#A Dangerous Game

[yourlocaldilemma]

and if I had you,

I wouldn’t even need a blue sky anymore

because i could just look into your eyes

t.h

[semina-art]

Sketches for A Dangerous Game (@cybrid) cover I'm translating it to Russian. One of the best Tomarry fics I've ever read.

[chaoticpuff17]

When the Chips are Down

part 27

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Y/N couldn’t say that she was a big fan of weddings. She hadn’t been too a large number of them, but even counting her own horrible day, this was the worst wedding she had ever been to.

Iyla, for her part, took the ordeal like a champion. She marched down the aisle on Namjoon’s arm with all the grace of a queen and all the wrath broiling within both of them shining in her eyes. While Y/N had spent her own wedding in a haze, Iyla seemed all too aware of what was happening to her. She completed each part of the ceremony with contempt. Each time she was asked to do something, she would pause for an uncomfortably long moment before she would comply, a stubborn tilt to her head and a mocking glint in her eye as though she was daring Hoseok to do something.

Unlike her sister, Iyla still held the belief that there was an escape from the hellscape they had found themselves in. She hadn’t yet been beaten into submission with the knowledge that there was no leaving. Anything that Namjoon and his brothers wanted, they got. This applied to all areas of their lives both in business and in personal matters. Their chosen mates got very little say in any of it, and weddings, from what Y/N could tell, were simply an announcement to the world that they had gotten their way. They were a public claim on their partners, not that any of the boys needed a public claim. Simply the whisper of one of the big bosses having taken a partner would give the woman in question a certain level of respect and protection. No one in the organization wanted to upset the higher ups by disrespecting their wives.

The wedding made things official though. It was a legal binding that many of the boys seemed to crave. You could always leave a partner if the relationship was bad. Marriages were harder to end though. Even if any of the girls ran and managed to stay gone there would always be a legal tie to the boys that couldn’t be undone without revealing their whereabouts. It was a catch twenty two.

The final bows were soon made, and Hoseok and Iyla were announced as a married couple to everyone assembled. It was a traditionally Korean ceremony for the most part, but the plans for a reception afterwards were much more Western in origin. While it wasn’t typical, Y/N’s working theory was that Namjoon and the boys liked to show off. A reception was an excellent way to get caught up with business associates, make connections, and generally boast to the world about their chosen wife. Namjoon had chosen to do much the same thing at their own wedding.

A pang went through her heart as she stood, ready to follow the newly weds to the reception area. Her own reception had been one of the last times that she had seen Jackson alive and well, and she’d been so blind with betrayal and hurt that she hadn’t even talked to him.

It was in these thoughts that she was caught up when the first sound of a shot was heard. She had barely even had time to register it before she was being shoved to the ground, Nara clutched tightly to her chest and Namjoon’s body hovering over the both of them as a shield.

His eyes were wild as he looked at her, scanning her and their daughter for any injuries. “Are you alright?” The words came out in a rush almost as though he was panicked, but Namjoon was so very rarely panicked. He was the leader for a reason. Situations like this weren’t meant to faze him. “Is Nara alright?”

Y/N nodded, stumbling over her words as she let him know that they were both alright. They might have been a little jostled and possibly bruised from the force with which he’d taken them all to the ground, but they were for the most part alright.

“Taehyun!” Namjoon roared, calling out for her bodyguard. “Get them out of here!”

“Wait!” Y/N looked around desperately as Namjoon helped her to her feet. “Where is Iyla? Is Iyla okay?”

“Taehyun is going to take you and Nara to safety.” Namjoon assured her, brushing the hairs away from her face that had been knocked loose when he’d taken them all to the ground. “You’re going to be just fine.”

“What about Iyla?”

He quickly pressed a kiss to forehead and did the same for Nara as well before pushing her into Taehyun’s arms. “If anything happens to them, I will gut you.” Namjoon promised, his tone low and dripping with venom.

“I’ll protect them with my life, sir.”

“What about Iyla!” she cried, as Taehyun began to drag her away, his grip unyielding on her arm as he led them out.

“Keep your head low, buin.” he ordered gently. “Cover Ms. Nara’s head as well.”

Despite her protests, Y/N kept her head low as instructed, and Nara, who was by this point screaming her poor little head off, was tucked into her chest with her head shielded. Taehyun had moved from dragging her by the arm to ushering her forward with his own body half covering hers as they moved. When Kim Namjoon had given the order to protect his family at all costs. He had meant it, even if it came at the price of bodily harm to Taehyun.

Part of Y/N was selfishly grateful for Taehyun’s protection. There were bullets flying across the venue, both from BTS and whoever had decided to crash the event. People were running in every direction, and screams filled the air as everyone tried to find cover.

Y/N tried not to look at the carnage of what had once been a beautiful venue as they went past. Her focus had to be on her baby and getting her to safety. She’d get Iyla too if she could, but she didn’t think that Taehyun would let her go searching, and her first priority had to be Nara. Nara had to get out of this mess before she could truly worry about anyone else.

It wasn’t the first shoot out she’d been in. Marcus hadn’t always been careful about where he brought her and when. Her safety had never been a primary concern for him. She’d taken precautions after that not to accompany Marcus to any parties she deemed particularly sketchy. Her second shootout had been over a year ago when she’d been running for her life in an attempt to escape the estate, her first escape attempt. They hadn’t been aiming for her though. That had been made abundantly clear. So she wasn’t a stranger to shoot outs, she’d just never been in the middle of one before.

“Where are we even going?” Y/N asked, her words coming out as more of a pant.

“To the cars, buin.” Taehyung answered, voice low and not nearly as out of breath as her own was. “Sajangnim ordered me to get you to safety. Once we get to the cars, I’ll see you and Ms. Nar-”

The first thing that Y/N registered was the stinging pain in her arm, almost like a bad carpet burn. She’d had many of those as a child when she and Iyla hadn’t been careful in their playing, and she’d tripped and gone skidding across the floor in their childhood home.

The next thing she registered was Taehyun’s voice had gone abruptly and completely silent, his sentence left unfinished. She didn’t have time to question this change as his form which had been a shelter from the maelstrom around them became a dead weight dragging her and Nara to the ground once more.

Y/N cursed under her breath, checking to see if Nara was okay before glancing over at Taehyun to check and see if he was okay and promptly wishing she hadn’t, her stomach turning.

A pool of deep red was seeping towards her with nauseating speed from the figure next to her. For the most part, he looked as though he’d just tripped much the same as she had. It was once you looked past the shoulders that the damage became apparent. There wasn’t much left of Taehyun after that point to recognize as Taehyun any more. The bullet had torn straight through his skull, destroying all of his recognizable features.

Y/N choked back a sob, scrambling back in an attempt to get away from the carnage though she quickly found herself ducking down to avoid a shot going off far too close for comfort.

