felicitysmoaksx · 5 months ago
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Elias Koteas returning to Chicago PD (even briefly) was not on my 2024 bingo card.
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shadowbrn · 23 days ago
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smash or pass + rachel amber. / jj.
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@riprachel. j.j. laughs almost instantly, shaking his head with an amused expression, ❝ i have eyes. we're smashing for sure. ❞
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razzberrydazz · 7 months ago
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Brainstorming oc storylines with my partner PG (peanut gallery) and ooooo we cookiiiiing with GAS!!!
Giving my fairy court story more love because it's sorely neglected compared to how much mental space I give to Tiff, and boy, it's got antics.
Said antics under the cut
Naive traumatized teen JJ/Cress trying to heal after escaping her horrific abusive ex-archfey father (Jorster my beloathed) with her oldest sister Johanna, meets her half-brother Dante and his mom Delarosa, the Unseelie Queen, the Queen of Shadows and ruler of the Shadowfell, and instead of being scared and on edge about meeting miss stereotypically Maleficent looking evil archfey and her angry murderous son, Cress likes Dela, and wants to befriend her and her brother Dante. Cress is more scared of her own mother - Lady, the peacemaker ambassador between the Seelie and Unseelie - than of the Shadow Queen. She Should be scared of Dela, and Dela WANTS her to fear her, but this stubborn child refuses, and continues being a spunky ray of sunshine in the wake of Dante and Dela's drab shadows.
Dela from the get go tells Cress to fear her, that she should be afraid of her, that she's dangerous, encourages Cress to go back to her mother and Stay Out Of The Shadowfell, but Cress takes Dela's honesty at wanting to elicit that fear response as genuine, endearing, and honesty is a trait she's sorely missed; anything is better than dealing with her father again.
Dela straight up tries to poison Cress on numerous occasions, using peppers and plants from within the shadowfell, to discover Cress seems to be immune to the shadowfell poisons. Denizens in the shadowfell have to be very careful what they eat, because most plants grown in that land are toxic, to the point that even a shadowfell-grown bell pepper is deadly poisonous. So most people who live in the shadowfell long term have zero spice tolerance when trying foods from outside their realm that Don't pose the poison risk. Shadowfell plants taken out of the shadowfell continue to be toxic. And Cress? Well she's not native to the shadowfell, she's just a fleeting visitor, and her naivity and aura of fey wild whimsy acts as a soothing balm on her spirit to protect her from the effects of native shadowfell poisons while within this realm.
Dante, the prince of shadow, has wild anger issues, and attempts to kill Cress on numerous occasions, failing miserably every time all while not managing to land even a scratch on his half-sister. She thought they were just playing a game the whole time, rough housing, unaware of his murderous intent.
Somehow Cress found her way to a dungeon gauntlet within the belly of Dela's palace, and she thought it was just a fun obstacle course instead of the deadly booby trapped adventurer killing gauntlet that it was.
Dela was frustrated with all the failed attempts to kill or even mildly injure this child, who continued to be playful and frank and nice to Dela, despite all of Dela's efforts to scare her away, and the fey Queen of Shadow admits the kid was growing on her. She was starting to Like Cress's company. Smiled at her visits. Enjoyed her presence. This child was endearing, truly, and somehow brought a glimmer of color into the shadowfell around her. She seemed immune to its effects. Immune to Dela's cursed darkness. Maybe she could help...
Maybe Cress could help Dela with her curse, that filled her soul with an all-consuming void of fear and despair. Dela can't tell people directly the nature of her curse, part of the curse itself makes sure of that. The soul gem imbedded in her forehead is cracked, telling of the curse that's befallen her. There's a nexus of despairing darkness in the Shadowfell, and she's tied to it, bound by her soul. Seeing Cress defy the nature of this realm, it gives Dela hope that there may be a way to break her curse, so that she doesn't have to scare everyone away for her own and their own safety.
And then Lady came for a routine diplomatic visit and walked in to see the middle of one of Dante's murderous outbursts of him chucking weapons off the wall at Cress and her dodging all of them and laughing. Oh boy was Lady mad. That's Her Baby and you will Not Harm Her, especially if you don't want war on your hands, Delarosa. And then Dante admits he had snuck shadowfell bell peppers into Cress's food - they're toxic here - an admission of trying to poison Cress.
The self-built illusion of safety finally popped for Cress. The veneer of fun faded. Now, she felt a glimmer of fear, and betrayal, towards Dela and Dante. And just when Dela was about to ask Cress for help on something, too.
Cress stopped visiting Dela in the shadowfell after that. She couldn't look at all the gifts Dela had given her over the months, books and baubles and drab clothing that had been drained of all color from being made within the shadowfell, now painful reminders that her brother wanted her dead. Starts to have nightmares about Dela appearing out of the shadows, because Cress found out she was seen as important. Her illusion of safety banked on that she wasn't important to Dela, just a pleasant nuisance. But no, she was important to Dela, so much so that Dela stopped trying to kill her and saw her almost as her own child. Not wholly her child, but close enough. Someone to cherish.
You wanted people afraid of you, Delarosa. You got your wish. The self fulfilling prophecy wins again - alone, for you have scared everyone away who could have helped or loved you. It's safer being alone, after all, in a self inflicted quarantine caused by hurting the first one you loved so severely. The trophy of that hurt sits mocking you above your throne - the wings of the Seelie Queen, Inanna, mounted on the wall after being unfairly torn off. A grim reminder of the hurt you've wrought.
Thinking of that old parable - the scorpion and the frog. Delarosa is the scorpion. Cressidae is the frog. And it breaks Dela's heart that she's ended up hurting the frog - Cress - by her very nature. She warned the frog. She tried.
But is it Dela's very nature that causes her to hurt others? Or something else, hurting her, warping her into its despair? The curse that cracked her gem? Could she break away from it, free herself from that cruel nature?
(I write most of the characters in this story save for Cress and Lady (and Lady's family) who are written by my Partner, and boy the Antics are Anticing)
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gghostwriter · 2 months ago
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Lips of a Gentleman
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Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Part 1 || Future take Summary: A spontaneous museum date alters your relationship with Spencer for the better Trope: Fluff! Just fluff! w.c: 1.2k a/n: This is actually an anon request about going on a museum date with Spencer and interrupting his ramblings with a kiss and I couldn’t help myself so I connected this to ‘Wanted: A Gentleman.’ I also used my favorite painter here as a prop to yap so I hope you like it! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! masterlist
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It was a Saturday afternoon when the BAU team closed a serial killer case in the state of New York. They were called in four nights ago and the stress mixed with a high dose of adrenaline that had run through their veins were on it’s way out of their system, leaving all the members dead to their feet and wishing for much needed rest over the remaining weekend.
“Hotch,” Reid captured his unit chief’s attention as they waited for the remaining members, Morgan and Rossi, to come down from their respective hotel rooms. “I’d like to stay behind, if that’s alright.”
There was a minuscule eyebrow raise from Hotch in question.
“Huh,” Emily mused, a teasing smile appearing on her face. “Funny, there’s also a certain someone that we know—” she gestured to herself and JJ. “—who’s in New York today. Isn’t that right, JJ?”
The blonde profiler let out a laugh. “Yeah, I wonder if that has something to do with Spence staying behind.”
“Well, does it?” Emily lightly elbowed him in jest.
Spencer clears his throat, trying his best to come off casual but utterly failing with his voice going up an octave. “Maybe.”
“It’s the weekend, take your day off,” Hotch conceded. “And Reid, congratulations.”
“For what?”
A tenor voice answered behind him. Morgan, it was Morgan. “For finally getting a girlfriend.”
“Good on you, kid,” Rossi added on, patting his back as he made his way through.
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Locks of hair were escaping your loosely tied bun as you brisk walked to get to the steps of the MET museum. The emergency meeting with suppliers ran a little later than you anticipated making you already fifteen minutes late from your agreed meet up with Spencer.
A smile graced your face as your thoughts settled on the perfect gentleman. It had been a perfect match made by your three friends, Emily, Penelope, and JJ.
A blind date that had gone so great that it blossomed another date and another. This spontaneous one marked as the fifth and it brought to mind the first meeting at the steps of the Smithsonian and Spencer’s chivalrous move of tying your loose shoe lace.
“I’m so sorry for being late,” your voice reaching Spencer’s ears before he spots you adjusting the straps of your falling shoulder bag approaching his form. “The supplier didn’t come on time so I—I’m sorry.”
He rocked on his heels, hands wrapped around his satchel strap. “That’s alright, I just arrived myself.”
You knew it was a lie but appreciated his effort in trying to make you feel better. That was just one of the many things you could see yourself falling for in Spencer. As if you weren’t already halfway there.
“Shall we?” His lips forming a smile, no doubt remembering those were the exact words he said during the first date.
You giggled, echoing the same response. “We shall.”
“So is there a specific section you want to visit first?” Spencer asked as he flashed two admission tickets at the entrance.
“Hm,” you scooted closer to his svelte protective form, avoiding the onslaught of tourists groups excitedly entering. “The gallery of European paintings?”
He smiled and nodded. His left hand hovering near the small of your back, never touching—its’ warmth penetrating the thick layers of your coat and sweater while the gesture made your heart flutter fast like the hummingbird’s wings.
There was comfortable silence in between you. Inconspicuous side glances and shy smiles that say a thousand more words that seemingly can’t or won’t be spoken out loud. The tranquility was a sharp contrast to the bustling and echoing noise all around the museum as guests discuss with their partners the surrounding art and take photos as personal mementos.
