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seventiesweetheart · 1 year ago

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𓆩♱𓆪 party monster.

dark! ex bf! rafe x pogue! fem! reader

SUMMARY. in which y/n and the infamous rafe cameron once shared a secret relationship, one that she knew the pogues would be heavily against. and so eventually, after a series of events, y/n decided to break up with him and be done with his toxic behavior once and for all. but while sneaking into some kook’s house party with the pogues, she’s caught by the one person she was hoping not to find.

WARNING. smut, dubcon, a bit of violence, implied toxic relationship, oral (reader receiving), choking, manipulative behavior, jealousy, tons of swearing

A/N. this is the first ever fic i’m posting yaaaay >< just a note that this definitely ended up being way longer than i planned, so i might write a part two tomorrow since it also still feels kind of lacking :( but hope you enjoy!

it wasn’t easy sneaking in. but with sarah’s help, they managed to slip through unnoticed. and of course, jj wasted no time diving into the kitchen where bottles of booze were scattered like treasure, hence why y/n found herself struggling to maintain control of the situation, fearing that at any moment, someone would eventually realize who they were and the fact that they completely weren’t supposed to be here.

to be honest, y/n never wanted to come here. if anything, the last place she wanted to be after her recent breakup was anywhere near the kooks. yet, as soon as john b and jj heard about the party, they couldn't resist the temptation to crash it in true pogue fashion.

as usual, y/n and ki couldn’t bear the idea of those boys getting their asses kicked again, especially after the millions of times that that happened in the past.

“jj, seriously, that’s enough. this is absolutely no place to get wasted right now. please.” she begged her best friend who was now downing his third bottle and moving along to music.

“god relax y/n, no one’s gonna figure us out, alright? just drink, dance, and we’ll be out of here as soon as possible.”

her eyes bored into him, clearly not believing a word he said, “uh huh, you say that now but—“

“c’mon! just dance with me.” before y/n could protest any more, jj had her by the hand, dragging her out of the kitchen and into the living room. the air was thick with the scent of flavored smoke and alcohol. loud trap music pounded from the speakers, the bass vibrating through the floors and walls, matching the rhythm of her racing heart.

“jesus christ…” the girl muttered, watching jj get lost in the music, his head swinging and hair flying as he danced amidst the throng of bodies.

y/n's eyes scanned around the room, her anxiety mounting with each passing second. sweat slicked her forehead as she continuously looked around the crowd for any familiar faces who might recognize them.

and then she saw him.

his pair of piercing grey-blue eyes locked onto hers, sending a jolt of fear through her body. those same eyes flicked between her and jj, and before she knew it, she felt a chill run down her spine.

rafe cameron lounged on a plush couch, arms draped over the backrest with the usual unreadable expression on his face. next to him was some girl who was bent forward towards the glass table, snorting a line of powder. she raised her head back and pinched her nose, waiting for the rush to hit.

but y/n’s focus was solely on rafe. whoever the girl was didn't matter. either way, rafe’s attention was fixed on her, and she couldn't tell if that excited or terrified her more.

snapping out of the daze, she turned to her best friend again, “jj, we gotta go. rafe’s here.” she desperately tried to tug on her friend’s arm.

“jj!” she yelled over the music and that finally caught his attention.

“what?!” he yelled back, irritation flashing across his face at the sight of her anxious expression.

“we have to go! now.”

rafe never liked jj. throughout their secret relationship, he always thought of him to be a little too loud, violent, and far too carefree. on top of that, he also thought jj was always too close to y/n for his liking.

and y/n knew this. she knew both of them well enough to understand that she needed to act quickly before things escalated and this night became another reminder of why sneaking into this party had been a terrible idea in the first place.

her hand wrapped tightly around her best friend’s wrist as she moved as quickly as she can through the crowd in order to find an exit.

but almost immediately, she felt jj's wrist slip from her grasp. her heart dropped as she pushed through a dense cluster of bodies, the press of people making it hard to move.

"fuck, jj—" she started, her voice barely audible over the pounding music.

but it wasn’t jj behind her anymore. instead, she found herself face-to-face with the same pair of ominous blue eyes she saw earlier. she barely had time to think as she shoved past more bodies.

finally breaking free from the crowd, she found herself at the foot of the stairs. without hesitation, she dashed upwards. it didn’t matter, she was going to find a window and get the hell out of here. kiara would find jj, y/n was sure of it. and pope had to be somewhere downstairs as well.

reaching the second floor, her heart raced even faster. she frantically looked left and right, searching for a room to hide in. she pushed open the first door she came to, only to recoil at the sight of two strangers making out.

“fuck, sorry,” she mumbled, cringing as she backed out and moved to the next room.

she hurried down the hall to the last room, cautiously peeking inside. finding it empty, she slipped in quickly.

but the door couldn’t close behind her.

she attempted to push it again, but it wouldn’t budge. y/n stumbled backward as the door pushed back against her efforts, her breath hitching when she realized it wasn’t any problem with the door—it was rafe on the other side.

“closing the door on me again? i’m starting to think you love doing that.” a mischievous smirk played on his lips as he slowly stepped into the room, his presence making the space more suffocating as he closed the door behind him.

the silence in the room was deafening and the growing tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. y/n definitely did not miss the sound of the lock clicking into place.

she could still hear the music blaring from downstairs, the bass vibrating through the walls and floorboards. or maybe this time it was just her own heart, pounding in her chest as she kept her eyes locked on his. every fiber of her being braced for his next move.

rafe took a step closer, his gaze never wavering from hers. the dim light cast shadows across his face, making his expression even more unreadable.

she never expected for this situation to happen again, wherein they would be both locked in a room and none of her friends were even slightly aware of the fact that they were alone together. every instinct screamed at her to run, but she stayed rooted at her spot.

“not running this time?” he inched closer, his voice a low and threatening.

“i know you won’t hurt me.” it sounded like a whisper, as y/n back slowly to the desk behind her.

rafe scoffed, “you say that but i see you still trying to escape from me.”

y/n glared at him, defiance flickering in her eyes “well, what do you expect? for me to run to you?”

his glare intensified, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he moved closer. but then, in a flash, his expression softened.

“i missed you, you know?” his tone turned manipulative, a tactic she recognized all too well from their relationship. she had fallen for it many times before, but she wasn’t going to this time. “i really did, y/n… we were so perfect together and you-you just left without giving me the chance to explain myself.”

“well, i don’t think any more could have been said after you beat the fuck out of my best friend, don’t you think?” y/n's voice grew more aggressive, her anger flaring.

“yeah well he hit me too! and what’d you do? nothing!” he yelled, and she flinched at every word, her body tensing as she tried desperately to find an escape from the suffocating situation.

his breathing grew heavier as he looked at her with pain and frustration in his eyes, “you said you loved me but-but you didn’t even come to defend me.”

“rafe… you started that fight and i-i told you if you laid a hand on any of my friends then that would be the end for us.”

“god, fuck!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the room. rafe's hand shot out, knocking the floor lamp until it crashed to the floor with a loud shatter, fragments of glass scattering across the hardwood.

y/n flinched, raising her arms to shield herself as she inched closer to the corner where the bed was.

“it’s always you and those fucking friends of yours.” he spat, his face contorted with rage.

and before she could even process his movements, his hand was on her throat, pulling her forcefully towards him. she gasped, feeling the pressure against her windpipe, her fingers clawing desperately at his chest in an attempt to break free.

but even in her panic, she couldn't ignore the familiar sensation of his solid chest beneath her hand.

“and now, let me guess, you’re moving on to that fucking blonde you claim to be your best friend.”

“jj really is just my best friend! p-please, rafe. let go of me.” y/n pleaded as she fought the urge to look at how close his lips were from hers instead of holding the weight of his intense gaze.

“see, that’s where you’re wrong, y/n. i’ve never let you go, and i’m not fucking letting you go now or ever.”

his lips crashed down on hers, the kiss intense and demanding, leaving her gasping for air as she struggled to keep up with his pace. his other hand found her waist, pulling her closer against his body.

“r-rafe…” the moan she tried to hide escaped freely from her lips, coming out as a breathless whisper as his lips trailed down to her neck, no doubt leaving a trail of marks.

“god, l-let me go.” y/n weakly pushed him while he backed her up towards the bed.

“you say that, but your body tells me otherwise. you’ll have to tell me what you really want, sweetheart.”

he continued to suck on her skin, marking her with dark red and purple bruises as his hands trailed down to the hem of her floral sundress. slowly, he slipped his fingers underneath the fabric until he was hooking one side of her lacy underwear.

“still haven’t answered my question, y/n. or do you seriously want me to fuck it out of you?”

his eyes locked onto hers with growing frustration and need, “just fuck me, rafe.”

finally, the mischievous smirk returned to his face, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he leaned in closer.

despite her initial reluctance, y/n lifted her hips, allowing him to easily pull her underwear down until it hung around her ankles.

her hand grew clammy as she clutched the sheets beneath her, her breath catching in her throat as she lay staring at the ceiling.

meanwhile, rafe moved his hand back up her thighs, brushing her skirt up slowly to tease her until the fabric pooled at her waist. she could feel the air around them mixing with his breath against her skin, making her exposed wetness grow colder.

“d’you let anyone get near this after you left me?” his voice came low and deadly as his fingers played at her entrance, sliding against the slick liquid between her lips.

y/n whimpered at his touch, trying to hide her face with her hand while she shook her head in response.

“use your words, princess.”

“n-no, i didn’t.” she stammered out, her breath hitching as she felt his finger plunge through her hole.

satisfaction evident in his voice as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin, “good girl.”

her eyes shut tightly as soon as she felt his lips wrap around her soft bud, tongue lapping over and over it, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

“w-wait, rafe! slow down!” she groaned, her hands moving to tightly clutching his hair, her body trembling with the overwhelming sensation.

but rafe didn’t slow down, his hands holding her legs firmly in place before they tried to snap shut and he continued running his tongue over her clit, his warm saliva mixing with her wetness, making his actions even sloppier and faster.

“sh-shit, i’m close—rafe, please.” she begged, her voice thick with desperation. her hips moved involuntarily, seeking more friction and intensity, driving her to buck her hips against his face, urging him to keep going.

her fingers pulled his hair as she arched her back, and rafe buried his face deeper between her legs, his hands gently and possessively molding her thighs like they were lovers. like they never broke up and she had always belonged to him all this time.

“come for me, princess. c’mon.” he voiced breathlessly, the tip of his tongue tracing maddening circles around her bud, pushing her closer and closer to the edge with each passing second.

it was all too overwhelming for y/n. she felt her orgasm building up, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to engulf her completely.

“fuck, rafe!” she moaned, her entire body tensing as her release crashed over her in waves, leaving her breathless and shaking.

rafe wasted no time in savoring all her juices, his lips and tongue eagerly lapping up every drop as they poured onto the sheets of some stranger's bed.

with gentle kisses kisses trailing along her inner thighs, he moved up to face her, delicately wiping the sweat off her forehead and gently brushing her hair out of her face.

still recovering from the intensity of her climax, y/n struggled to catch her breath as she locked eyes with him. the full weight of her actions had yet to sink in but she pushed the thought aside for later as his lips came down again to meet hers, softly grazing the bottom with a gentle nip.

“finally remember who you belong to, sweetheart?”

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garciaasfluffypen · 8 months ago

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take care of me (like i take care of you) pt. 2

pairing: jemily x adhd!reader word count: 2.3k warnings: reader’s kinda bratty in this one! reader is confused as to why being bratty is making them feel tingly but they like it so they keep doing it, softdom!jj begins to make an appearance, color system usage, the origin of jj refusing to be called mommy (she has a moment™️)

a/n: hi besties!! i wrote this on my phone because i can’t find my laptop charger so please excuse any sort of typos you find! thats also why the beginning of this post currently isn’t formatted like the other ones but soon as i can charge my laptop i’ll be fixing it. there will be a part three to this! i had to find a good place to end or else this would have been a beast to read lol.

ps. when i wrote this i was 100% imagining white tank top!jj and emily in the burgundy lululemon looking sweatshirt from the episode where they’re building the crib for kristy and matt ;)

you couldn’t contain your excitement as you basically tripped over your feet to run up to jj’s audi, jumping up and down in your seat as you waited for your girlfriends to join you. it was five minutes past nine and everyone was ready so naturally you ran to the car. you had been ready for two hours, but that was only because you had gotten up so early. you had everything you could possibly need in your little cross shoulder body bag and had to stop yourself from biting your fingernails to the quip in pure excitement as you waited. emily came out first, slipping you your preferred chewy necklace that was easy to hide under your shirt. as soon as the chewy end of it entered your mouth, emily’s hands reached around you and wrapped the black string around your neck. without realizing it you naturally leaned into her touch, pulling her hand toward your cheek as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt while you stared at the door leading inside the kitchen. jj came out a few minutes later, her to-go cup of coffee tucked neatly away in the crook of her arm as she started to pull up the directions to the zoo.

jj slid into the drivers seat with ease, smiling at you as she saw the way you were sitting. she grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze before placing your phone in it, chuckling lightly at the layer of blush that ended up on your cheeks as you sheepishly took it from her. your block blast game was still up on the screen as you left it on the bathroom counter when you started doing your makeup. jj started the car and reversed out the driveway, leaving you to become reimmersed in your game. before you knew it you could just start see the sign for the zoo on the water tower peeking over the houses in the distance, meaning you were just about ten minutes away.

“lovey, besides seeing the giraffes, is there anything you want to do today?”

“um… i haven’t seen the elephants in a long time.” you paused, thinking. “and also the lions, i want to see the lions too.”

“do you think we could fit in a visit to the lemurs?” jj shot a glance to you. “i quite like lemurs.”

you nodded. “we can definitely see the lemurs.”

you made a mental note to yourself that jj liked lemurs, adding it to the little box that you had in your brain with facts about your girlfriends. it was mainly filled with silly little facts that most people wouldn’t normally pay attention to, like the fact emily writes in print script or that jj only eats salt and vinegar chips when she’s high. sure, there were the obvious facts that almost everyone on the team knew, but there were ones that were just your facts. and you wanted to keep them that way.

despite being a fully grown adult, you knew deep down that things like this were needed to help heal your inner child. you didn’t have the best childhood, but you were doing your best to fix it now. you bounced anxiously on the balls of your feet as you waited for the train to take you to the back of the zoo, the wind blowing your hair all around your face as you waited. jj silently pulled you toward her and helped you pull your hair back, putting it in a single braid for you.

by the time you got to the giraffe exhibit you could barely contain your excitement, your hands balling into fits and promptly unballing themselves as you tried to combat the need to stim. your arms stiffened as you tried to hold back your energy, shaking a bit as you focused on staying still as you could. that didn’t last long, seeing as there wasn’t many people around you at the moment and your girlfriends were positioned behind you. you let your hands start flapping, doing your best to keep them close to your sides as possible. a small squeak of noise came out of your mouth as you watched the zoo keepers slowly bring out the stars of the event. the crowd around you started to grow as the people made their way up from the front of the zoo, most of them not paying you any attention and instead looking for the little baby that the zoo was celebrating.

slowly but surely the calf made it's way out of the enclosure, still a little unsteady on it's feet. you watched in awe as it made it's way around the exhibit, noting how small it was compared to it's parents. jj wrapped her arms around you from behind, intertwining her fingers with your hands and placing a kiss on your shoulder. you could tell she was standing on her tip toes to reach your shoulder and made sure to flatten your feet, considering you tended to stay on your tip toes when you got too excited about things.

“how tall do you think he is?”

“i’d guesstimate around 6 feet.” you rocked up and back down to flat feet as you spoke. “giraffes give birth standing up so they fall roughly six feet to the ground but get up on their feet within the hour.”

“you know more about giraffes than i thought.”

“i had a hyperfixation on wild animals and the care of them before i ended up in the academy. i was wanting to double major in zoology and communications before i started to look into paths to go down with a communications degree.” you turned to face jj and emily. “i was going to be an advocate for animal rights but then i started reading about the fbi and decided that would probably be a better path to go down.”

before you could continue your thoughts, the chime that sounded before the giraffe feedings sounded, signaling for everyone who had a ticket to line up. you were closer to the end, whch was fine because it meant you could watch the giraffes for longer. emily and jj made sure to take pictures of you the whole time, smiling and laughing along with you as the giraffe’s tongue tickled your hand while it ate the leaves you held out. by the time you got out of the exhibit, your stomach started to rumble and you pouted towards your girlfriends as you walked past one of the many cafés scattered around the zoo. without a word, emily pulled the three of you inside, telling you to order whatever you wanted. you ended up going for the chicken tenders and fries, knowing that the meal was something you most likely would have gotten when you came as a child. it was hard to remember if you ever came, but you presumed it was what you got because it felt right.

by the time the three of you made it to the halfway point, you started to realize your whole body was beginning to hurt. you weren’t sure if it was from physically stopping yourself from stimming in the bigger crowds, or if it was from all the walking you had done. either way, you found yourself starting to slow down a bit and start to feel like you needed a ten hour nap. it was only when you got toward the lemur exhibit when your body really started to hurt, and you unintentionally started to let it slip into your mind that you were hurting and needed to go home.

jj was the first to notice that you were starting to feel off, clocking the heaviness of your walking and the fact you had started to get a little whiney. there had been approximately three times in the five years she had known you that she had ever seen you this way. and all of those times happened when you were over exerting yourself. most of the times it was because you were stubborn, but this time it didn’t seem that way. within ten minutes you were complaining about how much your feet hurt and how you felt like you were going to die if you didn’t get to sit down within the next five minutes. emily and jj fell a few steps behind you, whispering to each other about how to go about the situation.

“do you think she’s subconsciously wanting us to.. i dunno, take control? lacey mentioned something about that at the support group on saturday.”

jj chewed at the end of her necklace. “it's possible. i’m willing to try it if you are, but the second they push back or show any signs of not going along with it i’m stopping.”

“are you going to take the lead on this?”

“if you don’t mind. we know how easily they’ll react to you, i’m curious what would happen if you didn’t say anything but i did.”

“then do it. i trust you.”

jj squeezed emily’s hand before making her way back over to where you sat on the bench, watching the zebra walk by and graze on the grass in front of you. you definitely looked worse for wear, considering the braid your hair had been in all day was beginning to come undone and you most definitely got sunburned on your shoulders at some point. jj knew you weren’t feeling well, and that you were hiding it in order to appease her and emily. it was something she had noticed multiple times throughout their time with you so far. even if you didn’t feel like doing something, you typically would put on a happy face and go through with it anyway. it hadn’t happened much, but she had started to catch it more and more.

“y/n, it’s time to go.”

“what? no!” you gasped. “we haven’t even been to the polar bears yet!”

