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greg-montgomery · 2 years

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Saturday Night

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Summary: Out of all the ways you expected to spend your Saturday night, laying naked on your boss' bed was not at the top of your list.

This is um...just smut and specifically size kink haha I'm posting this and 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

NSFW - Minors DNI

Enjoy 🧍‍♀️

You were supposed to visit his house to drop off some files. You were not supposed to accept his invitation to stay for dinner. You were not supposed to accept his second invitation, this time for a drink. And you were definitely not supposed to be in the position you were right now.

“Mm Agent Hotchner...” you whined, spreading your legs slowly for him.

He paused for a moment, kneeling in front of you on the bed, checking your body out; his eyes travelling up, down and then up to your eyes again, his tongue wetting his lips.

He crawled on top of you and whispered on your mouth, “I'm here.”

“I need you,” you breathed out and suddenly you were being kissed.

“I'm here, baby.”

You felt his left hand touching your nipple as his lips were kissing your cheek and then the skin behind your ear and then your neck; every single kiss making you melt under his mouth.

Your hands were on his shoulders, those same broad shoulders that you couldn't even count the minutes you'd spent on admiring.

He was so much bigger than you, you couldn't wait to feel him crushing your body. You were sure if someone were to stare down at you from the ceiling you wouldn't even be visible.

The thought made you laugh.

“What?” he asked with a grin, his eyes focused on yours again.

“Nothing. Just...you're huge.”

You looked at his handsome face and watched his cheeks turn pink. Making the Aaron Hotchner blush was such an accomplishment, you thought.

“Is that...bad?”

Oh he could not be more wrong.

“It turns me on,” you admitted.

His hand slowly moved from your chest, between your legs. His fingers started rubbing your clit and you immediately felt waves of pleasure go through your body.

“Aaron...”

His pace was torturously slow, your eyes closed while you enjoyed the feeling.

“Tell me more about it,” he said while slipping a finger inside you.

You moaned softly before replying. “I can't think...”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Feels that good, baby?”

“Mhm...” you nodded, biting your lips to keep yourself from being loud.

He added a second finger making your grip on him tighter.

“You look like something out of a dream laying under me like that,” he said almost moaning even though he wasn't the one being touched. “I've been dying to get my hands on you. I've imagined us in so many positions and I'm gonna take you in every single one of them.”

He could tell you were close. He looked at your expression; you were looking almost as if you were struggling by how good you felt. Little moans were leaving your mouth, most of them being his name.

“Aaron...”

“I know, I know, baby...”

“Feels so good...”

“I know... Just let go, honey. Just relax and let yourself feel nice.”

“I love it...”

He kissed your mouth that was open and waiting for him, as you felt your orgasm make your whole body shake.

“Oh God...” you sighed and wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer to your body.

“Baby...”

“Closer...I wanna feel you,” you told him.

His weight on top of you was exactly what you needed.

Aaron left a few lazy kisses behind your ear and you ran your fingers through his soft hair, breathing him in.

Your thoughts were filled with all the positions he had in mind for tonight. All you wanted to do was to flip the two of you around and ride him. So that's what you did.

#i tried so hard not to post smut about aaron but i couldn't help myself 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️#aaron hotchner #hotch #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner smut #hotch smut #nsfw.#hotch 🪐

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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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Slashers s/o that pretends to fall asleep in the car/truck to be carried inside please i 🥺

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Slashers x GenderNeutral!Reader | Headcanons

Hi there! You have no idea how excited I was to be getting this request- It's been a while since I got Slasher HCs requests like this, dsjkfhskh. What a delight! Thank you, and I do hope you enjoy these! I'm sorry if they're rather repetitive, I was just following a theme here. ^^" <3

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Fluff; Slashers having a Soft Spot for Reader.

Characters: Asa Emory/The Collector; Bo Sinclair; Lester Sinclair; Vincent Sinclair; Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull.

Asa Emory/The Collector

He knows you’re pretending, but he thinks it’s kind of endearing that you want to be carried inside so badly. Especially by him.