Your feet came to a stop in front of your favorite artist’s work. “I always did prefer his work more than Van Gogh.”
Spencer smiled, gaze warm on your side profile as his eyes traced the escaped locks of hair that framed the modern art standing beside him which was you and your expressive face. His fingers, as if hypnotized, reached out to tuck one side that casted a shadow on your feature behind your pinking ear. “Actually, when you look at Klimt’s early landscape paintings, you could see he took inspiration from the Dutch painter.”
“Really?” Your body twisting to face him.
He studied your body language. Arms limp at the sides, open and trusting. Torso slightly leaning forward, attention fully captivated. And eyes wide, twinkling with curiosity. “Yeah, yeah—” he nodded, his own body mimicking yours and its unsaid language. “—and although Klimt’s colors are stronger in contrast, the impact from having viewed Van Gogh’s paintings in his earlier life can be spotted in his brush strokes and painting subjects.”
“Spence, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way but you don’t strike me as an art critic. Is it a side of you that I’m only finding about now?” You teased.
“No,” he laughed, tucking his hands at the front of his jeans to fight the urge to touch you once more. “I read about it.”
“Can you tell me more then?” you further leaned in and whispered. “I bet you’d do a slightly better job than their pre-recorded audio tours.”
Spencer threw his head back and let a few chuckles echo on the walls. Your mind and its clever wit had impressed him since the first date. It was one of the many things he could see falling for in you. That was a half lie. In full truth, it was one of the many things that made him fall for you.
“Well, Klimt’s most expensive painting was previously stolen by the Nazis during WWII when they occupied Austria. Austrian Museum housed it after the war but there was a court battle for it and they had to return it the the family owner. And in 2006, Oprah actually bought it—” your smooth hands cupped his face, bringing his ramblings into a stuttering halt. His heartbeat, nestled within his ribcage, threatening to break from its confines as you stood on your tip toes, leaving a series of small kisses at ends of his mouth before landing on his awaiting lips.
“I—I’m so sorry,” eyes wide as you leaned back from his reach. A move that didn’t widen the gap as his body hunched itself forward, following you in its wake. “I couldn’t resist.”
He answered with a longer kiss, fingers twining with your silky locks of hair that had fascinated him since a while ago. “Don’t be. I’ve been wanting to do that too, I just didn’t know if you’d welcome it.”
You exhaled a giggle, cheeks pink with happiness. “You definitely can, anytime.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” his smile mirrored the euphoria written on your face. If he were to try to describe this very emotion, he’d compare it to walking on cloud nine. To winning a lottery. Or perhaps to finding an invaluable art piece meant just for him.
And while the surroundings were still dull and mundane, there were a burst of colors that splashed Spencer’s world anew as his warm comforting hand now finally found its way to yours and his thumb invisibly painting abstract at the back of your palm.
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reiderwriter · 4 months ago
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🕯 Ring of Fire 🕯
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Pairing: sub!Spencer Reid x dom!Female reader
For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge (sort of lol)
Requested: could you do glasses sub!spencer realizing he has a wax play kink? yk maybe reader accidentally spills her wax melt off her desk at work and it goes on to spencer making him realize he’s into it so the next day he picks up sex wax and he asks her to do it when they get home?
Warnings: BDSM themes, standard case details mentioned, temperature play, wax play, dry humping, thigh riding, hand job, penetrative sex (p in v), overstimulation, implied cream pie, choking, mentions of rope play, sub!Spencer and dom!reader, dumbification/bimbofication.
A/N: This one was just for fun. I literally already crossed off the free space. This is just for shits and giggles. Well. Enjoy?
Masterlist || Bingo Board
“So you're telling me our vic was turned into a candle?” Morgan mused from the corner of the room, frowning down at the new body in front of him. Or at least where the body had been a half hour ago, the only sign remaining being the errant drops of wax strewn about the bed and the caution tape closing your entire crew into the room. 
“Not exactly,” Emily said from the other corner, pulling up a pair of fluffy handcuffs with a pen from her jacket and dropping it into the evidence bag JJ held out to her. 
“So a kinky candle, got it,” you smiled, looking over at the other goodies Emily had uncovered. 
“Morgan, those candles, can you check what kind of wax they are?” Spencer said from the corner, looking up with that look on his face. Half curious, half flipping through the deck of index cards he had stored in the filing cabinet of his brain, looking for the right piece of information. He pushed his glasses up his nose and stared intently over at Morgan, waiting for his answer.
“It says they're organic beeswax candles.”
“There's also some soy candles stored here in the closer, Spencer,” JJ pointed out, waiting, as you all were, for his brain to click the right information into place. 
“The victim seems obviously well versed in BDSM. He seems to be a seasoned submissive, but…” 
“But what?” You asked, trying to distract yourself from the excitement the words submissive coming from Spencer created in you. 
“The melting point of beeswax is 143-149° Fahrenheit. It's unsafe for temperature play, and it would have caused intense pain if not second or third-degree burns on his body. That's why he has the soy candles. Their melting point is as low as 114°. Those are the candles he was expecting.”
The shared looks around the room said that you were all contemplating the implications of his rambling. 
“So that candle isn't part of his collection, but something the unsub bought himself,” Hotch concluded for the team. “Good work, Spencer.”
The room cleared quickly after that, with each team member assigned different roles and tasks to keep the momentum going until it was just you and Spencer left, searching for anything else that could be helpful. He had a keen eye, and you… well, you were great at directing him. 
“That was clever,” you said, pulling on your rubber gloves and getting to work rooting through the kink closet. “With the wax.”
“Thanks,” he said, and something aching and feminine crushed through you as you noted the small stammer in his voice, the hesitant blush on his cheeks.
“You have such a lot of knowledge up there,” you said, tapping your forehead, so he could get the full picture, making sure you had his attention before you dropped to your knees and started your searching. 
“Hmm?” He said, and you knew he wasn't listening anymore. His eyes had glazed over behind those glasses, and even the glare in them couldn't hide that his gaze was entirely on you.
Spencer had always been sharp as a whistle, thinking too much for his own good. Until you had crawled into his bed that first time and convinced him that giving up thinking altogether really was for the best. 
Since then, it really hadn't been all that hard to convince him to turn it off and release that stress. 
“You know a lot about wax, is all,” you said, shrugging him off with a bored look and not bothering to look back at him. You knew that you'd just see a man desperate for your attention staring back at you anyway. 
“It seems like you had experience.”
“Ah, um, no, ahem,” he squeaked, clearing his throat quickly. “No…experience, I just... read about it once?” He was so nervous, he seemed suddenly so unsure of himself.
You finally smiled up at him from your place on the floor, watching him move around trinkets on the victims desk before looking back at you. 
“Good,” you said and stood up, confident that his eyes and thoughts wouldn't leave you now. 
“But if you ever find yourself curious, you know where I’ll be.”
You weren't expecting him to accept your invitation quickly. You'd admitted to yourself that anything remotely case related quite so soon was probably in poor taste. One case opened and closed and then another, and you'd fucked him in countless motel beds and against various walls before he mentioned it again. 
But there came a knock at your door one night, and you knew. 
“Spencer,” you said, smiling as innocently as you could, a little breathy from the quick sprint over to the front door of your apartment. 
“Hi.”
“Hello,” you said, eyes tracing down his body to the traces of fatigue scattered across his body. The shirt sleeves pushed haphazardly up to his elbows, the tie undone, the shirt crumpled. You grinned harder as you saw the bag in his hand. 
“I… I thought we could..”
You softly grabbed his tie and walked back into your apartment, pulling him along with you as he still struggled to find the right words. 
“You thought we could try something new?” You asked. He nodded.
“Is the something new in that bag?” You asked. He nodded again. 
“Is that something new going to make your big cock nice and hard for me?” You asked. He blushed a fierce red and nodded again, as you stepped forward and started stroking him over his pants. 
“You know I want to hear your voice, Spencer. You need to be a good boy or we can't play with your nice new toy.”
“Y-Yes.” He said, eyes already squeezing shut in pleasure as you pressed against him, free hand wrestling his bag from his grip. 
“On the bed. Shirt off, pants off. Leave your underwear on for now, and don't you dare start without me,” you ordered and he quickly ran to obey your orders. After all, he already knew what happened when he didn't listen nicely. 
"Oh, and Spencer?" You said as he paused in the doorway. "Keep the glasses on."
You grabbed the candle out of the bag, finding the box of matches you kept in your kitchen drawers, and stepped out of your own clothes before joining him, the red set you'd donned that day being more than sufficient for teasing him. 
“Look at you, so pathetic for me,” you giggled, as you climbed over him, straddling his thighs as you lit the candle, making sure to avoid his crotch, to avoid giving him any accidental pleasure. 
“Y/N,” he whimpered, hands strewn up above his head, tangling in the sheets. He was so very used to not being able to touch that you didn't even need to tie him up these days. 
As you ground down into his thighs, effectively riding him and pleasuring yourself, he moaned and shook beneath you, the pressure of restraining himself almost unbearable. Almost.
You knew his limits, and he knew his safe word. 
“I think it's ready, my sweet. Shall we sate your curiosity?”
“Yes, yes, please, Y/N,” he whined, as your hand finally found its way to his cock again. 
You held the candle just above his stomach and let a single drop flow out, landing on his abdomen. He twitched and arched his back up, thrusting his cock further into your hand. 