“i know, and i know you want to finish it but i’m calling it.” jj stepped closer to you, her voice dropping. “you’re tired and need to go home and rest. i’m giving you til the count of five, and if you don’t get up and come with us to the car we won’t go to dolphin beach this weekend.”

“you wouldn’t!”

“five.”

“jayje- this isn’t fair! em-my, do something!” you whined, staring at the brunette.

“two.” jj raised an eyebrow as you refused to budge. “fine, we stay, but no beach then.”

“i’d listen to her if i were you.” emily replied. “while we haven’t truly gotten into that dynamic with you just yet, i will say that i’d be careful how much you go against her, lovey.” emily gave you a pointed look before clasping her hands together. “that being said, we use the color system. red means hard stop, yellow means i’m uncomfortable and green means go.” emily paused. “color?”

“green.”

“good. if anything changes, tell jj. i’m going to go to the ladies room, i’ll meet you up by the gates.”

emily placed a kiss on jj’s cheek and simply patted you on the shoulder before walking towards the front of the zoo, leaving you alone with the blonde. the logical part of your brain knew she was right. you were tired, your body was aching and you couldn’t walk for more than five minutes without having to sit down. but on the other hand, you were having fun poking the bear. reluctantly you got up, huffing and making a big deal of going home. you didn’t understand much about the way it was making you feel, but you knew it sent a tingle through your body seeing jj getting all worked up. it was amusing to you how red she got from you simply being a brat. and frankly, you liked it.

“you’re being unfair!”

“this attitude stops now, y/n. we’re going home.”

you bit your tongue cheekily, a glint forming in your eyes as you waited to see jj’s reaction. “mommy, you’re being mean to me.”

jj whipped her head to you, balling her hand into a fist at the side of her body. “what did you just call me?”

“… mommy?”

jj stopped walking suddenly, causing you to bump into her. “red.” she swallowed. “i’d like to talk about that later, when we’re home. not right now.”

“i’m sorry.” you looked at the ground, mortified. “it won’t happen again.”

a wave of guilt overtook your body as you two quietly walked to the front of the zoo, emily sensed some tension the second she saw you two, but knew that if she said anything you would probably start to spiral. by the time you got back to the car, all you could do was slip into the backseat and hope that jj wasn’t do mad at you that she was going to end everything. emily, albeit confused, took the front seat, trying to get an accurate read on jj. something happened while she was in the bathroom, but she couldn’t place a finger on what exactly that something was. by the time jj pulled into the driveway, the tension in the car had gotten so thick you couldn’t hold your tears back, letting them fall slowly down your cheeks as you forced yourself not to sob.

“go to our room. i’m going to compose my thoughts, give us a minute to calm down, then i’ll come talk to you.”

“o-okay.”

jj waited until you got out of the car to look at emily. “i called red.”

“what happened?”

“she called me mommy. i didn’t like it. i felt… gross. it was almost… too feminine?” jj looked at emily. “i probably sound crazy but-“

“you’re allowed to not like the way it makes you feel, jay.”

“i just don’t understand why it made my skin crawl.”

“may i.. is that why you don’t like being called beautiful or pretty?”

jj’s head snapped up. “huh?”

“the feminine terms. you don’t like them.”

“not necessarily, no.”

emily nodded. “we don’t have to unravel this now, but we need to put a pin in this. the three of us need to talk about that together so we’re all on the same page.”

“you’re right. can you go check on them? i just need… i need to think about how i’m going to articulate everything.”

“of course.” emily squeezed jj’s hand. “come up when you’re ready.”

“i will. promise.”

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torturedtypewritersdept · 6 months ago

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proclivity - pt. six - motion sickness

✯ pairing:

ex!bff!rafe cameron x diabetic!kook!fem!reader

✯ summary:

at one point in time rafe was your best friend. can summer romance erase all the damage he's done?

✯ [7k]warnings:

mature themes, mentions of anxiety, nostalgia, heartbreak, diabetes lingo, injury, ghosting, fluff and fear, domestic violence (not rafe), mean!ex!jj etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this was originally posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity and i have rewritten + reshared it here :) trying out a new format with this post, hope you like it!

You laid with Rafe on that white fleece blanket for what felt like hours. You nuzzled your face deeper into his chest, as you recounted some more of the trauma that you had experienced at the hands of JJ, listening to the constant beat of Rafe’s heart. You knew that when that sound ever stopped that you’d cease to exist. Rafe's phone rang loudly, bringing you out of your conversation and he dug through the pocket of his khaki shorts glancing at the screen - it was Topper. As he answered the phone, he gave you a knowing look, letting you know that the conversation wasn’t over. You made a mental note that you were going to have to have a chat with Top about calling at the most inconvenient times. Rafe rolled his eyes but drug his large finger across the screen to answer the facetime call.

“What is it, Top?”

Rafe questioned, rolling his eyes.

“That’s no way to greet your best friend, jackass.”

Topper quipped, a smile on his lips.

“Well, I’m a little busy right now.”

Rafe replied, moving the camera to show you laid on his chest on the beach.

“Shit, my bad. Have you taken her to pound town yet?”

Rafe grimaced, Topper must've thought you were asleep because there was no way he’d say that with you conscious.

“No, he hasn’t.”

You whispered out, looking up at Rafe with sad eyes and he swallowed thickly. At Topper’s words, you wondered if that’s all this was, some sick ploy to sleep with you or to break your heart on purpose. Realization of the fact that you just shared some of your most vulnerable parts with him made your stomach sink, but you quickly pushed it down.

“Hey, shit. I’m sorry Y/n, I was just messing with Rafe. He really likes you.”

Topper spoke with a tone so genuine you decided to relax a little.

“I think I got that top, thanks for the info.”

You quipped, bringing light-hearted energy back to the conversation. Though, you knew you’d have to talk to Rafe about what he said in private.

“Anyways, losers. There’s a party at my house tonight. I expect to see you two there.”

Topper urged.

“We might make an appearance. We’re spending time together though so probably not.”

Your heart leapt at his words, he was willing to give up a party to spend time with you. Who was this new and improved version of Rafe Cameron?

“Well spend time together at this party.”

Topper urged again, stronger this time.

“We’ll think about it, bye Top.”

Rafe’s tone was gruff and annoyed. Topper was still talking but Rafe hung up the phone not wanting to hear anything else he had to say.

“We can go if you want to, Rafael.”

You spoke sweetly, giving him a smile, as he hung up the phone.

“Are you sure, angel? This is our day, we don’t have to.”

He reassured you, placing a hand on your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah, it’ll be nice to spend time with the boys, it’s okay.”

Your cheerful, radiant smile sent a shiver down his spine. When you gave him that smile, he knew he’d do anything and everything to make you happy until he breathed his last breath. You were such a ball of sunshine, his sunshine, that’s all Rafe could manage to think as he smiled at you, thankful for your kind, free-spirited, go with the flow nature. He almost couldn’t believe all you had gone through, he didn’t truly want to believe it. It hurt him to think of JJ’s hands on you, hurting you.

Truth be told, Rafe didn’t need to go to this party, he didn’t even want to. But, you saying that he could meant a lot to him and it meant even more that you’d be there with him, on his arm. You laid with him for a bit longer, watching as the sun went completely down, the light pink and orange hues turning to the black of night before you began packing up the remnants of your picnic and headed to the truck, your hand in his.

It was ten o'clock when you made it to Topper’s house and you felt yourself wanting to let loose a bit. As Rafe made his way around the island of the kitchen, he poured himself some tequila in a red solo cup and asked Topper what he had for you to drink.

“Top, what do you have that y/n can drink?”

Topper’s eyes looked like they were going to fall out of his head.

“Shit! I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t pick anything up for you.”

He placed his head in his hands.

“It’s okay, Top. I can have a drink or two. It’s no big deal.”

You shrugged your shoulders and your eyes met Rafe’s. He was angry. How could Top be such an idiot, he thought. How could he ask you to come and not think of you when buying beverages? You could tell the thought of alcohol being in your bloodstream made him uneasy.

“There’s insulin in the truck, okay? You tell me if you start to feel weird.”

He reassuringly rubbed his hands up and down your arms and craned his head down where you could reach him. Standing at six foot four, he towered over. He could see the lust present in your eyes and when he leaned in close enough, you locked your lips with his. The kiss was passionate and slow and it felt like everything in the room had disappeared, like it was just the two of you standing there. Then you heard the voice of your abuser. You pulled away and gave Rafe scared eyes as you surveyed the room, looking for where his voice was coming from. He knew what was happening, the fear that you displayed and the voice he had grown to hate told him what was wrong. He didn’t need to ask.

“Hey, angel. Look at me. It’s okay. Need you to promise you’ll tell me if you start feeling bad before I get you a beer, okay?”

“I promise I will.”

You replied, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. He took you out of the kitchen and led you outside to the bonfire where Topper and Kelce stood, in hopes that getting you away from JJ would be enough to calm you. It was - you knew you were safe in the presence of Rafael, let alone of all three of them. Rafe stepped away for only a moment, grabbing you a beer from the cooler, and popping it open before handing it to you. The coolness of the bottle sent a shock through your arm. He made his way back behind you and you leaned up against him, his hands on your hips. You took a sip of the beer in your hands and leaned your head back against Rafe’s pectoral muscles, craning your neck to the side as he leaned down and peppered kisses to the exposed skin. You were entering bliss when you heard the all too eerily familiar voice of JJ Maybank.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

He taunted and Rafe’s eyes shot to his, the grip he had on your waist tightening in protection. Rafe scoffed, not wanting to give JJ the time of day or put you in harm's way by starting a fight.

“You like my sloppy seconds, Rafael? Tell me, how does she taste?”

“Don’t you dare call him that, JJ.”

You spat. Rafael was his name so anyone could really use it. But not JJ. He didn’t know Rafe well enough to even use the nickname his parents had given him, let alone the name you used as a term of endearment.

“Wouldn’t you like to know? There’s no sloppy seconds, when you never had someone to begin with, Maybank.”

Rafe retorted, his voice sinister, begging JJ to egg him on.

“Sweetheart, tell your boyfriend to watch his mouth or I'll put a matching scar on the other cheek.”

He grinned cheekily and Rafe grabbed you by the shoulders, moving you out of his path as he stalked toward JJ. Topper and Kelce stood, chests puffed out at his remark, confused about what he meant but the promise of a threat towards you putting them in a mode of protection.

“What the fuck did you say?!”

Rafe growled in his direction.

“I said, It’d be a real shame if I had to put another scar on her pretty little face because you don’t know how to behave, wouldn’t it?”

The crunch of Rafe’s fist hitting JJ’s jaw echoed across the beach, as the blonde flew back under the weight of his right hook. Rafe moved swiftly toward JJ, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, landing not one, not two, but three more blows to his cheek.

“You’re not ever gonna touch her again!”

Rafe screamed as his fists relentlessly wailed into the side of JJ’s head, blood splattered up and landed underneath Rafe’s eye.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Cameron. I’ll touch her whenever and however I want to.”

He coughed out, JJ was a cocky bastard who didn’t know when to shut the fuck up, even when he was being pummelled into the ground. At his remark, Rafe hit him so hard that he thought he was dead for a second.

“You had enough, Maybank?”

Rafe asked as he drew back from JJ, still holding him by the collar of his shirt.

“Not even close.”

He grunted out before spitting in Rafe’s face, Rafe’s hands released JJ in an attempt to get the saliva off of his face. He was disgusted like anyone would have been. JJ took the opportunity and lunged on top of Rafe, pinning him to the ground, and laying a hit on Rafe’s cheek. You and Topper made your way to them quickly, no longer being onlookers. Topper pulled JJ off of Rafe from behind. JJ was too fast though and wiggled out of Topper’s grasp by the time Rafe was back to his feet. You quickly inserted your body in between them, thinking that was a sure-fire way to stop the fight. It wasn’t. Before you knew it, you looked in JJ’s direction out of the corner of your eye and his fist collided with your nose at full force. Shock littered Rafe’s face and anger infiltrated every fiber of his being.

“Told you I’d touch her how I wanted to.”

JJ remarked, a sinister smirk residing on his face. It was one thing to hear your first-hand account of JJ’s abuse but it was another to watch him put his hands on you, accidental or not, and Rafe went absolutely feral.

“Topper, Kelce, get her out of here!”

Rafe yelled, taking in your shaking, crying form, as your hands covered your face. Topper did as he was told, lifting you bridal style and taking you back towards the house, sitting you on the steps, instructing people to move out of the way before kneeling in front of you. Kelce followed shortly behind.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

Topper questioned softly, grabbing your knee, and squeezing it to give you some reassurance. You continued crying.

“Come on, pretty girl, let me see it.”

“N-no, T-top.”

You choked out.

“I need to look at it, y/n.”

“N-no.”

You continued to sob uncontrollably. Topper made his way behind you, taking a seat and placing you in between his legs.

“It’s okay. Rafe’s gonna be here soon, it’s gonna be fine.”

He whispered into your hairline and squeezed you tightly into a hug. Kelce knelt down in front of you, slowly coaxing you to pry your hands away from your face. When you did, the shock that both boys felt at the sight of your nose was enough to send them reeling. Topper looked at Kelce, his eyes laced with venom and specific instructions and Kelce knew exactly what it meant. He needed to go to Rafe. He nodded his head reassuringly, placing a kiss on your cheek before stalking toward the bonfire where the fight had originated. When Kelce made it back down to where Rafe was, he held off on approaching him fully and instead watched as Rafe stalked toward the offender, hitting him so hard that he knew JJ Maybank was barely conscious. Truth be told, he wanted his best friend to pummel him into the sand, he wanted him to suffer, to be laying in a hospital bed for what he had done to you and Kelce would make sure that whether it was Rafe or not, that’s what was going to happen. He continued to look on at the scene, Rafe punching JJ over and over again. Blow after violent blow landing on JJ’s face, stomach, and chest. He deserved it, Kelce knew that, but what he didn’t expect was Rafe to continue the blows, with seemingly no end in sight. He began to wonder if Rafe could stop if he could control himself enough to be able to. He should’ve expected it because Rafe Cameron had been in love with you since pre-school and anyone who dared to try and hurt you or take you away from him was sure to pay a hefty price. Kelce had paid his the summer before eighth grade when he made a comment about your ever-growing breasts. Rafe had bruised his ribs and his ego for talking about you in such a vulgar way, especially in front of him.

Kelce was brought out of his thoughts and began to make his way toward Rafe when he looked on and saw Rafe pinning JJ’s right arm behind his back, preparing to snap the bone in half if that’s what it took to send the message to the Pogue to stay the fuck away from his girl.

��Rafael!”

Kelce yelled at him, which got his attention immediately. The boys did not use his full name. Rafe looked in his direction with bewildered eyes.

“I’m a little fucking busy, Kelceo.”

He spat.

“I get that, but you need to get up here and check on her. I think he broke her nose. Besides, she doesn’t need to watch you be an animal, Rafe. You’re not that guy anymore.”

Rafe swallowed the words of his friend and gingerly nodded, realization hit him, Kelce was right. He threw JJ to the ground, knowing that for the first time in his fucking life Kelce wasn’t saying some dumbass remark, he wasn’t being an asshole or a bully, he was doing the right thing and currently, the right thing was keeping his best friend out of prison for murder. Instead, keeping him where he belonged, with you.

Rafe’s tall figure quickly stalked towards you, fear in his eyes. Your hands covered your face as the blood pooled from your nose. The crunch of the bone could be felt with every nerve ending that inhabited your body. He kneeled in front of you on the balls of his feet, hands hovering over your figure, afraid to touch you in fear of hurting you worse.

“Baby, I need you to talk to me. How bad are you hurt?”

“R-Rafael…”

You whimpered violently, your hands clutching to your face, blood pooling down past your chin.

“Come on baby girl, let me see your face. I need to look to fix it.”

He spoke sweetly and you trusted his every word. Slowly lifting your hands away from your face, your eyes met Rafe’s worrying form. You winced at the lack of pressure on your wound and fought to get your hands back to it. Before you could complete the movement, Rafe grabbed you by the wrists. He took in the already forming bruises under your eyes and the way the bridge of your nose now sat at a bend that protruded out to the left side.

“Okay, baby. It’s okay. You look so pretty. But I think your nose is broken so I need to take you to the hospital, okay?”

“I-, I don’t wanna go, Rafe.”

You choked out a sob, whimpering into his chest, as he pulled you in. Blood soaked the shirt he was wearing but he didn’t care. You needed to be held and that’s what he was going to do.

“I know baby, but I just want to get you checked out, okay? We gotta make sure you're alright.”

You nodded, giving him permission. Which you were thankful he waited for and you felt his strong arms lift you up, carrying you bridal style, your head resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and the scrunch of his button-down moving up and down with each step he took.

“I’m sorry, Rafael.”

“Shh. Nothing to be sorry about, angel.”

He cooed, placing a kiss on your hairline.

“I’m getting blood all over your shirt.”

“It’s okay, you can always buy me a new one.”

He quipped, making you giggle, and even though it made you wince, you were thankful it was laughter created by him. You were brought out of your thoughts as Rafe finally came up on his truck. You marveled at how he opened the door, with such ease, not even shifting you in his arms to readjust. He was so strong and you loved it. He placed you into the passenger seat, buckling you in and reaching into the center console from which he retrieved a box of baby wipes. He had started keeping them in his truck after the first nosebleed he got during football practice and it had been a lifesaver ever since. Today, they’d be used for his girl and while that made him cringe, he was thankful he had them on hand. He slowly pulled them out of the container and stilled his hands, not wanting to spook you.

“Okay, sweet girl, I’m going to clean your face up, alright?”

You hummed in response, talking made it hurt worse and Rafe knew that so he didn’t probe you any further. Once he had your permission, he gently brought the wipes up to your nose and chin, wiping the blood off of your face as he stood between the passenger side door and the seat you occupied. You winced in pain at the feeling of the cold wipes against your bruised flesh.

“I know baby, I know it hurts, I’m so sorry.”

“s’okay Rafey.”

You muttered.

“There we go, my pretty girl is all cleaned up, no more blood.”

He gave you that classic, bright, panty-dropping Rafe Cameron smile and pecked your lips lightly, careful not to touch your nose, but wanting to give you some sort of reassurance that you were safe. You gave him a forced smile and he closed your door, making his way to the driver's side, hopping in and starting the truck. He gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze before pulling off, heading toward St. Olive’s emergency department.