Nara continued to scream in her arms, her little wails cutting through the air and making the both of them an all too obvious target for anyone who was looking to get revenge on Namjoon.

“It’s okay, baby.” she shushed, gently bouncing Nara in her arms. “Momma’s going to get us out of here.”

Y/N placed a quick kiss to the top of her baby’s head and began to crawl back over to Taehyun’s body.

He was one of Namjoon’s men. He had to have some sort of weapon on him. Y/N highly doubted that any of Namjoon’s men went anywhere unarmed, at least not foot soldiers like Taehyun had been.

With some rummaging, Y/N was able to find a gun stashed in a shoulder harness. It was a little bigger than anything that Y/N had shot before, but it would have to do given the circumstances, and Y/N wasn’t about to turn away anything that could help keep her and Nara safe. She wasn’t entirely sure how she was going to shoot and hold Nara, but she had something on hand to protect them if worse came to worse, and that made the situation marginally better.

Y/N got up, careful to keep her body as low to the ground as she could as she moved through the carnage. Keep low and move quickly, that was the only thought in her head as she picked her way out of the wedding hall. She couldn’t get to the cars. It wasn’t safe. She didn’t know who was out there and who they worked for. She didn’t know who half of Namjoon’s men were, and she didn’t doubt that the ones she did know were preoccupied with keeping their own wives safe as well as putting an end to the chaos that had ruined the wedding. If she asked for help, she was as likely to ask someone who was responsible for the chaos as she was to pick someone who worked for Namjoon. Along with those two factions were also visiting families and business acquaintances, and there was no telling who of those would help her if she asked and who would slit her throat given the opportunity. She was on her own.

Once she was out of the main hall, there was more room too maneuver and more options of where to go.

Frantically, she looked around, trying to find somewhere to go. What she needed was a place to hide, somewhere secluded and somewhere where she could hopefully form a barricade to keep others from getting in. She found her answer in the form of a supply closet tucked away from the main hall.

Briskly, Y/N made her way towards the door, keeping a careful eye on her surroundings as she did.

“Y/N!” an achingly familiar voice called causing her head to snap in the direction it had come from. Mark was rushing towards her, looking disheveled in his suit as he sprinted across the hall foyer. “Y/N, are you alright?” He rushed to ask, quickly scanning her for any injuries. “Is Nara alright?”

“What are you doing here?” She asked, out of breath as she took in the sight of him.

“We have to go.” He urged, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the exit. “They’re going to be looking for you soon.”

“How are you here?”

He smiled, the expression rakish and exasperated at the same time. “I promise to explain everything later, but we have to hurry right now.”

“Where’s Iyla? Did you get Iyla out?” She asked, scanning the room for any sign of her sister as Mark pulled her towards the exit.

“Iyla?” He questioned, brow furrowed. “I don’t have Iyla. We barely had time to get you out. This whole operation has been a mess.”

Y/N stopped dead in her tracks, his words playing through her mind. “This was you? You did this?” She asked, hoping against hope that it was a lie. “You shot at my baby sister? You shot at my baby?”

“Y/N, we don’t have time for this right now.” He tried to tug her forward again, but she wouldn’t go. “Y/N, please.”

She wanted to believe that Mark wouldn’t put Nara or Iyla in danger for some hair-brained scheme, but looking at him now, how frantic he seemed- how desperate to get her out of there, she knew that he had. “How could you?”

“Y/N, we have to go.”

Shots went off around them as she remained immobile, Mark pleading with her to keep going, to leave with him, but she couldn’t move. She couldn’t bring herself to leave with him knowing what would happen to Iyla if she left her behind. Namjoon had made the consequences very clear if she should ever try to leave him again. If she was going to escape it had to be with Iyla.

“Let go, Mark.” she ordered, shaking her arm out of his grip. “You need to leave.”

“Y/N, you can’t be serious.” Mark cursed under his breath, pushing them both to the floor as someone fired a gun in their direction. “We have to go now!”

Y/N pushed herself and Nara up from the floor, aiming the gun shakily at Mark as she did, tears pooling in her eyes.

He stared at her incredulously. “Y/N, be reasonable. We won’t get this chance again. Lee won’t agree to help me again.”

“Go.” she ordered, her voice just as tremulous as the rest of her.

“Y/N…”

“I swear to God, Mark, I will shoot you if you don’t leave.”

“You can’t stay with him.”

She shook her head, the tears starting to fall. “I can’t leave knowing what he’ll do to my sister if I do.”

“We’ll get her out another time.” He pleaded, standing up as she rose as well, Nara clutched tight to her chest, her little face red as she shook with little hiccuping sobs. “We have to go now.”

“You have to leave before he catches you.” She kept the gun trained at his chest. “He won’t let you go a second time.” Mark didn’t move. “You have jeopardized everything.” she hissed, the possibilities running rampant through her mind. Namjoon would not be kind if he found Mark here, and considering his actions, she wasn’t feeling too charitable towards him herself.

“Y/N, I’m trying to help you.”

“You shot at my daughter! You shot at my baby sister!” Her eyes scanned his features looking for a shred of remorse. She found none.

“You need to leave.” she hissed, but Mark didn’t move. “Leave!” she screamed.

He still didn’t move. Y/N lowered the gun, aiming at his foot as she fired, and Mark jumped back, letting loose a string of expletives as he did.

“I don’t want to shoot you, Mark,” she began, raising the gun to his chest once more. “but I will if I have to.”

He took a step forward, reaching for her, and Y/N was quick to aim a shot at his leg. The bullet grazed his calf, missing its mark. She was no good at aiming with only one hand, and it didn’t help that she was shaking like a leaf.

“Go!” she urged. “Go before he finds out this was you.”

Without a backwards glance at him, Y/N turned on her heel and took off into the foyer. It was almost as chaotic in entry now as the main hall had been, the fighting spilling out as people ran. her aim was to get to the supply closet she had seen earlier. It wouldn’t be much for cover, but it would be something so long as she was lucky enough to make it there without getting herself shot in the process.

With some difficulty, Y/N was able to make it to the closet. The door had mercifully been left unlocked, giving her access to the small room. It had just enough space for her to crouch on the floor with Nara half hidden behind some packages of toilet paper and paper towels. It wasn’t much, but she was more than grateful for it.

The supply closet only had one entrance for her to guard. If anyone tried to open the door, she had a direct line of sight and therefore fire to defend herself and Nara.

Hiding in the dark room did nothing to settle her frayed nerves. Every sound coming from outside her sanctuary set her on edge though Nara had thankfully settled down. As much as she loved her child, having her screaming while they were attempting to hide would have been counterproductive, and the sound would have worn on her already ragged nerves.

She didn’t know how long they stayed there crouched in the dark. It could have been hours or it could have been minutes. She had no way of telling the time, and her own anxiety made her an unreliable judge of exactly how long they’d been there, but it felt like an eternity.

