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gghostwriter · 10 months ago

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One Single Thread of Gold

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Part 2 Summary: The three times Penelope tries to solve a Spencer Reid riddle and the one time she (and the team) meet the reason behind all the changes Trope: Fluff! Just fluff and team banter! w.c: 4.0k a/n: For some reason, my earlier post on this disappeared dunno why. But this is a very self indulgent fic as reader’s background is basically based on the industry I work in. I had a lot of fun writing the team banter and I hope you enjoy it too! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated 💗

The first clue presented itself on a dull Wednesday night as the team, minus Hotch and Rossi, were leaving the bullpen after a full day of pushing papers. Penelope in all of her sunshine and colorful glory was buzzing about these accessories that she once spotted on a storefront window.

“I saw a pair of earrings and a matching necklace that would look so good with that top you bought the other day, JJ. You know, the blue one with those soft sleeves—they would look great with it. It’s tres boho chic.”

JJ smiled, opening her mouth to reply, but Spencer beat her to it.

“Did you know that boho chic was actually a response to political and social movements?”

“Wait, what?” Emily interjected.

He took her disbelief as a sign to continue on. “Yeah, yeah. There’s an article written about it in Vogue—softness and femininity historically appears in moments of political stress and war. Just like in the 70s with the hippie and anti-war movement that defined their style as a generation.”

They all piled into the elevator and turned to face the boy genius like he grew another head. For all they knew, this could be a clone and a very bad one at that. The Spencer Reid that they knew had absolutely no interest in the realms of fashion.

Penelope was the first to break the silence. “Vogue?”

“Kid, what gives? Just the other time, you didn’t know how many shoes a woman owns and now you’re some kind of expert?” Derek asked with both eyebrows raised.

“Did not knowing activate some kind of button that made you want to read about it?” Emily added on, feeling like she was in some kind of TV prank show.

“What?” Spencer licked his lips, nervous with all the attention on him. He felt like he was about to slip something up that he had been keeping to himself for a while now. A hidden precious gem that was you. “I—I like to read.” A believable excuse except his voice went up an octave, giving him away.

The three women shared a look.

“But you read academic textbooks and classic literature,” JJ stated.

Penelope added on. “Not fashion magazines.”

He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “I don’t discriminate when it comes to reading. If it’s interesting—” he shifted his weight one side to another, thinking that the ride down on the elevator seemed to be taking slower than usual. “—I’ll read it.”

Penelope narrowed her eyes. She was no profiler but she could smell a lie from a mile away way. That wasn’t the whole truth. Dr. Spencer Reid was hiding something.

“Okay, see you tomorrow!” he squeaked out as he ran out of the elevator once it hit the lobby.

She turned to the three profilers, stunned with the boy genius’ erratic behavior. “Huh, did anybody else get the feeling that Spencer was hiding something?”

“Maybe, but the kid does read a lot. Maybe he just ran out of books.” Morgan shrugged.

The other two profilers tilted their heads and slowly nodded in agreement. It wasn’t far off on something Spencer would do. He did once pick up a pamphlet in the airport to read as mentioned before to her by Derek, granted it was for a case but still, Penelope couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something else.

So when she arrived home that very same night, she propped up her laptop and got to digging. Boy Genius was hiding something big and Little Miss Oracle of Quantico can find anything with her tech skills. She’ll get to the bottom of this mystery, once and for all.

———

Spencer was glad to be coming home to your presence. Having spied the lights still on from the outside of the apartment, he took the steps two at a time, excited to see his 2nd favorite person after his mother—you.

“Spence?” You called out, having heard the mahogany front door open. “Is that you, baby?”

“Hey, love. I missed you,” he deposited his satchel to the nearby sofa and ran to give you a hug.

You burrowed yourself into his arms. All the muscles in your body relaxing as you caught a whiff of his cedar wood perfume—the same scent you’ve gifted to him during the early stages of dating. “I missed you too. How was your day?”

“Better now with you,” his words coming out muffled as he refused to detach himself from the embrace. “Actually, I almost slipped up today.”

You extricated from his arms to give him an inquisitive look. The slight scrunch on your nose and raised brows made his heart flutter. How expressive, free, and trusting you were. It reminded him of your first encounter. How you teasingly asked him if he was a serial killer when he offered you a ride home in the pouring rain and how you easily accepted regardless.

“Yeah? Did any of them catch on?” you probed as you pulled him by his belt loops to the direction of the bedroom.

He laughed, finding your aggression cute. “No. At least, I don’t think so.”

“Maybe we should schedule dinner with them sometime,” you coyly suggested as you slowly started to unravel his tie. “I mean, we’ve been together for over a year now and I have moved into your apartment, under the guise of watering your plants while you’re away. Which is a lie, by the way—”

“I have plants!” he protested. His hands divesting you out of his sweater, bringing to view his favorite silk set in deep purple that accentuated your skin and the blush on your cheeks.

“—that I brought over, Spence,” you quipped back. “But don’t worry, I won’t spill how the intelligent FBI agent fooled naive me into moving in with him.”

There was a glint in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine. “Love, I wouldn’t exactly call you naive—” his voice going an octave lower. “—not when you’re looking at me with those tempting eyes of yours.”

Giggling, you leaned in for a kiss, one that he quickly took over. His calloused dominant hand wrapped around the back of your neck, effectively caging you in while his other cradled your cheek—a stark contrast to the other. Kissing Spencer had always felt like a religious experience that you never want to part from.

Reluctantly pulling away, you caught glimpse of his need for you. His hazel eyes now dark as ink, nostrils slightly flared, teeth sinking into his lower lip, and his dominant hand dug into the fleshy nape of your neck. It made you feel desirable, like the goddess that he would call you when he’s on his knees tasting nectar from the source.

The discussion of inviting the team out for dinner was long forgotten. No other words were spoken as you pushed him on the bed—only the cries of his and your name and moans of ‘yes’ echoed well into the night.

***

The second clue was uncovered when Spencer walked into the cold windy bullpen with new black cardigan adorning his lithe body. It was non-descriptive to the untrained eye but for fashion enthusiast Penelope Garcia, she knew what those four white lines on the sleeve meant—luxury label and priced well above their pay grade.

She narrowed her eyes. The Spencer she knew wouldn’t dare spend his salary on anything besides limited first edition books. Something was truly up and she planned to get to the bottom of it as her initial online search turned up nothing.

“Reid, that’s a really nice sweater,” she complimented, throwing in her bait.

He smiled. The thought of who gave it to him warmed his heart. “Yeah. Yeah, thanks Garcia.”

Her sparkly pink kitten heels clacking on the floor as she came closer. “Can I see it?” she innocently asked.

The request threw Spencer off the loop but thought nothing of it as he shrugged and handed it to her—still warm from body temperature.

Her squeals caught the attention of the other profilers filling into the office.

“What is it, baby girl?” Morgan deposited his bag on the table and stationed himself beside her. “It’s Reid’s new sweater. Are you seeing something I’m not seeing?”

Garcia rolled her eyes. This was why females are considered more observant that their sex counterpart. Her chocolate thunder was a profiler but how could he not notice what she was deducing?

