palm him through his boxers. Aaron looked at you almost pleading, but you were just beginning. Once you got bored, you trailed your hand back up his body to rest on his stomach. Now he was obviously hard and the annoyance was clearly present on his face. You let him sit like that for a few minutes, before returning your hand close to your previous spot. This time, you dipped your hand under the waistband of his boxers and grabbed his dick and wrapped your hand around it. Lazily you began stroking it, gradually picking up speed. Hotch was trying desperately to not make a sound to alert the team of your current situation. He reached down to grab your wrist to aid in your movements. You quickly pulled away and resumed your ministrations on his cock. Once he was reaching his endpoint, you pulled your hand away and placed it into your lap. Instinctively, he whimpered at the loss of contact. The entire team turned their heads toward a very disheveled looking Hotch and a not-so-innocent looking you. 

You immediately put on the most concerned expression you could muster without bursting out in laughter. “Aaron, are you okay? You look a little red.” You moved closer to him and placed your hand on his crimson cheeks. Before he speaks, he clears his throat.

“I’m goo- actually, I need some medication. Y/N do you mind going with me to get some from the kitchen. I’m not sure I have the strength to make it there and back.” You wanted to tell him no, but that made you seem like an asshole, so you got up and walked him to the kitchen. Once crossing the threshold, he grabbed your hips and pressed them into the counter.

“Y/N. You didn’t have to do that to me, especially in front of the team. They definitely know something is up, but at this point I don’t care. Not making any noise was pure torture, and now it’s your turn. You better hope they don’t turn around or they’ll see you bent over the kitchen counter full of your boss's dick. And we wouldn’t want that would we?” He asked in the most condescending tone, and stared down at you darkly. 

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Freudian Slip - Emily Prentiss X Reader (slight former Penelope Garcia x Reader)

A/N: Listen all, my writing is cringe, but idrc because me and my friends like it, and if y’all like it, I love y’all <3<3. Also, this is a WIP that I probably won’t finish because I have no motivation to write smut right now (in kinktober too) smh 

Summary: New to the BAU and FBI in general, you find yourself infatuated with one Emily Prentiss, an older woman who coincidentally happened to be your boss. After she learns of your past experiences with Penelope, Emily becomes ecstatic to finally get what she’s been craving. 

  WC: 1444

Fresh out of the academy, you had by some miracle gotten a job at the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. When you interviewed it was with a crusty old man with no relation because of “internal politics” or something, you weren’t really listening. He seemed to like you, in more ways than one. Too bad you played softball in college, AKA you were uber gay. On your first day, you got to meet with the team and damn… you weren’t aware that a major requirement for the job was to be hot, like model hot. The Unit Chief, Emily Prentiss you think, was the hottest of them all. Besides, everyone knew you had a thing for older women, and they weren’t wrong.

For the rest of the day and well into your first case, Emily, no, Chief Prentiss she told you, monitored you heavily. The other woman Jennifer, had taken almost a maternal role with you, and it seemed to bother Emily slightly, or maybe you were being delusional. Probably that. It felt as though she didn’t trust you or welcome your presence into her team. You were determined to warm up to her no matter what it took, and you were willing to do a lot of things you weren’t exactly proud to admit. Emily… Chief Prentiss didn’t even acknowledge you unless you were making mistakes. You brought her coffee everyday for a week? Something was always wrong with it and she threw it in the garbage. Baked her banana bread? Apparently she was allergic, even though you witnessed her eat one on the previous case. Even when the team would have a group outing and you bought everyone’s drinks, Emily would pay for her own. That’s what confused you the most, you just wanted her to like you, but she seemed to loathe you. You resorted to giving her a myriad of compliments, which she typically didn’t respond to. Recently, you’d begun thinking about Emily outside of work, and the thinking turned into fantasies which typically ended with you on all fours and Emily railing the shit out of you. It also may have involved your not-so-secret mommy kink. Those thoughts plagued your mind, even when you were awake now, every time you looked at your… much older boss, you began replaying those fantasies. After being ignored again, you tried to go back to the compliment route. 

“You look amazing mom-mily…” SHIT. The topic of your most recent sexual fantasies just slipped out of your mouth without a second thought. 

“What did you say, agent?” Emily definitely heard you and had to use every ounce of control she possessed to not blush. 

“Emily. I said Emily.” You proclaim as the tips of your ears burn in embarrassment. 

“Wrong again Agent L/N. For the last time, it’s Unit Chief Prentiss.” She looked at you with fury in her gaze, and as much as you hate to admit it, that slightly turned you on.

Embarrassed now, you mumble an apology and walk to the SUV without another word. As soon as you exited the precinct, the profilers in Emily’s vicinity started howling with laughter. 