You did it again, and his moans were electric as you rubbed your pussy against him harder, needier than before. 
You covered his stomach and chest in the hot wax as he fucked your hand, your fingers pushing under his underwear to grip his cock, letting him hiss at the skin to skin contact with each spasm.
“Good boy,” you said, but your heart wasn't in it. You were too taken with him, his cute sharp face, his rounded glasses, his lips spread in a delicious moan. You were too desperate for him to truly tease him at that point. You needed your pleasure as well. 
Already soaked from his sounds and his strong thigh, you pushed your red panties to the side and dropped yourself down onto his cock. The only thing stabilizing you at that moment was the hand that had slipped to his neck, your other too busy making sure the candle was upright as you pushed up and down on him, desperate to not ruin your sheets with wax. 
They were already sure to be soaked through after this, but you'd washed cum out of them before. You weren't sure you'd be able to wash hard wax out. 
You took your pleasure in him as he continued to thrust up into you, like an animal in heat that is simply desperate for any release it can get. 
With the wax still hot, you pushed upright and let it drip on him again. 
“Fuck, Y/N…”
“How does it feel?” 
“H-hot. And good. Really good.” He winced, hands covering his face as he held back his orgasm, knowing you gave the orders.
You yourself felt hot. You felt good. And, most importantly, you felt curious. 
“S-Spencer,” you said, leaning down so your lips were practically kissing just below his ear. 
“I want you to burn me.” 
His eyes shot open, his hands racing to cup your ass cheeks as he stilled himself, forcing air in and out of his lungs. 
You put the candle on the nightstand and rolled onto your back, bringing him with you until your legs were wrapped around his waist and his head was pressed between your breasts, aa if startled by the movement and seeking comfort.  
His cock twitched inside you again and you were sure you were close. You just needed to feel him again. 
“Show me, Spencer. Show me what it was that made you so desperate to cum for me,” you whispered, pushing your hips up to meet his, urging him to move. 
Steadily, his hand reached out for the candle and he held it in his hands, moving back to a kneeling position as he got ready to use it. 
You sat yourself up on your elbows and watched as he pushed into you, one hand on your hip, and finally, agonizingly slowly, sent a single drip towards the tops of your breasts. 
“FUCK,” you screamed, grabbing his hand on your hip as you threw your head back onto the pillow. 
It was hot. It was so hot you thought for sure it'd burn right through you, but it felt good. 
You looked to the wax on your breast as he let another drip fall out and decorate the other. 
Your hips twitched, you pushed upwards and you came on his cock, whimpering and moaning just like he had done earlier.
“Good job… Good boy,” you panted as he let another drip go, never content to leave you with just a single orgasm if he himself hadn't cum yet. 
He thrust harder and harder as he put the candle down, pushing his nose into the crook of your neck and nuzzling in there. His glasses were an uncomfortable weight at your shoulder blade, but you welcomed the pain.
“Thank you,” he repeated, again and again, until you were certain it was the only thing he could remember, his hands tracing the bumps of wax over your body. 
You did the same, stroking his stomach as you grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to you. 
He came with a grunt, and you pushed him onto your back and rode out his orgasm as you chased your second, letting it crash through you moments later. 
Collapsing onto his chest, you let his hands wrap around you, pulling you in, ever as you were aware of the uncomfortable notches of hard wax decorating both of you. 
“Soy wax, right?” You asked, catching your breath. He nodded. 
“It washes off, right?” You asked. He nodded, blinking his eyes open again and staring at you quickly. 
He sealed your mouth against his ans held you tenderly there for a second before pulling you up into a sitting position, cock still warmed in your cunt. 
“We should go and find that out,” he said, shyly nodding towards your bathroom as you smiled and grinned straight back at him. 
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babygorewhore · 4 months ago
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•You’re lime green jello and you can’t even admit it to yourself•
Summery: Spencer Reid finally shows the BAU his girlfriend at dinner. They can’t believe how such a shy, nerdy guy pulled a famous goth playboy bunny model. After you tease him relentlessly, he has to show you exactly who’s in charge.
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Warnings! Reader is Jennifer check coded! Dom/Sub dynamic! Pussy slapping! Choking! Degrading! Praise! Oral! Fem receiving! Unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Multiple orgasms! Sir! Kink!
“Relax, kid. We’re not gonna eat her.” Derek Morgan nudged Spencer with a muscular elbow and the younger male sighed, puffing his cheeks out.
“I know but-I’m just not sure she’s gonna fit in.” Spencer responded and Emily prentiss rolled her eyes across from him.
“Reid, just because she’s your first girlfriend doesn’t mean you need to be sweating bullets.”
“She’s not my first-okay maybe she’s my first official girlfriend,” Spencer admitted.
His team surrounded him at the round table as they watched the clock at the restaurant. A welcome break after chasing unsubs every week.
The entrance opened and Spencer turned to see you walk through the doors. You were carrying a pink purse. Your polished chunky boots tapped the floor, black short skirt and black tank top hovered above your belly button ring. A g white string peeking out in the corners. Your skin was littered with tattoos and your hair was nearly braided in two.
Your makeup was flawless and sealed with bold lipstick. You saw Spencer and gave him a brilliant smile.
“Holy hell, kid. Your girlfriend is the playboy bunny model?” Derek breathed out your actual name and Spencer ducked his head with a dimpled grin.
“Wow, Spence. She’s gorgeous.” JJ admired as you confidently stepped to the table.
You leaned down, planting yourself onto Spencer’s lap and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Pressing your lips to his cheek, “Mmm, hi baby! Missed so much during the shoot. God, you look so salty.” You mused and ran your hand through his curls.
“Salty?” Derek parroted as he watched you make yourself comfortable.
“It’s um her way of saying a compliment.” Spencer chuckled as you scrunch your nose and gave him a little pout. “Awww, why are you all shy? Is this your team?” You whisper in his ear, causing goosebumps on his skin.
“Yeah! This is agent Derek Morgan, Agent Jennifer Jareau who we call JJ, Emily Prentiss and Penelope Garcia is coming back now.” He nervously stated and you squealed when you saw Garcia walking towards the table.
“Hi! I love your outfit! It’s so fun!” You stuck out your hand for the blonde to shake.
“Thank you! Spencer Reid, you didn’t tell us that your girlfriend was THE playboy model!” Spencer sputtered as Garcia rambled to Derek about how you revolutionized being a goth model but you smirked a little watching their chemistry.
“Are they like…together?” You whispered in Spencer’s ear and he turned to answer but you kissed him quickly.
“You fell for it again! God, Spencer…you’re so gullible!” You giggle and swing up from his legs.
You reach down and grab Emily’s hand, shocking the brunette. “I’m like totally tired from my shoot. Come with me to order? I want to get to know Spencer’s coworkers.”
Emily casts Spencer a look, signaling confusion and slight fear but she holds your ringed fingers as she takes you to the window to place an order.
“Damn, man. She’s got you wrapped around her little finger.” Derek scoffed and Garcia smacked his chest.
“Shut it, hot stuff. Our pretty boy scored a supermodel and we’re gonna be happy for him.”
“I am happy for him, baby girl but-“ She proceeded to pinch his lips shut with her fingers and Spencer chuckled as you returned with a soda hand in hand with Emily.
You quirked an eyebrow, “Shut up! You were totally talking about me when I left weren’t you?”
“I-No! I was just-“
“Don’t play coy with me Mr. Reid!” You tease and move next to him. Spencer’s cheeks flush bright red as you set your hand on his slim thigh.
“God, isn’t he so fucking hot?” You coo at him and his teammates glance around.
“Should we give you two some privacy?” JJ offers and you laugh.
“No, it’s fine. I don’t think Spencer’s used to all the compliments I give him. I’m obsessed with him.” You extend your neck to the side, showing a necklace with a S initial on it.
“I wear his letter proudly.”
The dinner went on with you preening and doting on Spencer as he quietly spoke. His team joined in conversation as you all ate the meal before you. When it was time to leave, you wrapped your hand around Spencer’s bicep as you both stood.
“Is it still okay for me to stay the night with you? My driver just brought me straight here.”
Spencer nodded. “Yeah, of course. Do you need anything before we go to my apartment?”
You shake your head and nuzzle into his shoulder. “Mmmm, no. Just need you.”
“Oh, shit.” Garcia smirked at your tone and Spencer flicked his hair out of his face.
“I’ll see you guys later.” He waved at his coworkers and led you silently to his car. As he opened the passenger seat, he hovered his lips above your ear.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself, Angel. Because when we get home, I’m gonna have to teach you something.”
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You nervously stepped through his apartment door and you felt Spencer’s hands massage your shoulders. “Did you enjoy that? Treating me like some sort of lost puppy?” His voice was soft but held a familiar authority.
You turn your head, “I was just messing around-“
“Shhh, see there’s just no use in excuses. Didn’t we talk about that? About what happens when you act like that in public?” You heard him unbuckle his belt. “I get to show you who controls the leash.”
You felt pressure and leather around your throat causing you to moan. Your panties dampened as Spencer led you into the bedroom. His curtains were pulled shut and his dozens of books neatly adorned shelves. He cupped your jaw tightly from behind, “It’s kinda funny actually, everyone thinks that I’m some sort of weak little boy when it comes to you but if only they knew how most of the time,” he pushes you chest down on the bed your ass sticking up while he still holds the belt.