Even when the noise from outside had died down, Y/N refused to leave her hiding place. She had no way of knowing who had come out on top of the chaos outside, and without that knowledge she was not willing to put herself or Nara in any more danger than necessary.

Her legs ached from her cramped position as did her arms from holding Nara for so long, but she stayed still, waiting for a sign that it was safe to leave, her mind reeling from the events of the day. Her grip remained tight on the gun she’d swiped off Taehyun’s body ready to shoot should someone try to open the door even if her hands were shaking. She’d already shot at someone today, and she didn’t particularly want to shoot at anyone else, but she would if she had to.

Part of her couldn’t believe that she’d shot at Mark. She couldn’t believe that she’d let the opportunity to escape pass her by. She could have taken Nara and ran. She could have had a shot at freedom, but she hadn’t taken it. She’d made a choice that she had never even considered as a real possibility. She’d chosen to stay with Namjoon of her own volition.

Of course there were other factors. She knew what Namjoon would do to Iyla if she’d chosen to go. She also knew that Namjoon never would have stopped searching for her if she’d managed to slip away, and that was a big if. She doubted they would have gotten very far before Namjoon would have found them. Taking their daughter and running, while it sounded nice in theory, would have unleashed an almost unholy fury within her husband. He was already slightly insane when it came to her. She could only imagine the lengths he would go to to get Nara back if she were ever to go missing and the consequences she would face if she had a hand in it.

Y/N was shaken out of her thoughts as the door to her sanctuary was ripped open. Without even thinking, she lifted the gun and fired in the direction of the entry. Nara woke with a start at the sound, starting to cry as she did.

“Fuck!” the intruder cursed, jumping back as her bullet barely missed him, embedding itself into the door frame. “Hyung!” he called, stepping away from the door and keeping an eye on her as he shouted over his shoulder. “Hyung, I found her!”

She stared at the man in the doorway, heart racing and her hands shaking so much that she was afraid she would drop the gun.

She didn’t have a chance to fire at him again as the man in the doorway was unceremoniously shoved aside to reveal a new figure.

She fired again, just barely missing him and embedding a bullet into the other side of the door frame eliciting another stream of curses from both men standing at the door.

Before she could try to steady her hand enough to fire again, the weapon was ripped from her hand and tossed out of the small space.

“No!” she screamed, kicking at the man trying to drag her and Nara out of their sanctuary.

“Jagi! Jagiya, it’s me!” her assailant cooed, wrapping a hand around her wrist to keep her blows from landing. “It’s me.” he said again, keeping his voice low and even. “You’re safe now. You’re both safe.”

Slowly Y/N began to register who was in the closet with her. “Namjoon?”

“It’s me, jagi. It’s me.” He hushed, smoothing away the mess her hair had become during the chaos of the day. “It’s me.”

Namjoon was unceremoniously knocked back as Y/N threw herself into his arms, her free arm wrapped tightly around his neck as she clung to him, sobs wracking her frame as the stress of the whole situation came crashing down on her with the reassurance that they was safe and keeping Nara from harm was no longer her responsibility alone. No one was going to hurt them. Namjoon would make sure of that.

Namjoon wrapped his arms tightly around her, careful not to crush Nara between them as he held them both.

“You’re alright, jagiya. You did so well. You’re safe now.” he murmured into her hair. “It’s all okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.” she shuddered against him, her whole body shaking as the adrenaline left her system. “Jungkook, have them bring the car around.”

“On it, hyung.” Jungkook quickly scampered away leaving the couple in peace.

“Okay, jagi.” Namjoon began, gently trying to shift Y/N away from him slightly, but she clung on, gripping the back of his suit jacket. “I’m not going anywhere.” He reassured her, gently stroking a hand down her back. “I’m just going to take Nara and hand her to Soobin. He’s going to take her to the car while I take you there. Okay, jagiya?” Y/N didn’t move, clutching Nara closer as the infant continued to cry. “You did so good, jagi. You did so good, but you don’t have to hold on anymore. I’ve got you.” Y/N choked back sob. “I’ve got you.”

Y/N slowly released her grip, slipping back and giving Namjoon room to take Nara from her arms. The little one was still crying, pathetic hiccuping sobs that tugged at Namjoon’s heart strings.

With a quick kiss to Nara’s forehead, he stood up, passing her over to Soobin who was waiting to take her to the car.

“I’m going to pick you up now, jagi.” he explained, moving slowly as he stooped to scoop Y/N up from the ground. She went willingly, wrapping her arms around his neck and tucking her face into his shoulder as he strode through the wrecked venue towards where Jungkook had the car waiting. “Rest, jagi. I’ve got you.” 

[storiesofsvu]

A Dangerous Game Masterlist

Emily Prentiss x reader

Summary: Emily and yn meet in a dive bar, instantly connecting and feeling the fiery passion between them. What's meant to only be a one night stand instantly complicates the next morning when yn walks into her new placement within the FBI in the BAU under Unit Chief Prentiss. While it's obvious that they can't continue whatever it was they had neither of them can resist the pull of one another. What starts as lingering glances and brushes of fingertips gets explosive when hotel rooms are shared and the attraction of the forbidden fruit. They do their best to keep their secret, that each time is supposed to be the last, but how long can you keep a secret around a team of profilers?

Will include some fluff, lots of smut (feature daddy!emily), naturally some hurt/comfort cause I can't resist and the typical BAU case violence and drama. All chapters will be tagged appropriately! DM/comment/send an ask to be added to the taglist if you're not!

Playlist Here!

Yn’s Alexandria house

Chapter 1**

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4**

Chapter 5**

Chapter 6**

Chapter 7**

Chapter 8

Chapter 9**

Chapter 10

Chapter 11**

Chapter 12

Chapter 13**

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20**

Chapter 21

Chapter 22**

Chapter 23

Series Completed!

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[ariesnightingale]

*inhale*

ImissreadingTomarryficsthat'llmakemesuperhappyandhelpmeforgetthatimalonelysadandoverwhelmedpotatowhojustwantstonotexistonplanetearthanymore.

[pennyellee]

A DANGEROUS GAME 2 - WHEN THE CHIPS ARE DOWN by Chaoticpuff17 ○ TRAILER (mafia yandere!au)

Drum roll yall!!! I'm very much excited to announce that on the 4th of May 4:00 AM GMT simultaneously at 00:00 AM EDT - the trailer for ADG's sequel "when the chips are down" will be fully online and available on youtube ♥

Still can't get my head around how queen @chaoticpuff17 could create such thrilling and exciting story and therefore this trailer or project is defo not the last one you'll see from ADG universe or from Becca's stories, gorgey huns ♥

I rendered the trailer thinking "this is a hot mess" and then I thought "but i like it this way" so it is what it is, the point is - it is very authentic as this is, as of now (bombastic side eye), the first and only version.

