#PLEASE NOTE JJ IS IN FACT A TOP

[blackbird-brewster]

OT3: Je T'Emily

[seventiesweetheart]

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?”

© 2024 seventiesweetheart | do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my work.

[vampiretendencies]

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.”

[phantompoguefangirl]

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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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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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.

[companionjones]

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.

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    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.”

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    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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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, check out my masterlist. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

[kinzis-writing]

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 💘

[covenantofthedeep]

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]

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 :)

[variety-fangirl]

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.

[barelytolerabled]

Part 10

Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Your confrontation with the killer

Warnings: killing, kidnapping

previous | next

You arrived at the BAU, eager to see Spencer and discuss the latest developments in the case you were working on. However, when you asked around, no one had seen him all morning. You felt a sense of unease creep over you as you tried to call his phone but it went straight to voicemail.

Your heart racing with worry, you decided to check his desk. As you walked down the corridor, you noticed that Spencer's desk wasn’t perfectly organized like usual. Then, you saw a note on his desk. It read, "Come alone if you want to see your boyfriend alive again."

Your mind raced as you realized that Spencer had been kidnapped by the killer you were hunting. It could only be him. Your heart pounding, you knew that you had to act quickly if you wanted to save him. You tried to call for backup, but the killer had cut off all communication lines.

Determined to save Spencer, you took matters into your own hands. You left the BAU and went to the location mentioned in the note.

You stood frozen in shock as Tom revealed himself to be the killer, your ex-fiancé who had died years ago. Tom's voice was filled with rage and jealousy as he demanded that you choose between him and Spencer.

Spencer tried to intervene, but Tom held up a gun, threatening to kill him if you didn't choose him.

"Rachel, please, just leave. I'll take care of him," Spencer pleaded, willing to sacrifice his own life to protect you.

Tears streamed down your face as you realized the gravity of the situation. Your heart was torn between your love for Spencer and the memories of your past with Tom.

But you knew what you had to do.

"I choose Spencer," you said firmly, your voice shaking with emotion.

Tom's face twisted in anger as he raised the gun, but before he could do anything, Spencer acted. He lunged at Tom, tackling him to the ground.

Your heart raced as you watched the struggle between the two men, not knowing who would come out on top.

In a moment of desperation, you grabbed the gun from Tom's hand and aimed it at him.

"Rachel, don't!" Spencer yelled, but you couldn't hear him over the sound of your own heartbeat.

With a deep breath, you pulled the trigger.

The gunshot echoed through the room, and everything fell silent. You looked down to see Tom lying on the ground, his lifeless body staring up at you.

Spencer rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around you as you trembled with shock and emotion.

"I'm so sorry, Spencer," you sobbed. "I never wanted you to be in danger."

Spencer held you close, his own tears falling as he whispered words of comfort.

Together, you walked away from the scene, hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. You knew that the road to recovery would be long and difficult, but you were determined to face it together, no matter what.

As you and Spencer emerged from the house where Tom had been holding Spencer captive, you were met by the rest of the BAU team. Morgan and Prentiss quickly moved to secure the area, while Rossi and JJ made their way over to you and Spencer.

Rossi looked at you, concern etched on his face. "Are you both okay?" he asked.

You nodded, still shaking from the events that had just transpired. "We're okay," you managed to say.

Spencer took over, filling in the team on what had happened. He explained how Tom had kidnapped him and called you, threatening to kill him if you didn't come alone. He then revealed that Tom was the unsub all along, and had been targeting young girls who reminded you as a child.

The team listened in shock as Spencer recounted the events, and Rossi took charge, ordering Morgan and Prentiss to secure the area and search for any additional evidence.

JJ put a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You did what you had to do," she said softly.

You nodded, still coming to terms with the fact that you had just killed someone. But you knew that you had done it to protect Spencer and yourself, and that thought brought you some measure of comfort.

As the team worked to secure the area, Spencer took you aside. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

You nodded, but he could see the pain in your eyes. "It's going to take some time," you said. "But I'll get through it."

Spencer nodded, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "I'll be here for you every step of the way," he said, pulling you closer.