“I make you my little slut.”
You whine and your chest squeezes inside your bra as he tightens hold of the leather. “Now, are you too choked out to remember how this works? Or do you need a reminder on how to use your words?” His volume remained low and steady.
“I’m sorry, sir! I’m so sorry, sir!” You whine and attempt to free yourself but Spencer wasn’t having it.
He wasn’t a large man by any means but he was stronger than he looked. He pulled down your skirt, showing your thong and ass. He clicked his tongue and gave it a squeeze.
“It’s really a shame you had to be such a brat, baby. Otherwise I would have worshiped you like a princess.” He sighed. “But unfortunately, you had to act like that.”
Your core fluttered as you felt him flip you over, landing you on your back as he pulled back the belt. Spencer’s brown eyes were almost black with lust as he admired his handy work. “Spread your legs.” He ordered.
You obeyed and exposed your lopsided panties. Spencer ran his fingers along your cunt, gathering the growing wetness before he gave you pussy a slap. You jolted but he only slapped it harder.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it, bunny. You knew exactly what was going to happen. You wanted to push my buttons, hmm?” Spencer mused as you squirmed as he continued smacking your cunt.
“I’m-sorry-sir!” You whimpered between his punishing slaps. Spencer tilted his head and pursed his lips in mock consideration.
“I think you know exactly how to make this up to me. Are you going to be a good bunny and take it for me? Are you going to-“ He noticed your eyes squeezed shut, “Open your eyes and look at what you did!” His sudden increase of voice made a tingle run down your spine. He never yelled.
“Do you think this is a game?” You shook your head but he nodded. “Oh, you do. You know the rules. You don’t get to put your mouth on me. The rest of the night.”
You gasp as Spencer finally tears away your thong, tossing it in the corner and he pulls you to the edge of the bed.
“For such a brat, you have such a fuckin pretty pussy.” He groaned and knelt on the floor. You threw your head back as he buried his face in your pussy.
His tongue worked you over deeply, he had memorized your body perfectly and his hands held your knees apart. Spencer lapped at your cunt and clit like a man starved as your vision went white.
“Fuck, mmmm, Spencer! I’m gonna cum-“ You breathe and Spencer moans into your pussy.
“Cum for me. Cum on my face.” Your stomach uncoils but he doesn’t stop there.
Spencer manhandles you on your hands and knees, his chin glistening with your arousal. He yanked down his pants and boxers, his dick throbbing so hard he felt like he was going to explode. “I don’t even have to jerk myself off before I fuck you. I love it when you act like a whore.” He hisses as he shoves into your cunt.
You cry out and he sticks his fingers in your mouth.
“Yeah? You’re screaming already? So desperate you’re gonna cum again before I do.” He taunts as he thrusts into you with wild force. Your hands keep yourself upright on the mattress and you grip the blankets.
“Spencer, god, i needed it so bad! I like making you jealous.” You admit and Spencer pulls out his fingers from your lips.
“Yeah and it worked. Now, I’m going to breed you and plug up my cum. Then no one will ever wonder who you belong to.” His filthy words send you over the edge again and you cream on his dick. You roll your hips against him and Spencer empties his cum in your cunt.
He grunts heavily in your ear as he fucks you through your orgasm. His cock twitching as he sits back. He pulls you onto his lap, your back pressed against his chest.
“Come on, doll. You can give me more. You’re going to be a good girl now, right?” He huffs and you moan.
“Yes, sir! I promise!” Your eyes filled with tears as pleasure overwhelms you.
“Bounce on it. You want to act like you’re in charge? Bounce on my dick like the slut you are.” He growls and you obey him. Your tits bounce as you ride his dick, your third climax approaching quickly.
“I’m just going to make you cum over and over again until you’re brainless. Only able to say Yes, sir.” You mewl as you spill onto his cock again, your skin burning with lust as your body trembles. Your cunt slipping easily as Spencer makes you continue to stay on.
“You should have thought of that. Now, you’re going to watch me jerk off and you’re going to sit on one of your little toys.”
You wanted to protest but you knew it was the price to pay. Making him lime green jello definitely had consequences.
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princessbrunette · 7 months ago
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stepbro john b with a nympho reader? :PP
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you’re openly ravenous, and it kills him. any other guy would be thrilled to have a girl as hot as you flaunting herself round in a bikini all day, throwing yourself at him. but john b had a good heart, although lead astray the brunette was often set on doing the right thing. what he thought would be the responsible thing to do, and despite jj’s constant goading — that didn’t entail boning his little step-sister.
“you ain’t never watched step porn? the fuck do you even search on pornhub, bro — holding hands? love making?” the blonde scoffs as he leans his elbows against the rickety wooden barrier, casting his fishing line over it.
“i don’t really watch— ugh, whatever. i can’t do that. it’s tempting, oh trust me — i am incredibly tempted, but… i was left in charge of her, okay? i—i can’t just take advantage of her like that. she’s probably just all messed up because both our parents left us for dead.” john b sighs, shaking his head out at the open still water. jj squints at him for a moment like he’s dumb before checking his own rod.
“take advantage of her? dude she’s practically offerin’ it up n’dangling it infront of your face. you know what i say? you just take the risk, show her how a real man does it, tell her enough with the slutty little girl games. s’what i’d do anyway.” he shrugs hypothetically.
“really jj? thats what you’d do?” john b blinks, deadpanned as he glances at his best friend, barely entertaining his rambling.
“sure would. look if you’re not gonna swoop on that shit i hope you don’t mind me tryin’ that door. she’s hot, man.”
the idea of jj trying you out didn’t sit well with john b. the way you acted sometimes was like you were famished, starved for dick, like it was your life line and your step brother was the only one who could save you. jj oddly had a way with ladies, he was brutish and pogueish and the girls knew he fucked rough and dirty. john b can’t see you resisting that, especially as you know it’ll get to him.
that’s why he walks straight into your bedroom with all the confidence in the world, and loses it the second you turn and look him in the eye.
“okay.” is all he says and you furrow your brows, already slinking towards him like there were magnets attached to the two of you.
“okay what, john b?” you tilt your head. everything you did, every little move and micro expression you made seemed to be a seduction tactic. a spell that couldn’t be broken because he was just a simple minded guy that thought with his dick at the end of the day.
“uh…” he lifts a hand up to scratch the back of his head and you take the opportunity to eye him, delighted to see that he was already half hard from the thoughts running through his mind. “yeah this was… not my finest idea aaaand, i didn’t really think this through—” he starts to talk, and momentarily distracted you take his tanned hand, pulling it to cup your cunt. “uh— so… that’s your pussy.” he deadpans obviously, lost for words.
you grin and nod, eyes fluttering when his muscle memory kicks in and his slides a thumb over your covered clit, nothing but the material of your bikini bottoms separating you. “nothin’ gets passed you, big bro.” you tease, pushing your body closer to him.
“so this step-sibling… conundrum… really doesn’t bother you. like, at all?” he clarifies, big brown eyes locked in on your lips as you stand on your tiptoes, breath now mingling and lips just nearly grazing his.
“uh-uh. s’not like we’re related.” you reason, and when it comes from your sweet voice he can’t argue.
“jesus.” he sighs into your mouth, practically sharing oxygen at this point. “you know what? fuck it.” he takes the leap, pressing his mouth to yours as to which you let out a delighted squeal, immediately jumping up on him, wrapping your legs around his waist.
“we’re gonna have so much fun, john b.” you muse, almost happy to a sinister degree as you wrap your arms around his neck. he blinks up at you, guilty but sinfully aroused and presses his bulge between your split legs.
“thats the plan.”
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glittersparks · 25 days ago
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after a long hiatus I’m so game for a discord saltburn roleplay, please someone gimme! I’ve got hella muse for Felix Catton but I’m happy to double up as anyone else to add a bit of spice. please only 18+, I’m fully lit and I tend to write at least two paragraphs if not more because I’m a sucker for detail (and I ramble) I also only write in third person, and prefer mxf with myself playing the male because for some reason I suck being a girl. so if I match your vibe hit me up and we can get brainstorming my lovelies.
also if anyone wants to give me a outerbanks roleplay I’d adore you, I’ve been dying to play either a JJ, John B or Rafe!
or we could do something based loosely off the whole outerbanks plot with our own babies.
much love xo
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obxone · 1 year ago
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Marmoris (Chapter Nine)
Edited-ish. ~1.2k words.
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You laugh at JJ’s lame attempt to flirt with you. He had called to tell you the rest of the pogues knew after Kiara told them he had kissed you earlier that day. Now he is throwing out pickup lines even though he knows he does not need to. Research was his answer when you questioned him. The last one about a parking ticket has your stomach muscles aching from how hard you are laughing.
“Keep laughing." He attempts to threaten you, but you can hear the smile in his voice.
“What are you going to do about it?”
He chuckles. “You’ll see, you forget I know where you live and work, Baby.”
“JJ,” you sigh, closing your eyes at him calling you baby.
“Get used to it, Princess,” he muses. “You’re my girlfriend now.”
“Take it easy on me J, I haven’t been in a relationship in over a year.”
He pauses before you hear him blow out a breath. “Do you trust me?”
You weigh your response before smiling a little. You do. JJ is different, he is special, and sometimes you feel like you are the only one that sees it. “Yes.”
“Good, because this is going to work, and you will be set free again.”
It is silent for a moment, and you find yourself picking at the threading on your comforter. You open your mouth to thank him and make sure he understands how much his help means to you, but you do not get a chance.