“Huh,” Emily surmised. “Based on the fibers, it’s definitely not polyester. Possibly a 100% wool, what do you think, JJ?”

“It says here on the tag—100% virgin wool,” she read out loud. “That makes it very expensive, right Garcia?”

The colorful tech analyst smiled. Her girls could never let her down. “Right you are, girlfriends! But it’s not only that, this—” pointing at the four stripes on the sleeve. “—this is a signature Thom Browne detail. Their prices go up to at least 600 dollars—” they all turned to Reid who seemed clearly agitated. “—now why does our boy wonder have a piece that could buy at most five cute heels?”

With his vast intellect, he couldn’t think of a way to weasel out of this impromptu interrogation. He couldn’t very well say that it was a gift now could he? If he did, that would lead to another hard hitting question ‘from who?’ He raked his hand through his curly hair, taking the same path as yours did just earlier as you gave him a kiss goodbye.

When you gifted him the cardigan from your last New York business trip, he really thought nothing of its material equivalence, besides feeling grateful and loved. It was proof that you paid attention to even the littlest details about him.

“Hey Spence, I got you something,” you looked up at him with sparkling eyes. The first thing you had done when you got home was run into his arms. A simple act that healed his aching heart from missing it’s other half.

You reached into your luggage, enthusiastically pulling out the black clothing wrapped in tissue paper like some magician pulling out a rabbit from a hat. “Here you go!”

“A new sweater!” He exclaimed.

You rocked on your heels, looking bashful as you explained the reasoning behind it. “I noticed you fidgeting when you wore the cardigan JJ gifted you last Christmas, the polyester fibers used on it must have been really itchy so I got you a new one—” your eyes widened at how your explanation could be taken the wrong way. “—not that her gift wasn’t great! No, it was very cute! It’s just—I want you to be comfortable and protected during your cases in cold states. Polyester is a good insulator of heat but wool is still the best.”

He loved how unabashed you rambled about your interests. That was one of the first things he piqued his notice. How you liked to share your knowledge about the fashion industry that you work for but never coming across as stuck up or snobby, you just genuinely wanted to educate anyone who had a wrong perception of the billion dollar commerce. Admittedly, he was one of them but hearing you rave about it’s nitty-gritty details and socio-economic movements changed his mind. It also helped that a beautiful and intelligent woman, such as yourself, was educating him.

He pulled you in for a kiss, stopping all the worries that ran through your head. “I love it. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing at all, baby. I like taking care of you. Just like how you take care of me,” you reasoned. “Plus I got it on sale courtesy of the magazine connections.”

A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his reverie. It was Penelope with an eyebrow raised at the subtle smile that graced his face while he replayed the moment in his head.

“Okay,” Morgan drawled. “What’s got you smiling, Pretty boy?”

“Nothing,” he squeaked out, turning to see Hotch make his way across the office. Spencer hurriedly collected his things and started to move even before their unit chief could call their attention.

“We have a case,” Hotch announced.

The remaining BAU members all looked at each other, silently communicating about Reid’s irregular demeanor, before piling into the conference room for another grueling scene of murder.

“He’s been acting weird,” Garcia rushed out. “Definitely hiding something. What do you think, Em?”

Emily nodded. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“A girl?” JJ guessed.

“Yes, must be a special one for him to keep secret for so long,” Garcia surmised. “Do you think he’ll hate it if I go further digging around to find out who she is?”

“Further?” Emily clarified.

JJ laughed. “Probably, let’s wait for him to volunteer the information. Okay, Garcia?”

She sighed, shoulders drooping, before nodding in agreement.

***

The third clue was quite literally handed to Penelope Garcia on the jet after a case when she accompanied the team.

“Cold Alaska is so not good for my skin,” she grumbled as she rummaged her bottomless bag for her favorite hand cream. “I love going with you all on trips rather than being stuck in my own tech cave but the weather wasn’t it.”

Morgan chuckled. “Aw c’mon baby girl, don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy our time together?”

“You, my sculpted hunk, and the fireplace were the highlight,” Penelope turned to the other female profilers. “My beauties, do any of you have lotion? I think I lost mine.”

Before JJ or Emily could even utter a word, a tube made its way to her lap courtesy of her seat mate, Dr. Spencer Reid.

“Reid, since when do you carry lotion?” Emily inquired.

He shrugged. “Hand cream has it’s benefits besides from moisturizing the skin, it also provides an additional layer of protection. Depending on it’s properties, it can also repair and undo damage.”

The females all shared a look. This was another unexplainable behavior from their resident genius.

“We know that,” JJ stated. “We just thought you didn’t.”

His brows furrowed. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, besides from the fact that you’ve never shown interest about skincare before, isn’t it a stereotype for men not to know? Unless—” Emily slyly smiled and nodded at Garcia to continue.

“Unless you have a girlfriend that we don’t know about,” Garcia bounced on her seat.

Hook, line, and sinker.

Spencer’s eyes widened in alarm. He didn’t realize he was walking into a trap before it was too late. “What makes you say that?”

They laughed.

JJ started. “Besides from you suddenly being knowledgeable in fashion—“

“—or having a pricey sweater you’d never buy for yourself—” Emily added on.

“Or, or—“ Garcia reached out to touch his hand. Which made Spencer react with a high pitched call of her name. “—having a shea butter lotion with rough hands!” She waved the tube up in the air. “Plus, this is half empty. So either it’s not working which I doubt since this is a good brand or you keep this in your bag for a special someone to use!”

Derek chuckled. “Baby girl, you could be a profiler at this point.”

“Oh tell me something I don’t know,” she quipped back. “So Reid, want to tell us the truth?”

He sighed, finding no escape. “Yes, yes I have a girlfriend.”

The girls all shrieked with laughter and their own corresponding questions of who is she? How did you meet? How long has this been going on? What does she do for a living? Is she pretty? Oh I bet she is!

“Looks like that cat is out of the bag,” Rossi nonchalantly stated.

Four sets of eyes turned to look at one of the BAU founders. “Rossi, you knew about this and didn’t tell me?” Garcia gasped, a hand to her chest at the thought of betrayal.

He laughed. “I caught them on a dinner date once and our boy wonder over here—“ nodded in Reid’s direction. “—begged me not to out him yet, said he wanted to be the one to tell the team the news but that was like what, six months ago?”

“Six months ago?” Emily repeated.

“Wait, wait. Hotch, don’t tell me you also knew?” Morgan asked.

The unit chief smiled. “She was added to Reid’s emergency contact last February.”

“February? That’s almost a year ago!” JJ sputtered out.

The tech analyst turned to glare at the youngest member of the BAU. “Reid, you better start spilling all the details or so help me, I will stalk all your digital footprint when we land until I find out who she is, where she lives, and what her deepest darkest secret is.”

“What about hearing it all from her, instead?” He rubbed the back of his neck. The secrecy had gone on for so long and there was no time like the present to introduce his chosen family to his chosen partner—hopefully until the end of time. “She wants to treat you all out for dinner tonight.”

All four nodded vigorously as they watched him pull out his phone and send a quick text to which you readily replied and agreed to.