Reid was the first to speak up, “And that is what you call a Freudian slip.” Followed by a quick slap on the head with a folder of paperwork from Morgan who also began cracking jokes. 

“Enough you guys. Y/N/N didn’t mean anything by it, maybe it was an accident.” Emily stared daggers at her team from across the table. 

“First of all, Y/N/N? We’re doing nicknames now? Secondly, they did tell me they had a thing for older women. Ask Garcia, they hooked up once.” Everyone’s jaws dropped including Emily’s. Morgan looked as if he had dropped the most obvious information in the world.

Garcia had accompanied the team on this case and had walked in the moment she heard her name, but she was bewildered. “Hooked up with who??” 

“Y/N. That’s who. When were you going to enlighten the rest of us?” Emily inquired, attempting to hide her anger. 

Penelope’s face enlightened with knowing. “Ohhhh, yeah, we were really good friends in college, before I worked here.” Garcia coughed, “It might’ve also happened after, but that’s none of your business.” 

The entire team once again burst into laughter. “WHAT?! I mean… Garcia, that's unprofessional and you need to end it.” Now Emily was the one with linguistic turmoil. She had no response to your utter lack of professionalism and thought that maybe you weren’t as cut out for the job as others thought. She’d have to have a private, disciplinary meeting with you for this. 

Meanwhile, you were sitting in the SUV awaiting whatever punishment Unit Chief Prentiss had concocted for you. You had been waiting an upwards of fifteen minutes and were getting rather bored, so you decided to pull out your phone to doom scroll. A few moments pass, and your attention gets captured by a 5 Minute Crafts-esqe video. You become so enchanted that you tune out anything happening outside the SUV, which causes you to miss the fact that Emily was angrily stomping towards the SUV, and had already entered before you noticed her presence. At the sudden intrusion of your personal space, you gasped. She then snatched your phone out of your hand. 

“Emily… excuse me, Unit Chief Prentiss. What the actual fuck is wrong with you.” You said as calmly as possible with annoyance laced into your tone. You reach for your phone back when she throws it in the back seat. 

All of a sudden she got super serious, and your eyes were trained on her face trying to decipher what was happening, “Y/N we need to talk… about your extreme lack of unprofessionalism.” 

“HUH? I’m gonna need you to explain to me how I’ve been unprofessional on this case. If anyone was unprofessional, it’s you. I’m a new agent and you’re supposed to be my mentor and boss, but you’ve done nothing but demean me ever since we met, and I still put up with it every day. Do you not think I’m tired of it? I can be a bitch, rude, blunt, but unprofessional is not one of them, so you need to take a long look in the mirror because if anyone is at fault for unprofessionalism, it’s you.” You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself before looking to her for a response. 

“I’m sorry Y/N/N, I shouldn't have been treating you like that. And I shouldn’t have been so upset about you hooking up with Penelope. It’s really because I think I have feelings for you and that’s extremely inappropriate on my part and I completely understand if you don’t feel the same way.” She actually just apologized to you, and she looks genuine, you’re not sure how to take it. 

“Well, you're just full of surprises aren’t you?” Well, there goes the vulnerability and rapport from that conversation. “Sorry, I’m not good with feelings, and since we’re being honest here, I’ve fantasized about you for weeks, which is why I’ve been desperate to please you.” 

Emily’s brows shot up at your word choice, but then she was emboldened by the comment Morgan made earlier. “Eager to please huh? We’ll see about that. I have so many things I want to do to you, but we can’t in a federally owned vehicle.” She let out a dark chuckle.

You attempted to hide your giddiness at her words, opting to nod wordlessly and allow her to take you wherever she needed. She sensed the tension that overtook your body at her admission of attraction for you, so she reached over and placed her hand on your thigh to calm you down. “You need to relax sweetheart. I’m not going to bite, unless you ask me to.” With that, you relaxed under her touch and laughed along with her. Emily began the drive to the hotel, the rest of the team in tow. You reached up and turned on the scanner to ensure that even though you were about to have the most amazing sex of your life, you needed to be vigilant about the job you came to do. 

After a short drive, you arrived at the hotel and muted the scanner. “So… where do we go from here?,” you asked nervously. Emily leaned over the console and placed her hand on your cheek lovingly. 

“We can start by going inside… whatever happens after is up to you.” You nod in agreement before getting out of the SUV and going to check in to the hotel. 

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CMThingssss Presents: Masterlist

This is my current masterlist, if I forget to update it, sorry! Also all works are fem!reader and probably implied fat or plus size reader!

18+ only please!