After hours of x-rays and CT scans and waiting, the doctor had confirmed yours and Rafe’s worst fears, you had a displaced nasal fracture, which meant they had to pop it back into place. Rafe knew the procedure would be painful, he had dislocated his shoulder before, and when it was popped back into place he screamed like a girl. The memory was enough to make him shudder and the fact that his sweet angel had to deal with that level of pain made him want to cry. He held your hand when a doctor and a nurse brought in long silver tools that looked like medieval torture devices. When your fear-stricken eyes met him, he almost collapsed. Rafe stayed up by your head, sitting on a stool beside you, stroking your hair as you lay flat on the bed. The anticipation of the pain you were about to feel took over all of your senses. You genuinely just wanted them to get it the fuck over with. They injected you with numbing medication first and then quickly got to work, inserting the tools up your nose and pressing hard against the bone. The crunch made Rafe feel sick and it made him feel even worse when he looked down at you and saw the tears running down your face. He placed a kiss on your forehead and continued running his fingers through your hair, while the doctors applied the splint to your nose. After the conclusion of the procedure, you were released from the hospital back into Rafe’s care. Luckily, you slept most of the way home from the pain medicine they had given you before your departure. As you and Rafe quietly made your way into the house, you were met with the unexpected - Ward. His voice bellowed through the thick air of the foyer and the lights flickered on. He was angry and you couldn’t blame him. He was just being a good dad, a good person.

“Rafael Joseph Cameron! What were you two doing out so late?! I’m supposed to take care of her while her parents are out of town. How in the fucking world can I do that if you are gone all hours of the night?! Huh?!”

“Sorry, Dad-”

Rafe stuttered, Ward’s wrath was the only thing in the world that he seemed to be afraid of.

“It’s my fault.”

You spoke, your voice soft and tender, which took Ward away from his anger just enough to voice his concern. He noticed the pained expression you displayed as you moved the ice away from your face and revealed the cast that sat on your nose.

“What the fuck happened?!”

Ward questioned, moving closer to you, hands out in search of your cheeks. You winced away from his touch and Rafe grabbed his wrists.

“Dad, don’t touch it. Her nose is broken, they had to pop it back in place. She’s in a lot of pain.”

Rafe all but barked at his father, his mind associating him as a threat. Ward’s eyes softened.

“Sweetheart, how did this happen?”

His voice was no longer bellowing through the halls of the mansion, it was soft, caring, and kind. It reminded you of Rafe, which was odd considering you were almost sure all of the good qualities in him came from his late mother, Kate.

“Rafe was defending me at a party and the guy had him pinned down. I got in the middle and the guy hit me.”

“Son, is this true? Why were you fighting? You know my rules about fighting.”

Ward’s tone was still soft, but disappointment laced his voice. You knew his rules about fighting. Rafe wasn’t allowed to fight unless he was on the brink of death or he was protecting someone else. Ward was very strict about that and always had been. Though most of the tomfoolery and fights Rafe had been in over the years Ward was unaware of.

“It was her ex. He’s hurt her before and he said something smart. I just lost it, Dad.”

Rafe looked down, waiting for Ward’s wrath and disappointment. He lifted his son’s chin, so his eyes could meet his and placed his hand on his cheek.

“I’m not mad, Rafael. I’m just glad you both protected each other tonight. Now, go upstairs, get some rest and we will talk in the morning.”

Ward instructed and the two of you quickly obliged, heading for the staircase. Rafe led you with an outstretched hand that you clung to until you made it to the bedroom.

“You want me to run you a bath, baby?”

“I’d love that, Rafael. Thank you, sweet boy.”

You smiled as best you could, any movement hurting the newly broken part of your face. Rafe momentarily stepped out and into the bathroom, leaving his robe on the bed for you to change into. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable and as much as he wanted to gawk at your beautiful body, he knew now wasn’t the time and when the time came, it would be special. You quickly undressed, wrapping the robe around you. It was white and fluffy and warm, like a fleece blanket. The best part about it was the intoxicating smell of Rafe that lingered in every fiber. You made your way to the bathroom, walking into Rafe being bent over the side, hands dipped in the water to make sure it was just the right temperature. You stood there in the doorway, gawking at the way his bicep contracted as he leaned over the edge of the tub, pouring the bubbles in. Everything about him turned you on, even the way he was blissfully unaware of your presence. You cleared your throat and he turned his neck to look in your direction, arms still outstretched, muscles contracting, as his body leaned over the bath he was preparing for you.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

His sweet smile made your knees weak. How could he think you were pretty right now? ‘It’s just a nickname, he doesn't mean it’, you thought.

“Hi.”

You spoke timidly, making your way into the bathroom and sitting on the lid of the toilet seat. You continued watching him as he finished up, turning the water off, and moving his body toward you.

“Are you ready to get in angel?”

He asks, squatting in front of you, holding your hands in his.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

You sheepishly smiled, looking into his bright baby blues. He gently pulled you to your feet, holding your hands in his.

“Let me step out so you can undress, baby.”

“No.”

You all but yelled at him, but quickly composed yourself. You wanted him to see you, to see all of you.

“No?”

He looked confused and it made you giggle.

“It’s okay, Rafael. You’ve seen me in a bathing suit, this is no different.”

You played it off, knowing it was indeed very different. You were about to be naked in front of the boy you had been in love with for your entire life. It was very fucking different.

“It’s very different, sweetheart.”

He replied, emphasis on the ‘very’.

“It’s okay.”

You reassure him with a smile and before he can protest, you drop the robe from your shoulders. He shuddered as it hit the floor and his eyes were invaded with the sight of you - your breasts, plump and beautiful, sitting pretty in front of him, begging, screaming, crying for him to touch them. You watched him swallow thickly and stepped closer to him, eyes boring holes into his.

“Do you like what you see, Rafael?”

You questioned, your lips turning upward into a devilish smirk. You knew what the fuck you were doing. Though you weren’t sure how you had never even been naked in front of JJ. This just felt so different, so easy.

“You have no idea how much.”

He replied simply, trying to keep his voice even. He took your hand again, helping you lower yourself into the bubbles and once you were seated he went to exit the room, so you could have time to relax after having such a hard day.

“Rafael, where are you going?”

“I just thought you’d want time to relax baby.”

“Well, it’s hard to relax without you, ya know?”

You playfully rolled your eyes as you joked.

“So, you want me to sit with you, baby?”

He was anxious for your answer, not truly knowing what you wanted from him at this moment - casual sex, intimacy, or both.

“I want you to get in with me, sweet boy. Just hold me for a little while.”

His lips turned up into a smile and he quickly stripped himself of his clothes, placing one foot into the tub and sitting behind you. He spread his legs, pulling you back into him and you laid your head on his chest.

“How’s that, pretty girl? Is this what you wanted?”

He smirked into a chuckle but as much as you wanted to laugh you heard that stupid nickname again and it made you cringe.

“Don’t call me that, I’m not that.”

Your voice was weak and feeble. He was taken aback by your declaration because you were that. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“Do you not like it at all or just right now?”

You almost cried at the sweet question and how well he knew you, how in tune he was with your feelings.

“Just right now, I think. I just don’t feel very pretty right now.”

“I know, baby. But, nothing has changed. It’s just a broken bone, it’ll heal.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m just worried, ya know. I mean, what if when it heals, I don’t look the same or you don’t like me anymore?”

“Baby, you gotta slow down, okay? Just breathe. You are the most beautiful person in the world, inside and out, even when you’re hurt. That’s never going to change. I’m never going to not love you.”

“Y-you love me?”

“I do. I sort of always have.”

He replied boldly. You couldn’t believe the words you were hearing, he loved you too. After all this time, he loved you too.

“Is it okay if I clean you up, baby? I’d prefer if you weren’t covered in blood when I tell you that I love you too.”

You questioned him and a smirk danced across your face. His eyes shot up at the confession laced in the back of the nonchalant nature of such a simple sentence, such a simple question. He was absolutely floored. You loved him too. How long had you loved him too? You took the wash rag in your hands, wringing it out and bringing it up to Rafe’s face, gently wiping the blood away from underneath his eyes, around his mouth, on his cheeks, and in his hairline. You dipped it back into the water, making sure to clean each wound with intent and care, placing a kiss on his nose when you were done.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone take care of me like that.”

He gruffly spoke, attempting to clear his throat. The way you made him feel was electric, every fiber of his being, every nerve ending, every muscle was on fire for the way you cared for him.

“Your mom did, I know that for a fact.”

You spoke sweetly and he smiled, knowing you were exactly right. Kate loved him deeply and cared for him like this. Maybe that’s why he loved you so much, you reminded him so much of her.

“Let’s go to bed, Rafael. I’m tired.”

“I know you are baby.”

He placed a kiss on your temple, taking your hands and helping you stand in the tub, wrapping a towel around your shivering form. He quickly dried off and helped you out of the tub, leading you back into his bedroom. You dried off the best you could and sat on the edge of the bed, the towel wrapped around you beneath your armpits. Rafe was rummaging through his dresser, looking for clothes to wear to bed for the both of you when you ushered him over to you.

“Rafe, come here.”

Your voice was soft, but it was coated with desire and longing. He took in your still naked form, thanking whatever Gods were on his side for letting him be here with you, thanking you internally for letting him see you like this. He made his way over to you, following your instructions, and sat on the bed next to you. He was nervous, being naked beside you sent chills down his spine, the water no longer providing any modesty for either of you. He ran his hand up and down his knees repeatedly, seeing him this nervous made you smile.

“What is it, angel?”

He questioned, afraid to touch you in fear of making you uncomfortable.

“Can you just hold me before we put clothes on? I just want to stay like this for a little while.”

“Is that all, angel? You had me worried for a second. Come here.”

You let out a soft giggle, removing your towel and crawling onto his lap, straddling him, the tip of his dick brushing up against your core. He bit back a groan and you felt him grow hard beneath you. You knew what the fuck you were doing and you smirked as you laid your head on his chest. He held you there, rubbing soft circles into your back as he fought to gain his composure. Getting his dick wet was the last thing on his mind, even with your antics. He wouldn’t allow his physical desires to fuck this up. He finally had you, finally knew that you loved him and wanted him too and he wanted your first time to be special. He looked down at you at the exact moment that you looked up at him, his eyes locking with yours. You plunged your lips into his, bringing your hands up to his face. His mouth opened slightly, letting you in. Your tongues fell in sync with each other, like they were meant to wrestle against each other for all of eternity and maybe they were. You panted for air, pulling away, moving to place gentle kisses on his collarbones and his broad shoulders. He pulled back, pushing you a bit, creating a barrier between the two of you. You swallowed thickly at the hurt you felt, at the rejection.

“We should stop.”

He spoke, his tone even, and it shattered your heart into a million pieces.

“I-i’m sorry. I know I’m not experienced, I know that’s not attractive.”

Your voice shook with embarrassment and your eyes went to your hands which were no longer holding on to Rafe’s arms and instead were in your lap. You squeezed them together, a habit you only took part in when you were extremely anxious. You cursed yourself, you couldn’t even kiss him right, you couldn’t do anything right. Rafe’s hands cupped both of your cheeks and his blue eyes could see the sadness laced in yours.

“Hey, don’t do that.”

He spoke softly, continuing to cradle your face in his hands, staring into your eyes so he’d know you heard every word he was about to say.

“Do what?”

You asked innocently, unsure of whether he was referring to you kissing him or something else.

“Don’t go to the bad place in your head. Everything’s okay.”

You brought your eyes back down to your hands, as he let go of your face, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Can you t-tell me w-what I did wrong?”

Your face became a deepened shade of red and he furrowed his brows in confusion and his eyes softened.

“Baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just-, if we do this when we do this, I want it to be when you’re my girl like officially. I don’t want us to have to guess and I want you to be sure I’m who you want your first time to be with.”

Your jaw dropped at his confession, at his sweet words. You giggled.

“Rafael, who did you think I was saving it for? I’ve been your girl since we were seven years old.”

He leaned in and you followed, letting his lips softly graze yours, breath hitching in your throat at the feeling of him. You felt euphoric as he kissed you with equal parts passion, violence, and gentleness. His hands made their way to your breasts hovering over them a bit too long. He was still afraid to touch you but you needed him to. You growled into his mouth, which sent him into overdrive, all his senses burning for you.

“Wrap your legs around me, love.”

He whispered against your lips. You followed his directions and he stood with you in his arms, turning to place you flat on your back on his bed. He knelt in front of the bed, where your legs hung over the edge, and took your left leg into his hands, gently kissing from your ankle up to your thigh. You writhed under his touch, his mouth being mere centimeters from your core.

“You’re beautiful, y/n. Thank you for letting me touch you like this.”

He whispered out and you gave him a sheepish smile.

“Are you sure you want this?”

He asked sweetly, breathing over the space where your thigh and vagina came together in an attempt to tease you.

“I’m sure.”

You breathed out, hands wrapping themselves in Rafe’s hair, pulling at the golden brown locks. At the sound of your permission, Rafe began kissing at your entrance, rubbing his thumb over your g spot ever so slowly. You wriggled under his large hands, groaning loudly when the sensation of his lips met your sensitive nub over and over.

You’re so utterly lost in the kisses, in the way his mouth feels against you that you almost forget to breathe.

“I’m gonna put a finger in baby, need you to tell me if it hurts, okay?”

You eagerly nodded and became undone as his finger bottomed out inside of you. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head.

“How’s that feeling, baby?”

“S-so g-good.”

You said, breathlessly.

“Gonna add another, baby. Tell me if it hurts.”

You again nodded as quickly as your head would move. He slid in another one of his long fingers, bottoming out inside of you, letting you adjust before beginning to move them back and forth, picking up the pace and curling his fingers as he felt you clench around his hand, reaching your climax.

“Rafe, I think I have to pee.”

You spoke sheepishly and he chuckled.

“That’s not pee, baby. That’s your body telling you that what we’re doing is making you feel good. You’re about to have your first orgasm.”

He smiled reassuringly and you gingerly nodded, again ashamed at your lack of knowledge and experience. Rafe pulled his fingers out of you and you missed the contact. You let out a tangled whine.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Thank you so much for letting me touch you like this.”

You smiled at his reassurance, running his fingers through his hair as he placed kisses under your belly button, where your largest pump site scars resided.

“I love these scars, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you, Rafael.”

With no warning, he plunges his tongue inside of your delicate entrance and you feel yourself clench around him, your stomach knotting up once more and your body chasing the high that he was giving you. You hoped what he said was true and that you weren’t about to pee in his mouth, as the damn was breaking around you and the knot within your stomach busted, releasing every feel-good hormone your body held. All you could see were stars as your vision blackened. You looked to Rafe after a moment, your chest heaving up and down. His pupils were blown, desire lacing them.

“How was that, beautiful?”

He questioned, looking up at you with a smirk as he placed kisses over your tummy once more.

“Let’s do it again, but this time, I want you inside me.”

You quipped in a serious tone. You needed him to know you were serious and you wanted him, all of him.

“As you wish, baby. Are you on the pill or do you want me to use a rubber?”

He asked gently.

“I’m on the pill, sweet boy. Thank you for asking, but I want to feel every inch of you.”

He simply nods in response and parts your legs a bit more, throwing your ankles over his shoulders as he positions himself in front of your entrance. You watch him, eagerly waiting for the moment he’s going to be inside of you. He hovers over your face, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Honey-, listen, this is going to hurt a bit, okay? But I promise it’ll feel better quickly. I need you to talk to me through it, okay? I need to know how you’re feeling the whole time.”

“Okay, baby. I promise.”

You smiled brightly up at the gorgeous man hanging his head over you, leaning up to kiss his nose.

“I’m ready, Rafael.”

He nodded and kissed you passionately on the lips, moving down the entirety of your jaw and neck before landing on your breasts, grazing them with his tongue. You sharply inhaled at the new sensation. He gently bit down, sucking at your hardened peak. You groaned loudly, letting him know to stop teasing you.

“Rafe-”

You all but yelled his name, letting him know he was frustrating you.

“Patience. Tell me what you need, baby.”

His voice remained sweet, he sensed your need for him.

“Put it in, already!”

You grunted and he let out a belly laugh.

“Okay, baby. All you had to do was ask.”

He smiled, lining his tip up with your entrance once more and gently pushing in. Before you could even process what had happened, tears leaked out of the sides of your eyes. He was big, much bigger than you had anticipated. Rafe leaned down, wiping your tears away.

“Am I hurting you, angel? You can tell me, I won’t be upset.”

“No, it’s just uncomfortable.”

He gingerly nodded, knowing what you meant.

“I know baby, I’m sorry. It’ll be over soon.”

He gently placed kisses all over your face while he bottomed out and waited for you to adjust to his size.

“Okay, you can start moving.”

You spoke, the feeling of his dick sending you into a euphoric state. Nothing has ever made you feel this good in your entire life. Rafe’s pace quickened as he pounded in and out of you. You felt the familiar knot grow in your stomach and threw your head back.

“How’s it feeling, pretty girl? You’re so pretty like this, baby. Thank you for letting me see you like this.”

“S-so good, Rafe.”

He hit you with another hard thrust, scraping against your sweet spot once more.

“Rafe, I’m gonna cum-”

You gasped.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m right behind you. Go ahead, angel.”

He whispered into your hairline as he leaned down, peppering kisses on your collarbones. The new position let him hit your sweet spot and you screamed out as the second wave of pleasure wracked through your body.

Rafael-, I love you so much.”

You screamed out as he held you, letting you ride out your orgasm. He kissed your forehead as you came down from your high. He pulled out of you, already missing the warmth.

“I love you too, sweet girl. Are you mine?”

“I’m your girl, forever.”

You breathed out against him, letting him run into the bathroom to grab something to clean up with before cuddling into his chest and falling into a blissful sleep.

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crystal-methionine · 2 months ago

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Alrighty. Time for my annual pilgrimage back here to give you my thoughts on Eurovision. Here are my thoughts on the 36 countries that participated.