“My man,” Derek sighed. “Can’t believe you got a girlfriend without me being your wingman.”

“Answer me at least this, is she pretty and does she make you happy?” Garcia asked. No matter how nosey she may be, she only wanted the best for Spencer and if the recent lightness and smiles were all caused by his mystery girlfriend, she already approved.

“The prettiest,” Spencer gushed out. “She’s my own personal sunshine.”

The three girls melted into their seats. Their youngest was all grown up waxing prose over his lover.

“She makes you sappy too,” Derek teased.

***

[EXTRA - When the mystery was uncovered]

Spencer had never felt any more nervous that this moment as he, with the rest of the team minus Hotch and Rossi, wait for your arrival. He sat with his back to the restaurant entrance and his cardigan laying on the empty seat beside him as a reservation mark. His eyes had been going back and forth to his idle phone and to the conversation the team was having.

Morgan noted his state of distress and chuckled. “You okay there, lover boy? She’s still coming right, your mystery girlfriend?”

“Yeah, yeah. She said she was on her way 9 minutes and 24 seconds ago and based on the route and traffic, she should have been here 45 seconds earlier. Just worried that something might have happened.”

Penelope leaned in, picking on her bubblegum pink choice of drink as she did. “You know, if you just told me her name I could have tracked every movement by now and you wouldn’t be sitting here worrying.”

“What—no Garcia, I don’t want her tracked plus she didn’t want you to know everything about her even before meeting her,” his voice going up an octave in your defense.

She shrugged. “I’m just saying. I mean we don’t know a single thing about her—”

“We do know she exists and you’ve been together for almost a year now,” Emily interjected.

“Actually, it’s been more than year—one year and 124 days to be exact.”

“Buttercup, all I’m saying is we don’t even know how she looks—” Garcia gasped, having spotted a passerby on the window and what she was wearing. “Oh my gosh, that maroon coat is to die for and that textured leather bag—I wonder if I could track her down and ask where she got it.”

“Oh she’s pretty,” JJ noted.

Derek smirked. “Baby girl, tell me if you plan to ask her ‘cause I wouldn’t mind asking for her number.”

The tech analyst’s eyes further widened as she noted the attractive woman going inside the restaurant.

“You weren’t kidding about that coat, Garcia, it looks really nice,” JJ appraised.

Emily squinted her eyes, taking note of the garment in question. “It looks high quality, probably vintage and—is she going near us?”

“Oh gods, she is! Act natural, act natural!” Penelope chanted as she repeatedly slapped Derek’s arm.

The stranger stopped behind Spencer. “Hey handsome,” your melodic voice was a siren that called to his every being. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Penelope’s jaw dropped as she took in Derek’s flustered reaction.

“Me?” He pointed at himself, getting picked up in such a public setting was new even for him—the ladies man of the BAU.

You laughed. “Well, you too but I was more of talking to this lover of mine—“ you bent down, kissing your boyfriend’s cheek. “Hey, Spence.”

A series of gasps were heard all around the table.

The youngest stood up and turned to give you a soft kiss on the lips. “Hey, Y/N. I was starting to get worried.”

“I missed the train, sorry I forgot to send an update,” you explained as he helped you into your seat.

Promptly seating back down, he angled his body to yours—all attention on you as if you were the only one in the room. And in a way you were, with how molten his doe eyes stared, alternating between yours and your painted lips that begged to be kissed.

He always felt breathless when you were near. It was as if he found his very own Aphrodite to worship here on earth. Spencer was no believer of fates or destiny but he would pray and light a candle if he needed to, just to keep you his. Your intelligent mind complimenting his, your outgoing personality that draws anyone in, and your face that could launch a thousand ships.

Those eyes that could read the deepest crevices of his fiber of being. Those cheeks that begged to be caressed by his calloused hands. Those soft lips that deserved to be kissed and devoured until you, in turn, were as breathless as he was. He suddenly wished you both were anywhere else but here—specifically in the confines of the apartment where he was free to express his love, devotion, and adoration until you scream his name and beg him to stop. His hand, having found it’s way to your thigh, squeezed the flesh three times—communicating his promise to have your hair laid around you like a halo as you lay under him, bare and writhing with need.

The blonde on the other end of the table cleared her throat, cutting through the tension.

“Okay, Spence,” she smiled. “Mind introducing us to your girlfriend?”

He brought your hand to his lips, leaving a series of sweet kisses on your knuckle. “This is Y/N, my girlfriend. Y/N, this is the rest of the team. Morgan—“ he gestured to each one. “Emily, JJ, and Garcia.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you!” You exclaimed. “So sorry we’re only meeting now. We wanted to stay in our little bubble for as long as we could plus this handsome FBI agent—” you nudged Spencer’s shoulder. “—wanted to keep me to himself. But where’s Aaron and Dave?”

Emily whispered under her breath. “Aaron? Dave?”

“They had prior commitments, love. They did send their regards and Rossi wants to invite you to the next gathering at his mansion,” Spencer explained.

“Love?” Penelope squeaked out. This was really starting to feel like Twilight zone for the team members.

You nodded. “I’ll definitely plot it on my calendar. Now, I heard you had some questions for me?”

“How’d you two meet?” JJ asked.

“When was the first date?” Emily inquired.

Penelope brought out a pen and paper. “What’s you social security number?”

Derek snorted at that. “Do you have any other siblings?”

Spencer’s eyebrows raised further and further up with each question while your shoulders shook with laughter.

“She has all the time in the world to get to know each of you,” Spencer laid out. “No need to make it sound like an interrogation.” He was wishing to keep you forever, if you’d let him.

You smiled as you caressed his cheek, having caught on to the veiled meaning behind his words. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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graveltotempomp3 · 23 days ago

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concept:

the usual historical fiction au where derek is a prince and stiles is like a royal of another realm. derek is maybe in a relationship with paige, maybe just enjoying being alone, when he's told he is going to have to marry this random guy from another realm in order for his mother to secure an alliance with king scott of the beacon lands, or king john or whoever.

derek hates this and tries to refuse but he doesn't really have a choice, so he resolves to be as petty and make life for this 'stiles' as miserable as possible. he writes the shittiest letters in response to stiles' long and in depth ones, sends over terrible gifts that are not personal at all, doesn't even open the paintings and things stiles sends his way, and the day stiles arrives to his realm (couple of days ahead of the wedding) derek doesn't even show up to greet him/welcome him.

talia is so angry at him for the last one especially, and tells him how devastated the poor stiles was and derek is all like 'good' in his head, and resolves to be even more terrible, hoping that maybe it will be enough for stiles to beg his king to undo the nuptials.

however he cannot avoid him forever, and later on he's sitting at dinner with his family when cora walks in with stiles. derek turns around--

and is immediately struck silent cause stiles is the most beautiful guy he has ever seen in his life? large brown bambi eyes that catch every light in the room, pale skin dotted with stars- with moles, and as he listens to cora, the most radiant smile he has ever seen. and his scent! he's like a dream come true.

and then stiles looks at him.