Also - disclaimer: this is how I usually envision MC, your imagination can be, of course, different, but I chose to not cover her eyes or crop the videos with her, coz let's fucking admit, she is a fire bomb beautiful woman. the babe also uploaded another chapter (jcfhifhuihfibvishfgbqfhqf - excuse my excitement) recently so go and tune back to dark unsettling mafia universe she created.

And as I'm good witch Glinda, here is a sneak peak ♥

Lots of love, 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖞𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊

[veryverynotgoodwrites]

Chapters: 2/5 Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan, Captain Hook | Killian Jones & Emma Swan Characters: Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Emma Swan, Baelfire | Neal Cassidy, Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard, Prince Charming | David Nolan, William Smee, Original Characters Additional Tags: Lovers To Enemies, Enemies to Lovers, it's both, Angst, Smut, Porn With Plot, Princess Emma Swan, Pirate Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Princess Emma Swan, Captain Hook | Killian Jones In Love, Prompt Fic, Sexual Tension, Tension, Forbidden Love, Secret Relationship, Alternate Universe - The Enchanted Forest (Once Upon a Time) Series: Part 1 of Forbidden

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She’s baaaaaaaack!

I was digging through my creative writing folder, and guess what I found that had already been completed and beta’d last February? 😂

Please note that this is NOT like Perilous Harbor in that it is not meant for all audiences! This is an explicit fic that will remain such, but it does have a plot now.

If this is your cup of tea, I hope you enjoy!

Thank you to @caught-in-the-filter​​ for the beta and for helping me add the plot to this! It’s been a lot of fun even if I did forget about it for a very long time.

If you would like to be added to my tags list, please send me a message! I would be happy to add you 😊

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[likesdoodling]

This is inspired from a fic I read called A Dangerous Game, by tsukithewolf (on ao3) I can’t remember if the costume is one hundred percent accurate, but eh. It was fun to draw :)

I would also recommend the fic, though bear in mind it’s like over 400,000 words and also part 1 of 2... I really liked it though, (as a ‘I want to read about MISERY’ fic-)

[cpericardium]

Every single wildbow fan is messed up in someway. Those who kin doubly so

You are trying to get me in trouble with the amy kinnies and I won't fall for it

[spooky-rhack]

does anyone know where tf Cybrid went?? I can't help but wonder and like slightly worry, I hope they're okay

[prismaly]

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After her graduation, Matsui Hana managed to get an apartment in this area. The whole district of this city is extremely pricey, it was only sheer luck she ended up getting a rental contract here. She somehow managed to get a job at this big agency in their accounting section. Again; it was only luck. She was not rich, and ddidn't consider rich people highly. She saw them as privileged fucks that think they stand above anyone else, selfish and rotten. However, was she really wrong about generalizing all the people in this disctrict ?

Suguru: You need help with that?

Hana: Nahh, it's fine thank you. I can carry them myself.

Suguru: You live around here, right? I think I have seen you a few times already.

Hana: *He has seen me? Why haven't I noticed a man like him? This is straight-up impossible. He is just hitting on me and talking bullshit to make me flustered. It almost worked tho.*

Hana: Yeah, I do.

Suguru: You moved into the building down the street two weeks ago, correct?

Hana: Mhm, kinda creepy that you know this, but you are right.

Suguru: Pretty girls like you stick out you know?

Hana: Mind telling me where you live, so I can have some information about you as well?

Suguru: In that building behind me.

Hana: Ohh, cool.

Suguru: Still want no help after exchanging so much private information?

Hana: You call that private information? I don't even know your name. And I am fine, but thanks.

Suguru: Right, how rude of me, my name is Geto Suguru.

Hana: Matsui Hana.

Suguru: See you around then?

Hana: Talk to me the next time instead of just observing me like a creep.

Suguru: Ohh, I definitly will!

Once home, Hana searched up the name of the agency in whose office she will be working in. This agency was a really renowned one, managing mostly famous models and other artists. The agency was currently undergoing a lot of public media fire caused by some of its model's misbehavior at an illegal place, this must have been the reason why they hired Hana so quickly without any requests.

[The next morning]

Suguru: Hello, sweatheart.

Hana: Hi!

Suguru: Where are you going?

Hana: To the office.

Suguru: You have an office job?

Hana: You don't?

Suguru: Nope, much more exciting. When does your shift end?

Hana: I think like 5pm. Why?

Suguru: I was wondering if you wanna come around and cook something with me and a friend. You know, since you moved here just recently it must be boring to spend so much time alone.

Hana: *This is definitely not a good idea, I only know his name and on top of that, there would be his friend. But, he seems nice and he is right; I feel lonely* Sure, sounds good!

Suguru: Perfect, my apartment number in 42, it's easy to find. Want me to drive you to your office?

Hana: No, thanks but I'm good.

[ggukkiereads]

hii there is a jungkook fic i read where he is ur boyfriend i believe and you guys go to this like cottage type thing for smt and he turns out to be like craxy and he plays this game with you where he will like kill you if he finds you and it’s angsty and creepy i forget the name would you please be able to help mee? thank you!!

🌷 Hi! I am going with A Dangerous Game by @goldngguk for your fichunting. I remember they went to an island though (because I kept thinking it’s like a version of jeju island in Korea). Please check it out and see if it’s the one. 

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[imarealnowheregirl]

Okay its been officially a year since my all time fave fic was updated :( we love you @cybrid

[chaoticpuff17]

When the Chips Are Down

part 26

masterlist

hello my darlings! I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted. Life has been crazy. Students have been crazy. I might be losing my mind. We’re defiinitley looking for a new job, but I have a chapter for you at long last. Enjoy!-- Chaotic Puff 

“Is the bride coming down?” Namjoon asked, eyes fixed on his wife as he bounced their daughter in his arms. They had a room full of guests waiting for a wedding, and the bride was refusing to come out. She had locked herself in the room she was getting ready in and wouldn’t see anyone but her sister. 

“If you want her to come out, you’ll have to go and fetch her yourself. She’s not moving.” she quirked a brow, daring him to do it. They both knew that Iyla was going to stay in that room until the last possible moment, and even then someone would more than likely have to drag the bride out. 

“There are guests waiting.” 

“They’ll wait.” 

A bright smile lit up her face as she switched her attention to the baby in his arms whose eyes were in turn fixed on her mother, smiling the little urchin grin that she seemed only to smile for her mother. She laughed as her mother made a face and dove in to place a volley of little kisses on her cheeks. Much to Namjoon’s annoyance, Nara only laughed like that for her mother. The laughter was a new development within the past week or so, but no matter what he tried, she would only laugh, really laugh, for Y/N.

“Why doesn’t she ever do that for me?” 

“Because she likes me better.” she shot back not even looking up as she let their daughter grab hold of her fingers, smiling brightly as Nara played with the appendages. 