1. Finland 🇫🇮 Erika Vikman - Ich Komme: Girl, she came and so did I. I have no notes for this song and performance. Erika is such a performer and that song has never gotten old for me. The fact she didn’t make top 10 is criminal. My winner since UMK songs were released. 10/10

2. Latvia 🇱🇻 Tautumeitas - Bur Man Laimi: Before the performances this week, this wasn’t as high on the list for me. It was mid-teens bc I loved the atmosphere it created. But the staging of this brought it to life and I was loving every minute. I never blinked and lost interest. That is how you stage an ethnic song, everyone take notes. 13th is respectable, but honestly should be higher 10/10

3. Albania 🇦🇱 Shkodra Electonike - Zjerm: Albania has become a powerhouse in my eye over the past few years. When the favorite doesn’t win at their national final, it’s for a good reason bc you get this. I normally love their entries and then it falls off on me bc it’s been months. Zjerm only grew higher and higher for me. As each other song came out, it stayed solidly at my top 10. What a great year. A deserved top 10 finish. Would have been happy if they won. 9.9/10

4. Austria 🇦🇹 JJ - Wasted Love: absolutely was fighting for my life during the televote sequence. I was begging Europe to please give him more points in the jury just in case, but we made it. A deserved winner for sure. The staging was so good and he sounded good every time. The pattern of Sweden -> Country with red base and white cross host -> all Nordics qualify -> Austria win was right. Sweden will be mad next year if they don’t win again… 9.8/10

5. Italy 🇮🇹 Lucio Corsi - Volevo esse un duro: At first, I was put off after it was announced Lucio would get a shot at Eurovision after the first guy said no, once I saw his makeup. The more I listened without seeing the visuals, I liked it more and more each time. Then it all clicked when I saw the first semi and his place in my top skyrocketed. I was so scared Europe was going to write him off, but I was pleasantly surprised he got a top 10 place. Well deserved. 9.5/10

6. Portugal 🇵🇹 NAPA - Deslocado: I felt like I was one of the only ones (besides the Portuguese) who loved this song. I didn’t have the time to keep up with their national final this year so I just listened after it was announced they would represent Portugal. It rose up to my top 10. Then I saw the reactions and everyone putting them 35th for the most part. I screamed in joy when they qualified. I didn’t care if it was barely or anything. They created such a calm vibe that was missing. 9.4/10

7. Poland 🇵🇱 Justyna Steckzowska - GAJA: Another song that was always high in my top from beginning to end. This woman is mother. 52 and doing all that stunting and never faltering vocally. She could have had the worst staging and I still would be living and in awe. She deserved so much more than she got with the jury. Glad she got a ton of televote points. Should have been top 10. 9.3/10

8. Switzerland 🇨🇭 Zoe Me - Voyage: Many songs this year didn’t take me on a journey. This one did though. I think if this had been from France and not hosts Switzerland, it wouldn’t have gotten 0 points from the public. But also how did this get on par results in the televote as UK???? Glad the jury gave her love. 9.2/10

9. Germany 🇩🇪 Abor & Tynna - Baller: I was shocked that Germany didn’t mess up the national final voting. I actually liked a song from Germany for the entire season??? I think the performance was good. Definitely the most fun entry Germany has sent out in a long while. Loved it was in German. 9/10

10. France 🇫🇷 Louane - Maman: France never fails to put out one of the most interesting stagings and the streak continues. The song itself was also a powerful anthem. I’m not normally a big ballad person, but clearly this year I am bc a lot of the top 10 are ballads. 9/10

11. Lithuania 🇱🇹 Katarsis - Tavo Akys: I definitely have a still-going emo phase and with this being the only emo-like song this year imo, I was immediately drawn to it. But also vocals!!! Katarsis sounded good every single time without fail. Plus the song was pure emotion and I could feel every minute of it. I loved it and am probably the only one. I wish they had been closer to top 10 because it was deserved so. 9/10

12. Sweden 🇸🇪 KAJ - Bara Bada Bastu: I loved this song so much, especially the Swedish language (finally!!). While it was a strong entry and I probably would have been fine with it winning like the odds showed, I am glad that we get to see someone else besides Sweden win. I think people might say Mans should have gone bc he probably would have won, but I’m glad we got new people from Sweden and they deserved the place they got for sure. 8.9/10

13. Norway 🇳🇴 Kyle Alessandro - Lighter: Such a bop. I still got goosebumps at the riffs at the end bc Kyle can sing. He is such a charismatic performer. I think the song was ok, but he’s what made the whole package great. I do think he should have been higher at the end of the night, but I’m glad he qualified as I was nervous for Norway given the quality of the rest of MGP this year. 8.8/10

14. Denmark 🇩🇰 Sissal - Hallucination: Queen of Eurodance this year. Sissal was one of the few I kept up with on socials and she is hilarious. And she can sing! Like sing sing. I don’t think she ever faltered. While the performance wasn’t as high energy as the song, I still had fun listening and watching. I think that’s what dinged Denmark on points, but I know she had a lot of fun and it made me have fun. 8.5/10

15. Greece 🇬🇷 Klavdia - Asteromata: For a while, this was higher for me. Then I got tired of the song. It raised a bit more this week bc her performance of it was truly captivating. Vocally on point and emotional for sure. I’m glad she got a good result overall. 8.4/10

16. Iceland 🇮🇸 Væb - ROA: This song is fun. And in Icelandic to boot. The vocals were eh but when you’re having that much fun, it’s easy to ignore. Unlike the Minecraft octo-pussy they had pop up on screen at one point. Glad they qualified 8.3/10

17. Malta 🇲🇹 Miriana Conte - Serving: I honestly KANT believe it got such a low televote score. Jury, sure, but the public?? I’m glad she was able to bring Malta back to the final and have as much fun as she did. It was never really one of the songs I listened to a lot of, but I rarely skip it. She sounded great vocally and the staging was interesting for sure. 8.1/10

18. Armenia 🇦🇲 PARG - Survivor: I was genuinely shocked this actually qualified. Before the staging, I was borderline but after watching the semi, I was convinced this was going to do well bc shirtless man running and sounded vocally good. I also do like Imagine Dragons’ old albums and this gave me those vibes. 8/10

19. Slovenia 🇸🇮 Klemen - HMTDWHLT: I am not spelling the title out. Hear me out. I too was on the train of solid non-qualifier. Never managed to get through the song on Spotify bc bored. Then I watched it in the semi. It clicked. Maybe it’s that I have lost 2 family members I was close to within the past month. Maybe it’s actually the song is good and you just hate ballads. 7.8/10

20. Netherlands 🇳🇱 Claude - C’est la vie: I’m still kinda confused why he chose to sing the song mostly in frenglish. Pick one?? The vocals in rehearsal were awful with an immediate drop in my top to NQ. I never really got into the song like others did. Not sure why…but still better than some. 7.5/10

21. Australia 🇦🇺 Gojo - Milkshake Man: Look, I love joke entries, but I do pick one and stick to it. This wasn’t the one this year. That being said, I did usually not skip it. I’m not shocked it NQ’ed. I don’t agree with it, but I am not shocked. He was a bit off vocally for me. Staging was hilarious though. But how can he be mostly naked with a large codpiece and Erika has to cover up??? 7.5/10

22. Belgium 🇧🇪 Red Sebastian - Strobe Lights: I was shocked this NQ’ed. Like genuinely. I felt bad, but was glad to have Portugal and Iceland, which I believed were lost causes. I think it came to so much red and a lot of the lower register struggling a bit vocally. I genuinely don’t know but should have been in over some. 7.2/10

23. Czechia 🇨🇿 Adonxs - Kiss Kiss Goodbye: I wasn’t sure about this from the start. It seemed like a solid Q. Then watching it back, I see some flaws here and there. I like his lower bass register than his breathy tenors. Maybe that’s what got him a NQ. I think he good, just not outstanding. 7/10

24. Spain 🇪🇸 Melody - Esa Diva: I normally love Spain. This year was an anomaly. I really didn’t vibe with the song ever, esp before the revamp. I think Benidorm was really weak this year and it showed. Hopefully Spain will be better next year. However, not the lowest of the Big 5. 6.9/10

25. Ukraine 🇺🇦 Ziferblat - Bird of Pray: I don’t think Ukraine deserved to NQ, but they certainly were not top of the class. I don’t think they earned their top 10 either. The song is good. I had it higher up early on, but the staging of this was so middle of the road and confusing. Why the bad camera angles and costumes? I understand sticking to the 70s theme, but there are better ways. 6.5/10

26. Luxembourg 🇱🇺 Laura Thorn - La poupee mont le son: You can’t read the doll…baby, yes I can. The final result of the staging and costume was fine, but it still seemed too childish. I understand it was about breaking out of the dollhouse and being independent or something like that, but I just never got behind this entry. Visuals got it this high tbh. 6/10

27. Cyprus 🇨🇾 Theo Evan - Shh: A pretty loud track for hushing people. I didn’t like the song lyrically. I did like it musically. I loved the staging. I didn’t love the vocals. It was a bit of a struggle. I see why it NQ’ed barely, but agree it could have easily been in the final over San Marino. 6/10

28. Azerbaijan 🇦🇿 Mamagama - Run with U: Hear me out. Live, vocals were extremely questionable. Musically and lyrically, I actually really like this. I listen to the studio cut all the time. It was tragic that the vocals live were so bad. I want to rank this higher, but I can’t. 5.9/10

29. San Marino 🇸🇲 Gabry Ponte - Tutta L’Italia: of the 3 Italian songs, it was the middle for me. While I can listen to it every once in a while, I just get bored. Live, I think it faltered big. DJs without a “featuring” have no place at Eurovision tbh. Give singers credit or don’t participate tbh. 5.5/10

30. UK 🇬🇧 Remember Monday - WTHJH?: Indeed. What the hell did just happen? It was like 3 songs in one. I hate fast verse, slow chorus songs. I don’t know why but they irritate me. I like certain elements but then they would jam a new time signature in after it was getting interesting and throw me off. 5/10

31. Croatia 🇭🇷 Marko Bosniak - Poison Cake: What a downgrade from last year tbh. It started clicking during the live show, but not enough for me to keep interest and want a Q from it. 4/10

32. Ireland 🇮🇪 Emmy - Laika Party: I genuinely don’t know if the songs is annoying me or if the Bobbi Arlo rage took hold of me. I don’t get this song as others may have. Emmy was good in Witch Woods. I don’t think this is her genre of song. 3.5/10

33. Montenegro 🇲🇪 Nina Zizic - Dobrodosli: Ah, the annual Balkan ballad from a former Yugoslav republic. It just didn’t stand out unfortunately. I felt so bad for the voice crack bc I saw how good vocally Nina is normally. 3/10

34. Serbia 🇷🇸 Princ - Mila: The other annual Balkan ballad from a Yugoslav republic. Just not the highest in my ranking. I think like Nina, it didn’t stand out as a song. He can sing and is very well-looking, but the contest is about songs, not looks. 2.9/10

35. Estonia 🇪🇪 Tommy Cash - Espresso Macchiato: See previous comment about joke entry. If you’re gonna do a joke, at least be able to sing. 2/10

36. Georgia 🇬🇪 Mariam Shengeli - Freedom: I didn’t know about her politics because I didn’t even listen to the song in full til the semi bc I physically couldn’t get through it.

If you ask where a certain country is, I’m sure you can think of the answer as to why it’s not here. They shouldn’t have been there to begin with due to the same reason Russia isn’t allowed. I hope they really do allow for discussion amongst broadcasters before Austria next year. It shouldn’t be this hard to put the values of the contest into effect.

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phantompoguefangirl · 1 year ago

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GREEN LIGHT-SPENCER REID

'Love compels cruelty To those who do not understand love.'

'I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.'

'In my end is my beginning.'

T.S. Eliot

A/N: Based on the episodes Green Light and Red light and basically that whole section of Season 12. Fluff and ANGST. This is also on my wattpad SerpentBeauty1710 and will be on my AO3, MayaGillespieReid

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Y/N POV:

Nothing could have prepared me for any of this.

Not for the way my soul left my body when the words "Spencer is in jail in Mexico" came out of Emily's horrified mouth.

Not for the anxiety being stuck home waiting for answers when half the team went down to get him.

Not for the relief and yet underlying tornado of emotions when the beautiful, kind and innocent boy wonder, the love of my life, my sweet Spencer...walked into the BAU in handcuffs.

The frustration when my short legs and rapidly expanding belly wouldn't let me get to him faster. The pain when he couldn't hug me back, then the love and desperation I felt him return by nuzzling his face into my neck as best he could while his bound hands caressed my bump. The soft but urgent warmth of his lips as I reached up to kiss him. The brief touch of his forehead to mine and the whispered reassurances right before Emily led him back to the elevator.

The way I broke down sobbing when the judge denied bail.

And the agony of waiting, of knowing he was so close to home and not being able to hold him or keep him safe. And on top of that, the stress of not knowing if he would get out in time, if at all...

The team did their best to support me through it and took turns helping with Diana when they could, along with the caregiver Spencer and I had hired for her. We had decided to move into a house with a mother in law suite for Diana when Spencer brought her to live with us in DC. We'd agreed Diana would do better with her own space and it ended up being a really good thing we moved. The team helped me finish settling in. Garcia was all over decorating, Emily JJ and Tara helped me organize everything, Derek and our new agent Luke handled any repairs and/or replacements that needed done and Rossi brought his delicious food regularly. Hotch had very recently gone into in witsec with Jack, but I knew he'd be here helping too if he could.

I smiled appreciatively at the thought of our friends as I struggled to roll out of bed and padded to the kitchen for breakfast. I was grabbing a croissant from the container when I felt a small pinch in my neck and everything went dark.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in what seemed to be a trunk. I was going to kick a tail light out or or scream or something but my hands and feet were tied up and there was duct tape over my mouth. It was cold, much more so probably due to the fact that I was only in a tank top and pajama shorts.

I didn't recognize my captors' voices but I tried to listen to the youngish girl and older man when they spoke. They mostly talked in low tones so it was difficult, but I heard them whisper Diana's name and something about the caregiver which caused my heart and stomach to constrict in terror. I wanted to scream at them to tell me where my mother in law was, but I knew it would probably do no good and I still had the tape on my mouth anyway.

What felt like days(but was probably only hours) passed and the only respite I had was when the man moved me to a different trunk and removed the tape before holding the phone to my ear. I recognized the phone number on the screen.

"Spencer?" I whimpered, shifting umcomfortably as the man held on to the ropes around me.

"Y/N, are you okay?!" He cried out desperately.

"Yeah we're okay, I think," I answered softly. "But Spencer, they have Mom. I don't know where, she's not with me but-"

The man shoved the tape back over my mouth and closed the trunk. I thought I heard Diana's scared voice right before he took the phone away, which was odd. I did hear a gunshot right outside a second later though, followed by a loud explosion, before the vehicle I was in roared to life and was suddenly in motion.

I tried to mentally document all of my surroundings, while simultaneously looking around for something to cut my bindings with, in order to keep myself from panicking. However, every so often the tightening feeling would return and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Spencer's soft voice in my mind reassured me and reminded me how amazing our team is, which helped to soothe me a little. That led me to distract myself with thoughts of my wonderful husband. Of every little thing about him that I was so in love with. Things like his ridiculously cute laugh, our shared fascination with books and learning, the way he loved so deeply with his entire heart, his gentle kindness, his relentless determination, etc. One of my favorite things was the expression on his face whenever he concentrated hard on anything or whenever he was deep in thought. The way his brow furrowed while he rested his chin on his folded hand, every so often running his thumb or knuckle across his bottom lip or sometimes against his chin. I'd never seen him do this so intensely until the day he figured out this special puzzle box I'd had made for him.

*FLASHBACK*

It took me a bit to think of a good way to tell him the news. I didn't want to just say the words or show him the test or something simple. I wanted it to be as special as he was to me. It was a conversation we'd had about Sherlock Holmes that finally gave me the idea. I created a little scavenger hunt for him, the last clue of which was a puzzle box for him to solve. He loved puzzles and riddles. The answer to open the box was a phrase that he would have to guess.

He figured out the clues to the hunt much faster than expected, but the puzzle box actually took him quite a while to figure out. He got so determined to crack it that he brought it to work, unbeknownst to me. I was shocked when I walked into the round table room(I'd stopped in the break room for some tea which we were sadly out of) and found him studying it, eyebrows furrowed very deeply, head on hand and thumb brushing against his lip while Garcia and Hotch were briefing us on a case. I tried not to stare at him, because let's be honest it was unbelievably hot when he looked like that, and silently hoped he would not crack the code till later. Of course I had no such luck. He was a genius after all.

"I'm pregnant? What? I'm not-" Spencer suddenly said out loud, causing us all to stop and look at him. He was silenced by the box unlocking as he finished turning the small knobs to the correct letters. He saw what was inside and his eyes grew to the size of bowling balls as he picked it up. His face snapped up to look at me and he jumped out of his seat at the same time. "YOU'RE PREGNANT?!"

Everyone gaped at us. I froze, having not even made it into a chair yet.

"I...um...yeah," I managed to get out after a moment.

Spencer's mouth dropped open and his eyes somehow softened while staying wide. His floppy brown curls made him look even more like a puppy as he reached for me and squeaked out the word "Really?"

My heart melted, every emotion flooding to the surface, as I stepped closer to him.

"Yeah really. We're gonna have a baby, Spence," I said softly, smiling tentatively.

A gasp escaped Spencer's lips as he pulled me into his arms and spun me around while everyone cheered. He set me down and kissed me passionately through happy tears before the team engulfed us in hugs.

"Congratulations, you two," Hotch said, revealing a rare, genuine smile.

"Tanta Felicità!" Rossi exclaimed in Italian as he kissed our cheeks.

"You guys! This is amazing!" JJ said, "You're gonna be great parents!"

Tara echoed this enthusiastically, affectionately wrapping her arms around us for a brief moment before backing up.

"Wow, I was totally kidding when I asked if you wanted little baby geniuses some day. I'm so glad I was right though. This is wonderful news!" Emily quipped, grinning.

"BABY GENIUS THERE IS GOING TO BE A BABY GENIUS OH MY GOD I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD!" Penelope all but screeched as she embraced us tightly, continuing to ramble. "Auntie Penelope is gonna spoil the heck out of this little one just like I do with Henry and Michael! I hope it's a girl but as long as he or she is healthy that's all that really matters."

"Way to go, Pretty Boy. I didn't know you had it in you!" Morgan joked once Garcia was done, clapping Spencer on the shoulder as we all giggled. "But I couldn't be happier for you both."

"Thanks man," Spencer chuckled, as he looked down at the object in his hands and teared up some more.

"What is it?" Morgan asked. Nobody had seemed to notice the object before but now they all zeroed in on it.

"A onesie?" JJ asked.

"It says 'Daddy's little Genius'...Daddy... I'm gonna be a dad...," Spencer murmured, smiling in that adorable way he does when he's emotional.

A chorus of awwwws filled the room followed by them scruffing Spencer's hair or clapping him on the shoulders again. I also received more hugs and a couple kisses on the head from Morgan and Rossi.

Hotch let us celebrate for a second, and celebrated with us, before drawing our attention back to the case at hand. Of course, Penelope told us we were having a real celebration when we got back and would not take no for an answer. And that's exactly what we did.

I hadn't meant for everyone to find out like that, but it ended up being the happiest moment in my life so far.

The memory faded as the tightening intensified. It felt like a weight pressing on me, like I wasn't going to be able to relax until I knew that Diana was safe. If anything happened to her, I wasn't sure what the hell I would do. She'd been doing so much better and she'd been absolutely over the moon upon learning she was going to be a grandmother. She'd nearly screamed out joyfully when we told her the news. She'd insisted that Spencer and I take turns reading to the baby every day and when Spencer was away, she took his place, picking up wherever he left off while I rested. Diana was genuinely wonderful and I was not violent by nature but I would go absolutely feral on anyone who hurt her, even in my current condition.