and instead of blushing and looking away, or looking heartbroken, or anything like the docile creature his mother had described him as, stiles looks at derek top to bottom, discretely sneers, and pointedly goes to sit between cora and laura, refusing to engage with derek at all.

talia is ripping her hairs. peter thinks this is hilarious. cora and laura look disappointed with derek and completely taken with stiles. derek's dad is actively ignoring the table.

and derek spends the entire meal gathering the courage to speak any word at all to stiles, to pay him a compliment or even apologise for not being there to greet him-

just for stiles to completely ignore him and loudly, in a very un-princely manner, ask laura if she also hears that fastidious fly making odious noise in the background.

laura is terribly amused. derek is lowkey mortified. talia doesn't even know what to say. stiles just sniffs delicately and continues ignoring derek.

cue three days of derek trying his best to apologise to stiles while stiles really makes him work for it, filled with misunderstanding and hilarity, idk

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek prompt #fic ideas

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mrs-kmikaelson · 3 months ago

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apollo

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x sunshine!reader Summary: Aaron thinks you're just about the most radiant person he's ever met. But then you fly too close to the sun, and all your light disappears. Warnings: grumpy x sunshine turned not sunshine, references to greek myth of icarus and the sun god helios, apollo lore, violence, mentions of reaper arc, heartbreak, complicated relationships, avoidance, unresolved trauma, feelings, hopeful ending Words: 4.8K

Masterlist | icarus (part 1) | helios (part 2)

a/n: this is the end! thank u for all the love! i love this series sm, and i'll prolly end up writing lil blurbs for it (esp at ur request). there's sm feelings in this one. enjoy!

"I need to leave, Y/N."

"Wait— wait, we can talk about this, can't we?" You stepped closer to her, distraught colouring your face. "We can get you help."

She shook her head, a sad smile crossing her face as if she was saying she knew you wouldn't understand. Poor, sweet Y/N, her eyes said. Too good for this world. Too naïve. Too hopeful. What she ended up saying was, "No, Y/N. I can't."

"I— I don't understand." Tears welled up in your eyes. Her words didn't make sense. None of it made sense.

The smile on her face never fell. Only a single tear did, racing down her cheek. It occurred to you then that you'd never seen her cry.

"Oh, Y/N/N." She grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly. "I hope you never have to."

When she let go of your hand, you knew there was nothing more you could say. She was leaving, and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it.

But, deep down, you knew she'd already been long gone.

"Goodbye, Y/N."

And before you knew it, she was out the door, too far away to hear you whisper back.

"Goodbye, Elle."

When Elle left, you didn't understand it. As the only female profilers, you stuck together like glue. You both came from units where you were at the top of your game, just to be shuffled back down to the bottom, having to learn an entirely new competence.

You didn't get it. The work tore her away. The job took too much away from her, took too much out of her. But that was the job. But what about you?

She could walk away from the job, fine. But why did she walk away from you?

You didn't get it then. Too young. Too naïve. Too hopeful.

But now you were older. You knew too much. The hope had been sucked out of you.

You understood now.

You understood what it meant to not be able to take it anymore, to not be able to face the people you loved while knowing you weren't the same. And you wanted to. You desperately wanted things to go back to the way they were.

You wanted to go back to Rossi ruffling your hair, cracking jokes about your age but always knowing he took you seriously. You wanted to go back to lunch breaks with Penelope, talking about your nails and boys and feeling like a teenager. You wanted to back to laughing in Emily's apartment, her cat crawling across your lap. You wanted to go back to watching sci-fi movies with Reid, too convoluted to grasp. You wanted to go back to when Derek would tease you instead of treating you like you were made of glass. You wanted to go back to watching JJ's son without her wondering if you were in the state of mind to do it.

And Hotch.

Aaron.

You wanted to hit rewind to before everything happened, if not just to be at his side again. Before you tried to kiss him and before he pulled away. Before a serial killer decided he was God and your life was his to play with.

But you couldn't, and now you understood Elle better than you ever did. Because no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't be the same sunshine everyone loved.

You couldn't stay there anymore.

You submitted your resignation. You didn't know what happened next—you never thought further along than the BAU.

But you had to leave.

You understood now.

You wished you didn't.

—

The words echoed throughout your head on a loop.

Hotch. Accident. Hospital.

The Reaper.

If it hadn't been for Morgan, you would've jumped into that SUV and driven there immediately. But he stopped you, taking away the keys and regarding you with a soft but firm stance. You both knew it wasn't safe for you to drive.

You didn't talk about the reasons why.

Now, you sat to Aaron's left. He was sleeping. He'd never seemed so peaceful.

How ironic it was that he had to be stabbed before he took a break. Even if you knew it wasn't peaceful, not really.

A U.S. Marshal had just come and retrieved Jack and Haley, taking them to an undisclosed location. Their lives were upended. His life was upended.

Your fearless leader, stony and brave. He approached every challenge with determination, like he knew he could beat it. Aaron Hotchner was a man who won battles. But when you walked into that hospital room, for the first time since you met him, he looked afraid.

He looked like he'd already lost.

Your heart squeezed in your chest. It wasn't fair.

Suddenly, a mumble broke you out of your thoughts. "I can hear you thinking in my sleep."

You looked down, seeing him slowly open his eyes. You fixed him with a smile, even though it didn't feel right on your lips. Be brave, Y/N, your mind chided. He'd be brave for you. "Really? I can hear you thinking in your sleep."

His face remained blank, unfazed by your attempt to change the subject. He did that often—calling you out. Never maliciously, always with the greater good at heart. But he knew you. Sometimes, it felt like he knew you too well.

You wondered, did you know him as well as he knew you?

You liked to think so.

Like usual, you crumbled under his gaze, looking away. If you kept looking at him, nothing would stop the onslaught of tears from making their way down your face, and you wouldn't do that to him. You wouldn't cry; it wasn't your right to. You weren't his wife.

But you were something. Enough of something to feel the need to cry, anyway.

A shaky exhale left your lips. "Why do bad things always happen to good people?"

The room was silent after your question, the only sounds being his heart monitor and the shuffling of the hospital outside. The beeping felt like a taunt, a reminder that Aaron's life hung in the balance, that he could've died.

It made you realize that you weren't specific enough. What you really meant was, why did bad things always happen to him?

Aaron Hotchner. The leader. The father. A good man. The best man you'd ever met.

The man you'd fallen in love with.

When he responded, you could hear the despair in his voice, like he had the same questions.

But for once, he didn't have the answers.

"I don't know."

—

You didn't have to knock on Aaron's door long before he was opening it, having expected you. You grinned, holding up the brown bags in your hands. "I come bearing gifts. Chinese."

"You're a godsend," he praised, undoing his house alarm. You had helped him install it when he got out of the hospital, no questions asked.

While he did that, you placed the food on the table, going to grab some plates and drinks. This was the rhythm you'd settled into, a routine. You came over every other night under the guise of updating him with your cases, but really, it was a lot more than that for you.

You hoped it was for him, too.

You always brought food. Sometimes, he even cooked (it was edible). It was your way of making sure he ate.