A small smile flitted across his features, but quickly disappeared as his gaze wandered down the hall towards where Iyla had barricaded herself into the room she was meant to be getting ready in. They were already running more than an hour behind schedule. Iyla should have been taking pictures with Hoseok by now, but there had been no pictures taken, and he doubted very much that there would be any taken before the ceremony itself. 

“She’ll have to come out one way or another.” 

“I doubt she’ll pick the easy way. This isn’t what she wanted.” The smile fell from her face as she finally met Namjoon’s eyes. “No one wants to walk down the aisle under duress let alone to marry someone they don’t even like.” 

“Speaking from personal experience?” 

“I had an escort of Jimin and Taehyung while I was getting ready.” 

The reminder was pointed, both her voice and her features tight though she was doing an admirable job of remaining neutral. 

Her wedding was a day she remembered very little of. She’d been numb to it, but there were certain parts of the day she did remember. She remembered Jimin and Taehyung plying her with mimosas as she got ready- not enough to get her drunk but enough to keep her calm and pliant throughout the ordeal. She remembered Jackson barging into her dressing room. She remembered Namjoon nearly choking the life out of him during the reception, but for the most part the day was a blur, the memories shrouded in a haze she didn’t really want to clear away. 

She hoped that Iyla would experience her wedding in a similar blur. This wasn’t a day she was going to want to remember. It wasn’t a day that Y/N was going to want to remember either. 

“You look lovely, Jagiya.” 

There was a soft look in his eyes as he looked at his wife and daughter. They made a pretty picture, all done up for the wedding. 

The last time that Namjoon had seen her so dolled up was for the gala. She was softer now, physically and emotionally. Her barbs weren’t quite so sharp. Pregnancy had softened the sharp edges of her body, but motherhood had softened her tongue. She could still level him with a few choice words, but she wasn’t as quick to spit venom anymore. Her glare was just as powerful as always though, potent enough to have grown men quaking in their boots. 

“I should get back to my sister.” she shrugged past his comment and the look in his eyes, uncomfortable with the softness of the moment. They weren’t meant to be soft with each other. 

Namjoon arched his brow. 

“I thought you said nothing would convince her to come out?”

“I’m not going to convince her. I’m going to keep her company.” 

He reached out, hooking an arm around her waist and pulling her and Nara back in. “Or you could stay with me, and enjoy the festivities.” he suggested, looking at her appreciatively. 

She arched a brow in turn, delicately extricating herself from his hold. “I’d rather not. If you’re going to force my baby sister to get married, I think I should be with her.” 

“She will be walking down that aisle, jagi. Whether either of you wants it or not, she will be getting married today.” 

Within a moment the same glare he had been reminiscing about was turned on him in full force. 

“I may be stuck with you, and that was my choice, but Iyla has made no such promises. Maybe she can succeed where I couldn’t.” 

Namjoon stiffened at her words, tensing at the reminder of the disdain of her own situation, a mirror of her sister’s. The past few weeks had been calmer. They had seemingly been doing better since their talk after Iyla’s fitting, but it was easy to lull himself into a false sense of security. It was easy to hope that she was finally coming around, but it was, as always, one step forward and two steps back even if she was teetering closer and closer to the edge. 

“Be careful, jagi.” He scolded, his narrowed eyes the only outward sign of his simmering displeasure. “Someone might think you were unhappy.” 

“Do any of you really think that coercion and kidnapping are a solid basis for a relationship let alone marriage?” She asked, head slightly tilted to the side, genuine curiosity coloring her tone, though there was something deep set and weary underneath it, the same exhaustion she’d been experiencing for some time now. “And Stockholm Syndrome really doesn’t count.” 

With that she turned away, making her way back to the bride and leaving Namjoon speechless behind her. 

“Iya.” she called, knocking softly on the door. “Iya, my love, it’s me. Can you open the door?”

There was a hint of movement behind the door before it cracked open just a smidge to reveal the barest hint of Iyla’s face peering out at her suspiciously. 

“No one’s with you right?”

“Not yet, but they’re getting antsy.”  she admitted as Iyla let her into the room, quickly shutting the door behind her.

Crouching down, Y/N set Nara play on the floor with the toys that were still out from earlier when they were all getting ready. Iyla has since kicked out the stylist and make-up artist and the hairdresser, but the mess was still there. Everything had been left behind in their haste to escape Iyla’s ire. 

“They’re not going to let us hide here forever.” 

“I know.” Iyla admitted throwing a baleful look down at herself, her fists clenched around the fabric of her dress. “I hate this.” 

“I know, and I’m sorry. I wish that there was more that I could do.” 

Iyla shrugged, unclenching her fists. “I don’t think there’s anything either of us could have done. It’s been a series of shitty events that none of us saw coming.” 

The knock on the door pulled both of their attention back to the events at hand. Unfortunately for both of them, there was no way that they could stay insulated in their personal bubble. Namjoon was outside at that very moment, knocking on the door and ushering in the reality of what was waiting for them on the other side. 

Y/N peaked her head out of the door, looking at him expectantly. “What do you want?” 

“It’s time, jagiya.” she sighed heavily, a deep line etched between her brows as he said the words. She knew what he was going to say, but she had still hoped that they might have some more time. “We can’t postpone any longer.” 

To his credit, he kept his tone soft and without demand. He was simply informing her of what was happening only this time he was using all the tact that he so regularly lacked when it came to these sort of interactions. But today he was mercifully soft, possibly even sympathetic. Even if he wasn’t going to stop the wedding, he was going to allow them to grieve for what was about to happen. 

He was more than aware that Y/N was on her breaking point. One wrong move on his part could shatter her entirely. But the right move could tip her over the edge and give him everything he wanted. It was all a precarious balancing act, and in the name of his own self-interest, he could be kind especially after their earlier disagreement. 

“I was under the assumption we had more time.” 

“You knew this was coming, jagiya. The guests have been waiting long enough.” 

“Can we have a few more minutes?” she asked, her own tone just as gentle if not slightly defeated.

“Only a few, and then the ceremony has to begin.” He acquiesced with a nod. 

“Thank you.”

Before he could say anything else, Y/N retreated into the room, closing the door behind her.

Iyla stood frozen in the middle of the room, looking far too young and far too out of place in her wedding dress. 

“Do we have to go?”

It was such a small question, spoken in such a small voice. By all logic it shouldn't have affected her the way it did, but her stomach dropped, clenching almost painfully at the thought of the answer she was going to have to give. 

“I’m afraid so. Namjoon is giving us another minute, and then it’s time.”

As much as she wished she could scoop up her sister and child and take them both far away, she knew that wasn’t going to be possible. Security was too tight, and even if they could slip away, Namjoon would never let them get far, and the consequences of the attempt would be devastating for them both. 

“I’m sorry.”