Criminal Minds

Penelope Garcia x Reader

Shiny (WIP)

Wet

Emily Prentiss x Reader

Freudian Slip

Emily Prentiss x Penelope Garcia x Reader

Something New

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Fluffember Bingo Prompt

Under the Blanket - Kinktober Day 1

Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt from @caseket

Topgun: Maverick

Javy 'Coyote' Machado x Reader

Mine?

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Pregnancy Kink

Say Click!

Natasha 'Pheonix' Trace x Reader

Somnophilia

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(Not So) Mean Girls Chapter One

Regina watches as the blonde girl walks past her, catching herself following the girl with her eyes. She had been catching herself watching the girl many times in the past few days. Regina’s eyes snap to Karen as the girl stares at her confused. 

“Regina?” the girl asks and Regina shakes her head.

“What?” she snaps before remembering that she has been trying to be more nice since her accident. “What?” she repeats, a bit more calm this time. 

“You were staring at Cady” is all that Karen says and Regina feels her face heat up a little since she had been caught and Karen giggles at the girl's reaction. 

“What? No, I was not.” Regina attempts to defend herself but sees the look both Karen and Gretchen are giving her. Regina turns her attention back to Cady as she walks over with her lunch tray and sits beside Regina. 

“Hi, Karen, Gretchen, Gina” Cady says, making eye contact with each girl as she says their names, her eyes lingering on Regina’s. 

All three of the girls responded and all started eating their lunch, talking about their days. Regina found herself paying extra attention to Cady when she was talking. Once it was Regina’s turn to talk about her day, she noticed Cady staring at her and she slightly smirked at the girl, making her blush. After Regina tells the girls about her day, she suggests that the girls should come over to her house and spend the night. Of course, the three girls agree and they all part ways and head to class. 

Once classes are over, Regina heads to her Jeep, waiting on Cady. The girls agreed that they would all go home to get some things they would need to stay the night at Regina’s and then head to her house. Cady had not gotten her license yet so Regina was her ride. The blonde girls smile as they see each other. Once Cady was in the car, Regina started driving to Cady’s house. They talk a little on the way to Cady’s house. Once they arrive, Cady heads inside and grabs some things before returning to Regina’s car. Once they arrive at Regina’s house, Regina grabs the three bags from the backseat and shakes her head, smiling as Cady protests. The two girls head inside, Cady greeting Mrs. George with a smile as they head upstairs to Regina’s room. The other two girls had already arrived and were lying on Regina’s bed, scrolling through their phones. 

Karen smiles as she sees the two girls walking in “Regina! Cady!” she says excitedly as she puts her phone down. Cady smiles as she sees the girl's reaction to seeing her and Regina. Regina puts the bags down and joins the other three girls on her bed. The four girls spend the rest of the day watching movies and eating popcorn, just spending time together. After many hours of watching movies and eating dinner with Mrs. George, the girls all decide it's time to shower and get ready to go to sleep. 

Karen and Gretchen grab their bags and each head to one of the bathrooms in the house. This leaves the two blondes lying on Regina’s bed, giggling about a video Cady really wanted to show Regina. After the girls watch the video, Regina catches herself watching Cady as she laughs, smiling at the girl. Cady soon notices the girl looking at her and turns to face her, lying on her side. 

“What?” she asks softly, looking into Regina’s eyes. Regina shakes her head, smiling softly as she looks at Cady. She moves herself closer to the girl, reaching her hand out to place it on her waist. Cady smiles as she looks down at the girl's hand. Both girls begin leaning in slowly as they both glance up and down between each other's eyes and lips. Right as their lips were about to touch, Karen came into Regina’s room, carrying her things from the shower. The girls quickly pull away from each other, Regina groaning as she had built up the confidence to kiss Cady but was interrupted. 

The night goes on with Regina and Cady stealing glances at each other, unknown to the two, both Gretchen and Karen were watching them, Gretchen having to stop Karen from saying anything to the other girls. When it was time to go to sleep, Karen and Gretchen looked at each other before saying that they would sleep on the floor. Regina and Cady look over at each other, smiling softly at the opportunity to sleep in the bed together. Each of the girls lay down in their respective places, Regina and Cady lying down on the bed with some space between them. The only light in the room was the moonlight shining in through the windows. The girls turn on their sides, facing each other. Regina couldn't help but smile as she took in the other girl's features in the moonlight. Soon, just like before, the girls move closer to each other and start leaning in. As soon as their lips touch, Regina swears she felt her chest light afire. What started as a small first kiss soon turned into a passionate make out session. Before she knew it, Cady was on top of Regina and her hands were on her waist. The girls continue to enjoy their first kiss for a few more minutes before breaking away, knowing they shouldn't do much more with the other girls in the room. Cady lays back down beside Regina, both of them smiling like lovestruck idiots. That night, they fall asleep, holding each other for the first time the way they both have wanted to since meeting each other.