The team wrapped up the investigation and headed back to Quantico. You and Spencer sat in the back of the SUV, your hands intertwined as you processed the events of the day.

It was clear that you had a lot of healing to do, both individually and as a couple. But you were determined to face the future together, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

[houseofperfecttaste]

A Boyfriend and a Stalker(3)

pt.2

pt.4

Y/N walked onto the porch looking around for anything suspicious but not seeing anything and she tore up the note throwing it away rolling her eyes. Rafe gripped his steering wheel tighter not getting the reaction he wanted, he wanted her to be scared of him he wanted a chase of some sort. Y/N sighed heading back into the house tidying up and Rafe groaned using his binoculars to watch her moaning to himself when watching her bend down in her tight little shorts that barely covered anything. Y/N headed into the bathroom to clean it until minutes later she heard a knock on the door, opening it and seeing no one but a note on the ground. She picked it up and it read 'please don't ignore my letters beautiful. You look so sexy in those little shorts.' Y/Ns heart stopped as she read the last sentence, someone was watching her, her first thought was Rafe but he couldn't be that crazy......could he? Rafe smirked successfully as he watched her panic feeling uncomfortable and vulnerable knowing someone was watching her.

She locked all the doors, closed all the blinds and sat on her bed her knees to her chest as she tried to calm herself down trying not to let the tears run down her face. Y/N pulled the blankets over herself putting her favorite show on waiting for JJ to get home so she could show him the letters. As she was watching the show she felt her eyes slowly closing and soon enough she was fast asleep.

Rafe grew annoyed that she closed the blinds so he couldn't see her anymore. He huffed getting out of his truck quietly approaching the chateau trying to look in the windows and through a little crack he was able to see that she was asleep so he made his way to the front door trying to open it groaning when realizing it was locked. He rolled his eyes grabbing the spare key from one of the bushes and unlocked the door slowly opening it so it wouldn't creak and he made his way to her room opening the door. He grinned when seeing her beautiful peaceful figure curled up under the blankets. He dug the promise ring he got her out of his pocket placing it on her dresser and he sat on the ottoman that she had in her room leaning his head against the wall watching her sleep. He pulled his phone out snapping a few pictures of her smiling to himself. He took his shirt off carefully climbing in next to her not wanting to wake her up. Rafe stroked her hair as he admired her, he missed her and was going to make it his mission to get her back no matter what.

He slid his hand down her body feeling all her curves thinking about all the times his hands were roaming her body as she was on top riding him. His eyes darted down to her cleavage that was poking out of her tight tank top and he licked his lips wanting to pull her top down and wrap his lips around her nipple. His hand slid to her thigh grabbing the skin softly flashbacks of his hands holding her thighs apart as he hungrily ate her pussy flooding his mind. Y/N groaned quietly turning in her sleep so her back was facing him and Rafe took it as a sign to get out of there before he was caught. He put his shirt back on quietly making his way out through her window taking one last look at her before leaving.

Y/N stirred awake rubbing her eyes to adjust to the lighting in her room and grabbed her phone looking at the time smiling lazily when realizing JJ would be home soon. Y/N placed her phone back on her nightstand her head tilting in confusion when seeing her old promise ring sitting there. “What the hell?” She knew for a fact that she had thrown it at Rafe when she broke up with him not wanting a single thing that reminded her of him so how did it get back here? Did Rafe sneak in here when she was sleeping? He couldn’t have the doors were locked and her windows were closed. She got up walking around the house checking the doors stopping when seeing the front door was unlocked. That had confirmed her suspicion that Rafe had sneaked in to the chateau while she was sleeping.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when hearing the rumbles of JJs dirt bike pull up. “Hey baby! I missed you!” JJ exclaimed throwing his things down wrapping his arms around her kissing her. “I missed you too.” She smiled up at her but JJ could tell something was wrong he knew her better than she knew herself. “What’s wrong love?” JJ tucked a strand of hair behind her ear kissing her cheek. Y/N pulled away grabbing the notes and the ring handing them to JJ. “I got these today after you left and this is the promise ring Rafe gave me when we were dating but I threw it at him when we broke up but when I woke up from my nap it was on my nightstand. I locked the doors before I fell asleep and the front door was unlocked when I woke up.” She explained trying to remain calm for her own sake but JJ was enraged at the thought of Rafe stalking her and breaking into her home while he was gone. JJ looked at the notes throwing them onto the table shoving the ring into his pocket grabbing his helmet and leaving.