Iyla flashed a watery smile. “It’s not your fault. You and Jackson both told me to stay put. I’m the one that didn’t listen. I probably should have gone home once I learned that Jackson was dead and you were missing, but I didn’t.”

“I never should have come here in the first place.”

“Well,” she started, wiping her eyes, careful of the lashes that had been placed and the rest of her makeup. “It’s too late for that now, and I guess it’s time to go.” 

Y/N walked over and scooped up the baby from where she had been playing on the floor, settling her into her arms. 

“I suppose we should head out then.”

“This is really happening isn't it?”

Y/N couldn’t say anything. Instead she gathered her sister into her free arm and squeezed her as tightly as she could.

They stayed like that for a moment before Iyla pulled away. 

“Stop. You’re going to make me cry, and I want to walk down the aisle sticking up my middle finger, not a blubbering mess.”

“For what it’s worth, you look beautiful.” Too young. Too out of place, but beautiful nonetheless.

“I’m going to hack this dress to pieces later.”

“I’ll bring the scissors.” 

When they stepped out the door, Namjoon was waiting for them.

“Jagiya.” he greeted. “Iyla. You look lovely.”

“Eat shit and die, you rat bastard.” Iyla smiled sweetly as she returned his greeting as she strode out the door and towards the inevitable.

part 27

[storiesofsvu]

A Dangerous Game Ch 1

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol, dirty talk, semi public sex, dom/sub situations, daddy kink. Here we go! this is officially the longest first ch of anything ive written so dont expect all future ch's to be this long LOL. italicized chunk is a flashback

You were no stranger to FBI buildings and while you had paid the occasional visit to the home office in Quantico you’d spent the last fifteen years of you career split between field offices in Seattle and Jacksonville. Hence the little bit of hesitancy as you pushed the button in the elevator, hoping that you’d remembered the directions to the BAU correctly. You had experience working with a few agents from this unit over the years, whether it was directly on a joint case or simply a round of emails or phone calls when things looked like they might potentially be the same unsub. You were grateful to finally have accepted an official spot on the team, swapping out your days sweltering in the Florida heat for some much more enjoyable weather and to be able to set up a home base you were planning on staying in for a long while.

The elevator dinged and you stepped out of it, letting out a quick sigh of relief realizing you were in the right place, you were all of two steps out of the elevator when a voice broke through your concentration.

“I feel like I know you.” A bubbly blonde greeted and you glanced up, your heard tilting at how familiar her voice sounded, “wait, sorry, I’m being ridiculous aren’t I?” She laughed, “I don’t feel like I know you, I do know you. I was reading up on your file yesterday.” She stuck her hand out, “Penelope Garcia.”

“Oh!” You exclaimed, quickly taking and shaking her hand, “yeah, I’m pretty sure we’ve had a few phone calls over the years. You’re the tech analyst, right?”

“Yes!” She turned toward the door, pulling it open, “you’re probably looking to check in with Prentiss, c’mon.”

A somewhat familiar ‘face’ so to speak to help get you where you wanted relaxed you as you moved through the bull pen. It was no different than any other FBI office, you may be the new kid to the team, but you were far from inexperienced and you felt your confidence surging up at that reminder. Clipping a gun to your hip every morning was nothing new, interrogating high risk criminals was a part of your daily routine as your morning coffee was, you had this in the bag, there was absolutely nothing to worry about. If you didn’t click with someone on the team, who cared? You just had to come in, do your job and go home, you could make friends elsewhere.

Infront of you Penelope came to a brief halt, knocking on a semi open office door before a voice murmured a response from within.

“I brought you a present.” The words came out of her mouth in a slight teasing lyrical melody, pulling a small chuckle from inside the office as the two of you entered, Penelope stepping aside to gesture between the two of you, “Agent Wilson, meet Unit Chief Emily Prentiss.”

Emily finally managed to glance up from the case file in front of her, moving to stand in the same moment that you stepped forward to extend you hand. The second you caught eye contact there was a lightning fast freeze over both of your features as the two of you realized the person across from you was indeed the person you’d been tangled in bedsheets with less than ten hours ago. Your hand slid into hers easily and you only hoped the heat in your cheeks wasn’t as visible as it felt, your skin tingling in remembrance of how her hands felt other places on your body.

“Hi.” Emily greeted, finally able to shake out of it, glancing toward the clock on the wall “you’re uh… punctual. I wasn’t expecting you… for another half hour.”

“Figured I shouldn’t be late on the first day.” You replied with a small laugh, one that Garcia echoed, “uh.. Unit Chief.. that’s… impressive. Don’t see a lot of women in those positions across the bureau.” Garcia laughed again at your words, a grin on her cheeks as she swatted at Emily’s elbow.

“Please. Emily here’s not only our Unit Chief she’s also ran her own Interpol team in London. She is the definition of impressive.”

Yes, Emily Prentiss certainly was the definition of impressive. You’d learnt all about that last night, even if what you hadn’t learnt was her last name.

***

O’Shaughnessy’s Pub was exactly what you would call a dive bar. Main level equipped with a long bar mainly seated with regulars, classic tunes played from a juke box in the corner, the dinging noises from VLT’s or various games around the room along with the clacking of pool balls ricocheting off each other echoing through the room. It wasn’t particularly dingy, but it definitely wasn’t high class, mostly beer and cheap spirits, a few patrons here and there smoking, the rumble of conversation and the live music from the basement filling the air. You were still discovering your new home surroundings in Alexandria and weren’t exactly picky about atmosphere right now, you’d just wanted a couple of drinks and a nice order of chicken wings after unpacking the most important boxes all day.

You’d long since finished your meal, sipping on your third tequila soda when a cheer from a nearby pool table pulled your attention off the television behind the bar. Your eyes swept through the space, laughing to yourself over the boisterous way the men were acting over the pool win. Shaking your head you lifted your drink to your lips, taking another sip while your eyes returned to their original spot. Only thing was, that was when you saw her. The dark haired stunner of a woman sitting at the very opposite end of the bar. She seemed to be watching you, a sly grin on her face and you felt heat course through you, quickly ducking your gaze hopefully before she noticed you’d spotted her. It was only a few moments later that the bartender placed a fresh drink down in front of you, when you raised a brow to them, they simply nodded in the direction of the other woman who raised her own glass subtly to you before taking a sip of her own drink.