I tried to keep distracting myself with thoughts of Spencer and eventually began to doze off.

SPENCER POV:

I realized who the girl was as soon as she left the visiting room with my mother. I contacted the team as soon as possible to let them know, unable to keep from panicking.

Convincing them to believe me and the wait for news was excruciating but that was nothing compared to what I felt when Emily visited to update me on everything.

As soon as she walked in the room, I could see that something was very wrong, aside from Lindsey taking my mom. I think subconsciously I already knew what it was when I first saw Lindsey, but I couldn't bear to let myself even consider it.

"We found your caregiver dead in a house just a few houses down from yours. Ballistics came back and turns out Lindsey used her father's gun. We don't know whether it was to prove a point or something else, but the reasons are unimportant." Emily began, urging me to sit. I politely refused and she continued, "The point is that you were right, Reid. You were right and I didn't believe you. I'm so sorry."

"She's a daddy's girl. She can't help but use his gun," I mused out loud, going over the memories of her case in my mind.

"Good. That's good. That helps," Emily said, but there was something about her voice that alerted me.

I sat there across the table, shaking at this point, but I made myself look at her. "There's something else you're not telling me, isn't there?"

Emily looked down, hesitating for a second before answering.

"It's Y/N," she finally said, holding back tears,"Lindsey took her too."

My heart stopped. I heard Emily shout my name but couldn't focus on her at all. I couldn't think. I couldn't even pull oxygen into my lungs.

This was not happening.

This could not be happening.

Not my wife... not our baby...

I felt a hand on my arm. I shoved it off of me.

"You have to find them, Emily. Promise me you'll find my mom and Y/N." I begged, desperately.

"I promise you, Reid. We will find them," Emily assured me. "Right now you just have to find a way to isolate yourself."

I stormed toward the door and had the guard take me back to my cell.

I ended up having to make it look like Shaw stabbed me with a shiv to get put in solitary confinement. I couldn't handle anything else happening and I had to least try and stay safe on the off chance I got to get out and search for my wife and mom. Not that I had any hope that I would get out at this point in time, but I trusted my team with everything and I knew they would not rest till they found my family.

Sometime later, I found myself being brought out of isolation without any warning and I was terrified that Shaw had conjured up his own way to get to me. The guard left me in a room alone and I tried to remain calm, bracing myself for what was to come.

I was not prepared for my best friend to walk through the door.

"We're taking you home," JJ choked out as her eyes watered.

I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding as I pulled her into a tight hug. After a minute, she led me out the door and took me back to the BAU.

The sense of ease at seeing my work family again, especially the radiant embodiment of sunshine that was Penelope Garcia, was brief. It was soon overshadowed by unbridled rage when we discovered that Cat Adams was the true mastermind behind all of this.

She had Lindsey frame me for murder.

She had me put in prison.

She risked my sobriety by drugging me.

She had Lindsey kidnap my family.

Now, she was demanding to speak to me by using them as leverage.

Of course she wanted to play a game just like we did before when I arrested her, using my watch as the timer. She was angry that I'd outsmarted her so she wanted to break me. I was not about to let her have even a sliver of satisfaction.

She almost succeeded, however, when she revealed she was pregnant with my child.

Almost.

Apparently she'd told Lindsey to pretend to be Y/N after she dosed me with drugs so she could collect a sample from me down in Mexico. I knew it should not be possible, but I had been drugged and my memories of that day were still very hazy so I couldn't be sure.

"That's right, Y/N's not the only one carrying a baby protegé," Cat said in almost a sing song voice as I rushed out of the room. "I was thinking, if it's a boy, Spencie Junior. Or if it's a girl, Y/N. You know, since she played a part in her own conception."

JJ was waiting outside with Cat's file, hesitantly holding it up. I barely heard the words she said as I read it, then threw it against the wall once I saw the confirmation of pregnancy.

"Sorry," I said gently, upon noticing I had scared JJ. I ran my fingers through my hair. "I just...just need a minute."

JJ just nodded in understanding.

Some time later, the team discovered that Cat was lying about the child being mine and we eventually got her to call her cohort for proof of life.

My heart swelled when I heard the love of my life's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Yeah we're okay, I think," she answered softly. Dread filled me at her next words. "But Spencer they have Mom. I don't know where, she's not with me but-

She'd conferenced in the call for my mom too and their voices made me hopeful for a second before both calls were cut off with explosions.

I forced the metal table out of my way before shoving Cat against the wall by her throat.

"I'm gonna kill you," I hissed, enraged once more. "I'm gonna kill you."

I kept repeating that until JJ pried me off of Cat, reminding me over and over that she was pregnant.

I stormed out again with JJ hot on my heels. I didn't have time to break down before the team told us that there was a call in about an amber alert Emily put out for Lindsey. Two vehicles at the scene were blown up but the only victim inside was male.

I felt bad for the man who was killed, but this meant there was hope again.

JJ and I talked some things through and pieced together what Cat really wanted me to say. While I told Cat what she wanted to hear, the team discovered the prison guard who had actually been the one to impregnate Cat and found two properties he owned.

I won the game by telling Cat that I could have done several different things to get out of the situation with Shaw and his men but I chose the one that would cause the most pain. In the process, Lindsey overheard us on Emily's tablet which had been connected to the visiting room cameras, realizing Cat betrayed her and therefore giving up.

As I was heading out, Cat piped up again. "How are you going to be a father now that you've proven you enjoyed hurting those men in prison? I mean, because once you've crossed that line, you can never go back."

In a split second I was on my knees in front of her, yanking my watch off of her wrist.

"Watch me," I retorted before walking out.

The team found my mom first and they let me see her briefly, then they took her to the hospital to make sure she was okay. We went to a secondary location we'd discovered which was where they were holding Y/N. I wasn't technically supposed to go because I was not reinstated yet but I couldn't think clearly enough to obey that rule when my girl and my unborn child were in danger.

Luckily, JJ was a parent and knew me too well so she had my back. Rossi also understood and had a helicopter standing by. We managed to make it there in time for the team to breech the house and I rushed in along side them without thinking.

That's when my whole life changed.

Y/N P.O.V.

My captors brought me to a house and left me in a room on the floor. I was alone for awhile and attempted to move to relieve the tight cramping sensation, which had gotten so much worse. I tried to conceal my pain from the man who was walking around the house setting stuff up and attaching rectangle shaped objects to the walls.

I was horrified when I saw that they were C4 charges. The resulting panic ran concurrent with another very intense tightening sensation, followed by what felt like a toilet flushing inside me and then a few minutes later, warm liquid spilled out between my legs.

All at once, the realization hit. The pains I'd been feeling all day were contractions and the liquid was my water breaking.

I was in labor. I had been kidnapped, was about to be blown up and I was in fucking labor.

I wasn't even due for another few weeks so this shouldn't be happening yet. I mean, I knew from the books Spencer and I read that babies rarely came on their actual due dates, but I was still incredibly frightened.

I wept quietly. Three or four more excruciating contractions ripped through me much more quickly before I was distracted by the doors being busted open.

I almost didn't even notice Tara knocking out the unsub or the others disarming the bombs because all I could focus on was the beautiful face of my sweet Spencer as he rushed over to me.

He hijacked Luke's pocket knife from his belt, swiftly slicing through the ropes before wrapping his arms around me.

"Spence," I sobbed hysterically into his shoulder.

"I'm here, love. It's okay," he murmured into my hair, kissing the side of my head.

"How are you here?" I asked, almost unable to conceive that he was really in front of me.

"I'll explain later. Right now we have to get you out of here," He answered, reaching to help me up.

"Wait, is Mom-" I started to say, but he was way ahead of me.

"Mom is fine, Emily and Luke got her back." he responded, relief in his voice.

"Oh, thank God. I-oh!" I grimaced, grabbing my belly.

"What's wrong?" Spencer asked, his face instantly distressed.

"The baby is coming," I managed to say through gritted teeth. "Like, right now."

"What?!"He nearly shouted. He located and motioned to the paramedics that had followed him in. "She's in labor. We need to get her to the hospital immediately!"

The EMTs rushed over to us.

"Ma'am how far apart are your contractions?" one of the paramedics asked as he opened his bag, applied a blood pressure cuff to my arm and took my vitals. Another EMT started setting up a stretcher for me.

I gripped my husband's bicep for dear life as I felt another contraction after a little bit. He winced in pain but he supported me through it.

"I don't know, but close enough to know we ain't making it to the hospital," I groaned, leaning against him once it passed.

"Damn it, you're right. That last one was 2 minutes and 48 seconds from the one you had when I got here. How are you in active labor so quickly? The books said the first child usually takes the longest and it could be hours if not days before the baby is born," Spencer rambled anxiously.

"Um, pretty sure I've been having contractions since they took us," I told him,"How long has it been since then?"

He gaped at me,"It's about 1:30am. It's been approximately 17 hours. God, I'm so sorry, Y/N. This is not how this was supposed to happen. It's 3 weeks early and you're under too much stress-"

"It's okay, Spence. We're okay," I reassured him, grabbing my belly as another pain shot through me. "Oohh nope we're not!"

Spencer looked so freaked out which was sort of scaring me.

The EMT seemed to notice and stopped what he was doing,"Hey, it's going to be okay, guys. Her vitals and everything look good and babies are delivered a few weeks premature all the time and are in perfect health. We'll take good care of you all, I promise."

It seemed to work. Spencer relaxed a little bit and switched into doctor mode, holding my hands.

"You're alright, just remember the birthing classes. Breathe with me like this, okay?" He instructed in a gentle voice, demonstrating what the lamaze teacher taught us. I did what he said as best as I could.

The team, who was still standing there awkwardly, left when Spencer and the paramedic started to remove my short bottoms and slid a large pad thing underneath me. JJ said they would meet us at the hospital since they needed to check on Diana anyway. At some point in the process Spencer slipped behind me, sitting with his legs on either side of me and his arms under mine, probably without thinking about it. We sat like this a lot in the classes and also at home because he'd read that sitting like this while carefully lifting my belly provided some much needed relief from it weighing down on me.

"Looks like you're fully dialated. It's time for you to push," the paramedic said, after he checked me. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"I need," I grunted, shifting back against Spencer, who as quick to assist,"I need to be up..."

"What?" the medic asked, confused.

"Statistically, it's much more beneficial and effective to give birth in an upright position such as squatting or kneeling on all fours," Spencer prattled off facts as he lifted me so I was sitting up against his chest. He kept his arms underneath mine and entwined our fingers so I could squeeze his hands whenever I needed to."In fact, up until the 1700's, women were even known to give birth standing up. It allows the pelvic bones to open up for the child to pass through more easily and gravity helps the process move faster."

The medic gave him the look everyone gives him when he spouts facts and I supressed a giggle.

"Are you a doctor?" he asked my husband, incredulously.

"I have 3 phD's so technically yes-oh owww,"Spencer's sentence was interrupted by me squeezing the life out of his hands as another one hit.

The medic gave him a 'wow' look and then focused on me again,"Okay, anyway I'm gonna have you push through this contraction. Are you ready?"

I nodded and inhaled deeply, pushing on his cue. He counted down and told me to stop. I exhaled harshly and rested for a second before I was told to do it again. We repeated this a few times, Spencer lovingly encouraging me through it. The medic also reassured me that I was doing great, even though I was exhausted and didn't feel like I was doing well.

Sooner than expected, a tiny wail filled the room, changing everything and stirring an indescribable feeling inside me.

"It's a girl!" The paramedic announced, cleaning her, wrapping her in the blue towel things they use and placing her in my arms.

"Oh my gosh" I gasped as I stroked her small head, in hysterical tears at this point. "Hello my little love...oh Spence, look at her..."

Spencer, gaping at her in awe, managed to speak, "H-hi princess, I'm your dad...wow you're so beautiful...you look just like your mommy."

He wasn't wrong. She had his round, hazel eyes, but most of her facial features and her hair color were the same as mine. I smiled warmly down at her through my tears.

I was going to throw back a smart remark but it was forgotten as more tightening and the need to push again overtook me. "Something else is coming out what the-?"

"It's probably the placenta needing to be delivered," Spencer said, without taking his eyes off of our daughter.

"I don't think so," The medic said, reaching his hands out as I instinctively pushed some more.

Just when I thought I could not exert myself anymore, whatever it was came out and the medic grinned, holding it up. "Does that look like a placenta to you, Doctor?"

Our eyes just about popped out of our heads at the sight of the tiny wriggling form.

Another baby??!!

"I-No but- that's impossible," Spencer stuttered, in shock. I mirrored his expression completely.

"You didn't know?" The medic looked confused as he grabbed another towel thing.

"No, the ultrasounds only showed one baby," I said, in disbelief.

"This is a surprise then!" the medic chuckled. "Well congratulations Mom and Dad, it's a boy!"

He placed the baby in my other arm and reminded Spencer, who was still completely astounded, to cut the umbilical cords.

"We have twins?" Spencer whispered increduously, staring at the two small bundles wiggling against my chest.

"We have twins," I repeated, gazing back and forth between my babies and my husband, dumbfounded, "I can't believe it."

The second baby looked exactly like his father. The same brown curls, the same nose, lips, eyes, everything. He was perfect. Both our children were. I'd never felt so much love and joy in my life and I could tell Spencer hadn't either.

"Hi, sweet boy, we were not expecting you, but we are so happy that you're here," I cooed at my son.

"Yes we are. We love you so much, little buddy," Spencer agreed, resting his head on my shoulder as he brushed the boy's cheek lightly with his thumb.

I turned my head to face him and he pressed his lips to mine, murmuring. "I love you and I'm so proud of you."

"I love you too," I murmured back, feeling the warm wetness on my cheeks return as I pressed my forehead to his.

"Congratulations, again. They're adorable," The medic said, warmly as he cleaned everything up.

"Thank you," We answered simultaneously, smiling widely.

When the EMT was done, Spencer moved out from behind me and took the babies so the medics could lift me onto the stretcher. They put a warm blanket over me and then Spencer handed me one of the babies, still wanting to hold one.

Once we got to the hospital, Spencer went with the nurses who took the babies to get checked out. I was taken by other nurses who set me up in a room and made sure I was okay. While he was gone I asked one of my nurses to bring Diana and our friends up to my room.

Diana was a little confused for a minute when she saw me, but luckily her son walked in with a rolling bassinet at just the right moment, parking it next to my bed.

"Spencer's here," I told her softly.

She looked up at him and after a second she rushed into his arms and he embraced her happily, crying.

"Hi, Mom," he murmured.

She pulled back and took his face into her hands. "Don't you ever leave me again."

"I won't," He told her, pulling her back in for a hug. "I love you."

She said it back and after a bit, he was the one to pull back.

"Mom, I have a surprise for you. For all of you, actually," He said, looking at our friends. He smiled as he handed me one baby and then picked up the other and turned to face the group.

Everyone gasped or looked at us wide eyed.

There was a chorus of attempted quiet reactions from the team while Diana moed closer to us, some recognition beginning to spark in her eyes. I could see Garcia using every ounce of her strength not to freak out and accidentally scare her.

"Am I a grandma?" She asked, tentativel.

"Yeah, you are," Spencer answered, warmly.

Diana looked back and forth between us, confused. "But I thought there was only one?"

Spencer chuckled, gesturing to the blue bundle in his arms. "Yeah, we thought so too, until this little guy showed up unannounced."

"He's shocking people just like his father already," She grinned, earning a light laugh from all of us. "Well, do they have names yet?"

"Well, we have a girl name since we knew we were having a daughter, but we are still trying to figure out a boy name since he was a surprise," I answered.

"What's the girl's name?" she asked, sitting on the bed next to me. Spencer sat on my other side.

"Say hello to Amelia Diana Reid," We told her happily as I shifted the pink blanket away from our daughter's face so she could see better.

She gasped again and looked back and forth between Spencer and I in shock once more before smiling and gently hugging us. Awwww's filled the room at the scene.

"The middle name obviously needs no explanation, but the meaning behind the first name is something we want to share. Neither of us had good fathers and I don't have a good mother. So Amelia is the closest thing we could think of as a kind of combination of Aaron and Emily, our work mom and dad,"I explained, smiling adoringly at Emily.

She came over and embraced us carefully. "Thank you. I wish Hotch were here. I think you two are the only ones beside Jack that can get him to smile, and this would definitely turn that stoic frown upside down."

We giggled and so did several of our team members.

I helped Diana hold Amelia for a little bit, and then our son in turn until she started to be less lucid and wanted to rest. Emily had arranged for her to sleep and be cared for in a room close by ours so she could be near us. JJ took her to that room with a nurse and the others left our room for a little while so I could feed the twins. We were burping and changing them when everyone came back.

As soon as she was able to, Penelope pretty much exploded, accidentally interrupting Spencer as he was trying to tell me something. "Oh my gosh TWINS? Two baby geniuses for the price of one! This is the best news ever and I am going to buy tons of stuff for baby boy since you're gonna need double the baby supplies and you only have girl stuff right now and I am going to love them and hug them and be there for them and teach them lots of cool things and-"

"Garcia, breathe," Rossi said, patting her on the back as we all giggled. He turned to us, "Congratulations, both of you."

"Oh they're so precious, guys!"JJ cooed, coming over for a closer look. She was very careful as she hugged us,"You know, anything you need, I'm here for you. Okay?"

"Yeah same, we got you," Luke agreed.

"Well done, Dr. and Mrs, Reid," Tara said in admiration.

"Thanks everyone," we responded happily.

"You did good, mama. The babies are beautiful," Morgan said, leaning down and kissing me on the head as he touched Amelia's hand with his pinky finger. He smiled over at Spencer, "You too, kid. Gideon would be proud of you, you know."

The look on Spencer's face brought me to tears. I'd only been on the team a short time before Gideon left, but I did get to briefly experience the kind, caring, brilliant man he was, who loved Spencer like his own son and knew him better than he knew himself. He even knew the second Spencer and I met that we were falling for each other because he would pair us up a lot and whenever we were together or he caught us looking at one another, he got a look on his face like he was seeing something we were not. He later told Spencer this in his letter and told him to hold on to me and to not let the job get in the way of us. He said to find solace in each other and remind each other of the good things in the world when we were bogged down by all the bad things we saw at work.

This was what finally gave Spencer the courage to ask me out and thank God for that because I was going out of my mind over him by that point and I was so close to just giving up entirely.

Suffice it to say, that man meant the whole world to Spencer and by extention, to me as well. His loss had been beyond devastating for us and I had since been looking for a way to honor his memory....