You never talked about what happened. He never talked about Haley or Jack, even though you knew they were the only thing on his mind. You talked about work, and the weather, and what movies you were gonna be watching after dinner, but never anything that mattered.

You didn't need to. This, being here, mattered. You didn't need anything more than that.

You just wanted him to know he wasn't alone. No matter what happened, you'd always be there for him. This was your way of showing that.

After watching a movie you didn't pay much attention to, you stood at the door, shrugging on your coat. You were just about to leave when his hand enveloped your wrist, making you turn around.

Curiously, you stared up at him. "Hotch?" Your voice was soft, the kind of soft that came with fragile things. Fragile. Delicate. Valuable.

Aaron opened his mouth and then closed it again, looking like he knew exactly what he wanted to say without knowing how to say it. He could command a room with quiet confidence, negotiate with the most unstable unsubs and power-hungry police chiefs, and give a profile like no one you'd ever met. But when it came to his own emotions, he was at a loss for words.

You weren't used to seeing that. There was something about it. You didn't like watching him struggle, but some part of you was satisfied that you could make him pause. It made you think that, maybe, he thought about you the same way you thought about him.

Just maybe.

When he seemed to collect his thoughts, he spoke. "Thank you." He didn't take his eyes off you, making sure you knew how earnest he was.

Your breath got caught in your throat. The weight of his gaze told you everything else he wasn't saying. How this wasn't just a thank you for the food or the DVD. This was a thank you for everything.

But, in your eyes, he had nothing to thank you for.

So you smiled and said, "Don't mention it."

And you hoped he knew how earnest you were, too.

—

You awoke to loud pounding on your door. You remained motionless, hoping the person would get bored and go away, but the knocking persisted.

Glancing at your alarm clock, you groaned. It was far too early for anyone to be visiting you. Today, any time would be too early. But the knocking only continued, so with another groan, you rolled out of bed, throwing on a sweater in a hassle as you yelled, "I'm coming!"

You muttered curses to yourself all the way to the door, hastily unlocking it. When you finally threw it open, you were ready to give someone a piece of your mind, only to bet met with who you were least expecting.

Your mouth fell open slightly, all your curses dying on your tongue. And like you'd been doused in water, you suddenly felt wide awake.

On the other side of the threshold, Derek Morgan gave you a soft smile, his expression light while his eyes carried all the heavy things you thought you left at the BAU.

Now, all those things were at your doorstep.

"Hi, princess." He paused. "We have to talk."

—

You would've thought that, after all your time in the BAU, you would've gotten used to hospitals.

Apparently not.

As your eyelids fluttered open, you were disoriented, instantly closing them again at the sheer bright lights. The sound of feet shuffling came to your ears, followed by a flicking sound.

When you opened your eyes again, the lights were off, and Derek Morgan stood in front of you. He gave you his classic smile, but for some reason, it looked a little tighter than usual, a little bit harder to conceive.

What had happened? Why did he look so sad? Was he okay?

"D-Derek?" you croaked, interrupted by a cough.

Quick on his feet, he was soon passing you a glass of water, guiding the straw into your mouth. "Easy there, easy. There you go." He was tending to you like you were a sick child. You weren't sick. You weren't a child.

What happened? Why was he taking care of you? Why did you need to be taken care of?

When he removed the straw from your mouth, you repeated your question. "Derek, what's wrong?"

He looked like he didn't want to answer you. Instead, he countered, "Y/N, do you remember what happened?"

As if his question singlehandedly opened pandora's box, pain suddenly radiated from your lower body, aching all over.

Your brain caught up with your body, and then the pain intensified.

You shakily exhaled. "Yes."

Derek exhaled, too, but his looked more like relief than anything. Relief that he wouldn't have to explain this to you. Relief that he wouldn't have to say the words out loud.

"You were in surgery for a while," he said. "Yesterday night. The doctors say you'll make a speedy recovery."

You didn't respond.

"Garcia's still flying in. She won't believe anything I say until she sees it with her own eyes," he lightly chuckled. But his tone was heavy. No jokes could erase that. "The others'll be on their way back when they wake up. I told 'em you were in good hands."

You wanted to laugh. You tried. The only thing that left your mouth was a sob.

Derek was immediately at your side, cradling your head into his chest, letting your tears soak his shirt and not saying a single word about any of it. You wanted that to make it feel better, but you just felt empty.

Like there were holes in your body.

—

You sat on your couch, wrapped in a warm blanket as Derek rummaged through your cupboards, looking for something to give that was fit for human consumption. You would've been a good host and offered him tea, but he already had a pot on the stove.

He said you looked like you hadn't eaten. You didn't deny it.

"Everything in your fridge is expired, so I ordered us some breakfast from that place downtown," he informed you, setting down two mugs of tea on the coffee table and taking a seat in the armchair across from you.

You watched the steam twirl into the air, nodding blankly.

Derek sighed. "Kid, I'm worried about you."

You sighed back in response. "I'm fine." The words came out harsher than intended.

Derek's eyes softened. "You quit your job, Y/N. You love the BAU."

Love. Loved. You shook your head, lightly scoffing through your nose. For the first time in a while, you were honest. "I love the BAU when it isn't taking everything away from me." You could count the things this job had taken from you on two hands too many, turning your reflection into a stranger.

It made you wonder what you'd do without it.

Derek's eyes didn't meet yours, looking down at the floor instead. The room went quiet. You could hear the cars outside, the rest of the world moving on while you stayed right where you were, stagnant.

Right now, you were in your apartment. Your feet were touching your hardwood floor. Your fingers played with a loose string on your blanket. Derek sat across from you. Your body was here.

But in reality, your mind was stuck in that house. Stuck walking into a trap with Morgan right behind you.

"I'm sorry."

At his sudden words, you looked up. His eyes locked with yours. You didn't know how long it'd been that you'd sat in silence, but you certainly didn't expect it to be broken with those words.

You furrowed your brows. "What?"

Despite the long period of quietness that came before, he didn't stay quiet now. He didn't even look like he had to think about what he was saying—almost like he'd thought it all a thousand times before. "Y/N, I'm sorry that you're in pain. And if I could switch places with you, I would— in a heartbeat." He leaned forward in his chair. "There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about what happened. About how I left you alone." His voice tightened up. "But Y/N, I swear to you, if you come back to the BAU, I won't ever leave you alone like that again."

Strong conviction laced his voice, like he was under oath. For a moment, you were confused by what he was saying. He never left you alone— oh.

Oh.

Tears welled up in your eyes. "Derek—" your voice cracked. Oh, you felt terrible. So, so terrible.

How long had one of your best friends blamed himself for something he had no control over? How long had this slipped past you?

You were supposed to be one of the best profilers in the nation.

But right now, you just felt terrible.

"Derek, I never blamed you." A tear slid down your cheek against your wishes. "This isn't your fault. It never was."

Your vision was so blurry that you didn't see him crying, but you did see him wipe at his eyes. That made you get up, and he met you in the middle, wrapping his arms around you and engulfing you in his embrace.

In his arms, you cried freely, just like that morning in the hospital. You cried for all the things you pretended not to cry about. For all the things you lost. The things you didn't see. The person you were. The person you could've been.