Emily had gotten there after you, surveying the crowd as she approached the bar. She wasn’t particularly out to find a conquest, but it certainly wouldn’t hurt after the stressful week she’d had. This definitely wasn’t her usual watering hole, relatively far from home, and certainly not anywhere anyone else from work would be, which is just what she wanted. The bar was mostly full of rowdy younger what she would call boys, and the regulars, casually chatting with servers and bartenders, alternating between games through the bar. She ordered her usual, slipping into a seat at the bar and only a few moments later her eyes landed on you. She’d never seen you there before and while you were relaxed, she could tell just by your body language this was likely your first night at O’Shaughnessy’s. You were attractive, no ring on your finger, perfectly in her preferred age range and by the way you were watching the tv behind the bar and not constantly on your phone she was pretty sure you weren’t meeting someone or waiting for a boyfriend. She watched for a moment, chuckling softly to herself at the way you immediately shifted your body away from a couple of the younger boys who approached the bar for a fresh round, you had zero interest in them, that was for sure. So she took her chance, flagging down the bartender to send you a fresh drink and couldn’t help but smirk at the way your cheeks flushed with surprise when it was delivered.

She gave you a bit to relax from the sudden intrusion, giving you the chance to settle your tab and disappear into the night in case she’d gotten the wrong impression. Instead you continued to sip at the drink, risking glances in her direction when you thought she wasn’t looking. When the bartender came around to ask if she wanted another drink she said she did, and tacked on another of whatever she had sent you, scooping up both and making her way around the bar.

The drink was placed down in front of you so quickly it nearly made you jump, your head shooting up to the warm body suddenly next to you and you felt your heart skip a beat at the sight of the other woman directly beside you.

“Looked like you might need a refill.” She greeted with a grin and you practically melted at the sound of her voice as she extended her hand, “Emily.”

“Y/n.” You replied, accepting the handshake and feeling the heat surge through you from the touch of her hand, tingles moving rather south within your body, “and thank you.” You laughed gently, “kinda feel like I owe ya one now.”

Emily chuckled in response, leaning against the bar as she took a sip of her drink, her eyes sweeping through the bar, taking in which games were free.

“What’d’ya say to a round of Buck Hunter, loser buys the next round?” She raised a brow in your direction and you laughed, slipping off your bar stool.

“You’re on.”

Buck Hunter may have been a game of pretend shooting, but the same approaches still applied. Emily could have chosen pool or darts, but she figured her experience in the field was about to win her a bet, a free drink and hopefully a lot more than that. She would easily be able to coach you through it, guiding just the way to hold the gun and the best times to shoot, the perfect excuse to get up close and personal. Sure pool could have worked, but most people already knew how to play, not everyone knew how to properly shoot a gun.

You graciously let her go first, your eyes dragging across her body at the way her muscles flexed while she played. Small chit chat flowed between you, what brought you out tonight, small talk that preceded flirtation, little teases or jabs here and there, cheers and compliments from you each time she made a shot. She very confidently hit everything but one, smirking at you with a gleam in her eye as she passed you the toy gun for your round.

She let you take stance in front of the game and before you could even raise the gun her hands hit your hips from behind, gently guiding you into the best spot to start in. You felt your breath catch in your throat as one of her hands trailed up your back, shifting one of your arms so you were positioned into what she thought was best. You blamed how close she was to you for missing the first shot before reassessing and hitting the next three while she chuckled softly, her breath hot on the skin of your neck.

“Nice shot.”

“Never said it was my first rodeo.” You teased back.

“You holding out on me?” Her fingers pinched gently at your hip and your breath hitched, “watch the left side.” She nudged at your body and you quickly refocussed, shooting right in time to take the virtual deer down, “good girl.”

The praise fumbled you, nearly missing the next shot and while you couldn’t hear her laugh over the noise of the bar you felt the sharp exhale of breath on your neck as she did so. You reclaimed your competency by taking down the next three kills with one shot each, focussing on the game rather than the feeling of her hand ghosting up and down your spine. It felt like with each shot she was inching closer to you, words and hands teasing you to the point of no return, fire surging between the two of you in a haze of passion and lust. You took the last three shots perfectly with no hesitation and Emily’s hand patted at your ass in congratulations,

“Someone’s a good shot.” She murmured.

“Call it beginners luck.” Placing the gun down in its holder you were about to turn around when her hands found your hips again, resting against your body and you could feel the heat from them dancing across your skin. Your focus was completely broken a second later when her lips met your bare neck and you did your best to hold back the gasp, your eyes nearly fluttering shut as she bit you gently. “Em…” you breathed out, only loud enough for her to hear, “not here….”

“Well… follow me.” She murmured, nipping at your earlobe before sneaking through the crowd and you followed her down the back hallway that lead to the bathrooms, which was where you figured she was leading you.

Instead she glanced up and down the hallway quickly, trying a door on the left side of the hall to find it open, dragging you inside before flicking it locked. You let out a quiet yelp, not that it would’ve mattered, the noise from the bar overpowered basically anything that would come out of the storage room. Within an instant she had you backed into the wall, a hand tilting your chin up to her face,

“Colour princess?”

“Green…. Oh so very green.” You replied breathlessly and she chuckled.

“Good girl.”

Once she had your confirmed consent her lips were on you in a bruising kiss, moving with fire against yours as she pinned you into the wall. Your hands looped around her shoulders, pulling her closer to you as the kiss deepened. She dared to run her tongue along the seam of your lips, planting her knee against the wall between your legs and you let out a small moan, accepting her tongue into your mouth. There was absolutely no doubt who was in charge right now and you were not complaining in the slightest. One of her hands wrapped around the back of your head, tangling into the loose locks of your hair while the other one clutched at your hip. Her thigh suddenly surged upwards and you broke the kiss with a gasp, the muscle flexing just right against your clit through the thin pants you had on.

“That’s it…” Emily chuckled darkly, her lips ghosting down the column of your neck, “ride daddy’s thigh like a good girl.” She husked into your ear, the hand on your hip moving you to get the best friction, guiding you to continue rolling your hips.

“Oh god…” You moaned out both at the sensation and the title she’d used, leaning more of your weight onto her as you continued to ride her thigh.

Her mouth made home in the crook of your neck, sucking, kissing and biting at the supple skin, pulsing pleasure through your entire body. You could feel yourself tingling, pussy clenching around nothing as your clit brushed over her thigh over and over again, certain that you were ruining your panties. She nudged you again,

“Harder, I know you want to angel, let yourself go.”

You let out a little whine, biting your lip as you ground down harder onto her, gasping as her hands ghosted up your sides, squeezing at your tits through your shirt. Fingers pinched at your nipples while she chuckled at the way you’d picked up your speed and she shoved her thigh harder against your clothed cunt.

“Head up.” She tilted your chin up, your head falling back against the wall, “let daddy see you come.”

“Oh god… oh fuck!” You cried out, your body shivering as the pleasure shot through you, thighs clenching around Emily’s leg and she chuckled darkly, a hand caressing down your cheek.

“That’s it.” She cooed, “good girl.” She waited a moment, watching the way your chest heaved before she pressed a kiss to your lips, “now what do you say we get out of here?”

“My place is only a few blocks away..”