It makes him feel powerful and it’s intoxicating to him. You’re so pliant in his arms, absent-mindedly nuzzling his neck as he carries you to the house bridal-style. He could do anything to you. But both of you know that he won’t.

He carries you all the way upstairs to your shared bed and gently lays you down on it. Then he brushes your hair back and softly caresses your face before leaving you there.

Bo Sinclair

Can’t tell if you’re pretending or not but decides that you probably are. He tries to ‘wake you up’ by shaking you; but you’re very stubborn and don’t let it deter you, staying in your pretend-state.

Then he thinks about leaving you in the truck because you’ll follow him inside eventually; but something inside of him won’t let him.

Thus, he almost begrudgingly gets out of the truck, walks up to your side, opens your door, unbuckles your seatbelt, and picks you up bridal-style to carry you inside the house after all. He catches your slight smile and curses you out under his breath with a fond eye roll.

Lester Sinclair

Absolutely cannot tell that you’re just pretending. He sees you ‘asleep’ in the passenger’s seat and feels his heart swell. He thinks you’re far too cute like this.

Quietly, he walks over to your side to gently pick you up from your seat, careful not to move you too much because he’s afraid of ‘waking’ you.

Then he carries you inside and upstairs to his room, where he gently puts you on the bed, kisses your forehead and pulls up the blanket, after he’s taken off your shoes.

Vincent Sinclair

He can tell that you’re pretending, but he lets it slide because he knows you’re doing it for a reason and he kind of likes to indulge you.

So he gets out of the car and picks you up from the passenger’s seat to carry you inside, taking great care in not disturbing you too much, despite knowing you’re really awake.

He gently lays you down on his bed, takes off your shoes and his own, and then he lies down beside you.

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Knows you’re simply pretending, but loves this whole spiel just as much as you do, so he only smiles to himself, as he gets out of the car.

He opens your door, unbuckles your seatbelt, and picks you up from your seat. He holds you gently and caresses you slightly, as he walks you to your home.

Inside, he takes off your shoes, after laying you down on the bed, pulls up your blanket, kisses your forehead, cheeks and lips, and leaves you there to get himself ready to lie down next to you.

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hollandorks · 2 years

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middle of the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter one

summary: y/n’s life changes immensely, starting with the Batman falling out of the sky right in front of her and ending with a promising new job at Wayne Manor. As her life intertwines with that of both Batman and Bruce Wayne, she begins to figure out that there’s more to both than meets the eye

a/n: So I saw The Batman and now I have a new hyperfixation so...here’s a fic, I guess. There will be no spoilers for the movie. In fact I’m mostly ignoring the movie in favor of my own plot. It can be read as happening after or before the events of the movie. Mostly I’m using Robert Pattinson’s portrayal of Batman as a touchstone for the fic. This is also very loosely a reader insert--my main character has a past and personality etc, but loose physical descriptions and no name. Anyways hope you enjoy it! (Or don’t. Mostly this is for me.)

Series Masterlist

word count: 2885

Rain pounded the cobbled streets of Gotham. It hadn’t let up in three days. Trash and the bodies of drowned rats spilled out of overfull drains and washed down the streets. The subways were mostly unusable, no matter how many sandbags, new drains, and plastic diverters were installed by the government to keep the water at bay. Citizens were forced to walk in the rain, arriving everywhere soaking wet so frequently that every building now kept paper towels inside their doors for people to scrub down with.

With the rain came crime.

The flooded subways and sewers drove those who thrived in the underbelly of Gotham up into the weak streetlights above ground.

The Batman’s signal had been burning bright for two full days. Sometimes the rain was so heavy it partially obscured the symbol. But as long as the rain had been pouring relentlessly down, so had the signal been shining above the city.

Not that that deterred criminals in the slightest.

That was why y/n carried a gun in her bag, pepper spray on her keys, and a taser in her back pocket. She hadn’t had to use any of them yet, but living in Gotham meant one couldn’t be too careful. Especially not with the flooded subways.