I looked at my husband, "Hey love, what were you saying before Garcia's outburst?"

"Hmm?" He mumbled, having been pulled out of whatever thought process he was in, "Oh, I was saying I have an idea for our son's name..."

"Oh? What is it?" I asked, curiously.

"I noticed that the medic who delivered the twins had a nametag that said Elliot and I really liked it because it makes me think of the author T.S. Eliot, but also because it reminds me of my friend Elle who used to work with us and who I miss very much. So I was thinking we could name him Elliot, if you're okay with it, of course," He whispered, rambling a bit excitedly.

I knew who Elle was. He and some of the others had talked about her a lot and she seemed like a good person who had just been through a lot. She was like an older sister to Spencer and the name was really cute and meaningful so I was sold.

"I love it...and I have a suggestion for his middle name," I told him, eagerly.

"What?" he asked.

"Gideon," I whispered back, tentatively.

He stared at me for a second with his huge puppy eyes, looking like he was about to cry. He nodded fervently, his eyes moving to his tiny carbon copy sleeping in his arms. He'd barely taken his eyes off the twins since they'd been born and watching him become so enamored by them made me fall even more in love with him.

"Hey guys, we came up with a name for our son," He said out loud, grabbing everyone's attention as he lifted one of the baby's hands, waving it. "I'd like you all to meet Elliot Gideon Reid."

Tara and Luke only partially connected the dots, since they only knew stories of Gideon and Morgan had just mentioned him.

The rest of the team, however, got both names immediately and there was not a dry eye amongst them. More hugs happened and then everyone took their turns holding the twins and talking with us for awhile until they saw us having trouble staying awake. They handed the babies back and quietly made their way out, one by one.

We put the twins in their bassinet and Spencer curled up next to me while we stared at them.

"Welcome to the world, Amelia and Elliot," we whispered. "We love you."

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EPILOGUE(Spencer POV):

I was reinstated to the FBI, after some substantial time off to be with my wife and new babies, with mandatory sabbaticals every so often. I did my best to balance work and home, actually electing to stay behind with Garcia sometimes so I could be close to home. A few years later, we had another set of twins, this time both showing up on the sonograms. They were a boy and girl again, and we named them Lilliana Jennifer Reid and Theodore Morgan Reid(Lilly and Theo for short).

Then, another year and a half later, we got pregnant with our last child, a complete surprise since we were told we could not have any more. We named her Davina Penelope Reid, Davina being the closest female name to David(for Rossi).

After that, we were done and our family was complete. Of course, the team adored them and spoiled them rotten. We also realized not long after Amelia and Elliot were born that my mom would be much better cared for in a facility, which was very difficult for me to come to terms with. Fortunately, we found an amazing facility nearby. She's actually thriving there and she loves her grandbabies so much. We bring them to visit her or bring her home sometimes. She often reads to them or teaches them about literature and history the way she taught me.

Life is good. And I am thankful for every day with my gorgeous wife, my five wonderful children, my awesome friends and of course, my mother.

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tenpintsofsundrop · 2 years ago

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From Your Lips

Jennifer Jareau x Gender Neutral Reader (Smut Blurb)

Concept: After JJ is attacked by dogs on the Hankle farm, everyone is busy worrying about Reid's missing status, but you take the time to check on JJ and try your best to calm her flustered mind.

Word Count: 3,000

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Warnings: this is set during Season 2, Episode 15 ("Revelations"); warnings for themes/plot points from the canon episode - rabid dogs, mentions of JJ being attacked by dogs, mentions of dogs eating/killing a woman (a random woman who is not named here), animal death - mentions of JJ having to shoot the dogs (killing them) in self defence, gun violence, mentions of Reid being kidnapped (no details of that are discussed in this fic), religious themes (in this fic, religious motifs are used to encourage sexual behaviour - spoken about as though God made us to have sex with each other, not to discourage it as the Christian religion does); symptoms of shock/PTSD - JJ waves a gun in the reader's face because she's scared; general emotional angst, mentions of JJ blaming herself for Reid being kidnapped; mentions of blood (from JJ's injuries); the reader is completely gender neutral - there are no identifying pronouns used for the reader (other than the 'you' I generally use for fics) and the reader's genitals are not described in any specific way; use of Y/N, mentions of a pre-established sexual relationship between JJ and the reader - it could be a friends with benefits situation, it could be secret lovers, it's never quite specified; JJ is more submissive and the reader is more dominant, but there is no outright dom/sub relationship; the reader calls JJ 'Jay', 'sweet girl', 'sweets', and 'good girl'; using sex to distract from one's emotional problems; (technically) semi-public sex because they're in the bathroom where anyone could walk in on them (but they're not caught by anyone); kissing/heated making-out; the reader fingers JJ; neck biting/marking (JJ receiving); hair-pulling (JJ receiving); praise kink; clothed/mostly clothed sex; I believe that's everything.

A/N: This was primarily inspired by the picture of JJ on the right. I saw it and I was like 'damn she fine' but I knew it was from Revelations so I was like 'damn she fine but I know she's havin a real bad time rn' - so I did the thing I do best: smut based off emotional trauma. This is basically the scene where Emily comes to talk to her in the bathroom, but replacing Emily with a reader character and then they fuck. Also the title comes from the phrase 'from your lips to God's ears' because religious imagery. I had so much fun with this lmao. I hope you enjoy it!

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You couldn’t help but to feel bad for JJ.

You knew that everyone was concerned about Reid - rightfully so. Worried about where he was, if he was alive or not. But you were the type of person who preferred to focus on the things you could control - the things right in front of you. JJ was someone you had known for long enough that you knew how to comfort her, and you pushed the ‘what-ifs’ about Reid to the back of your mind in favor of focusing on her.

You knew that she was intensely shaken up by the entire situation. Not only the fact that she had been nearly mauled by a couple of dogs, pieces of her skin torn up and marred. But it was the fact that the team knew for certain that those same dogs had ripped a woman apart only a few days ago. You knew that JJ hated being forced to shoot those dogs. She was someone with a tender heart. You knew that all of this was affecting her.

On top of all that, she was likely blaming herself for Reid being put in danger, even though there was nothing she could have done to save him.

While everyone was gathered in the main room, looking through Hankle’s things for any hint as to where he had taken Reid, you moved toward the back of the house, knowing that JJ had gone to the bathroom to ‘freshen up’. You knew her well enough to easily pick up that it was code for her needing a moment to escape from everyone else in some attempt to calm down.

The door to the bathroom was open just a crack, so you took a peek, not wanting to startle her by knocking.

You could see her hunched over the sink, stress knit through her muscles as she gripped the sides of the porcelain. You felt a twinge of guilt flow through you as the thought occurred to you - even in such a state of duress, she was so beautiful. Painted in agony or pleasure, she was gorgeous.

She looked almost angelic like this, and you hated to believe that torture looked good on someone like her. (Perhaps it was the fact that you had seen her ‘tortured’ before - sweaty and begging, half on the brink of madness as she pleaded to get your tongue between her thighs once again.)

You found your eyes admiring the sliver of skin that peeked out between her white button up and the low waist of her simple black dress pants. You found yourself wanting to actually smack yourself as a form of scolding when you couldn’t help but to admire the gentle dip of her waist and the curve of her ass.

You felt sinful for thinking such carnal thoughts, even when she was so wrought with stress, clearly so wrecked from the night’s events.

Perhaps it was the fact that you had come so close to losing her, and now that urge to possess her bubbled closer to the surface than ever. But you pushed it down as you gently nudged open the bathroom door.

When the creak of the hinges echoed through the room, you certainly did not expect to be greeted with a gun in your face.

JJ had whipped around much faster than you expected, and pointed her Bureau issued glock right at you. Clearly, she expected you to be a threat. The look in her eyes was positively wild - like a frightened animal being cornered by a fierce predator. Which of course, was something that had happened to her only a few hours before.

“JJ.” You called out her name, keeping your voice firm, trying to ground her in this reality.

Her eyes continued darting around, glancing into the hallway behind you as though she was expecting another rabid dog to suddenly appear there.

“JJ, it’s just me.” You told her, reaching up and gently easing the gun down.

She was still incredibly tense, so you reached up with your other hand and massaged along the inner part of her wrist with two fingers, getting her muscles to relax enough that she let go of the gun, dropping it into your hand. You made sure the safety was turned on before you placed the gun on the closed toilet lid. Then you turned and closed the bathroom door behind you, sealing the two of you into a quiet bubble to hopefully give her time to calm down.

JJ let out a harsh breath - a sound that was mostly a sob strangled inside of her chest. She ran her hands through her already wild hair, tears gathering in her eyes once again. She turned to face the wall and you instinctively reached out, running your hands gently across her shoulders.

One of your hands stayed as a comforting grip on her upper arm and the other rubbed an open palm up and down her back. You hoped you could soothe her in some way. You truly hated how she quivered under your touch, how you could feel those sobs trapped inside of her lungs; the echoes of cries she refused to release because she felt that she needed to put up a strong front.

“It’s so stupid.” JJ complained.

Her voice was wet with the unreleased tears as she held her head in her hands, still facing away from you. Her long blonde hair easily created a curtain around her face so that couldn’t properly see her.

“I grew up with dogs! I had dogs! I love dogs, I would never-”

“It’s not your fault, Jay.” You pressed, using your affectionate nickname for her. “When people train animals to attack like that, there’s nothing you can do.” You leaned in, gently resting your cheek on her shoulder, assuring her that you were there before you whispered the next words. “You had to shoot them.”

JJ let out a harsh whimper, clearly struggling even more now with holding back her sobs. You wanted to tell her that it would be okay to cry, but you knew that it would be useless. She was raised as the strong brick wall of a daughter in her family, and she was not used to showing weakness - especially not used to crying.

“I should have stayed with Spencer.” She announced quietly. “I shouldn’t have let him go off without backup. I should have-”

“Jay, that’s not your fault either.” You told her firmly, cutting off whatever self blaming rant she was about to go on.

She muddled in a bitter silence, her arms shaking lightly as she rocked her head back and forth - shaking her head in the negative in response to what you had said.

She had to believe it was her fault. If Spencer didn’t come back from this, her self blame would only be worse.

“JJ, look at me.” You demanded gently. She didn’t move, and you reached over and put a hand on her wrist, attempting to pull her hands away from her face. “JJ, please look at me.”

When your voice warbled out the plea, she finally wavered to your touch, and let you turn her around to face you. You caught a glimpse of the bright red stains soaked into the sleeve of her shirt, splattered up across her front, and you tried to ignore the sickly curl in your gut because of it.

You had the urge to lift her bandaged forearm up and lay a few kisses on it, like you would have kissed a child’s scraped knee - more so for the emotional comfort than any possible health benefits. But you knew that would have been more for you than for her.

So instead, you reached out, brushing past that tangled curtain of blonde to gently cup her face with both your hands. You handled her with an intensely delicate touch as you tilted her gaze up from the ground.

A few tears had managed to escape, and you brushed them away with your thumbs. JJ sniffled quietly, sounding quite small and defeated as she did so. For the first time that night, she felt a slight calm wash over her as the comfort of your presence truly settled in.

She was eternally grateful to have you there with her. She reached up and gripped onto your wrists, keeping you anchored there. She skimmed her thumbs along the top of your hands, enjoying the smooth feeling of your skin as you stared at her broken face - a tearful angel that made your heart ache for her.

You were called by the higher purpose to worship that angel - to turn her pain into pleasure.

Before you could stop yourself, you found yourself drifting toward her, leaning in and planting your lips on hers. It certainly wasn’t the first time you had kissed JJ, but it most definitely wasn’t the most opportune.

She easily returned the kiss, pressing her mouth into yours with a soft neediness. It was when she let out a small moan, the sound vibrating against your lips that you felt that sting of guilty panging at you once again. The fact that lustful heat and your grief for her were colliding so heavily inside of you made you feel like just as much of a monster as the man who had taken Reid and sicked dogs on her.

You pulled away from the kiss sharply, putting only an inch of distance between the two of you, not letting go of her cheeks. She didn’t let go of the hold she had on your wrists either - you wanted to keep her assured of your presence because she did need the comfort during this hard time.

“I’m sorry-” You gasped out an apology for kissing her so inappropriately, but JJ, ever the woman to know exactly what she wanted, didn’t let you finish.

“Don’t apologize.” She ordered sharply. “I need you.”

She kept her eyes closed, her brows tight with anguish as you gently laid your forehead against hers.

You couldn’t help but to question it.

“Now, Jay?” You asked quietly. “Right now?”

“I need to forget.” She whispered, her words so timid that her breath barely ghosted your lips, even with you so close to her.

Your heart ached at her tone, and when you didn’t reply or didn’t move to kiss her again, she continued.

“Every time I close my eyes, I just see… I just see those eyes glowing in the dark. I just hear growling.” She admitted, a few more tears escaping that you rushed to thumb away. “I need to forget it. Please, help me forget.”

“Anything for you, sweets.” You whispered, using another affectionate nickname for her.

You leaned in for another kiss, firmer this time.

You let your instincts take over then - all the lust you had been pushing down rushing to the surface and servicing you well. If she needed to forget, then you would certainly make her. You would make her feel so good that all she would be able to focus on would be the hot blood thrumming through her ears. The medicine that God intended.

You pushed her up against the edge of the sink, keeping one hand on the side of her face and moving the other to her hip. You skimmed your fingers along that tempting strip of skin right above the waistband of her low-rise pants, causing her to shiver at the teasing touch touch.

In a moment, your forceful dominance, the way you handled her easily had her moaning into your mouth again, much louder this time. You moved the hand on her cheek around to comb your fingers through her hair. You dug your knuckles in, setting a powerful grip at the base of her skull that held her exactly where you wanted her. It was a tender pain that had her gasping for you as you shoved your tongue past her lips, now on a very determined mission to fuck every last dreadful thought out of her head.

Your fingertips continued to dance along the waistband of her pants, gently teasing her skin in a great contrast to the forceful movement of your lips. Every single movement was cleverly calculated to make her mind numb. Right down to the way you tugged at her hair and yanked on her bottom lip with your teeth as you pulled away from the kiss, leaving her panting wildly.

Her eyes were closed much more gently this time, her eyelids fluttering lightly, and you hoped that you had already reduced those nightmarish visions to dust as she relaxed into your touch, buttery under your fingers as always.

“Thank you,” JJ breathed out, her voice sweet as ever as you bit a path down her neck. You wanted to leave noticeable marks that would stand out among the scratches and bumps she had acquired that night.

You truly didn’t care if anyone else on the team spotted one of those marks and knew what it was. You were paying tribute to her, leaving your own kind of thank you on her neck as you sucked the soft skin between your teeth. Your fingers finally found the button of her pants and easily popped it open blind, pulling the zipper down in a moment. Without a second of hesitation, you shoved your fingers past the barrier of her simple cotton underwear.

With one last sharp bite, you moved your head back up from the crevice of her neck then, pressing your forehead against hers once again. You kept that tight grip on the back of her hair, a small hinge of pain that grounded her, that assured her you were there.

Your fingers easily found her clit, and you made the bold choice to begin rubbing her without wetting your fingers first. You knew that it would be a pleasurable sting that would certainly push any other thoughts from her mind.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N-”

JJ gasped, arching her hips away from the edge of the sink to meet your touch, her lips falling open beautifully and her eyes still so gently fallen shut. She looked so fucking angelic like this.

More tears kissed her lashes as you pressed harder on her clit, moving your fingers in hard, slow circles. You could assure yourself that these were tears from pleasure, not from anguish or pain. You had rewritten the stony hurt inside her muscles, rethreading the cords tight with the need for an orgasm where they were previously pulled tight with stress.

“Please!” She begged so beautifully when she wanted to.

It felt like its own unique reward to know that you were one of the only people that all powerful Jennifer Jareau ever begged to.

You felt her becoming wetter around your fingers, flooding her underwear in response to your simple touches, and there was only one thing you wanted before you would make her cum.

“Look at me.” You told her, the words quiet on your lips but so utterly full of confident power.

JJ whimpered in response, not yet opening her eyes, and you stopped the movement of your hand altogether. She let out a very displeased sound and you began slowly pulling back, threatening to leave her hanging (which was a very empty threat in this context - not that she had to know that). It was something that immediately caused her eyes to shoot open as she reached out and grabbed your wrist, holding you in place. She canted her hips up, desperately trying to get your touch back where she needed you most.

“Please,” She pleaded again, all hot breath and desperation - all for you.

Staring into those blue eyes, lit with a desperate blaze of lust as she panted out humid breaths across your chin, you were only reminded of the fact that everything you did was for her. Everything in your life was a worship in her name, no act too small to dedicate to such a perfect Goddess.

“Good girl.”

You praised her, knowing it was exactly what she needed as you angled your fingers back between her wet folds. You gathered up that wetness, slicking up your fingers before you placed your determined touch right on her throbbing clit. This time, rather than being slow and calculated, you were quick and determined. You made speedy movements that you knew would draw her to the quick finish that would perfectly empty her mind.

“Always so good for me, Jay.”

“Thank you, oh! Oh, fuck!”

She started singing your praises in her own way as your touches sped up, the sound of her wetness just barely muffled by the fabric of her pants and underwear, becoming delightfully sloppy under your fingers. With the way she was unconsciously canting her hips toward you, humping against your hand, you knew she was so close.

You leaned in, and while looking her in the eyes the whole time, you bit down on her bottom lip and roughly pulled it out, letting the skin snap back in a rough possession of her as she panted and moaned the whole time.

“Cum for me.” You demanded in a rough growl, finding yourself comparable to one of those rabid dogs. Though you were consuming her in a way that renewed her life, rather than trying to end it. “Cum for me, sweet girl.”

“Fuck!” JJ cried out, an epic prayer as she spiraled into the all consuming pleasure of her orgasm.

Though you wanted nothing more than to listen to those beautiful sounds, you had to silence her most pitiful orgasmic cries by clasping your lips over hers. You didn’t want the others hearing - you wanted to keep those sounds all to yourself. You muffled her noises with a tight suction of your mouth as you continued to work her right through the orgasm, keeping a tight grip on her hair the whole time to show her exactly who she belonged to.

With the crucifix mounted on the bathroom wall, the knowledge of Hankle’s God staring right at you as you did all this - you couldn’t find an ounce of shame inside you. Not now. You could find no better way to honor God than to lovingly dedicate your life to the embodiment of his best work.

#sundrop writes #jennifer jareau #jennifer jareau x reader #jennifer jareau x you #jennifer jareau x fem!reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n

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kinzis-writing · 1 year ago

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Kinzi's Masterlist

Here you will find all of my works that I have written, please note that the top of the Masterlist are the people I write about the most!