“Hey!” Sarah enters your room and dives into your bed, snuggling up against the mountain of pillows.
“Is that Sarah?” He asks.
“Yes.”
“Tell her I said hi.”
“Who are you talking to?” Sarah asks, leaning in to listen. You shove her away, almost knocking her off the bed. She gasps, swatting at your hand, and you giggle.
“What is going on?” JJ asks.
“She is being nosy,” you supply with a giggle. “She doesn’t know anything.”
“She doesn’t know?!” He asks, and you can hear both the amusement and shock in his voice. “I thought twins told each other everything. Are you guys really twins? This is making me question everything you’ve told me, Princess.”
You cut off his frantic playful rambling. “We do, but a boyfriend is a big thing.”
“Oh my god, you have a boyfriend?” Sarah yells, smacking one of your pillows against your legs. You glance at her before groaning.
“I have to go.”
He laughs loudly, “Good luck.”
“Yep,” you huff and hang up before locking your phone. You peek at Sarah, and she is grinning ear to ear. A text from JJ pings, and you cannot deny the blush coloring your cheeks. He is bold and way too flirty now that you are fake dating.
Sarah reaches across, squeezing your forearm desperately. “Tell me!”
“Tell you what?”
“Excuse me? I have to meet and terrorize him!” She plops into the pillows beside you, but you lock your phone and tuck it under your legs. “Sibling code!”
“Not happening.”
“Come on! This is a huge step-”
“Sarah,” you huff and glance over at her. She pauses, picking up on the shift in your attitude.
“What?”
You shrug. “It’s not what you think.”
“Then what is it?”
Groaning, you roll onto your side and study your twin for a moment. This news is going to blow her out of the water, and you are nervous to share yet another change in your life. “It’s JJ Maybank.”
“Excuse me?!”
“I’m dating JJ.”
Her mouth falls open, and you sigh, closing your eyes briefly. “How? Since when?”
“After that day at the beach, we both agreed that we felt something and decided to give it a shot. I’m dipping my toes back into living again, so why not add a boyfriend to the mix? And it has only been a few days, so breathe.”
“But JJ?”
You shrug. “He gets me. And he’s a decent guy if you really think about it.”
She ponders for a moment before making a noise and nodding her head. “I’m happy for you.”
“Thank you, but Dad and Rose can’t know.”
She grins, squeezing your hand. “Your secret is safe with me.”
You grin at her. “Guess you’ll have to get used to being around the pogues more.”
She shrugs. “I can deal with that.”
You smile, thinking about her and John B and how JJ’s crazy idea might work. You both are startled by a knock on the bedroom door and sit up to see your dad.
“Girls?”
“Dad,” Sarah grins, leaning into your side. Several more pings sound from your phone, and she giggles, but you elbow her sharply. “Ow!”
“What are you two up to?” He asks.
“Nothing,” you offer, glancing behind him as Wheezie passes by. “Wheez!”
“Yes?” She asks, peering at you under his arm.
“Movie night?” You ask, hoping to divert the attention. “Sister movie night?”
She beams at you. “Yes!”
“Great, I’ll order pizza for you guys!” Your dad grins and digs his phone out of his pocket as he heads back downstairs. He is likely pleased you would both be home tonight and spending time with the youngest Cameron sibling like old times. You exhale a breath and look at Sarah, who is grinning at you knowingly.
“Let’s go!” Wheezie waves you both towards the staircase.
“Go pick the movie, and we’ll be right down,” Sarah offers.
“I nix To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before or Pitch Perfect!” You yell after her, and her laughter filters into the room along with the sound of her running down the stairs. “And the sequels!”
Your phone pings and you grab it before Sarah can.
“No,” you warn her and clutch it to your chest as you roll out of bed and head towards the door. “Let’s go! Wheezie will pick one we’ve seen thousands of times if we take too long.”
“Fine,” she mutters, shoving your comforter off her legs. “But we are NOT done talking about this.”
You fight back smiling, and lead the way down the stairs. Sarah splits off to the kitchen to make popcorn and grab sodas as you pull out various blankets for you all to use.
“What did you pick?”
“Dirty Dancing.”
You grin at Wheezie, hugging the mass of blankets to your chest. “This is why you are my favorite little sister Wheez.”
“I’m you’re only little sister.”
You wink at her before pulling her down into the sectional with you. “Still my favorite.”
“Here’s popcorn,” Sarah plops the bowl in Wheezie’s lap while handing you a Dr. Pepper before falling into the space on your other side right as Wheezie hits play.
You ignore the next ping, but Sarah openly stares at you to taunt you.
“Stop it,” you glare at her.
“Stop what?” She asks, shoving popcorn in her mouth. “I am not doing anything.”
“Right,” you mutter before silencing your phone. “And you're a natural blonde.”
Sarah laughs, and you roll your eyes, telling Wheezie to ignore her antics as the opening number begins to play.
(Chapter 10)
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felicitysmoaksx · 23 days ago
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So hypocritical here. If I had another fic where Sarah gets hurt would that be overkill? (Lowkey I have a scene living rent free in my head right now and it involves a Sarah Whump.)
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roguexpogue · 9 months ago
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💋 kie
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Kie knew how to shut him up. He was rambling on anxiously how they were going to get to the others in time. JJ had to calm down, and Kiara kissing his lips did just that. "I take it you have an idea."
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soulsxng · 1 year ago
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I got hit with the sudden urge to do Tank/DPS/Support/Healer for the muses yesterday, and so that's what we're doing now, strap in y'all. (Just 10 at a time though, because god knows I'm gonna end up rambling about some of them longer than I meant to, and if I did all of them at once it would be the length of a soccer field or something)
Jaspern - Pure DPS; phys (He does fight with a big fuck off scythe, so midrange usually) with a little magic-- usually death oriented magic that has the added benefit of a slow but constant strength sapping effect on those it hits.
JJ - DPS/slight support; phys (He fights with his dual-bladed spear, Ahzeel more often than not these days, but is a nightmare with just about any weapon in his hand), uses more magic than Jas does, though that's usually for the support side than outright attacking.
Ber - Support/Healer; doesn't really like being part of a fight, so he will bubble himself at the back of the battlefield, and just focus on buffing and healing his comrades. Side note, but just because he's not a DPS, that doesn't mean he can't DPS. Piss him off too much, and he'll be insta-casting about 50 meteors at the back of your head in 2 seconds flat.
Melchior - Tank/Healer; my dude really is like a weird sort of paladin. Technically, I feel like he doesn't have the defense stat to be a full-on tank, but he's that type that doesn't want to have anyone else on his team get hurt, and he can mitigate damage with his healing easily enough, so here he is. Making himself the tank anyway. Damage is phys/magic balanced.
Eluvias - DPS/Tank; Luvi goes absolutely berserk in a fight, which is why DPS is primary. He pretty much just leaps at whatever is attacking, and starts shredding regardless of if he's taking damage too or not. That's evidently why he could also be a tank. Even if he's hurt, it's like he doesn't notice it, he just keeps going until he legitimately can't. Technically he can use magic, but usually he gets so carried away with the physical side that he forgets to even use it unless he's really in trouble.
Zahine - Healer/DPS OR, pure DPS. Zai is pretty much the healer with a gun meme. Usually he'll stick to just healing, and will pick people off with magic-based DPS here and there...but man. MAN. If he goes pure DPS it's because he's angry, and then whoever is against him is better off just running away, because he's not above fighting dirty, and he's completely ruthless. Especially when the charming powers start coming out-- that's when even Io and Luvi (Or Pythius, in the few times that he's fought alongside Zahine) just take a big step back and let Zahine do his thing.
Orin - Pure support; they really couldn't fight well to save their life (literally, in this case), still, they actually are capable of using quite a bit of magic that can protect allies, or essentially debuff opponents. Baby doesn't wanna fight though, so please don't make them.
Vanyllo - DPS/occasional Support (surprisingly); his main focus is always going to be DPS, but if things are going south, he's trained pretty extensively to be able to use his magic for all kinds of different traps/ensnarements, so he'll dip into support sometimes, too. Can also use magic that limits opponents range of sight and that sort of thing.
Darrow - Tank/DPS; one of his domains is protection, after all! Aro knows how to take a hit just as well as he knows how to draw (and keep) an enemy's attention on him, to keep some of the heat off of his allies. On top of that though, he's very accurate with both sword, as well as fang and claw, so the amount of "critical" strikes that he tends to land on his foes means that he has a pretty high overall damage output too. Primarily phys damage, but he tends to bolster that with fox fire and divine damage, as well.
Eleare - Tank; another one that might be surprising. Most of the reasoning is just because they feel it's easiest to control the flow of battle from that position, but another reason is that Eleare has a lot of magical abilities that create barriers for themselves, can diffuse or weaken some magics, etc. So they're pretty tough to land consistent damage on. Most of their damage is more close-ranged magic, but they're not shy about getting more physical with their claws or fangs, instead. Or, what usually happens, is that they just shift into a massive fox/dragon/hawk/what-have-you, and they just go ham like that.
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hstoryhuh-a · 1 year ago
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@jaymaybnk send me a 🍓 and ill compliment u!