It was already a shit day. The rain was one thing, but after days of it she was almost used to it. Her backpack was wrapped in a trash bag with fresh, dry clothes and shoes inside. She wore tall rain boots, a long rain coat, and her umbrella was the biggest one she��d been able to find after that first full day of rain that hadn’t stopped.

No, she had prepared herself for the rain.

But she hadn’t prepared herself for the creeps that had come in droves to the Iceberg Lounge. The rain was really bringing out the worst in people, almost as bad as the extreme heat wave two summers earlier.

Her shit job to pay off her bills and her debts was made even shittier when a man had spilled a drink on her and then pawed at her chest in a thinly veiled attempt to feel her up while pretending to help.

Things had gotten worse from there.

She probably shouldn’t have hit him. But she had. And after a meeting with the Penguin, another ten thousand had been added to her debt. So not only had she been sexually assaulted, she had to spend God-only-knew-how-long at the club working off the debt for sticking up for herself. And that was on top of working off the debt for her mother’s medical bills–which hadn’t made a difference, in the end. She’d still died.

So here she was, walking to her crumbling, one bedroom apartment in a downpour, cheek still stinging with the reprimand from one of the Penguin’s goons. He technically wasn’t supposed to hit the employees, but apparently the guy she herself had hit had been important. So the Penguin had only laughed.

She was going to need a second job to keep up with her growing debt.

She was lucky that the Penguin let her work as a waitress and bartender to pay back the debts. It had been that, or take her clothes off for the money. He hadn’t cared what she picked, and she was grateful for that very small mercy. It was the only job to be found in a city with sky-high unemployment rates, which contributed to the sky-high crime rates. It was work in a sleazy club with the city’s elite, run by someone who more than likely was tied to the mob…or be unemployed and probably better off dead.

She chewed on her lip as she trudged through the water. Her raincoat, umbrella, and boots were doing very little to keep her dry. She couldn’t find it in herself to care, though. At least she could wash off the dirty rain in her own shower soon.

The thought boosted her spirits, just a little, and she picked up the pace.

That was when something heavy fell from the sky in front of her. She ran smack into somebody who hadn’t been there and all of a sudden was.

With a shriek she quickly tried to quell, y/n wielded her pepper spray with one hand and grabbed for the gun in her bag with the other.

It was a man.

A man had fallen from the sky.

He abruptly fell to his knees with a splash, then to his side.

“What the fuck?” she mumbled when the dark lump of a man hadn’t moved in a solid minute. She glanced up at the buildings around them but saw nothing. It was the middle of the night–so late that even most criminals were in bed.

That’s when she noticed that he was wearing armor. Armor with a symbol on the chest, and a cape dragging down the street away from his body with the flood of water all around them.

It was the Batman.

Y/n glanced up at the signal overhead and back down again.

Something had knocked him from a nearby roof and it couldn’t be good.

He still wasn’t moving.

She hurried over to his side without thinking. She had to get him out of the middle of the sidewalk. She had to wake him up, help him, before whoever or whatever had thrown him off the roof could catch up.

Was she being stupid? She hesitated just before crouching beside him. No. He was Batman. He protected the city. He may have been a little questionable in how he did so, but he helped people. She’d seen the YouTube videos and news stories countless times. More times than she cared to admit.

“Hey,” she said, shaking his shoulder. “Wake up.” She shook him again. Her fingers were still wrapped tightly around the pepper spray on her keychain in one hand. One couldn’t be too careful in Gotham, after all.

The Batman groaned and then scrambled to sit up in one quick movement. He pulled back a fist as if he was going to punch something. Punch her.

“Hey! It’s okay! You’re okay! Well, I mean, you fell off a roof or something, but I’m trying to help you.”

His eyes fluttered open, struggling to focus. He barely managed to sit up before he was swaying again. She couldn’t help but notice the sharp line of his jaw as the rain slid off of it. And that his eyes were blue, maybe green. It was a bit too dark to tell.

“My apartment’s not far. Let me help you.” She held out a hand.

He stared at it for a long moment, then let her help him to his feet with a sigh. He was…tall. Really tall. She wondered, briefly, how padded his costume–armor?--was, or if he really was that muscular and broad-shouldered.