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To all the lovely people who still have active Criminal Minds blogs (icons/gifs, fanart, fanfics etc.):

Please be so kind and interact with this post. A lot of the blogs that used to be pretty active in the fandom have moved on from Criminal Minds and I am looking for new people to follow! (If you're a minor please only interact with this post if your blog is 100% sfw)

I'm still here reading and writing fics and reblogging gifs! (You can find my masterlist here.)

I have a lot more stories to tell and thoughts to share about Criminal Minds and would really like to make some new friends here who also refuse to let the fandom die.

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Mine? - Javy 'Coyote' Machado x Fem!Reader

*NOTE - implied nonskinny/fat reader*

CW/Description: Angst, breakup (permanent?), near death, Jake and Natasha being great friends, explicit mention of missiles, crying (so many tears), unrequited love (but not really?), cursing, insecurity and bad emotional decisions, broken hearts, fluff 

WC: 1260

A/N: I was feeling today, sorry!

*Four Years Ago, after TOPGUN graduation*

You and Coyote had a short fling (short meaning two years) while you both were at TOPGUN, his Louisiana accent reminding you of home and pulling you in in minutes. You loved him, but you know what people say, if you love something, you should let it go. Javy didn’t think that way. You had gotten into an argument about your relationship and ending things on good terms. Then your entire life could have changed when Javy exclaimed, “What about I’m in love with you do you not fucking understand?”

Everyone on base knew your insecurities and anxieties, so you exploited them to make him feel better, “All of it. How could you love me? You’re you and I’m this. You shouldn’t love me.” In your mind, you were right, someone like Javy shouldn’t be with someone like you. He deserved more- better, a person who was a good person who was skinnier and looked better, not you. 

The hurt was evident in his expression, but you couldn’t help him. “Y/n just- tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me. Spare me.” 

“Just don’t. I don’t have any feelings for you so I’ll go.” In doing this you broke your own heart, as well as his. Javy asked you to spare him, so that’s exactly what you did. Your world as you had known it for the past two years had ended.  

Tears were forming in your eyes, his as well, neither of you could see the pain stricken face of the other because you were walking away, “Wait-” The door closed behind you with a loud thud, and Javy skipped out on the afterparty that night, as did you, because of a broken heart. 

With tears in your eyes, you replied, “I can’t wait for you to figure out how you feel anymore. I know what I feel, but that doesn’t matter. Goodbye.” You didn’t know anyone around except Natasha, so you ran to her house. She held you as you cried for hours. You don’t know when you got so emotional, maybe your period was about to start, it was late anyway. That was the last time you spoke to him, until you were called back to TOPGUN. They called in the best of the best, so of course Javy would be there. It had been years though, so it really shouldn’t matter, but it did. The second you walked into The Hard Deck, you saw him; he looked as beautiful as ever. Still you wanted to vomit and your throat constricted and dried. Maybe you weren’t over him, if you were honest with yourself, you probably never would be. You spent the entire night avoiding him, even if that meant avoiding the Daggers for both of your sakes. 

It was a rough mission, seeing Javy fucked you up even worse. You shouldn’t be this unfocused and shaken when you’re about to fly the most dangerous mission ever attempted by anyone in the US Navy. And you were chosen to fly it, of course. The anticipation for the mission coupled with the stress of having to fly with Coyote was taking a toll on you. When it finally came time to fly the mission, you were shot down by a SAM missile and had to fight tooth and nail to get back home. You kept clutching the locket near your chest as a reminder of why you had to get home. The last thing you remember was passing out on the beach.

You woke up in medical to Coyote holding your hand, you weren’t hooked up to any machines, and felt fine, it’s probably just because you passed out. He was whispering prayers into his clasped hands, finished with a “I can’t believe I almost lost you” when he realized you were awake. 

Cradling his face in your hands you replied,“You aren’t the only one, but we lost each other a long time ago, Javy.”

“You know I refuse to believe that right? …I still love you.” He looked at you with tenderness present in his expression. 

Your exterior that you perfectly hardened over the years dared not crack at this moment. “Javy. Don’t make me do this again.” You were still hopelessly in love with the man, but couldn’t stand losing another person, so you left first. 

Coyote was desperate for an answer at this point, “Please don’t. I know you don’t mean it. Just tell me you love me too.”

“I can’t do that, Coyote. It was good seeing you” and with tears in your eyes, you walked out the door for the last time. Until he showed up on your doorstep with Jake at his side. “What the hell? I have so many questions right now.”