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oh my goodness. okay. here we go.
i absolutely love reading your threads. you have such an understanding of your muses ( especially jj ) - it's as though i can hear the voice in my head, i can see them doing whatever you say they're doing. the detail that you put into your writing, whether that be whatever they're saying or their actions - you can see it, you can hear it. you do such a phenomenal job, i'm just always amazed.
we've talked in the tags a bit and you're so wonderful. i can't wait to write more with you and talk more, and build stories together. i'm sorry for rambling! but you deserve all the praise.
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youaremyhome · 2 years ago
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Pieces of the Night: Mars is Bright Tonight
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Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, DARK. Read at your own risk!
Notes: 4.4k words. Part 4!! starting to get darker, mind the tags ppl :)
The sun softly warms the top of your knees, arms wrapped around your legs as you sit on the lounge chair. Your bedroom sliding door is still open to let in the breeze. Heaving out a sigh, your mind moves sluggishly as you think back to last night.
After the group had led you back to the safety of the bonfire, you apologized for the scene you had caused. They refused to accept it, saying Rafe made a scene wherever he went. Still, you turned quiet as you looked for your sister. Lauren had been busy in the dunes with a kook and had missed the whole confrontation. Thank God for small miracles, you didn’t need her to be front row of your chaos.
Clearly, you had misjudged Rafe. You've heard he’s mean, but you had this annoying habit of seeing the good in everyone. That first night of meeting him had been nice. He was a bit of an asshole, but he had listened to you ramble and you thought he was sweet. My God, how wrong you were. You cried all last night once in bed. You would relax for a moment before remembering the picture he had of you, making you sob all over again.
But with the rising sun to cast light, so had your mind.
If Rafe did share that picture, you can report it as revenge porn, then he would be the one in trouble. You refuse to cower from a picture he had taken without your consent and try to hold it as blackmail. You would flip it on him just as quickly. Though, that didn’t make you any less shameful, feeling so stupid for having slept with him in the first place, for accepting that coke so easily.
Now that you're analyzing that night with wider eyes, you think maybe it wasn’t coke. At least, not fully. You had never felt that way with coke before. A more lightness, a feeling like you were drunk on drugs instead of liquor. You reason that it must’ve been cut with something else, giving you a bad high.
The only problem you’re stuck on is if you should tell anyone. Your friends? Lauren? The school?
The only ones to know the truth are the pogues, but you don’t want to involve them in your newfound drama. Rafe was probably right; they won’t want to do anything with you now.
A chirp of your phone interrupts your spiraling thoughts. A text from an unsaved number.
Hey, it's Sarah, do you wanna talk about last night?
Relief washes over you like cool water. Selfishly, you accept the lifeline Sarah has waved to you.
Yes please lol come over?
Your family is down at the beach and you blamed a headache for staying back. You burn a hole in the hardwood floors pacing for half an hour until Sarah texts that she’s here. Running down to the door you're greeted with a pleasant surprise as you look out to the driveway.
The brown van is parked crooked and filing out is all five of them. JJ waves his arm back and forth dramatically, smiling and bellowing your name.
JJ’s spirit makes you smile, leaning over the railing and waving back, beckoning them up. When they’re climbing the stairs, the rumble of an engine automatically turns your attention to the road. A truck drives past, slower than normal. You think it must be another tourist looking for their rental house.
Once they climb up the numerous stairs, Pope supports a hand against a pillar.
“Is it really necessary to climb mount Everest every time you come here?”
“No. There’s an elevator.” You smile innocently.  
“That’s mean,” Pope whines.
“Sorry about them, they’re kinda a package deal. Should’ve warned you.” Sarah rolls her eyes fondly.
“That’s ok, they’re pretty funny.”
You lead them inside, hearing the oohs and awws over the house. 
“Holy kook,” Pope wonders out loud.
Your face gets hot with embarrassed annoyance, you don’t want to be considered a kook if Rafe is one. Not wanting any more association with him than you already have. You skip over Pope's musing and sit on the couch with them.
“Soo… last night…” Sarah starts.
“Sucked! I hate when those kooks crash the party. It’s our side of the island.” JJ interrupts.
“I think Sarah was talking about what happened with Rafe and Y/N.” John B says.
“Oh, yeah. That. That sucked too. I mean for sure it did for you.” JJ gestures his long arms to you. “Who would sleep with Rafe anyway?”
Kie reprimands JJ with low mutterings while Sarah hits his knee. John B covers for him. “What JJ means is that everyone knows what a prick Rafe is. Just surprising someone as nice as you did.”
“How did that happen anyways?” Sarah pipes up. “Sorry to ask but my brother is crazy.”
You tell them the full story, unlike the version you had given your girlfriends, feeling a bit better knowing at least someone knows the truth. That Rafe won’t be able to hold it over your head with them.
“He must’ve taken that picture when I was sleeping, I never would’ve let him if I was awake.” You shrug lamely, that hot ball of fire of anxiety flaring in the uncomfortable silence. Sarah reaches over to place a hand on your knee, a comforting smile on her face.
“What a fucking creep.” JJ spits out, it looks like he wants to punch something. “We gotta delete that picture off his phone.”
“Yeah!” Pope exclaims. “We could break into Tannyhill and get ahold of it. Or better yet, break it.”
John B perks up like a puppy. “Sarah, you could get us in, right?”
“Of course, I know where he hides the key to his room.”
“No, no, please, don’t –” This feels like it's not the first time they’ve impulsively schemed before.
“Let’s do it tonight –”
“Perfect!”
“Me and JJ can –”
“No!” You yell.
Everyone’s head snaps at you, shocking even yourself when you realize you’re standing.
“Don’t you want that picture deleted?” Kie asks, tone condescending and face one of disgust.
“Of course, I do!” Anxiety fizzes at your chest, your arms crossing tightly across your chest. “But I don’t want you guys to get in trouble for me. This is my mistake; I can fix it myself.”
“We can’t just let him hold onto it; he could send it to anyone! Show anyone!” JJ panics.
“Let us help you,” Pope says in a gentle tone.
You’re shaking your head stubbornly as they talk over each other. “No. I can’t ask that of you guys. I’ll figure something out.”
They don’t easily back down you find, which in other circumstances you would appreciate. After more arguing and denying their help, they eventually give in with forlorn faces. It’s awkward and you look out the windows.
“Anyone wanna teach me how to surf?”
After trial and error, you finally get to ride the wave without falling off. It only took you three hours. You scream in victory, pumping your arms which unstable you, and slip into the water. Laughing as you come back up, you’re pushed right back down by JJ and John B ambushing you, lifting you back to hold you like a trophy. You can’t stop laughing as everyone cheers.
Breathless, you trudge out of the water and flop down next to Sarah. The others stay with the waves. Their lessons distracted you from your current situation and you genuinely had fun head barreling into cold waves again and again.
“My body is going to hurt tomorrow; I just know it.” You sigh lightly. “Totally worth it though.”
Sarah smiles at you, and after a moment of looking at you knocks her shoulders with yours. “I just wanted to say… I’m sorry about Rafe. Our family doesn’t know where he came from, I think he was switched at birth.”
You sigh deeper this time. “You don’t have to be sorry.”
“I know but being on the end of Rafe’s wrath isn’t fun. Trust me, I’ve experienced it one too many times.” You see sincere worry etched on her face. “Just…try and avoid him if you can.”
You slowly bob your head along in agreement, eyebrows shooting up to look at her. “Like the plague.” You say seriously.
Sarah’s lips press together in a smile before giggles ring out as you lean into each other. Comparing Rafe to other diseases and disasters with Sarah until your stomach hurts from laughter.
Shared laughter in times of pain feels better than crying alone.
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The swoosh of the glass door opening has you arousing from a deep sleep. Surfing had exhausted you, so you’re slow to realize that someone is crawling into bed with you.
“Lauren?” Your eyes are still closed as you're curled onto your side. She has the tendency to come into your room during the night if she’s had a nightmare and sleep with you. The bed dips and sways with the gentle movement, but she doesn’t answer. “You’re such a baby, what nightmare did you have now?” You sleepily ask, turning onto your back to look at her.
A scream scratches at your throat, but the sound gets trapped by a hand.  
Above you is Rafe. Strands of hair shadow his eyes, his hand pressing your head to the pillow. Too shocked to do anything but blink up at him, your heart’s a hummingbird as it rams at the cage of your ribs. His blue eyes are steady as they stare at you, motionless like marble, just his chest expanding with each breath. It's silent as your eyes bounce along his face, from his set jaw to the straining tendons of his neck.
It's a limbo of eye contact, yours swimming with fearful tears as he barely blinks. Finally, Rafe inches his head down, nose skimming your cheek, the tip nudging at your healing cut. It circles to the apple of your cheek, tickling your peach fuzz as he makes his way to your ear.
A heavy inhale, then a groan. Rafe whispers your name.
Your body comes back to life, ankles kicking up into the air, struggling to open your mouth wider to scream. It’s easy for Rafe to grip your jaw tightly, the heel of his other hand pressing at the hollow of your shoulder as fingers curl in to anchor you down. His beautiful sharp features are pinched in anger, pink lips hidden in a thin line.
“Did you think I wouldn’t come for you, little angel?” His voice is a husk of a whisper, short nails grooving their way in the soft flesh of your cheeks.
You squeal in pain, in fear as you see violent desire burn in his eyes. There’s no anger overclouding you this time, no clever idea coming to mind. Just the pang of your heart as you realize you're entirely alone with him.