*

The two of you barrelled through your front door, doing your best not to trip over moving boxes or piles of clutter as you made your way upstairs. Emily was quick to tear your clothes off, she had you completely naked and herself down to her underwear by the time you were in the bedroom. Her hand snuck between your legs, cupping at your cunt and she smirked down at you.

“Figures you’re this soaked already.” The tips of her fingers slid through your folds, teasing you, drawing more of your wetness out before a digit sunk in and you let out a breathy gasp.

“More… please.” You glanced up at her with begging eyes and she smirked, doing what you’d asked and sliding a second finger into your dripping pussy. “Fuck…” She pumped a few times, her fingers curling and scissoring within you, smiling when she hit that special spot and your knees nearly buckled.

“You have a strap?”

“Beside table.” You moaned and she pulled her fingers from you, making sure you were watching before she sucked them into her mouth, licking them clean and moaning over the taste of you.

“Get on the bed. You’re gonna be daddy’s good girl, right angel?”

“Yes.” You nodded furiously, scrambling onto the bed while she moved around it, collecting the strap and a bottle of lube from the bedside table, swiftly pulling it on, adjusting it to her liking before she dropped her bra to the floor and climbed onto the bed.

“Look at you…” she practically purred, fingers trailing up your legs as she settled between them, “such a pretty girl.”

Your body tingled under her touch, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of her bare and strapped in front of you. One of her hands teased at you while the other popped open the bottle of lube, smearing it around the toy. She leant over you, kissing you deeply while she began to tease you with the tip of her cock, rubbing it up and down between your folds, earning whines and whimpers from you that she swallowed through the kiss. Her cock rubbed up against your clit and you broke the kiss with a gasp, your hands clutching at her body as you started to beg.

“Please… oh god please fuck me daddy.”

“Alright angel.” She murmured, guiding the tip of her cock into you and thrusting until she was fully wrapped in your warmth and you let out a very satisfied moan.

“Fuck…”

“That feel good?”

“So fucking good…”

Your words were lost to moans and whines almost instantly as Emily began to plunge into you. Your skin was on fire, pussy fluttering with each thrust of her cock, nails digging into her skin as you clawed at her to be impossibly close to you. Her lips met yours again in a breathless kiss, teeth nipping at your already swollen lips as she continued to fuck you.

“More! Please!”

The words slipped from your lips before you even realized and Emily chuckled again, pulling out just long enough to flip you onto your stomach, pulling you up on your knees as she lined the toy back up with your drenched cunt. When she slid back into you she was not gentle, setting the bruising pace she knew you were begging for, your face buried in the pillows as you moaned and whined. One of your hands shot back to her body, nails scratching at her thigh as you began to shudder underneath her. Pleasure was coursing through you like it never had before, your entire body tingling and sparking as her cock dragged passed your walls. Emily was fucking you like no one else ever had and it was all you ever wanted in your life.

“So… so fucking.. uh.. fuck.. good.” You managed out and Emily smirked again, a hand wrapping around your torso she pulled you flush to her, nipping at your earlobe as her hand snuck up your body, pausing around your collarbone before she shifted it up to your throat, pausing once again.

“Colour angel?” Her breath was jagged, split up by each thrust of her hips as she continued to fuck you, whines leaving your lips with each pump.

“Green! Oh fuck green!”

Emily’s fingers squeezed at the side of your throat right as she fucked harder into your needy cunt, two of her fingers suddenly at your lips. You opened your mouth, eagerly accepting them, thinking it was her trying to make you be quiet. Instead her spit slicked fingers trailed down your body until she found your clit, rubbing furiously in time with each thrust of her cock and you were shaking in her arms.

“You’re so close baby, I know it. Let go for daddy.” She husked into your ear, biting at your neck again, “come on my cock…”

Her praise sent you over the edge, a loud cry leaving your lips as pleasure rocked through your body and you dropped down onto the bed, shuddering into the pillows. Emily smirked, her hands softly ghosting up your sides as she thrusted into you a few more times before gently slipping out of you, tossing the toy to the side.

“Holy fuck.” You let out a small laugh, your eyes already fluttering shut as you turned to glance at her, wicked grin on her face while she let you settle in her arms.

The last thing you remembered was catching your breath.

***

Somehow your first day at the BAU was a slow day, which you were honestly thankful for. You were able to spend the day going through old case files, reading up on the type of things they dealt with and getting to know the team. You spent hours pouring over their files, wanting to know as much as you could and to be as prepared as possible for your first case, you knew you wanted to keep this job and how your first open case went would determine that. You knew that no matter what, you’d worked your ass off to get into this department, you were meant to be here and now was your time to prove that.

*

It was past the usual punch our hour, everyone on the team had already gone home. But every time Emily looked up from her desk she saw you buried in another case file. Part of her cursed herself for not closing her office door but she’d sworn the whole ‘my door is always open’ thing was a literal thing when it came to her. She hadn’t done it on purpose, she’d just assigned you to an empty desk. It wasn’t until hours later she realized said empty desk was in direct eyeline of her own up in her office and now she couldn’t get the image of bending you over her desk out of her mind.

She tried to shake out of it, waiting for you to finally leave the office but you pulled yet another case file from the box beside you. You were committed, she had to give you that. You had both your laptop and a notebook open next to you, taking notes to remember and looking things up on the database that further intrigued you.

She was now certain that you weren’t about to leave anytime soon so she let out a soft sigh, beginning to pack up her things. She slid her blazer back on and finally locked her office, making her way through the bull pen to your desk and it wasn’t until she spoke you even looked up.

“You know, you don’t have to put in overtime just to be noticed, your resume did that on its own.”

“Jesus.” You jumped, “I didn’t realize anyone was still here.”

“If I’m leaving, it’s safe to say you should be gone.”

“I dunno, someone wise once told me you should never leave before your boss.” You basically grinned up at her and as much as she appreciated the tease the word ‘boss’ would ring in her ears forever, knowing that things had to change.

“I feel like that doesn’t really apply here.” Emily laughed softly, leaning against the side of your desk and you finally flipped the case file closed, tossing it into the box it had come from. “What do you think about this placement so far?” She was surprised when her question was met with a small laugh from you before you looked up at her.

“We really don’t need to do this.”

“What?” her brow furrowed.

“Talk about the elephant in the room.” You huffed, pushing back your chair as you started to gather your things, “you left long before I even had a chance to wake up this morning. I never thought I’d see you again. This is all just some… weird fluke.”

“So…” she glanced around the bull pen to make sure you were both alone, “you’re okay… pretending this never happened?”

“You’re my boss now.” You nodded, “whoever I met in that dive bar, not a member of the FBI. Clean slate.” You held your hand up in defeat as you smiled softly, “goodnight Agent Prentiss.”

“Night Wilson.”

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My back is arched and on my knees for phantom !! I 😳😳😳

The Phantom would be more than pleased to know that— it’s a position they’d wish to keep you in for quite some time.