Instead of Javy speaking, Jake did it for him, “Listen darlin’ I don’t have an issue with you, just the fact that you broke him. Twice, and didn’t really have a reason.”

Jake opens his mouth to speak again, but is interrupted when your daughter comes in screaming from the other room, “Mommy! Who’s at the door? I wanna watch the movie.”

Javy’s jaw fell to the floor, Jake was equally confused, but made his confusion known. “The fuck?”

Before giving an answer to the men outdoors, you turned to your daughter, “Honey, give me just a minute okay?”

“Mom, tell them to either come in or go away” that was definitely your daughter. 

Javy finally mustered up the courage to speak, but could only utter two words, “Is she?” Silently, you shook your head yes. “Why… didn’t you tell me? A call? A text saying ‘hey I’m pregnant with your child’, nothing?”

“Don’t do that. I tried, those messages were better left unsent.” Your anger was building over his very valid questions, because despite everything that told you not to, you still loved him. “And before you start trying to tell me what to do, it’s my life. That was my last mission because the Navy knows… and it was too much. I have too much to lose, I can’t go around acting like a child when I have to take care of my daughter.”

Javy sensed your anger and was now angry too, “Our daughter. She’s our daughter and you had no right.”

“You want to do this right now… I didn’t tell you because the one thing you wanted in life was to be a pilot, and I couldn’t take that from you, even after I broke your heart.” You finally let out the breath you were holding and dropped your head in your hands. 

“Angel, you were right, but I want you to know I wouldn’t have resented it if you took that from me because you’ve given me something much more valuable.” He made two large steps towards you and engulfed you into a hug. Tears began streaming down your face, and you couldn’t stop them. Javy grabbed your head and pulled it closer into his chest, “shh baby, it’s okay, I’m here now, and I’m not leaving, ever. I promise… Can I see her?”

You pulled away and wiped your eyes, “Of course you can Javy, she’s your daughter too.” You led him into the house with his hand on the small of your back, Jake retreated to the truck, he thought it was best. Immediately interested in your presence, your daughter ran to the front door. 

Seeing the tears in your eyes and then getting distracted she exclaimed, “Mommy, are you okay… Daddy?”

Now Coyote was crying, and his voice was broken, “You told her about me?”

You beamed and replied, “Of course I did Javy.”

A/N: Surprise shawty! Anyways, that man is fineeeee and I somehow read through all of the fics that exist, so I'm making my own. Please excuse this posting schedule (I had 2 finals on a Saturday).

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Say Click! - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin X Plus size!Reader

CW: SMUTTTT, porn, fucking on camera, oral (f receiving), p in v, cursing, insecurity from everyone

WC: 2.6k

Ever since you turned 18, you entertained the idea of becoming a porn star. Unfortunately, college and a career had to come first. But, it would be easy money to you, and you’d filmed yourself before, but that footage was private. Instead of monetary benefits, you were able to feel good in your skin for a little while afterwards and every time you watched it. Until you decided to allow Jake to look through your phone. Everyone knows Snapchat is for hoeing, but it also happened to allow extra space for photos, so it made no difference to you. There was a recent barbeque with all of the Daggers in attendance and Jake wanted to look through the group photos and send some of them to himself. He swiped a little too far and found your extra curricular activity. As cocky as the man was, he turned bright red and looked like he’d never seen a naked woman before. Jake had a dilemma on his hands, stop watching it and respect your privacy or keep watching and scrolling. As respectful as he was, Hangman was more entranced in your body and what you were doing with it. When you questioned why he had your phone for so long, he just answered that he was trying to find out which photos he looked best in, even though he looked amazing in all of them. Considering Jake’s personality and penchant for only caring about himself, you believed him and walked away to continue your conversation with Natasha. Y’all just met when you joined the squad, and although you were later than everyone else, you were a favorite among many in the group. You could sit and talk to Phoenix for hours about anything, you were closest with her, and that’s what you did; caught up on girl talk, life events, and plans for after the deployment. You might have even planned to go on a cruise with her. A couple hours had passed and you hadn’t seen Jake or your phone… weird. Ready to leave and pass out on your bed at home until the next day, you needed to find your phone, and Seresin. It was weird for him to remove himself from the center of attention for this long. After lapping the bar for what felt like fifty times, you found him sitting in a corner. 