"I'll never leave you alone again, you hear me, kid?" Derek hugged you tighter through his muffled words, making sure you didn't just hear them but that you felt them. "We're family."

Family.

You hugged him back just as tight. If you lost everything, you still had that. You might have lost yourself, but your family was right there, shining a light in the darkness, looking for you.

You prayed they'd find you.

—

When Morgan left, it was dark out. He only left after a lot of crying and even more food, but you felt different. Reminded of what you still had.

You weren't okay. Nothing was okay. But you wanted to things to be able to get better. You didn't just want to give up and walk away from it everything. You built a life at the BAU with people you loved. Maybe there was one person you even loved too much.

God, he hurt you. He hurt you in irreversible ways, leaving you out in the cold multiple times, begging for him to see you just for him to turn away.

And you knew he cared about you. No one acted the way he did without caring. Sometimes, you thought Aaron Hotchner cared too much, masking it behind a wall of indifference.

Before all this happened, you were allowed behind the wall. He showed you the man he hid from others. You fell in love with that man. You missed him.

You just wanted to go back to those versions of yourself. The Y/N who would make a stupid joke late at night and the Aaron who would be too tired to pretend not to smile.

But Hotch wanted to talk about it. Aaron did, too, but it was mostly Hotch. A different version of him that was too concerned, too focused on drilling the truth out of you.

Could you give it to him? There was a time when you would've given him anything; all he had to do was ask. Now, you weren't so sure. There were certain parts of yourself you couldn't just hand out, certain things you wanted to keep for you and you alone.

You had already given up so much. You already gave your heart to Aaron Hotchner once, and he discarded it. Who was to say this time would be any different?

No. You couldn't give him everything.

But you'd give him something.

—

You found the route to Hotch's apartment the same way you did time and time before, like a dance you still knew the steps to. You knew when to turn right and when to turn left, when to keep going straight and when to stop. Nothing about this was unfamiliar.

Aaron Hotchner was once the most familiar person you'd ever known.

But you knew things were different.

Even though the elevator up to his floor hadn't changed and he still had the same mat outside his door, you knew that you weren't the same. You had changed. You weren't familiar anymore.

And so, when he opened the door and his brows raised up to his hairline, you understood the surprise. You didn't just do this—you didn't just show up at his apartment unannounced, not anymore.

His lips parted. You weren't sure if he was going to speak or if he was just in shock. You spoke first regardless.

"I, um," you wrung your hands together, "I don't have food this time." A nervous smile lit up your face, no less nervous than your first time in his office. Maybe more nervous this time. Maybe you hid it better back then.

And maybe he could hide his emotions better back then, too. The shock on his face didn't clear until after you had spoken. He blinked, then opened his door wider. "Please."

A small thank you left your lips as you walked in, crossing the threshold into a world you knew you wouldn't be able to leave again.

The apartment looked like it hadn't changed at all. The only thing that caught your eye were the toys splayed out on the living room floor.

Your heart spiked, but as if Hotch could read your mind, he said, "Jack is asleep."

Glad you weren't interrupting anything, the tension in your shoulders was released. You wondered if that's what he saw: visual cues that indicated your mental state. Was it mind reading or behaviour?

Was he a profiler, or did he just know you as well as you both thought he did?

You couldn't really tell anymore.

"Would you like something to drink?" he queried.

"No, I uh..." this was small talk. You weren't here for this; you didn't even know what you were here for, but it was for more than this.

Whatever you were here for, you had to figure it out before you lost your nerve.

You turned around, finding him right behind you. You inhaled a sharp breath. The last time he was this close to you—

"You hurt me, Hotch." The words tumbled out of your mouth before you even had the time to filter them. You watched his face fall. You continued, anyway. "You hurt me when you left me alone that night. And I— I can't fault you for rejection. But you left me all over again when I— when I needed you."

"Y/N." He took a step closer.

You took a step back.

"I needed you. I really, really needed you." Tears built in your eyes. "But you weren't there." You wiped away the tears in your eyes before they could fall, refusing to cry. "And then you have me go on the record to talk about the most horrible experience of my life, and suspend me when you don't get what you want. Like I'm just some rookie agent."

Unlike the previous conversations you'd had, Aaron didn't say anything to his defense. He stood there, unmoving, letting you say what you needed to say. You were equal parts grateful and equal parts angry. Exasperated.

You wanted him to say something. You wanted to know if it was really all in your head, if it really happened or if you imagined it. "Is that—" you faltered, "is that all I am to you, Hotch? Just an agent? Did I ever—" you swallowed, "did I ever mean anything to you?"

"Yes." His response was rapid, his eyes narrowing as if he was insulted by the question. As if he was shocked you could ever think otherwise. He took a step closer to you, and this time, you didn't step back. "If I have ever made you feel like you are 'just an agent,' then I sincerely apologize." He paused, his eyes boring into yours. "Y/N, you are one of the most qualified and accomplished agents I have ever met, let alone had the pleasure of working with. And I can say with absolute certainty that you are one of the best people I have ever known. You are beautiful, inside and out, and full of so much light that you have brightened every room you've walked into." His words reverberated through the quiet room, soaking into your bones and into every fibre of your being. "So, if I've pressured you since your return, it is because I am worried."

Your breath hitched as he took another step closer. "I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry for leaving you alone that night and every other night afterward. I was—" he took a breath, looking down briefly. When his eyes met yours again, they were just as honest. Brave. Afraid. "I was terrified I'd lose you. That I would ruin what we had. And then I was scared for what happened to you. Too afraid to look you in the eye after I made a decision that almost cost you your life. By the time you got back to the BAU, my fear wasn't just losing you physically. It was losing you. Your heart. Your spirit. All the things I love about you."

Your heart might've stopped then and there. After a few seconds, you echoed, "Love?"

Aaron didn't back down or retract what he said. He nodded, like he was confirming it you and to himself. "Yes."

There were words he wasn't saying; you understood that. There were words you weren't saying, either.

But you knew what it meant for things to go unsaid. People blamed themselves. People crumbled. They said things they didn't mean to compensate for what they weren't saying. They were crushed under the weight of it all.

You didn't want that to happen anymore.

You took a step back, not because you were stepping away from the conversation, but because you were stepping into it. You nodded toward the couch. "Let's have that talk."

Aaron's eyes flooded with relief. You both made your way to his couch and sat down.

And then you talked until the sun came up.

—

Your talk with Aaron wasn't easy. And despite your best promises to yourself, you still ended up crying, anyway.

You weren't naïve. That may have been the first conversation you had, but it wouldn't be the last. There was still so much you had to talk about, so much you had to work through, but you had the time to do it.

Your suspension was lifted, but you didn't return to the BAU. At least, not right away. You decided not to throw yourself back into it, to let yourself find your footing first and process everything you tried to shove down.

Every member of the team supported you, and you knew there was a spot waiting for you when you were ready. Garcia had reassured you there were issues with your resignation, anyway (which you knew was undoubtedly her doing). You thanked her for her troubles.

She visited you often while you were home alone, updating you on the team's shenanigans. And Rossi visited you with enough food to feed a shelter, rendering it pointless to go grocery shopping at all. You accused him of spoiling you. He retorted that he could cook for the whole team if he wanted to.