Requests are Open!

Updated on: May 13, 2024

Purple Text = summary of imagine, 💔=angst, 💘= fluff, 🔥= steamy or smut.

🏈NFL🏈

I can see you | Tee Higgins 💘💔

After a horrible break-up, Y/N, decided to pack up and move her life from Buffalo, NY to Cincinnati, OH. She would be closer to her manager and she would be in the area where her podcast began. What she didn’t expect was to find a new relationship in another football player.

Surprises | Josh Allen 💘

Y/N ends up surprising Josh at one of his games, which leads to Josh knowing that he has to play his best to impress his woman.

Christmas Surprises | Tee Higgins 💘

Y/N was hoping to spend Christmas with Tee, but he was flying to his hometown and she would be staying in Ohio. Unless her family had other plans

Christmas Tree Farm | Josh Allen 💘

It is Y/N's first Christmas living with her fiance, Josh. Y/N had a Christmas tradition to wear her family and/or friends always went to a Christmas tree farm to pick out their live tree. Y/N is sad when she feels her tradition has to stop because of a new developed allergy to her favorite kind of Christmas trees. Josh makes it his mission to keep the tradition alive, even if he has to improvise a little.

Christmas Miracles | Tee Higgins 💔💘

In which Tee and Y/N have been trying for a baby and they receive a Christmas miracle

Jellyfish tank | Tee Higgins 💘

a Jellyfish tank in your boyfriend's house, what could go wrong?

Sweet Nothing | Tee Higgins 💘

Tee and Y/N appreciate the simple pleasures of being together, no matter what the world puts them through.

Jealous, Jealousy | Tee Higgins 💔💘

🪄Harry Potter🪄

Better Than Revenge | Mattheo Riddle *Masterlist* 💘💔🔥

Y/N Nettleby did not know what to do with herself when her boyfriend of a year, Theodore Nott, broke up with her suddenly. It was true that they were in different houses, but she had hoped that he would not let his ego get in the way. Now she was coming up with a plan to get her revenge on Theodore, and what better way than to involve his best friend.

Three Years | George Weasley 💘

In which Y/N and George have been together for three years, and it takes a mistake for him to take the next step of their relationship.

✈️Top Gun: Maverick✈️

The Only Exception | Bob Floyd Masterlist 💔💘🔥

Y/N Mitchell swore to herself that she would never allow herself to date or get involved with anyone from any branch of the military. After worrying about her father, the past few years, she knew that she never wanted to experience her worry for a significant other. After her father gets ordered back to California, she may just meet the one that ruins all of her plans.

Life Changes | B.B & J.S pt. 1💔💘

Two lovers thought their love would forever burn bright, however, things change and people change. What happens to be a big change for people can lead them to the best version of themselves. Life Changes and people have to move on. AU

🌊Outer Banks🌊

Marry Me | JJ Maybank 💔💘

JJ has been in love with you for a long time (seeing as you guys were best friends) and now you guys are older and you’re fixing to get married. He doesn’t know how to take the fact that you didn’t want to marry him.

Marry Me | JJ Maybank pt. 2 💘

JJ had been in love you (his best friend) for a long time. His heart was shattered when you started dating topper and years later got engaged. During your rehearsal dinner, you overheard a conversation between JJ and your father. Your feelings took over and you left topper at the wedding and found your dream guy. Now you have embarked on your relationship with your best friend.

Last Christmas | Rafe Cameron 💔💘

It's Christmas in Outer Banks, the holiday where you got to spend time with your friends. It's hard to enjoy the holiday when your mind goes back to last Christmas and who you were spending it with.

🧛TVD/TO🐺

Dating Klause Mikaelson Headcanon 💘

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yiiyiiwrites · 1 year ago

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Please do a summary of the older sisters like you did with the boys 🤔 gifs and all if you can.

ok ok...I have done headcanons for the older sisters here, but will do a little summary like I did with the guys. shall I do seperate headcanons for the brothers too?

Popes older sister is the complete opposite of him values her creativity and intuition more than logic. Makes decisions on how she feels. Artistic, has her own jewellery bis and a small studio above the local surf shop (searches for sea glass on the beach for it). Cool girl, her vibes are kind and nurturing, plays guitar in a band which plays at kook events every now and then. Secret septum piercing that she flips up around her parents. Close with Pope and he regularly helps her with tech stuff etc. helps her do her taxes. Loves the Pogues and how connected they are, reminds Pope to check in with the boys as she knows they are alone. Headcanon here.

Would have long braided hair accessorised with shells/beads with coloured tips or colours weaved in. Crochets her own tops, shimmery body lotion and smells like vanilla.

JJ's older sister (Melissa 'Missy' Maybank). Works a lot to try and get money to give her and JJ some stability. Tries to take on more than she can and JJ gets the brunt of her bad moods (but nothing serious, more like snappy remarks). Good at talking them out of trouble, can convince her dad or distract him from throwing a punch, but this can make her get luke's wrath later on. Works whatever temp jobs she can. Soft spot for Pope and likes to listen to his random facts and bizarre knowledge. Reminds JJ to be careful instead of good. Pulls rank and reminds JJ she's older. Bit of loner as she doesn't want everyone knowing what her home life is like. Does have an on/off relationship that lets her crash at his whenever she needs a place. Headcanon here.

Over plucked eyebrows, cuts her own hair and you can definitely tell.

Side note: Why am I thinking of uptown girls?? 😂 older sister looking after bratty JJ whose a kid.

John B's older sister doesn't know what he's up to half the time and doesn't ask. "As long as you don't get caught." The least she knows the better. Works at the kooks hotel in laundry room, JJ gives her a lift when they the same shifts, also does her washing there. They split everything 50/50. Close with Kiara, nice to have another girl around as the boys can get on her nerves. Heavy sleeper so John B takes advantage of this and does whatever he wants. When she does have down time she likes to sunbathe on the beach, doesn't surf but does longboard. If they argue its pretty calm and they don't raise their voices. Not interested in the treasure talk as she saw the way it changed her father. smaller than her brother, nicknamed Smalls. Headcanon here.

Long thick curly hair that is box dyed, wears a signature brown lipstick when not working. Got the same leather jacket that's a bit battered since high school.

Kiara's older sister (Kaya Carerra). is well put together, enjoys fashion and is influenced by her sisters environmental views (tries to shop sustainable/vintage mostly). Has a turtle charm that Kie gifted her, sends her little sister animal postcards from her travels. Sticks to the Kook side, dated Rafe in college before he dropped out. Acts as peacekeeper between her parents and sister. Has her life planned out. Had her nose stuck in the books during school and is living a little in college (but within her reasons). Only knows the Pogues from what Kiara has told her. Met Pope once though as he was delivering groceries, both awkward rambling acknowledgements. JJ avoids her at all costs. Headcanon here.

Keeps it natural but loves a bold lip, long curly hair that she styles different depending on her mood. Accessory girl and loves a co-ord.

✨ The girls, just some inspo and what I think they kinda look like - Yiiyii If you have anymore requests send them in, I'm still answering a few but saw this and had to do it.

Please do not take and post my creations, you may reblog/like but do not take and claim as your own.

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blackbird-brewster · 2 years ago

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OT3: Je T'Emily

#emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #Tara Lewis #jemily #je t'emily #Temily #Jara #Criminal Minds #My meme #PLEASE NOTE JJ IS IN FACT A TOP #Unless Tara is involved. Then she becomes the brattiest sub in subtown #Cm memes

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vampiretendencies · 2 years ago

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request; omg can we get one where it’s like that one trend on tiktok where the girls wearing lipstick n it goes to her bf w kisses on his face😭😭😭 PLEASE I KEEP SEEING IT EVERYWHERE

warnings; fluff, maybe suggestive

pairing; jj x fem!reader

authors note; i’ve seen the tiktoks too my fyp is obx and couples rn :,) love this, thank u for sending this in. after the day i’ve had i enjoyed writing something small and pure. and i accidentally posted your ask when trying to save to drafts i ended up posting it so i hope u still see this <3

lipstick tiktok (example)

“The red lipstick is new, baby.”

JJ’s voice was raspy, having sat in that same criss crossed position for around an hour, on the carpeted floor beside you, whilst you brushed makeup products gently to your skin. Detailed review of the products you typically use, and that deep rouge lipstick was not one of them.

You were sat at your vanity, preparing for a party at the boneyard. It was the last get together for the summer, so you were tedious in being sure that this makeup look was one to remember.

He resembled that of a small child, the way he’s been beaming up in astonishment. Admiring every move you make to enhance the impeccable beauty you already had to start with. And reminiscing at the fact that you were his, truthfully his in every way.

“Mhm,” you breathe, deciphering wether or not you should take the risk of wearing the color or not. Typically sticking to nudes and neutrals, this was something out of your comfort zone.

“You gonna’ wear it?”

“Should I?”

He gives you a ‘you would look perfect wearing a fucking trash bag, did you really just ask me that’ look. His hand grasps your thigh, thumb reassuring you against your flesh, with small circular motions. Replacing his thumb with his chin, you feel the bone dig into the thick skin— this required a better view than the one he had.

“Course’ pretty girl,” he batted his eyelashes with promise. “Now put that shit on, m’waiting.”

At that, you hesitantly take the top off of the black capsule. Twisting it up for more of the substance, revealing an untouched dark bloody shade of deep red— the most powerful shade. Divine femme fatale, if you will.

JJ could’ve sworn he shattered into a thousand bits, bursting at the seams. The way your mouth parted open delicately to apply it, so intimate and sensual.

Being that it was pigmented you merely needed a few strokes. To JJ’s dismay though, he wanted to rewind that moment, bringing it in closely to store in his brain for the long run.

Open at an angle so sacred he could sob from the sheer euphoric look.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” he can’t help the words that spill past his lips. Nearly in a trace, and he swore he felt drool leave his mouth.

“Yeah?”

You snap the cap back on, standing from the stool, sliding it inward, and JJ follows suit. Someone that was melting moments ago is now towering over you.

“Definitely baby.”

Sort of repaying him in a way, you flash a toothy grin at him, lipstick effortlessly lining your plump lips— you lean forward cupping his jaw with your palms. JJ happily obliged, not caring about the stains the redness would leave on his features. He couldn’t have asked for anything more, actually.

Your lips pucker softly, pressing kisses to every inch of skin you could reach on his face. From the small freckles that littered his jawline to the top of his forehead that was fanned by the tufts of his blonde tresses. Everywhere.

His heated cheeks. Kiss.

The button-like tip of his nose. Kiss.

His chin. Kiss.

His longing lips. Kiss.

Your mouth shape reflected on his tanned face, intricate lining of your lips, every crevice. Fragile and slow with each and every kiss.

Catching your breath, both you and JJ peer into the vanity mirror. He pulls you into his side chuckling at the reflection. His pretty face, painted in the marks of your lips. Yours, lipstick smeared with swollen lips.

This was when JJ strongly believed in the saying of ‘ruin her lipstick, not her mascara.’

“Gotta wipe it off now, J.”

You reach for a makeup wipe, not wanting your boyfriend to embarrass himself at the event to come. But he forces you into his chest to peer up at him, causing your eyebrows to knit together.

“Leave it.”

He adored the lingering sensation of your lips to the subtle skin. Wanting every part of him to be a reminder of you.

So that anyone that walks pass him could clear as day see, he desperately belonged to his lover.

“Really J, let me wipe-“

“I said leave it, baby.”

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tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar · 2 years ago

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Lesson Learned

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Y/N Female Reader

Summary/Prompt: @eeddiyz asked:hey! So like basically you and Jj are at y/n house and y’all are doing work. Sitting next to each other “in separate chairs” and your mom calls you abt something so you step out. But when you come back, Jj as his feet on your chair. Y/n asked him where do I sit, and he eyes him lap so u sit on his lap!🥹I had a dream abt this I thought it was so cute❤️

Word Count: 886.

Warnings: None.

Note: Hello! Thank you so much for requesting! Don't be shy to share more of your dreams. I hope you enjoy reading!

Hearing another groan coming from behind you, you swirl your desk chair around to face your best friend. His right arm is still in a throwing midair motion.

“Stop wasting my paper, JJ.”

“Just one more!” You have lost count how many times he has said that, but he still swears he can bounce a paper roll up ball off your desk and make it land into your backpack. You have even thought of giving it a try, but your homework is from your first period and since JJ picks you up sometimes late, you need to finish it tonight.

Another ball hits your ankle. “Your paper fucking sucks!”

“No, you’re just lazy.” From your floor, JJ sticks his tongue out as he wraps his arms around your pillow that he has been using as an arm rest. Secretly hoping his scent will stay on it long after he leaves and you go to bed, you watch him make another paper ball quietly. Your mind runs a mile as you follow his fingers. He licks his middle finger to fold the paper in half before crumbling it, and by the way he looks through his hair at you, both of you know that was unnecessary. But not unwanted….you do prefer for his finger to touch something else that you own, like maybe your-

“Y/N! Can you please help me with the groceries?” With your face burning, you scream back to whoever just screamed for you. You barely hold the words themselves as you were pulled out of the thoughts you shouldn’t have about the person who’s not even two feet away and looking at you differently. “I’ll be there in a sec!”

As you walk to your door, JJ asks you, “Didn’t you guys just go to the store?”

Rolling your eyes, you tell him about how someone has started coming over more often with an empty stomach. He laughs and shrugs his shoulders. “Sounds like a fun person to hang out with.”

“Only when they do their homework with me instead of fooling around.”

“Is what I was doing what you think fooling around is? Oh, sweetheart. I have so much to teach you.”

“Like what? Basketball? I think you are the one in need of a teacher.” By his smirk, you know the crack in your voice was more noticeable than you thought.

“Damn, didn’t take you to have a teacher and student kink-“

“Nope! No! I need to go help!”

JJ is still laughing when you close your bedroom door.

When you reenter, you’re not that surprised to see him sitting in your chair. He always does shit like that. If you get up to use the bathroom at a bonfire, he will sit down to keep your spot warm. He will take a lot of room in the back of the van when it’s your turn to get picked up and he will just nob the space between his legs. You pinch his ankles until he kicks his legs away.

“Where am I supposed to sit?”

He looks at your bed that’s a pile of clothes, with a disappointed look. “If you cleaned before having a special quest over, you wouldn’t have found yourself in this pickle.”

You don’t point out the fact that he invited himself. Instead, he points at his lap with a goofy smile.

Fuck it.

He chokes on a laugh as you move around to get comfortable on his lap. “Didn’t think you would actually do it.”

Me too. “I know.”

His arms wrap around you perfectly. He rests his chin on top of your shoulder like it’s not the first time or wants it to be the last. “Now you know what you have been missing out on.”

“I guess.”

“It doesn’t look like you’re dying from touching me, so I’m taking this as a good thing.”

“You have no idea.”

“What?” He leans more into your back to make eye contact; you can feel him all over as you tilt your head low enough to cover your face with your hair. “Y/N. Please.”

Isn’t it bad enough that he can probably hear how fast your heart is beating? Now he can feel how warm your face is from just cupping your chin upwards and towards him.

“If you’re uncomfortable,” you shake your head no. “Or don’t want this,” another head shake. “You will have to drag my ass out of this room or I’ll-“

“You’ll what?”

He kisses you. Slowly. Deeply, moving his hand from your chin to the side of your face. His rings feel so nice against your skin. You tug on his hoodie to pull him closer. He smiles against your lips.

“You can stay.”

“Oh, thank god.” He falls dramatically backwards, dipping you both lower. Your chair lets out a squeak or you do as you move upwards to hold onto him. “JJ, stop!”

“I don’t I want to now I know that makes you climb me like a tree.” Rolling your eyes, you pinch his hip.

“Ow! That fucking hurt! Why do you always pinch me?”

You dramatically fall against his chest. “I just can’t keep my fingers off of you.”

Feeling his inhale, breathe and mumble, “you tease,” you giggle.

“I think that’s the thing I learned from you, babe.”

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companionjones · 2 years ago

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Returns/Returning

Pairings: John B x Reader

Fandom: Outer Banks

Summary: This takes place when John B was in jail. The first time. You basically take Sarah’s place in this in that you are married to John B. Not everything is the same though.

Warnings: None that I can think of, John B moans once.

*******

Just one day ago, you were in his arms. Now, John B was in jail, and he could possibly be executed. You felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest.

There was a quiet rap at your door. “Y/n?” It was JJ. “Y/n, can I please come in?”

You slowly made your way to the door in John B’s bedroom.

What JJ saw when the door opened broke his heart. “Aw, Y/n...” He quickly stepped forward and pulled you into a hug.

“We’re married, JJ,” you reminded him, as if he could forget. “We’re married, and now he’s going to--”

“Hey, don’t think like that.” JJ cut you off. “Everything’s going to be fine, Y/n. I promise.”

“How can you know that?”

JJ separated from you enough that he could look into your eyes. “Because I got a plan.”

“A plan to what? Break John B out of prison?” you sarcastically and almost bitterly asked.

JJ remained silent. He was still looking at you. It was obvious what he wasn’t saying.

“No...” You backed away from him. “You’re crazy!”

He just shrugged, “Hey, I’m no crazier than usual.”

“JJ, I’m not going to lose you too!”

He stepped forward and put his hands on your arms. “You’re not gonna lose me. I promise, okay? My plan is going to work. Now, come on. Let’s go tell the others.”

***

JJ’s plan did not, in fact, work. You weren’t surprised. But you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice to have some hope, even if it was for a little while.

There was another soft knock at the door.

You sat on John B’s bed, facing away from the door. “Please, JJ. Not now. I just need a little time alone. That’s all.”

The door opened to reveal John B. “Well, this is my room, so...”

You turned around, and the gasp you let out was almost silent. John B took a few hesitant steps into the room. You stood, but your knees buckled. John B caught you.

“Whoa, there.”

You looked up into his eyes like you were seeing the ocean for the first time. From there, you dragged him into a hug, then kissed him like your life depended on it.

The kiss was only broken when the two of you desperately needed to breathe.

John B was the first to speak. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you relayed without hesitation.

He went on, “I missed you so much.”

You didn’t have a chance to respond because John B kissed you again. He backed you up til he fell on top of you on his bed.

John B took your hands in his and put them above your head. He then cupped the sides of your face so he could deepen the kiss.

Not to be out done, you hooked your leg around one of his, then copied John B by taking his face into your hands. Your hands couldn’t stop moving as you circled his neck with your arms, threading your fingers into his hair with one of your hands.

John B moaned--he always liked when you played with his hair--but then he broke the kiss. “Trust me, I’d like nothing more than to continue this, but Pope, JJ, and Kie are out in the Twinkie right now--”

You just laughed.

John B kissed your cheek. “I think we should go.”