It doesn’t stop you from fighting. Balling your hands and hitting at his chest, forcing your elbows to straighten to push at his face. Rafe scowls, leaning his weight on his hand over your mouth, your teeth painfully grinding at the inside of your mouth as his other hand wrestles to take both your wrists. You push and push, moving as fast and hard as you can but it takes Rafe a minute to ensnare your wrists and pin them over your head.
He pants out loud, hard gusts of air while boring down on you. Fingers squeezing your wrists hard enough to where you feel skin move and glide over the bone, chafing together. You struggle not to make any noise, so he doesn’t get the satisfaction of knowing he’s hurting you.
“No pogues to save you here,” Rafe smiles cruelly. Your eyes don’t hold back the disdain you feel, a muffled grunt tickling his palm when you arch and throw your body back. “Your little tantrums aren’t going to work.” He responds, twisting at your wrists to make you cry out. “Now… are you going to be nice and quiet?”
His forceful hold on your mouth pulls on your face, forcing you to nod up and down. Rafe smiles wide with a condescending coo. “Good girl.”
Ever so slowly, he relives the pressure on your mouth. As much as you want to scream for help, you stay quiet knowing he can simply overpower you. You’ll have to wait for a better chance to escape.
Rafe waits, his hand at the ready for any small sound you’d make. You refuse to speak. He’s the one that broke into your room, surely, he can start the conversation he so desperately wants to have. You force yourself to look bored, though your body is rigid with fear and primed for flight.
Rafe half smiles. “You know… if you needed surfing lessons you could’ve just asked me.”
Your flat expression breaks. “Have you been stalking me?”
You don’t know why you’re surprised, after all, he knew where your rental was and broke in, but knowing he watched from afar is somehow more disturbing.
“Yeah, watched those pogues put their hands all over you, dirtying you with their touch.” His free hand strokes gently on your jawline to your chin, fingers drafting over your throat, a light press to the divot between your collarbones. The touch warrants unwanted goosebumps, you can feel the strength he holds back.
There are a couple of options you have right now.
You can interrogate him on why he’s here? How does he know where to find you? Is he going to delete that picture? You’d waste your breath however, Rafe could easily dodge them.
You can beg him to get off you, pout and cry to appeal to a softer, more rational side of him. You seriously doubt Rafe is ever rational.
They led to the same position – with him over you and in control.
One option left.
“I loved the way they touched me.”
Getting him angry.
And it’s so easy.
His blue eyes darken as he squints, teeth revealing themselves as his upper lip curls, lowering his face close to you again. His anger is near boiling as he opens his mouth to retaliate but with satisfaction, you steamroll over him.    
“Especially when JJ did. Had a much better time with them than with you and that shitty coke you gave me!” You spit out.
That should get him pissed off enough that he’ll loosen his grip, and you’ll be quick to take advantage, you’ll poke at his eyes, and then…
Rafe smiles. A genuine smile, the anger slipping off like oil. A curious tilt to his head before he chuckles. “Coke? Is that what I told you?” He laughs again, boisterous. “I’m sorry baby I think I switched my baggies that night. I gave you that Special K.”
Your head jerks back in confusion, eyebrows creasing as you blink rapidly. Fuck, you hate him for making you ask: “What’s that?”
Rafe enjoys the way he has flipped the tables so quickly on you, laughter still reverberating in his chest. “You don’t know what K is?” You shake your head. “Y’know, K. Vitamin K? Ket?” Rafe hums, delighted.
Fingertips resume their trail across your chest when he finally answers. “Ketamine.”
Ketamine? Isn’t that a horse tranquilizer? Your eyes wander off to look behind him at the wall, disoriented with frustration at yourself and loathing for him. Vaguely, you remember feeling different that night, not the typical high you got with coke. It felt almost indescribable, dream-like. Like your heart was floating in your chest. Deep down you knew it wasn’t fully coke, but to learn it was a different drug entirely…You should’ve never taken anything from him. Why did you ever leave Louise’s side that night?
“It made you nice and relaxed for me,” Rafe continues during your silence. Taking advantage of your deep thinking to smell at your hairline. “Made you so damn needy.” He groans, thrusting his hips, and only now do you feel his hard-on. “Let’s recreate that night.”
Your eyes snap back to him, squealing and bucking like a wild horse. “In your fucking dreams!”
Rafe twists your wrists, the rub burning with each struggle you give. “Oh, you don’t wanna know what I dream about.” His insistent grinding forces your thighs apart. “Should I show you?”
Abruptly, his hand is pulling at your pajama shorts. The fabric cuts into your squirming hips as you hear the pop, pop, pop of seams breaking. Your erratic movements don’t deter him, your shorts are pulled off and reveal plain panties. Letting out a loud cry, you hope your family will hear, though they’re on different floors and on the opposite side of the house.
“Oh, no. None of that.” Rafe patronizes and before you can blink, cloth is in your mouth. “Remember these? Kept them as a little memento of you.”
You gag as he keeps pushing it further in, your tongue flat beneath the material making you drool rapidly, soaking it. Coughing makes it worse, that instinctual urge to spew out the uncomfortable presence strong but Rafe holds it there until drool is pooling and you're forced to swallow some of it.
“Can you taste my cum?”
His question is genuine and involuntary you sense the taste. The tang of something stale fills your tongue. It’s then, do you realize that your mouth is stuffed with your missing underwear. You kick your legs out angrily, a hidden tear skipping down as you gag again. Rafe huffs out laughter like it's no effort to hold you with one hand, arm bulging just the slightest. All you can see is his stupid face, but the rustling of clothes is undeniable, and it isn’t yours this time.
Rafe pushes his shorts down just enough to slip his hard cock out, the tip bumping on your clothed cunt. Your hips jolt back as Rafe settles his knees wider, rotating your thighs up so your feet aren’t grounded on the bed. It fucks with your balance and therefore your struggles, legs hanging up uselessly. Desperately, you shake your head and widen your eyes innocently, hoping to find some mercy inside him. Rafe coos at you, telling you how pretty you look, his fingers deftly hooking your panties to the side, revealing your bare pussy to him. It’s humiliating, the way he looks down at you, like a stolen prize he gets to devour.
You expect to feel his cock, pushing into you but you're surprised when it's his fingers petting at your slit. Whining, you shift your hips around trying to invade him, his touch oddly soft and exploring. Thumb pressing at your clit, circling and experimenting between various pressure. Rafe smirks when a strained moan is muffled.
“I dreamt about those lovely sounds you made. You could hardly get them out from how high you were.” Rafe reminisces, eyes bouncing between your face and pussy.
Fingers twisting, he angles his index and middle finger into you without warning. Squeezing your eyes shut, you bite on the fabric, ignoring the wet sensation covering his fingers. Shallowly, Rafe pumps his fingers in and out, a slight curl to them to hit at more sensitive spots. Pleasure steadily builds, the swipe of his thumb pulls at the hood of your clit, exposing the sensitive nub. The arch of his thumb is then rubbing on it, high whines stifled as your legs jerk.
His fingers pull out, your eyes popping open when you feel wet flesh trace at your lips. Vision blurry with tears, it takes a moment for everything to come into focus. Rafe is breathing heavily, mouth open in a half smile, fingertips smearing your juices across your lips. With you immobilized, Rafe looks like a sleep paralysis demon come to life. Hunched over as he nurses on your fear with pleasure. Rafe can’t keep his eyes still now, roving around your face, your tears to your chest. Dragging his hand down, he lifts your tank and reveals your bare tits. Your nipples are hard as you cave your chest in, trying to hide. The graze of his touch turns piercing when he twists your nipple, cruel laughter mixing with your yelps. He goes from one nipple to the other. Twisting, plucking, squeezing, making your nipples the most sensitive they’ve ever been. Sensitive skin reddening with the constant rough treatment. A single sweep of fingertips have you bowing your back in agonized pleasure, your tears soaking into your hairline.
One last squeeze and then Rafe’s hand is tugging your underwear to the side. Wildly, you shake your head no, grunting screams that shake your throat as your legs tense and kick. Your feet only find air and your throat finds Rafe’s hand around it. A warning squeeze.
Rafe chuckles, mocking a pout. “Don’t make me drug you again.”
He lets go of your throat to grip his cock, slapping it on your slit a few times, sliding it through your folds to coat himself. The tip pokes at your hole which makes your body tense up, but Rafe follows your body like the waves, pushing in and then back.
“Gotta relax or this’ll hurt far more than you’ll like,” Rafe mutters.
Your panties hide your curses at him, your body doing the opposite as your entrance tightens more. Rafe’s eyes flicker up at you in irritation. He crooks his head and forces halfway in. Even with the panties absorbing your screams, the gurgling of them is clearly heard, body twisting this way and that. Your tears run like constant rivers, the thick width of his cock burning its way in as you’re forced to stretch open. You work your pelvis floor and lower ab muscles to squeeze him out. Rafe grits his teeth as he stops moving his hips.
“Fuck.”
You’re too rigid for him to keep sliding in, not wet enough for his length to sneak deeper. His the biggest you’ve ever had, and you aren’t prepped enough to take him. Rafe’s determined though, rolling, and thrusting, filling you until his hips are flushed to you. Groans spill from him, some of them overpowering your own. The pressure of his cock is deep, that uncomfortable twinge pulling at the inside of your belly button. Once he has every inch inside you, he stalls for a few breaths, his eyes half lidden as he stares at the conjunction between you.