And that's how you ended up where you were, underneath the fairy lights in his backyard as Reid summarized Greek mythology to you.

Gesturing his hands in the air, he explained, "No, actually— although thought to be, Apollo is not the sun god. Helios is. Helios is meant to be a personification of the sun—the sun in human form. But Apollo is god of the sun—an important distinction in categorization. He's not the sun, but he's not supposed to be. He just has sunlike features, and— I'm sorry. I'm rambling, aren't I?"

He looked sheepish, but you were leaning forward in your seat. "No, not at all." You gave him a reassuring smile. "Please, keep going."

Spencer's eyes lit up, and he went on, "Well, Apollo has many more characteristics that make him an interesting god to look at it, like his love of truth, music, poetry, healing, and..."

As he continued, you couldn't help but connect what he was talking about to yourself.

He's not the sun.

But he's not supposed to be.

Inadvertently, you realized what you'd been trying to learn for so long. The answer was right in front of you the whole time, but now, you finally understood it.

You kept trying to be this person that didn't exist. The sun. A work of fiction. But you couldn't be that. The sun wasn't up all the time. It wasn't always bright. It was impossible to be light at every waking moment. The light didn't define Apollo, and it didn't define you.

No, you realized. You weren't the sun.

You were so much more than that.

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hedwig221b · 3 months ago

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DESPERATE

sterek | 12k | E | ao3

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Derek , Omega Stiles , Werewolf Derek, Possessive Derek, Stiles Has Self-Esteem Issues, Size Difference, University, Age Difference, It's ten years but still, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg, birth control tampering, Baby Trapping, derek baby traps stiles but stiles is into it!!!!, he's not aware but he's into it, Smut, Knotting, Derek is VERY possessive, Consensual Somnophilia, Breeding Kink

Summary: Derek understood perfectly well how young Stiles was. Just how many times did he stop himself from digging his teeth into that lovely neck to claim him?

Maybe, next time he shouldn’t.

The thought, wild and sudden, came to him, and once it did, there was nothing he could do to get rid of it. If he got Stiles pregnant, then the omega would be his. Fully his. They would be bound for life. Stiles wouldn’t refuse the mating bite, then.

Stiles was his omega. Derek would do anything to keep him.

Anything.

for @salty-fryingpan

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malereadermaniac · 11 days ago

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૮ • ﻌ - ა Jocks n Straps - Jock Studio Guys x Male Reader

Word Count: 9k

Plot: Dating & Smut headcannons with Ace, Derek, Bryce, Zayne, Yuuto, Leo, Avan - 'dating' doesn't mean sfw!! (;¬_¬)

Featuring: Top!Characters x Bottom!Reader

Note: Pls bear in mind that the game isn't out yet, I have no clue if my characterisations of these guys will be accurate or not! Also - each scenario is separate! Reader's sport is track!

Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Derek Kingsfield ~ dating

Dating the quarterback of Olympus was not for the weak! At least it wasn't meant to be; but Derek made sure that it was as easy as possible for you. You first met the giant hunk-of-a-man on the track. Derek and his rugby friends were hanging out by the track n field section of Olympus, and the redhead couldn't take his eyes off of you for a solid three hours while you practiced. To be fair, you were not only one of the star runners of the track team, and not only fucking attractive, but Derek also found your personality super magnetic! You were so kind to your fellow runners; offering them water and checking on them, even offering the freshmen an early finish 'cause the sun was especially hot that day. So, Derek went up and talked to you; a perfectly normal reaction to finding someone attractive, for a six-foot-something hunk that's never been rejected before! "You're a really good runner, I can see why you're ranked second even as a sophomore" Derek commented "Haha thanks! I've been running since I was a kid so ya know. You're one to talk mr Quarterback-since-freshman-year" You reply charismatically "Oh so you know of me?" Derek smirks

And that was it. The two of you hit it off immediately! Though it did take a while for the two of you to actually become exclusive, you thoroughly enjoyed every moment of the talking and dating stage! Derek quickly added you on all of his socials and started talking to you whenever he could; something you definitely wouldn't expect from the inanely popular quarterback! Though you got along with Derek, you didn't expect him to actively show interest in you; it was a nice change from some guys who expected you to put in all the effort! You quickly learnt a lot about Derek and vice versa; you two would text throughout the entire day and late into the night. It was like you two had known each other for ages! And the more you two learnt about each other, the more you liked each other. You liked how Derek was built like a douchey, bulked-out man, but was, in fact, one of the nicest and most caring guys you'd met. The redhead was the dictionary definition of a gentle giant! Derek also liked you more and more, the more he got to know you. He liked how passionate you were about your sport, but how you were equally passionate about things you valued in your life; you cared deeply about your friends, you cared about your education at Olympus, and you cared about Derek despite not knowing him for that long! You'd check on the redhead after games and offer to help him out with uni work (even though you probably didn't know the answers, but it was the thought that counts); everything about you, and everything you did, just made Derek more attracted to you!

So once the two of you made it official, you immediately became a well-known couple on campus; the ideal relationship, just two partners who truly loved each other! You two were always supporting each other at big events and even during small practices. Everyday you learn something about Derek that subverts the stereotypes you held about him. You didn't expect the muscular quarterback to have a geeky side which watches starwars everynight! And you didn't expect Derek's biggest red flag to be putting your feelings before his! You've had to have serious talks with him about not bottling up his feelings to make you happy. You have also had some serious discussions about your relationship, he's in his final year after all! Derek's getting ready to graduate and go pro whilst you're still gonna be stuck at Olympus training! But trust me, Derek is far more distraught about this than you are! Your gentle giant boyfriend has shed tears at the thought of being so separate from you, and he's even felt physically ill when you even suggested that he'd want to break up with you to fully experience his life! He just cares about you so much!

Derek Kingsfield ~ nsfw

To your surprise, Derek had a secret career in porn; he was known as 'The King'~ Your boyfriend was very shy to tell you at first; ashamed and sad that there are many videos out there of him having sex with other men that weren't you! But Derek didn't wanna lie to you about it! He was so torn over this that it was even affecting his plays on the field! You of course noticed this and just asked him straight up. But to Derek's surprise, you didn't mind as much as he thought you would! "I mean it feels a little weird... But if anything I guess it's kinda hot" Holy shit Derek got hard when you said that.

'The King' was very mean and dominant in all of his videos, but as you already know, Derek is quite the opposite - again, a gentle giant. That being said, just because Derek cares about you and checks in on you, that does not mean that he isn't a fucking sex god! Obviously, your boyfriend is incredibly attractive; six foot something, incredibly muscular, proportionate, tits and ass the size of Texas, broad shoulders and back, huge, manly hands, etcetera etcetera. But his skill in bed needs to be scientifically studied! His time in porn definitely taught him a couple of tricks! The man knows foreplay like the back of his hand; fingering you not only to loosen you but also making you cum before he even gets his dick inside! The hunky quarterback ensures that he gives attention to all the spots you like; biting your nipples, sucking on your neck, kissing you on the lips, jerking you off slowly and softly as his fingers curl directly into your prostate. Derek just knows exactly how to get you off!