“It isn’t safe,” he said in a gravelly voice. It was half whisper, half growl. “I–Damn it.” He abruptly leaned his weight on her.

That’s when she noticed the blood being washed away by the rain. It wasn’t much but it was definitely more than should be pouring out of a person who had just fallen from the sky.

“You’re hurt,” she said. “It isn’t far. Let me help you.”

There was another moment of hesitation. But she was already tugging him along, holding more of his weight than he was. The blood seemed to be coming from a wound in his side.

Batman hurried along as much as he was able, hissing in pain every few steps. He was limping, too. She didn’t miss how he constantly surveyed their surroundings. Probably looking for whoever had no doubt tried to kill him by tossing him from above. Or maybe he had tried to fly and landed badly? Or jumped between roofs and miscalculated? She’d seen parkour videos where people misjudged distances and–

God, she was freaking out, wasn’t she? She couldn’t stop the torrent of thoughts from churning in her mind. She was helping the fucking Batman. Taking him to her apartment.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I have a gun. And a taser. And pepper spray.”

He glanced down at her from his towering height. She was practically tucked all the way under his armpit. That sharp jaw of his was tight with pain. But there was a twitch of amusement from his lips.

“It’s up here.” She pointed. He surveyed the streets again, the skyline, the alleyways. She paused for a second. Bad guys wouldn’t follow him to her apartment, right? But he was still bleeding and swaying on his feet.

“Why?” he asked in that deep, quiet voice of his as she bundled him into her shitty apartment building. The light out front had gone out again, and there was broken glass at the bottom of the stairs.

“The elevator’s busted, I’m sorry,” she said as she helped him up the stairs.

“Why help me?” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken. All things considered, she thought, he was really taking this like a champ. He was bleeding, had been unconscious, and apparently had had the shit beaten out of him before being tossed off a roof. Or falling off a roof. She still couldn’t tell.

“Because,” she grunted as they finally reached the second floor landing. “That’s what you do. Help people. Who else is going to fight for us?”

And she meant it. From all the videos she’d seen, Batman helped people, no matter who they were. The poor, the homeless, the struggling. He kept their shitty, crime-riddled city just a bit safer. And God, did Gotham need someone like that.

She propped him against the hallway wall as she fumbled for her keys. The door opened with a creak.

“Come on in,” she said. “Don’t bleed all over my couch.”

She meant it as a joke, but he slumped into the one rickety kitchen chair she had. His eyes closed for a second.

She went into the tiny bathroom, got her first aid kit, and then brushed past Batman to get him a glass of water to wash down Ibuprofen with.

His eyes were still closed when she turned around from the sink. Their knees were almost touching, that’s how small the apartment was. She studied the lower half of his face again. She ached to take off the mask, to learn what no one else had been able to figure out. But no. That’d be rude. Besides, he was probably just a random guy with too much time on his hands and an ax to grind with the criminal underworld of the city. She guaranteed she wouldn’t recognize him without the mask no matter how badly she itched to take it off.

She nudged him with the glass and his eyes opened. She’d forgotten to turn on the lights. All that lit the apartment was the faintly buzzing light above her oven. But lights cost money, and she was pinching pennies right now. Especially after tonight.

She pushed the thought away and watched Batman down several pills in one go with a wince.

Batman was in her shitty apartment. It didn’t feel real. How hard had that goon in the club hit her? Was she hallucinating?

“You’re bleeding,” she murmured. She really hadn’t thought this through. YouTube videos or not, Batman could very well be a psycho. She pushed those thoughts away, too. In his current state, she could probably tase him before he got very far.

He tensed up. “I’m fine. I just need to rest for a few minutes and then I’ll be gone.”

She could almost feel the roughness of his voice in the small space between them, like sandpaper against her skin. She shivered. She was still dripping water. So was he. And a little bit of blood too.

“Let me just–Let me look at it. If you don’t mind. I want to help.” His eyes flickered up to hers and then back down again.

He was so…still. It was almost unnatural. Who was this guy?