“Okay,” you smiled at him, then kissed him once, then a second time for a little longer. You then jokingly scolded, “Get off of me, you big lug!”

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covenantofthedeep · 3 years ago

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can i have a hug? ☆

feat. | childe, sucrose, zhongli, kokomi, and ningguang! summary | sitting near each other, but not touching, had always been what you did. but it’s been a shitty, exhausting day, and you wanted a hug. author's note | i hope you enjoy!! ive been really tired lately and this was totally self-indulgent.. but anyway! and jj, as per your request: @genshin-impact-writings

tartaglia |

he stiffens at first, when you lean against him and bury your face in the crook of his neck. he relaxes, though, wrapping you in his warm embrace.

you end up sagging against him (kind of a half-slump towards the ground) and he tightens his arms around you. “i’m so tired,” you mumble into his chest.

he smiles against your head and bends down. and with one quick swoop, he lifts you into his arms in a sort of bridal carry (though you’re protesting, you’re laughing so hard you can barely breathe) and carries you to the couch, setting you down. he tickles you, causing you to gasp out, “stop! truce! enough!”

he sits next to you, smiling. you lean against him, laughing still. “feeling better?”

when you nod, he kisses your cheek. “good.”

sucrose |

the sweetie that she is, she blushes when you loop your arms around her neck and drape against her.

she’ll stroke your hair or pat your back, not quite sure of what to do. she tries her hardest though, sweet thing.

eventually, you’ll tug her against your shoulder and the two of you spend ages like that, tucked in each other’s arms. she looks peaceful like this; her face relaxed and her brow smooth. joy wells up inside you, tamping down your earlier unhappiness about your day.

she traces the lines of your face with her finger, smiling slightly when you pepper her cheeks with kisses. “i love you,” you say into her ear.

“i love you too,” she whispers, burrowing against you.

ningguang |

ningguang’s the one that notices how agitated you look. she pulls you towards her, sighing. she’ll run her fingers over your shoulders and kiss your cheek. she wants you to laugh and smile.

you kiss her, relaxing against her and taking her hand. she threads her fingers through yours, squeezing your hand.

she lets you sit like that, her arm draped over your shoulders, your face pressed into her shoulder.

she doesn’t mind it; in fact, she makes sure you’re as comfortable as possible, urging you to lay down. you give in, and she smoothes your hair away from your forehead, your head resting in her lap.

she winks at you. “rest well. we can go out to dinner tomorrow.”

zhongli |

his voice is low and soft when he asks you if you’re okay when you lean in for hug and all the strength goes out of your limbs. you lean all your weight against him and he stiffens slightly.

he relaxes, though, wrapping you firmly in his arms. he’ll press a kiss to the top of your head, or your forehead. it’s clear how tired you are, your eyes drifting shut even as you smile at him.

he’ll take care not to move you at all, the sappy romantic he is, and you’ll fall asleep like that. although it’s kind of uncomfortable for him, he doesn’t mind.

when you wake up, he smiles at you. “sleep well?”

he insists on you sleeping more and leads you to the bed. he makes sure you’re comfortable first before he settles down. you fall asleep in seconds, and he tucks the covers over you.

sangonomiya kokomi |

kokomi lets you settle against her. “ah, hard days. i know all about those,” she says softly, stroking your cheek.

her touch is cool on your skin, and, as she works, you sit with her, making sure to not disturb her too much.

at one point, you shift your position, and she looks up, alarmed. “oh, were you not comfortable?”

after assuring her that you were, she settles back again, threading her fingers through your hair. she hums softly as she works, the noise a soothing backdrop to your thoughts.

she’s so gentle with you, and so sweet. and you do the same in return. <3

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her-storybooks · 3 years ago

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Anemone for Anticipation - Aaron Hotchner and Y/N

Summary: Prompt: A time when they received flowers. Or when Y/N comes to work with a surprise on her desk. Author's Notes: The fact that this was created to celebrate 700 followers and now we're approaching 800 is insane! I LOVE you all! <3

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Y/N was looking down at her phone when she heard the ping of the elevator doors. She was about to step forward and stride towards her desk when she saw the three pairs of shoes blocking her path. Two pairs of sensible black shoes and one pair of pink polka dot heels. Y/N followed the bodies up to see three faces staring back at her, smiles bright and overly stretched.

“Hey guys,” Y/N welcomed, elongating her vowels in suspicion. They continued to stare back at her with unwavering grins. “What’s up?” Penelope squealed excitingly, grabbing Y/N’s arm, and pulling her out of the elevator. JJ and Emily wrapped their arms into the tangle and began guiding her into the BAU bullpen. “Guys! What’s going on?” she shrieked as the women giggled and scuffled her in different directions.

“We could ask you the same thing!” JJ laughed as they finally stopped in front of Y/N’s desk. Y/N looked down at her desk and was greeted with an explosion of red, white, pink, and green. The roses were as deep and as red as the blush blooming across Y/N’s cheeks. The roses were surrounded with sprigs of eucalyptus leaves, dusky anemone flowers, and pure white amaryllis petals.

“Oh,” Y/N gushed brightly, forcing herself not to look up at the office at the top of the stairs.

“Open the card! Open the card! Open the card!” Garcia chanted repeatedly.

“You mean you haven’t already read it?” Y/N teased, taking the envelope from the Prentis.

“We couldn’t. The envelope is sealed.” Prentis rolled her eyes.

Y/N lifted from the envelope a beautiful small card with a photograph of a warm sunset. With nervous shaking hands, she opened the card and read the typed words.

“Read it! Read it! Read it!” Penelope sang again. Y/N chuckled before clearing her throat.

“Roses for romance. Anemone for anticipation of what is to come. Amaryllis for your splendid beauty. All encased in eucalyptus to protect you and your strength. Stay safe. – you know who. xxx” The women all cooed, Penelope waving her hands excitedly.

“Okay spill! Who is this guy?” JJ begged. Y/N laughed and shook her head.

“Nope! I’m not jinxing it.” Y/N smirked, gently smelling the roses. "It's still pretty new." She lifted and moved the vase to the side of her desk, giving herself access to her computer.

“Please! Please!” they continued to beg. Y/N continued to ignore them, shaking her head and logging on to her computer. After a few minutes of ignoring them, they finally grew tired and walked away.

Giggling to herself, Y/N heard another ping of technology. The email alert rang happily in her ears.

From: a_hotchner

To: Y/N/_Y/L/N

Subject: Wellbeing Meeting Request.

Message: Good Morning, Agent Y/L/N. I will be scheduling annual well-being meetings this week in line with the new FBI approach to support their agents in the field. Please confirm your attendance to the below meeting schedule.

Today at 2:30 pm.

The seconds after pressing ‘confirm’ ticked by longer and slower than Y/N had ever experienced. Y/N tried to busy her mind with filling in paperwork and fighting off the imposing questions about her secret admirer. The excitement for her 2:30 meeting was growing until Prentis left Hotch’s office reassuring everyone that the wellbeing meetings were just casual chats – nothing to worry about. So maybe Aaron’s e-mail wasn’t an excuse to get her alone in his office for a quick flutter of romance. The seconds weren’t as painful now Y/N wasn’t sitting in anticipation. But still, the sweet scent of petals and the light pink brightening up her desk was a pleasant lift to the usual anti-climax of the BAU after a big case. Eventually, a ping came from her computer, warning her that she had a meeting in 10 minutes. Y/N got to her feet and quickly made her way to the kitchen, mixing two cups of coffee before heading to Aaron’s office. She knocked on the door slowly, making sure not to spill the contents of the mugs in her hands.

“Come in,” she pushed open the door, using her foot to close it behind her.

“Agent Hotchner,” Y/N greeted casually and set their mugs on his desk. “Coffee, cream, one sugar.”

“Thank you,” he smiled putting his pen down. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“Well…” Y/N reached into her pocket and pulled out the card that came with her flowers earlier in the day. “For your splendid beauty. All encased in eucalyptus to protect you and your strength…” her fingertips playfully tapped the card, her eyebrows waggling smugly.

“Who sent you that?” Y/N's smile dropped. Hotch met her eyes emotionlessly for a few seconds before breaking out into a cheeky smile.

“You suck!” Y/N chuckled, pretending to throw the card at him.

“I’m sorry.” He chuckled, getting up from his seat and walking around the table to meet her. He snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her close and taking advantage of the closed door and blinds. Y/N batted his chest with her palm playfully before placing her arms around his neck. “Did you like the flowers?”

“I loved them.” She beamed, pressing her lips to his firmly. She hummed happily and melted further into his embrace. “A bit risky though! You know everyone’s been hounding me about my new secret admirer all morning.”

“What did you tell them?”

“That I had so many potential suitors I just couldn’t be sure.” Hotch reached down and squeezed the skin below Y/N’s left butt cheek, making her squeak and jump. “Okay, now I’m sorry.”

“I reckon we’re even now.” He pressed another kiss to her lips and pulled her closer. “You ready for our wellbeing check-in meeting?”

“Oh, you were serious about that? I thought this was just an excuse for a steamy make-out session in your office.” Her hands began wandering up and down his back, stroking and caressing his shoulder muscles.

“Don’t tempt me.” He groaned, lulling his head into her neck. “But if we don’t get the paperwork done Strauss will be on my back for months.”

“Okay,” Y/N sighed, running her hands through his hair, matching his frustrated tone. “But afterward... we can have a steamy make-out session on your desk?” Aaron laughed, lifting his head and kissing her tenderly again.

“Deal.”

Notes: Okay, I’ve got to ask my American friends. The whole cream in the coffee thing. What’s wrong with milk? Surely the cream makes it too sweet and is bad for your cholesterol? Just a thought from your British writing pal :)

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variety-fangirl · 3 years ago

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My Girl / Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: Rafe gets jealous when he sees you've been hanging out with Topper a lot, resulting in him showing you who's girl you are.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS unprotected vaginal penetration, a little bit of dom Rafe, jealousy, light choking and spanking.

Author's note: I am such a whore for jealous/possessive Rafe and JJ 😂 Lord please forgive me. Hope you guys enjoy! Liking, reblogging, and commenting help me massively! Thank you 😚

Word count: 1.9k

You and Topper had never been particularly close before, sure you hung out at parties and when he would come to hang out with Rafe but you wouldn't really hang out together. You just existed in each other's worlds, happy with the dynamic. You'd say hi when you would see him out and would usually have no more than a five-minute generic conversation with him. You'd always typically ask him how he and Sarah were doing and he'd asked you the same about you and Rafe we're doing, and that was it. That was until one night two months ago when you found Topper drinking and crying on the balcony of a party you'd all attended.

You wanted to get some air from the stuffy party and just relax for a little bit without music blasting in your ears. You'd walked out into the warm summer air and sighed happily, your drink in hand. You hadn't noticed Topper sitting in the corner by himself until he'd spoken, "what are you doing out here?" He questioned monotone, seemingly unimpressed. You spun around quickly, startled by Topper's voice. You laughed, "I just wanted to get some air, bit stuffy in there. What about you? What's wrong?" You noticed the wet tears marks on his cheeks and frowned, you'd barely ever seen Topper cry so this was surprising to you.

He bitterly laughed, a look of distaste covering his features as he took a swig of his drink, "she's cheating on me with John B." He spat angrily. Your eyes widened with shock, not believing that Sarah would do such a thing. "Damn Top, I'm really sorry. Are you sure that she is cheating? You don't want to accuse her and ruin your relationship if she isn't." You made your way over and sat next to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder for comfort. He huffed, "yeah I'm sure. I caught her sneaking off with him when she said she was ill, I went over to give her some soup and she wasn't there. Wheezie said she'd left to meet John B." He grumbled with annoyance, obviously upset about the situation.

You sighed, feeling awful for him. Topper wasn't a bad guy, he didn't deserve to be cheated on. Yeah, he made mistakes the same as anyone does but no one deserves to be cheated on. "I'm sorry Top, you don't deserve that. Do you want to talk about it? If not we can sit here in silence until you feel like going back inside or I can make up an excuse as to why you left?" You offered with a small smile, just wanting to help your friend out in a time of need.

You would want someone to do that for you, so you always offered a helping hand when you could. He looked at you in surprise, "thanks. I appreciate the offer, I feel like I just need to rant. Would that be alright?" He wondered, you gave him a nod of encouragement.

And that was how your night had been spent, Rafe had been off selling drugs to others and was busy so he wouldn't notice your absence for a while. The next day Topper had come up to you and thanked you for listening to him without judgment, he hadn't expected to find comfort and enjoyment from your company. So he asked to take you out for food that afternoon as a thank you gesture, he made it clear it was just friendly and no interest was there. Which you appreciated.

So, you let Rafe know of your plans and headed out with Topper. The afternoon was spent talking about Sarah and the fact that you let Rafe know honestly where you were going, having an amazing relationship. Topper had even gone as far to say that Rafe was lucky to have someone like you, who truly loved and trusted their partner.

Somehow, from that point on then, you and Topper began hanging out more. Texting the other about plans, inviting them along and going out for lunch often. Before long, Rafe noticed this change in your relationship with Topper. Curious as to what you would talk about and why you'd suddenly become close. Rafe trusted you and he trusted Topper but there was a part of him that was jealous.

You knew that Rafe had a jealous issue and became possessive often, you found this attractive most of the time. Rafe had always been jealous and possessive, especially with you. Which usually resulted in jealous passionate sex with Rafe, and you never complained because it was always amazing. You, Rafe, Topper, and Kelce were currently at a house party at some kook's home that Rafe knew. Rafe had gone off somewhere, so you and Topper made your way to where the drinks were.

Topper poured you both a drink from the variety of different liquids on the kitchen island. Topper decided to create a random concoction for you, "Okay give this a try." he passed the red plastic cup of amber liquid. You eyed it suspiciously and took a sip from it, the strong taste hit the back of your throat causing you to cough a little. Topper laughed at you, "Jesus Top! That's some strong shit." you laughed, a grimace on your features.

Topper placed his hand on your shoulder and patted it, "okay so maybe I made it a little strong." he laughed. You looked at him incredulously, "a little?! God, that'll knock me clean off my feet." you took small sips of the drink, feeling it go to your head already. Rafe came over shortly after, he seemed unhappy but you had no idea why. You felt your body get launched forward, falling into Topper's chest, "oh shit sorry!" you apologised.

The guy who accidentally knocked into you turned around with wide eyes, "shit sorry!" he apologised genuinely. You nodded, "all good." with a smile and pulled yourself away from Topper. "Sorry about that Top." you smiled apologetically, Topper didn't seem bothered. "It's fine, are you okay?" He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder to check you for any injury. You shook your head, "I'm all good, thank you." He nodded and removed his hand.

You looked at Rafe, noticing he looked extremely tense. His jaw was clenched and his fists were turning white at his sides. He simply placed your drink in Topper's hand, "be back in a minute bro." he mumbled and grabbed your hand to pull you along. You mouthed a 'sorry' to Topper, which seemed to piss Rafe off more as he yanked you up the stairs. He searched around for an empty room that wasn't occupied by drunk people or teenagers having sex, finally finding one at the end of the hallway.

"You've been spending a lot of time with Topper lately, and just then he was touching you. He was touching what's mine." Your dress was pulled off of you, you smiled to yourself at your boyfriend's jealousy. You yanked at Rafe's shirt, indicating you wanted it gone. He obliged quickly, tossing his shirt with your dress on the floor. "Me and Top are just friends, he was simply helping me and checking I was okay," you mumbled, your eyes rolling backwards as Rafe's lips trailed across your skin. Your underwear was removed, you decided to just enjoy the moment and talk about it after. Rafe removed his jeans and boxers, you were both naked and exposed to the other.

The door was quickly locked by Rafe, the only light coming from the lamp in the corner of the room. "What's going on Rafe?" You asked with furrowed brows, confused as to why he was so pissed off. Rafe stormed towards you and threw you down on the bed, a squeal of surprise escaping you. He crawled on top of you, "you're mine do you understand?" he growled as he towered over you.

You stared up at him and bit your lip, oddly turned on by his dominating nature. "Of course I'm yours, are you jealous?" you wondered, stroking his muscular arm at the side of your head. He ground his hips into your core, causing you to moan. "So what if I am?" He mumbled into your neck, biting and sucking the area lightly. "What possible reason do you have to be jealous? Everyone knows I'm yours." you moaned out as Rafe trailed kisses down your collarbones to the cleavage, your dress pushing your breasts up.

Rafe wasted no time in entering you, not giving you any time to adjust to his large size. He began thrusting in and out of you quickly, both moaning at the feeling of being connected. "Whose girl are you?" Rafe demanded staring into your eyes, his pace merciless. You moaned loudly, "Yours Rafe, I'm yours always." your nails dragging down the skin of his back, leaving marks in your path. Rafe groaned in pleasure at the feeling, sucking on your neck to leave a mark and let everyone know you were his. Your orgasm was quickly building, the knot forming in your stomach.

You shivered from being over-sensitive, but Rafe didn't seem to care. His fingers rubbed your sensitive clit, a whimper escaping from the pain and pleasure mixing. Your second orgasm came quicker than you thought possible, "come with me, baby." His thrusts were so harsh that the sound of skin slapping was aggressively filling the room, along with your mixed breathy moans. Rafe came without warning, his thrusts continuing to push you over the edge. The feeling of Rafe filling you up with his cum triggered your own orgasm, your vision going black for a moment.

Rafe wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed just enough to make your breathing constricted. You moan at the dominance, enjoying this side of Rafe. A harsh slap was placed across your ass, a loud moan escaping. Rafe leant down to your ear, "scream. Let them all hear who's making you feel this good baby." He growled, his thrust becoming harsher and deeper.

You scream in pleasure at this new rhythm as Rafe removed his hand from your throat, "oh god Rafe, fuck yes!" You were sure everyone could hear what you were up to but you honestly couldn't care less at that moment. "That's it, baby, let go." Your orgasm hit you quickly, a scream of pure ecstasy escaping. You could see stars in your vision from the power of your orgasm, Rafe not changing his pace in the slightest.

Rafe pulled out of you and rolled over to lie next to you. You both lay there for a moment to catch your breath, calming your quickly beating hearts. You rolled over so you were facing him, a smile on your face. Rafe pulled you in to snuggle against him, "you know I'm yours don't you?" You questioned as you traced light circles on his bare sweaty chest. He sighed and turned his face to look at you, he gently stroked the side of your cheek.

"Yeah, I know you are. My jealousy gets the better of me sometimes." He confessed quietly, he looked at you with so much love and sadness. "I'm not going anywhere, me and Top are just friends. That's all. Besides, why would I give up that absolute mind-blowing sex?" Your reply made him laugh loudly, happy that you enjoyed the sex as much as he did.

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