“Hey Jake? You forgot to give me my phone back honey.” You had a soft spot for Jake because he seemed like a cocky asshole, but really he just needed someone to show him kindness, which is what you did. By doing this, Hangman had inadvertently fallen in love with you. He smiled up at you before handing your cellular device back. Upon further inspection of his face, you came to the conclusion he looked sick. You didn’t know it at the time, but the sickness was guilt and your kindness made it worse. Hangman felt like he was going to explode. “You look sick… are you feeling okay?” He wanted to puke, but not from the alcohol. Trying to put on a brave face, Jake replied that he was fine and you didn’t need to worry. “You look like you want to puke, you sure you’re okay?” A few seconds pass, “Okay, I’ve made the executive decision for you to come home with me until you feel better.” This became something you were known for among the Daggers, taking them home with you to nurse them back to health. So far, you've done it to Phoenix & Bob, Payback, and Coyote. It all stemmed from the time Phoenix and Bob got food poisoning and you had them stay over with you until they felt better. A couple weeks later, they had brought Payback over with a mysterious illness, and he was better after a few days. This was just a normal practice for you now, and you thought nothing of it. You grabbed Jake’s arm and headed towards the car after some quick goodbyes with the squad. After ignoring his protests, you somehow managed to wrestle him into the passenger seat.

“Y/N, I don’t need to be babied. I’m fine. Promise,” He was seriously trying to convince you nothing was wrong when he looked that rough? Nope. You nodded your head and pretended to agree before handing him a cold pack you keep in your vehicle for this exact purpose. “I’m a grown man, Y/N/N. I can handle myself.” You wished he could handle his whining.

“Listen, I know, but sometimes you need someone to take care of you and that’s what I’m here for.” You looked into his sparkling orbs while awaiting a response. Jake broke eye contact before he spoke. 

“Why? Like, I understand Phoenix and Baby On Board, they’re your friends, but me? I’m not anyone’s friend. That’s why they call me Hangman, I’ll hang anyone out to dry, you don’t seem to care though. You saw the pictures from the barbeque, I’m only in them because of you. And I’ve never gone out of my way to be nice to you, the opposite has occurred actually, so why are you so nice to me?” After his rant, Hangman looked devoid of breath and all emotions while sitting in your passenger seat. Your never ending kindness just made him feel worse for what he had done. 

“Oh honey, don’t discount yourself based on what other people say and do, that way of living makes you miserable. Because you’re not Hangman to me, you’re just Jake. I separate the work from the people. There really isn’t a reason why I take care of y’all when you’re sick, it’s just something I like to do because I know any of you would have my back the second I called. Don’t worry about it.” You desperately wanted to reach out and hold him, but that might’ve crossed a line, so you instead laid your palm face up on the center console to grab if he wanted to. Almost instantly, Jake reached for your hand and clutched it in his. The real reason you cared for Hangman was because you saw him for who he really was. Someone who needed attention and a little kindness, but hid it with narcissism and bravado. You’d never tell him that though. The rest of the drive was made in silence, besides the low tones of the radio and the sounds of the wind in the background. Making a stop at your favorite pizza place, you left the car on and quickly ran in to retrieve your to-go order. Finally, you arrived at your home and led Jake inside where you went to grab plates and some lemonade. “Sit. Go on, I just have to run to the kitchen and grab a few things.” 

Before you could leave to the kitchen, he uttered out, “Y/N. We need to talk. I did something I’m not exactly proud of and I need to man up and take credit for it.” He seemed nervous, fidgeting with the button on his jeans and bouncing his leg. In an attempt to calm him down, you placed a hand on his knee to stop the bouncing. 

“Okay, you have my full attention, but I need you to calm down first. Take some deep breaths, actually, we can take them together.” After you led him in a few deep breaths, there were a few moments of silence that preluded his confession. 

“I want to start off by saying that our friendship means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me...well, I saw you in a compromising position when I was looking through your phone earlier… and instead of looking away, I kept swiping and watching more.” You couldn’t help bursting out into a fit of giggles at his confession. 

“You’re freaking out because you saw my porn?” you paused to continue your laughter, having to wipe tears from your eyes. “Shit, I’m sorry. It’s funny how tore up you were about it when it was my bad. I forgot to move it to My Eyes Only. No worries.” Jake was stunned, he just admitted to watching your self made porn videos, and instead of being angry you laughed. This didn’t help the guilt still festering in his chest. “It must’ve been really good because you’ve never left the bar with a woman that looks like me before. So I’m surprised that you even watched one of them.”

“Don’t do that. Hit me, scream at me, give me a talking to like I’m a child, just don’t do that. I need to do something to make it up to you.” He’s really too good for his own good. “And by the way, you’re totally my type. I haven’t brought any women home from the bar or anywhere for that matter because they aren’t you.” Jake brought his hand up to your face to cup your cheek.

“Oh, I get it now. You aren’t actually sorry, you just feel guilty. I mean… nevermind.” The anticipation was killing him.