“JJ! What are you doing?” Y/N yelled after him following him outside and JJ got on his bike looking at her. “I’m gonna go beat his sorry ass.” JJ put his helmet on as the engine started, revved and in the blink of an eye he was half way down the road. JJs grip on the handlebars tightened as he thought about what Rafe could’ve done to Y/N while she was sleeping, god he should’ve stayed home like she asked he shouldn’t have left her alone. JJ didn’t want to believe that Rafe was that crazy to break into her house but it was Rafe Cameron, the guy who couldn’t control his temper and got whatever he wanted, the guy who would do whatever it took to get what he wanted. JJ pulled up to the country club knowing that’s where Rafe was since he had seen him there before he left to go home.

JJ furiously walked towards Rafe his hands balled into fists. “Can i help you Pogue?” Rafe snarled with a small smirk on his face and JJ couldn’t control his anger and he punched Rafe right in the face tackling him to the ground. “Stay the fuck away from Y/N! You’re a sick fucking bastard breaking into her house while she’s sleeping! What the fuck did do you to her?!” JJ yelled punching him relentlessly having no mercy on the boy. Rafe tried to block the punches but it was no use JJ was filled with rage he couldn’t let Rafe get away with this. “I didn’t do anything.” Rafe smirked up at JJ who was straddling his waist to hold him down. JJ dug into his pocket pulling out the promise ring and holding it in front of Rafes face. “So how did this get on her nightstand?” JJ spat. “She must’ve been looking at it because she missed me and left it out.” Rafe licked his lips smiling making JJ more angry somehow and he punched Rafe again and again.

“Stay the fuck away from her or next time I’ll kill you.” JJ snarled sending one last punch to Rafes face before leaving. JJ smiled proudly to himself on the drive back to his girlfriends looking down at his knuckles that were bloody and bruised from the punches but he didn’t mind since it was Rafes blood. He wanted that fucker to know not to mess with him or Y/N because he wouldn’t get away with it. Y/N was sitting on the porch anxiously waiting for JJ to return worried about what was happening and if JJ was okay. She knew JJ could take care of himself but if Topper and Kelce were there he would’ve been screwed. Y/N shot off the chair seeing JJ driving down the street pulling into the driveway taking his helmet off letting his blonde hair flow free. She jogged over to her boyfriend her eyes dropping to his hands that were covered in blood and she gasped grabbing his bicep dragging him into the chateau and into the bathroom to clean him up.

“So I’m gonna take it that it went well?” She chuckled turning the water to warm and holding his hands under the water letting the blood wash off into the drain. “He said he didn’t do anything which is complete bullshit I’m gonna prove that he’s the one sending you those notes and that he broke in and left the ring.” JJs jaw was clenched he didn’t know how he was gonna prove it but he would do anything for it. “There’s no point JJ, even if you do prove it, the police won’t do anything he’s the Kook prince he won’t ever get in trouble.” She whispered sadly knowing that even if they proved that Rafe was stalking her he wouldn’t get in trouble, daddy would always bail him out. JJ frowned down at her upset that she has to go through this, he could see how scared she was.

“It’ll be okay princess.” He said pulling her into his body wrapping his arms around her and stroking her hair. Y/N hummed at her boyfriends words not believing them because Rafe won’t stop until he gets what he wants. Rafe was at home cleaning his wounds getting angrier every time he saw how bruised his face was, he was going to make sure that Maybank paid for what he did even if that means killing him. Rafe looked at the gun on his bed imagining himself shooting Jj and taking Y/N far away from Outer Banks for himself.