Finally, he shifted and began peeling off the armor. First he removed his thick gloves or gauntlets or whatever the hell they were. Then he worked on the armor on his torso. It thunked to the floor, piece after piece.

He wore a black long sleeved shirt beneath it. There was a gash on one side, revealing a bloody line. It didn’t look too deep, but y/n really had no idea what she was doing.

“It’s not too deep,” he said, echoing her thoughts. “I’ve had worse.”

God, his voice. In all the hundreds of videos she’d watched, they had never captured his voice. It was…alluring.

“I’ll just clean it real quick and bandage it then. If you…if that’s okay.”

He jerked a short nod.

She grabbed the first aid kit and knelt before him. She lifted his shirt, just far enough to see the cut. His whole body was tense. Like he was ready to flee at a moment’s notice.

Her thoughts stuttered to a stop when she saw a flash of abs.

So he was that muscular underneath the suit. Heat spread across her face. Between that, and the voice, and that sharp jawline... She made herself focus on the task at hand and not the abs before her.

“I’m y/n, by the way. Not that you asked, but…” She cleared her throat awkwardly. “So...did someone throw you off the roof?” she asked as she pulled out the small bottle of peroxide and a few cotton balls. She really hoped he didn’t need stitches, because she really didn’t think she could do that.

He sucked in a breath as she dabbed the chemical onto his bloody skin.

“Something like that,” he murmured after a moment.

“Alright then, keep your secrets,” she said to him. She dabbed the skin with another cotton ball and lightly scrubbed away the blood around the wound. She was careful not to press too hard. “Will they come after you?”

“They won’t be a problem for you, if that’s what you’re asking.” She glanced up and met his searing gaze. “I swear it.” There was an almost wild intensity in his eyes. He meant it.

Satisfied with the answer, she nodded, cheeks still hot, and set about bandaging the cut. She had to sort of Frankenstein two bandages together to make one that was long enough. His skin was hot where she touched it.

“What were you doing out so late, alone?” Batman surprised her by asking. He didn’t seem one for small talk. But maybe he was actually a social butterfly when he wasn’t out fighting crime. How was she to know?

“I was coming home from work. I’m a…bartender.” She bit her lip. Then, for some reason, decided to spill her guts to Gotham’s vigilante. “It’s a shitty job and I got sexually harassed tonight, but I have to have this job because it’s the only one available. Unemployment is sky-high, and I have a ton of debt and I can’t–” She cut herself off with a sharp breath. She tugged his shirt back down and stood. “Sorry. You don’t need to hear about my problems. Obviously you have bigger problems than me.” She gestured to the knife wound.

The Batman was staring at her. Seated, he had to tilt his head up just a little to meet her eyes. “No one’s problems are too small,” he said softly. His voice was like distant thunder, deep and rumbling. “That’s why I do this.”

Something fluttered in her chest. God, she’d always had a thing for bad boys.

“Good as new,” she said to shake off the silence that stretched between them. “Feel free to stay as long as you need. I can get some sheets for the couch if–if you want to sleep a while. I’m going to shower and go to bed.”

He shook his head. “You’ve done enough. Thank you.”

Feeling brave, she caught his bare hand in hers. “Thank you. I know you probably don’t hear it a lot, but the little guys like us in Gotham see you. We see what you’re doing. And we need it.”

His blue-or-green eyes blazed for a moment. She let go after a second, embarrassed. The spell was broken and they both looked away in the same moment.

“Anyways. Stay as long as you want.” She started walking to her tiny bedroom and tinier shower. She kicked off her shoes as she went. She went into the bathroom, started the shower so it’d heat up, and then went to her dresser for pajamas. “There’s leftover takeout in the fridge if you need something to eat before you go,” she called out as she opened and closed a drawer. She imagined Batman sitting at her small, thrifted table eating noodles with chopsticks and almost laughed. She pressed her forehead to the edge of the dresser and took a moment to steady herself. There was some of Batman’s blood on her hands.

There was a soft thunk from somewhere behind her.

She peered out, hoping he hadn’t fainted.

But he was gone. Armor and all. The front door was still locked and–there, at the window, a shadow.

Batman was gone.

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