“Tell me, I said anything.” Your mouth twisted into a smirk at his words. 

“Well… if you’re really sure, you can help me make another one.” Jake looked at you with wide eyes and mouth agape. “You can do it right? I recall you saying something about the ladies being very interested in how hung Hangman was, and I’m intrigued.” Before you could say anything else, Jake picked you up. “Jake put me down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Darlin’, what do you think I lift all those weights for? These muscles aren’t just for show. Now, hush talking bad about yourself and point me in the direction of the bedroom.” You gave up your protests because they were falling on deaf ears. Silently, you pointed him to the bedroom. After he entered you apologized for the mess when he placed you onto the bed. “Don’t apologize sweetheart, you do that too much at work anyway. I’m telling you you’re too nice.”

“Listen. I’m nice because there’s too much darkness in this world, and I brighten it one person at a time.” That was an excuse, because you truly didn’t know why you were so nice, you just were. It didn’t mean you let people disrespect and run over you. The nature of your person depended on your kindness. Maybe because of the movie you saw where the fat girl was told she couldn’t be fat and a bitch. You were pulled out of your thoughts by Jake placing a kiss on your stomach. 

“Y/N? You with me honey?” You nodded yes to confirm. “You look like you spaced out for a sec. Can I take these off?” he said while gesturing to both of your clothes. Not saying anything, you removed your top and pants, remaining in your undergarments. “Goddamn… sorry, you just look so…”

Worried he was judging you and your body, you distracted him, “You can take yours off. By the way, we don’t have to record if you don’t want to. I just want you to be comfortable, and that’s part of the reason I haven’t set the phone up yet.” Although Jake was confident, you understood that everyone had body issues and confidence problems.

“Darlin’ I’m down for whatever you want. I’m fine with recording because I want you to remember the first time we made love,” following the statement he coughed loudly to cover up the end. “Sorry, like I was saying, I want you to remember the best sex of your life so of course we can record it.”

“Don’t give me that bravado Seresin. The jury’s out on that right now.” You finally set your phone up on your tripod to a good angle and started the film, then returned to your seat at the edge of the bed. “So what now? I’ve done this plenty of times alone, but never with anyone else and I don’t know what you’re into.”

“You.” You cocked your head at him, but ultimately decided to dismiss the statement. Jake situated himself to where you were straddling his lap and his mouth was right by your ear. “I forgot to ask, but can I kiss you?” You shook your head yes and waited on him to make a move. Jake slowly moved away and then brought your lips to his. Your lips moved in sync like the two of you had been together for years, there was no awkwardness to it. Jake moved you off of his lap and laid you back on the bed. He sat back towards his heels and looked down at you. Normally, this would make you uncomfortable, but you felt validated under his gaze, regardless of how terrible of a person he was supposed to be. After a few moments of admiring your body, he placed his body on top of yours and started placing kisses down the expanse of your shoulders and chest. He acted like he was avoiding your boobs, they were still clothed, there wasn’t much damage to be done. So you lightly pushed his face into them.

“Jake, you don’t have to be scared of my boobs, we’re about to fuck.” You both laughed at the sentiment. He ignored your diss and continued to kiss down your body, paying special attention to the stretch marks around your navel. Before continuing any further, he reached up and began palming your breasts. Not distracting himself from his earlier objective, he looked up at you for confirmation before hooking his fingers under the band of your underwear to slide them down your thighs and onto the floor. You relaxed into the bed as he licked a stripe up your pussy. He continued pleasuring you with his tongue before adding a finger into your tight heat. Once he began pumping it in and out of you, you were yearning for more. Jake sensed this and added another finger. As he increased the speed of his fingers going in and out of you, your moans increased in volume. “I don’t want my neighbors to hate me. One second.” Ever considerate, you put a pillow over your face, before Jake promptly removed it.

“Fuck ‘em. Let me hear you darlin’.” He resumed his earlier motions and started making tight circles on your clit with his fingers. Your moans somehow got louder, you felt like the entire block could hear you. Sensing and hating your insecurity, Jake began swallowing your moans in a kiss. Right as you were about to cum, he pulled his fingers out of you, “You ready to take all of me?” 

With a rasp in your voice, you replied, “Yeah, I can take it.” Jake pulled his boxers down and threw them off to the side. Shit. You handed him a condom out of the nightstand and put it on his dick. He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in slowly. It was a stretch, but quickly turned pleasurable. “Jake, more.” He quickly obliged and began slamming into you at a speed paralleled with the F-18s he flew for a living. Already sensitive from the orgasm you almost had, you were quickly nearing your peak again. Ever perceptive, Jake moved one of his hands back down onto your clit. “I’m almost there,” your back was arched and your hands fisting the sheets. 