The next few days Y/N started feeling more safe not feeling like someone was watching her at all times, she had hoped that Rafe learned his lesson and decided to leave her alone so she went out to run some errands while everyone else was busy. Y/N was at the grocery store trailing up and down the aisles stopping at the aisle that had pancake mix which unfortunately for her was on a shelf too high for her to reach. She was on her tippy toes her fingers barely grazing the box and she huffed getting frustrated until she saw a arm reach over her grabbing the box and handing it to her. Y/N turned to thank the stranger but was met with someone who in fact was no stranger.

“Get away from me Rafe.” She tried to say confidently but her voice was shaky making Rafe bite back his smirk knowing she was scared of him. “I just wanna talk.” “I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want you anywhere near me.” Rafes jaw clenched at her statement, he hated himself for fucking up their relationship but was determined to get it back. “Cmon just 5 minutes please.” Rafe trailed behind her grabbing the items she couldn’t reach and placing them in her cart for her. “No Rafe, stay the fuck away from me or I’m getting a restraining order against you.” Rafe froze in his tracks not believing what he just heard but he let her walk away knowing that his plan would be harder with a restraining order against him.

Y/N pulled up to the Chateau seeing JJ and John B wrestling on the porch. “Am I interrupting something?” She snickered making the two boys look up at her and JJ pushed John B off of him pinning him to the ground then getting up. “Nope your brother just thought he was stronger so I needed to show him who’s boss.” JJ smiled kissing her cheek and grabbing the bags from her hands. “You needed to cheat to beat me so I win.” John B corrected standing up as Y/N laughed at the two boys and headed inside to help JJ put the groceries away.

"So I um ran into Rafe at the grocery store." She bit her lip not knowing how JJ would react and his body tensed head snapping to look at her concern written all over his face. "I’m gonna fucking kill him.” JJ jaw was so tight she thought it was going to break. JJ reached into his backpack grabbing the gun placing it into his jeans covering it with his shirt. “JJ don’t.” She grabbed his bicep trying to stop him from leaving but he shrugged her off rushing out of the chateau grabbing the keys for the Twinkie so they couldn’t follow him. “Dude where’re you going?” John B asked as JJ pushed by him. “JJ don’t be stupid!” Y/N yelled running out of the house after JJ put he was already half way down the street. “John B you need to go after him! He’s gonna kill Rafe!” Y/N shouted.

“Why does he wanna kill him?” John B plopped on the couch shrugging not really caring if Rafe was dead. “Rafe may or may not have broken into the chateau and has been stalking me.” John Bs eyes widened his body straightening. “Why in the actual hell haven’t you told me about this?” John B furiously ran his hands through his hair. “You know I hope JJ does kill him, the fucking bastard deserves it.” “JJs gonna go to jail John B!” “We’ll say it was self defense.” Y/N groaned in annoyance trying to find a bike to ride to JJ but realized she had lent hers to Kie and John B didn’t have one. Y/N went into her room trying to call JJ calling him again every time she was met with his voicemail. “Cmon J please don’t do anything stupid. I love you please just come home.” She left a voicemail for him waiting for his return.

Taglist: @iloverafecameron @agent-grey-fics @bobo08

I’m sorry it’s short and bad I just lost motivation to write for a while and I was really busy with work

[vampiretendencies]

request; hii ! i absolutely adore your writing and was wondering if you could possibly do “move your blanket, i wanna lay down on your lap.” + lying on the couch on top of eachother, one combing their fingers through the other’s hair as they watch a movie with jj maybank please?

pairing; jj x fem!reader

warnings; fluff

authors note; ofc i can, thank you for requesting, happy valentine’s day !!! requests are open

list of prompts in honor of valentine’s day

JJ was enticed by what was in front of him.

Hot Summer Nights— a movie based primarily on drug deals and romance, both topics that intrigued JJ. All while muggy air, trapped its way into chateau, John B holed up in his room and JJ couldn’t stop peering into the TV screen.

You watched him aimlessly, from the island in the kitchen. Throwing away the remainder of what was left of the Pogues half eaten pizza.

Chin perched on your hand, you were fascinated by the satisfaction on JJ’s face.

Pacing over, you stand directly in front of the TV earning a huff from JJ. He’s cozily entrapped in a wool blanket, legs criss-crossed— his shirtless figure pausing the movie whilst smirking mischievously at you.