When he begins to pull back, you expect him to go all the way, but Rafe is always full of surprises. He pulls back a bit, only to ram right back in. It hurts to be so split open like this, knocking at your cervix with each harsh nudge, balls slapping at your ass. The grip on your wrists has made the skin numb, the other hand pushing down on your stomach when you arch your back to escape. You feel so full like you're going to burst at the seams like you’re breaking.
His hand creeps down to your hip, fingers gripping so hard the flesh is bubbled between the web of his fingers, pressing hard until your hips are tilting against the bed. The angle allows his cock to massage your top walls more acutely, slicking his cock to smoothly thrust in and out. It’s humiliating to be so wet for something your mind knows is wrong, a war on your body as the pleasure is infusing through the roadways of your nerve endings until your whole body is under a constant state of quivering.
“F-Fuck, I remember every second of that night.” Rafe grunts, head hanging as he watches the way his dick glistens before snapping his hips again. “The way you opened for me, so sweet. So eager.” The animalistic moans he lets out are almost as obscene as the sound of your slippery pussy.
“So fucking – shit – tighter now. Trying to push me out. Not goin’ anywhere until I cum in this pussy.”
The bed shakes back on the wall from how hard he drives his cock down, the slide getting easier with every thrust. The smell of him is tickling your senses suddenly and you realize you’ve closed your eyes. His mouth is hot along your trembling skin, lips smoothing the goosebumps that don’t seem to go away. Noisy, sloppy kisses imprint on your collarbones to your tits, a keening moan heard in your throat when his mouth envelopes one nipple. You almost forgot how sensitive they were. Your ribs twitch from the sucking, the tip of his tongue torturing you as it sends electric tremors down to your stomach. It's like you’re walking backwards to your doom because you don’t even know you're at the edge until you’re tripping at the point of no return when your body freezes.
It's painful when you cum, like a knot has wormed around your muscles, locking up in a spasm. An aching hurt of pleasure twists you up, coiling like a snake as you just keep cumming because Rafe won’t stop. Won’t stop his brutal pounding as he praises you with good girl, that’s it, take it, take it. Won’t stop pushing his cock in like he’s trying to make a home inside you, right underneath your ribcage.
Rafe’s moans reach their own high peak, vibrating into your breastbone and somewhere in the fog, you realize your wrists are free. Both of his arms are tucked under your back, crashing your chests together. The jerking of his cock feels odd in you, knowing he’s pouring his cum into you, but too fucked out to do anything. All you can think is thank God for birth control.
Time slows, Rafe holding you with relaxing muscles, barely there, slow kisses anywhere he can reach. The gentleness annoys you. With what little strength you have, you push at him until he lands next to you on the bed. Coughing while you gag, you take your drenched panties out of your mouth, heavy drool stringing along and then breaking as you throw them wherever, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
“Get out,” Your voice is raspy. “You got what you wanted."
Before you can move out of the bed to clean yourself up and cry in the bathroom, Rafe’s arm hooks over your stomach. Warm breath fogs over your shoulder and you grimace when his wet cock nudges at the back of your thigh. You haven’t gained enough energy to fully struggle in his hold, just a growl and a weak elbow to his abs.
“Aw, sweet angel.” He kisses the nook of your neck. “That night…Did you think I only fucked you once?”
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princessbrunette · 9 months ago
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imagine jayj's panic rambling about some stupid lead john b wants to chase next, pacing the floors n practically given you a headache cos he literally hasn't breathed in the last five minutes so you just drop to your knees in front of him to get him quiet - 🍓
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you could never quite follow with all the pogue adventure stuff. it was alot, and each day brought new details and side quests and it was difficult to keep up with. you knew that if it was a lot for you, it had to be a lot on your boyfriend jj — which became more and more clear as he paced your girly bedroom, repeatedly yanking his hat off to run a stressed hand through his hair.
“and you know me i don’t like to wait — we’re wastin’ valuable precious time that could be spent walkin’ right in there, sticking a gun in their mouth n’ waiting for them to squawk, but no — nah of course john b wants to do the freakin’ logical thing and regroup tomorrow. tomorrow, babe— these dudes are gonna be half way across the ocean by tomorrow, bon appetit— never to be seen again!”
“do you mean bon voyage?” you furrow your eyebrows, swinging your legs as you listen along, sat on your vanity watching the blonde pace your room. he’d only been in your house for a matter of ten minutes, and you weren’t sure he’d taken a second to breathe since he had arrived — ranting furiously about the day of pogue drama and adventure.
“look— whatever, okay— the point is, no one’s listening to me, n’i get it, right? jj’s the crazy one, jj’s always gettin’ himself into trouble— but you know why that is? it’s because i take action.” he pummels his fist into his hand with emphasis. “i’m not gonna just sit here and let these guys get away with this shit, you know?”
he finally looks at you, like expecting an answer and you take the opportunity— hopping off the vanity to step towards him. “i know it’s frustrating, jayj — but there’s nothing you can do right now. everyone’s safety including yours should be the main priority.” you pout. you know he didn’t wanna be lectured by you on being safe, especially not right now but you couldn’t help offer your opinion. plus, as selfish as it sounded you kind of wanted him to drop the whole thing now. it was pointless, really.
“i know — okay? i know. i’m sorry i’m… yeah, i’m just stressed the fuck out. you know how i get. i just kinda find it funny how he— wh… what you doin’ there?” he’s paused in his tracks when you’re suddenly infront of him, nodding intently along with what he’s saying as your fingers pop open the button on his shorts.
you have the audacity to look confused by his question, tilting your head like a sweet lost puppy. “…helping? said you were stressed, jayj?” you furrow your brows, manicured fingers slowly dragging his zipper down before you sink to your knees, looking up at him expectedly.
“you— uh, you were gonna…? right here?” he blinks, his anatomy betraying him as his cock jumps in his pants in muscle memory of you being on your knees. you nod happily, leaning forward with a polite smile, pressing a kiss to his bulge through his pants.
“wanna help.” you muse happily, almost cheerfully and he swallows, taking his hat off for the last time and tossing it onto your bed.
“hey, don’t let me stop you sugar. just… surprised. god damn.” he runs a hand through his hair, the frustration already starting to seep out of his body. you take this as the green light to start massaging his length through the fabric, giggling giddily as you ready him for your mouth.
“just relax now, jj. lemme make it better.”
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ddejavvu · 2 years ago
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hi hello congrats on 3.6k!! you absolutely deserve it, i love seeing you grow so fast <3 hm how about molly’s pumpkin patch - secret relationship trope with spencer reid?
(also i noticed that we are mutuals so hey new moot! :))
come vacation on my island!
🎃 molly’s pumpkin patch - send me a trope and a character, and i’ll write about what it would be like! (ex. enemies to lovers with regulus black)
hihihi!! thank you so much, i'm happy you're here :) <3333
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"Y/N, come on!" Emily leaned over you, glancing disdainfully at the paperwork spread out over your desk, "You can finish that on Monday."
"Or I could finish it now," You mused, smirking contentedly down at your work when you heard JJ scoff from across the room.
"One day you'll come with us for drinks," Penelope urged, squeezing your shoulder as she passed you on her way to the door, "And we're gonna get you so fucked up that you won't be able to walk."
"Can't wait," You grimaced, bidding lighthearted goodbyes to your team after everyone had stopped teasing you.
"You and Reid both," Derek shook his head, "Cut from the same stubborn little cloth."
"Have fun tonight," You didn't acknowledge his taunting, only leveling him with a knowing look, "But you'd better not have too much, because everyone heard you talking about how you ran out of condoms the last time, and you're not ready to be a father."
He groaned, an amused smile on his face when he finally left the room, everyone in tow behind him.
You weren't often able to render Derek speechless, so you prided yourself when it happened. You didn't always quip back at him when he teased you, so when you did, he had to take a moment to process.
It had never happened twice in one day though, like it did now. Because only five minutes later he'd come storming back in, eyes scanning the room for his jacket and instead landing on you perched on the edge of your desk, Spencer standing between your legs. You'd quickly broken apart the kiss you'd been sharing once you heard someone come in, but if the split second of make-out that Derek had caught wasn't enough to convince him that he was actually seeing what he was seeing, Spencer's flushed cheeks and your swollen lips were.
You weren't really able to turn your head, Spencer's hands still frozen on your cheeks. But you watched Derek out of the corner of your eye, stomach dropping as he turned on his heel and bolted back out of the room.
Spencer was the first to tear after him, and you followed quickly behind them. You weren't sure you'd ever seen your coworkers run that fast, even when they were chasing murderers.
It was evidently too late when you reached the parking lot, the rest of your team standing around and staring bewilderedly at Derek who stood there huffing.
"Guys," He started, gesturing wildly between you and Spencer, "They were-! On the desk!" Before he could finish his sentence, Spencer landed a light kick to the back of Derek's calf, cutting the man off and eliciting a hiss from him. You thought that as long as Derek was too pained to speak, you'd be fine, but everyone's eyes seemed to be scanning your slightly rumpled outfit, the way Spencer's tie had been loosened significantly, and the slight reddening patch of skin just under Spencer's jaw.
Penelope was, predictably, the first one to put it together. She had you wrapped in a hug faster than you could process, nearly knocking you off of your feet as she rambled about 'all the juicy details you have to spill!'.
You watched Hotch chuckle deeply, glancing once more at the tie you'd nearly ripped off of Spencer's neck, a genuine smile spreading over his cheeks, "Just don't mess up your paperwork, I'd have a hard time explaining why essential government files are wrinkled and torn."
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