“Cum for me sweets.” So you did, and Jake followed soon after emptying his spend in the condom. He slowly pulled out and went to turn the camera off before cleaning the two of you up. “Wanna watch it? After I clean us up, of course.” You agreed, and you and Jake spent the next few hours critiquing the original tape and coming up with ideas for the next one.

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Wet - Penelope Garcia X Fem!reader

CW: Shower sex, SMUT, pwp-ish

WC: 880

It was the middle of summer in Virginia, and it was predicted to be one of the hottest summers on record. When you arrived home from work one day, you stepped into your home and it felt like it was 100 degrees. If this was what hell was like, you needed to be a slightly better person. The technician said you needed a completely new unit installed, which would take around two weeks to install and wire. While your A/C was getting fixed, your best friend and confidant Penelope let you stay at her place. Well, you confided in her about everything except for the fact that you were harboring a massive crush on her. Luckily, the second you mentioned getting a hotel, Penelope basically forced you to stay at her place. You weren’t sure if you could stand living with her for two weeks without making a fool of yourself or exposing your crush. Sucking up your pride, you packed enough in the car and traveled to your new home for the next two weeks. The second you arrived, Penelope came running out of the house and pulled you into a hug… where her boobs were closer to your face than appropriate for people who were “just friends”. It was your fault though, she didn’t think of you that way, so there was no need to see something where there wasn’t anything, now. There wasn’t anything now. Once, a couple years ago on your birthday, the two of you hooked up. And then you did it again on her birthday. Whoops. To be fair, she was a temptress and you failed to resist her charm each time. You were brought out of your daydream to her snapping in your face and staring at you. “Huh?”

“Y/N. Did you hear anything I was saying?” She looked pissed, you wondered how long you were daydreaming for. It’s okay though because she was hot when she was pissed. No. Don’t go there.

“I’m really sorry Pen, I got lost in my thoughts.” Penelope just frowned and allowed you to follow her into the house. As soon as the door slammed, you decided to apologize again. “Pen, I really am sorry, I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” Right as you were about to get on your knees and grovel, she forgave you with a kiss on your cheek. “I don’t have a guest room, so you can just sleep with me! We’ve done it before and it’s no big deal.” Your throat dried up. Having to quickly avoid sleeping in the same bed with her for two weeks, you quickly replied with an offer to sleep on the couch. Of course, she promptly denied the offer and pulled you into the bedroom with her. 

“I’m exhausted. Do you mind if I take a shower first?” Penelope shook her head no and you began to gather your shower stuff. Unbeknownst to you, this would change your relationship with Penelope forever. As into Penelope you were, she was more into you, and she really didn’t hide it. I flirt with her all the time, and I put my boobs in her face, what more can a girl do? This is when her idea came to fruition. You were taking a shower, she wanted to watch, so that’s what she was going to do. You entered the shower and decided you were going to take a while. The stress and exhaustion could be finished if you could. Was it the best idea to masturbate in your best friend's shower while she’s right outside? No, it’s not. You propped one leg on the built-in bench in the shower and slipped two fingers inside yourself. Furiously pumping, you brought your other fingers down to your clit and began rubbing tight circles. Right when you were about to finish, Penelope entered the bathroom. You stared at her like a deer in headlights while she had a knowing smirk on her face. As she walked closer, you started slipping your fingers out of yourself. She arrived before you could and shoved them back in there. You let out a moan from the force she put on you. “Penny, um… I don’t know what to say.” 

“Don’t worry baby. I can help. Just let me get undressed.” She got undressed as quickly as possible and jumped in her spacious shower with you. Penelope encouraged you to sit on the bench as she lowered herself to her knees. Instinctually, you went to close your legs, but she placed her shoulders between them before you could. Garcia looked up at you for a sign before she began her task, you answered with a nod. She dove into your pussy with her tongue. 

“Shit. Fuck. Penelope, don’t stop.” Once she sped up and added her fingers into the mix, you were a goner. After a few minutes of her eating you out like you were the last meal she was going to have, you came all over her face. “I love you Penelope Garcia. And I’m not just saying that because you made me cum.” 

“I love you too idiot, I thought it was obvious.” You two shared a loving kiss and finished the shower.

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Hello?? This is the best idea ever! Do you mind if I write it as a part of kinkmas? (You can totally say no, no worries!! 🫶🫶) If so, is there anything specific you would like included, or excluded?

Imagine Hangman offering to help you...

Imagine Hangman offering to help you deal with your frustration, not expecting you would agree, even less so that it would become a regular thing and least of all that he would start to catch feelings...