“Want some lovin’ don’t you, baby?”

“Mhm. Move your blanket, I wanna lay down on your lap.”

JJ, without hesitation, threw the blanket over his shoulder. Reading you like a book, his lap spreads wider in preparation for you.

“Wanted me this long, you should’ve just asked.”

“Didn’t wanna interrupt your movie, J.”

Your body inclines, crawling into the couch, doing so lowly— as he’d pressed play again. Helping you lie your head pleasingly in his lap. Hand on your shoulder, roaming where it desired but not where it could reach.

And suddenly JJ was disappointed.

He’d found himself trapped, due to the fact that he no longer gave a fuck about the movie. His only care is the passion and devotion he longed to give the lady in his lap.

“Not close enough.”

JJ complained, skin crawling to prod and knead your flesh how he’d yearned. You hummed in response, awaiting JJ actions.

Few pillows fell to the floor, whilst he swiveled his body straight to lay narrowly onto the couch— pulling you upward to perfectly align with him.

Against eachother, bodies squished lovingly against each others. Not an inch had been moved and the rest of the movie went unwatched. The tresses in front of him abandoned and he was tranced to come into contact with them.

“My pretty girl.”

A reminder to himself that he had all he wanted right at his fingertips.

[yiiyiiwrites]

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.

[adventuresinobx]

Late Night Calls.

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: JJ is the horniest he’s *ever* been, but he’s miles from you and there’s no way you can help him like you usually do. A few pictures and videos later and he’s on the phone, sat there on video call ready to get himself off for you.

A/N: Have had this in my mind for a while and felt it was finally the right time to write it, so here we go 😇 There’s a little surprise authors’ note at the end 👀

Warning: Smut smut smut, as always 😂

You had nothing to do this weekend. Absolutely nothing. Your boyfriend JJ was away from The Cut, probably off on some treasure hunt with John B - but you weren’t sure - and your friends were all off doing other things.

You threw yourself on your bed, frustrated that you didn’t have ANY plans and no idea what you could do to pass the time at all. Staring at the ceiling was all that came to mind, how annoying. It was Friday night, 11.34pm to be precise, and you were just waiting for it to switch into Saturday, aka the most boring Saturday of your life.

Being a Pogue meant you always had something to do - it was better than that Kook bullshit; they seemed to be busy doing nothing all the time. 

You were soon pulled out of your thoughts by your phone pinging. It was a Snapchat message from your boyfriend.

“What you doing?” came the first message, you quickly replied with a selfie to tell him you were doing fuck all.

“You alone?” the next message came, JJ sending you a selfie back too. You couldn’t see much, he had angled the pic weirdly but you noticed he was on what looked like a hotel bed - how the fuck they’d swung that was beyond you - and was shirtless, his shorts hanging low on his hips like you loved.

“Yeah why?” you said back, snapping another photo for him of your face, making sure to get a nice angle that showed off the fact you had stolen his T-shirt.

“Is that mine?”

“Yeah, you didn’t need it,” you messaged back, holding the front of the top up with your fingers so he could see for sure that it was actually his.

“We have a problem,” he replied, but the smile on his face seemed to hint it wasn’t serious. You sent him a few question marks and then another message came back. 

“So fucking hard for you,” the text read. You were surprised that he said that. I mean, you weren’t surprised he was hard but usually he’d just come over and you two could sort it out - but now he was miles away.

You licked your lips at the thought before replying to him, feeling a bit cheeky with your choice of angle for the photo you sent back: “Can I see? Please.”

You put your phone down next to you on the bed, taking a deep breath. Within 10 seconds, it pinged and you quickly picked it up to see what he had sent, noticing the purple icon pop up. It was a video.

You closed your eyes, pausing for a moment before you clicked the video. He had switched the camera round and was filming as he stroked himself, his thumb rubbing over the tip and spreading out the pre-cum that had leaked there. He must have been hard for a while.

“Fuck,” you said to the empty room, the sight making you clench your own thighs together as your core started to burn with desire. You resisted the urge to touch yourself, instead rolling your hips in a desperate display for some kind of friction, but you knew what would happen next.

“Fuck baby, keep stroking for me. Wish I had my hand around it, stroking you slowly up and down,” you teased as you sent a voice note, your voice dripping with arousal. You wanted this too, but not without teasing him first. The thought of him laid wherever he was, desperately stroking his cock whilst images of you filled his mind. Fuck, you just wished you could be there to see it in person, and help him out a little too.

“Let me see that pretty little pussy,” he said in another video, his fingers dancing over the tip of his cock and making him grunt at the own sensation he was creating.

You knew this was futile now, and so did he because within seconds, your phone rang and you knew who was on the line. A video call from your boyfriend.

“Hey beautiful,” he said, a grin on his face as he was met by you smiling at him through the screen.

“Hey handsome,” you replied back, biting your lip. He looked so good. His blonde hair was everywhere, pushed in all directions and he had a cheeky smile on his face. You’d come to love that; but you also knew exactly what it meant. God he was so cute - and hot.

“Have a big problem ma’am, might need your help,” he said, turning the camera to face the lower part of his body. His boxers were pulled down to his knees and his cock was stood to attention. If you were there now, you’d be between his legs in seconds sucking him off the best you could - and he could attest, it was great.

He had flipped the camera around again and propped his phone up so you had a good view of both his dick and the rest of his body. The cheeky grin on his face as he stroked himself slowly and steadily.

You noted the way the veins protruded from his dick and how it would twitch every time he brushed his fingers over it. You decided to do the same thing, prop your phone up, just in time for him to tug himself rather strongly and let out a loud moan.

The sight of him so hard and the sounds he was making made you moan too, and in response, you moved your fingers down to where you wanted his. You teased yourself, ghosting your fingers over the lace material, a small barrier to where you wanted his fingers most.

“So wet for you J,” you murmured, brushing your fingers over your clit. It didn’t feel nearly as good as when he did it, but this would have to do - any relief was welcome.

“Ma’am,” he groaned out, his fingers ghosting over the tip as he pictured you doing it for him, your hands exploring him. He remembered the first time you two got intimate - it was your first time completely - and he was so gentle and understanding and helped you find the perfect rhythm that satisfied both him and you.

He moaned out, using the bit of pre-cum to spread all over his dick so he could stroke it up and down and give himself some relief. He would have much rather you did it though; your hands were so small compared to his and god it felt good when you’d get your mouth involved too.

“J,” you moaned out, your eyes closing as you threw your head back and picked up the pace on your clit. You used your thumb to draw small circles over yourself and your hips were bucking up to meet your hand. It was such a sight for him that he was pretty sure he didn’t even need to touch himself and he’d be cumming straight away.

“Wish I had my tongue buried in that pretty pussy,” he moaned out, your hand jolting at his words and sending shockwaves through your own body. You forced yourself to open your eyes, watching as he kept a firm grip of himself and slowly pumped up and down.

He moved his hand up to his mouth and spat on it, using that to rub over his cock and help him get his release.

“Touch the tip for me J,” you said, your voice soft but still the odd moan slipped in as you begged to be touched, “Imagine it’s my tongue swirling around the head. You like that, don’t you baby?”

He nodded furiously, moaning your name multiple times as he started to chase his high. You had seen that face so many times, you knew he was close and you wanted to cum with him too. “Close J?” you asked.

“Yeah fuck, you gonna cum with me?”

That was all it took and as you grazed your fingers over your clit, you felt the coil inside you snap. He was soon cumming too, moans spilling out of his mouth as he thrusted up into his hand, desperately pretending he was fucking you on the bed you shared at The Chateau.

“Fuck yes,” he growled out, similar words falling from your mouth too as he spilled out all over his hand. You licked your lips at the sight, wishing you could have tasted that, as you came down from your high.

“Cupcake,” he said after a few minutes, his eyes almost glazed over at what had just happened.

“Mhm?” you replied, completely fucked out too and unable to even open your eyes to look at him.

“Can’t wait for round 2 when I get home.”

A/N: Sooo I hope you liked it! How do we feel about a Rafe version of this? 👀

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