Derek fucking loves it when you suck him off too! The size difference between his huge, muscular thighs and your smaller body; and of course the size difference between his monster of a cock and your cute face in comparison! Holy shit it just riles Derek up so much! Speaking of his dick, your boyfriend's cock is definitely one of the biggest on campus! That thing is not only over 7 iches, but it's thick and veiny too! His foreskin is somehow loose when Derek is flaccid, but when the redhead is fully hard, his dick head is so thick that his foreskin struggles to keep it in! His balls are thick and hang low, and Derek's pubes are a thick forest of deep red. Also, 'cause of how physical rugby is, after a game Derek's dick stinksssss of just straight-up MAN; seriously, his musky crotch has made you get hard within seconds many a time!

Derek is also super open to fucking however you want to! Want him to go slow and guide you through it? He's fucking you slowly in missionary as he makes out with you and jerks you off to the pace of his thrusts. Want your boyfriend to get dominant? The quarterback has you in a mating press, calling you names and spitting on your whilst he fucks you at a pace which shouldn't be humanly possible. But no matter how he fucks you, Derek is always giving you top-tier aftercare. It doesn't matter if he treated you like you were made out of glass, or out of rubber! Derek insisted on cleaning you up, apologising profusely 'if he went too hard', and cuddling you until you both fall asleep. But what you love most is giving Derek aftercare! Truthfully, he's never received it before, and he told you this the first time you offered it to him! You were shocked; big, hunky boys need aftercare too!! So when you let the giant man lay on your chest as you stroked his hair and showered him with praise and assurance, Derek almost started crying.

Kinks: Derek has a huge thing for fucking in sports gear! He just finds it so hot when you worship his cock through his jockstrap, or when you kiss him through his helmet. And holy shit does it make him hard when you put on his much bigger rugby top and practically drown in it. Size difference is another thing that just turns your boyfriend on. Derek just fucking loves how you can physically tell that he can protect you and care for you! And despite his ego never controlling his actions, it sure does feel good when you inflate his ego by commenting on how big, or muscular, or tall, or strong he is; especially if the 'big' comment is made towards his dick! (KIND OF) EXTREME KINK WARNING Another notable kink of Derek's is fisting. Just look at those line tattoos around the circumference of his massive bicep! He's had the tattoo since his days as 'The King'; the porn company paid for it, and gave him a huge raise for doing some fisting porn! And at some point, Derek started finding it really hot! He knows it's a bit extreme, and he was also way too embarrassed to tell you about it at first, but when you asked him about those videos he had to come clean! And thank god he did tell you about his fisting kink, cause the shit you let him do? The memories of those experiences are the only ones he can finish to when he jerks off!

Zayne Alexander ~ dating

You knew of Zayne since your first day at Olympus. He's practically a celebrity on campus and has the fangirls to prove it! But your first interaction with him was one that some people would die for. Zayne was used to the constant attention, but after a particularly tiring practice, he couldn't be bothered to deal with his crazy fans. Unfortunately (fortunately) for you, you were the only person in the vicinity who wasn't fawning over the ace basketballer of Olympus. You were literally just chilling on your phone waiting for one of your friends on the basketball team, and the next thing you know, Zayne's thumb is tilting your chin up from your phone and his lips are on yours! After a (suspiciously) long kiss, Zayne pays you no attention and turns around to his fans, shouting: "Sorry girls! Can't spend too much time with ya! I'm a taken man now~" Huh? The next, next thing you know, every single female student on campus fucking hates you! Great! "Dude! What the fuck?" You say after all of Zayne's fans disperse, but the star baller forgot you were still there! "Oh? No one's ever complained about kissing Olympus' star baller" Zayne says smugly, but when his pulling rank didn't work on you, his interest was piqued.

Cliche, but you couldn't care less about Zayne's celebrity status; and (cliche again!) that caught his interest. In fact, you actively disliked the man! He was a stereotypical playboy jock; he was rich, popular and suffered from a serious case of affluenza! You could see right through Zayne; you could tell that his confidence was an act and that he was constantly desperate for something new, a new, thrilling experience. You just didn't know that the new, thrilling experience Zayne had set his eyes on, was you.

Over the course of a year, Zayne had made it his mission to get you to fall for him; not because he liked you, but because he liked the challenge. He was ready to lead you on like all his other fans and conquests. But nothing fucking worked! Pulling rank? You couldn't care less that he was a star basketballer. Flirting with you? It grossed you out how hard he was trying; and how full of himself he seemed. Showing off his strength, body, or wealth? It icked you out. Nothing was working on you and it frustrated Zayne. Like a lot. So much so that his rich, confident act crumpled. You woke up one night to your phone getting spam-called by a drunk Zayne after one of Bryce's parties. The dark-skinned man was at your dorm, drunk and shouting for you. After getting him to shut up by letting him inside, Zayne word-vomited all of his thoughts; thoughts about how frustrated he was that you weren't falling for him, thoughts about how he didn't know why he wanted you to like him so bad, thoughts about how frustrated he felt at this pressure put on him to be this confident star player. And somehow, out of all of the tricks Zayne pulled to try and get you to fall for him; this moment worked best. You got to see the real Zayne, and that felt like a breath of fresh air. You could tolerate him like this; for some reason, your heart beat a little faster when he was like this around you.

Zayne realised after that night that he could let his walls down around you; he was expecting you to let people know about how much of a phoney he was, but when his reputation didn't crumble overnight, Zayne realised that he could trust you. Trust you in a way that he couldn't even his closest friends. And that made him actually fall for you... But the muscular baller knew that his usual tricks didn't work on you. So Zayne kept being his real self with you; and that most definitely worked. 'Cause the two of you were actually dating not even three months later!

Dating Zayne came with its challenges. His fans were actually a problem. You would receive daily hate messages from anonymous accounts. But one post from Zayne solved that problem. And though that was the bare minimum, it made you fall for Zayne even more; 'cause you knew that before you, Zayne wouldn't have done that for anyone else. And even though you were icked out by his rich-boy act, you couldn't deny that you seriously enjoyed getting spoiled rotten by your boyfriend!

Zayne Alexander ~ nsfw

In all of his past relationships, Zayne was a sex-first kinda guy. He never really loved his partners, but he definitely enjoyed the sex! But with you, he actively didn't want that to be the case. Zayne fucking loved you and he didn't want to ruin things with you by making you feel like all he wanted from you was sex! So it took a while for the two of you to actually go all the way. But holy shit, when you two finally fucked? Earth-shattering. Obviously, Zayne has plenty of experience with both men and women, but you didn't expect him to care so much about your pleasure! Before you could even offer to suck his dick, Zayne was on his knees willing to suck yours! And holy fuck did he know what he was doing; you watched as your boyfriends muscular, broad back flexed as his head bobbed up and down on your dick, his tongue circling around your head as his man-bun bounced slowly came undone. Zayne was also very quick to get his long, masculine fingers inside of you; getting your guard down with his mouth on your cock and sliding his wet fingers inside of you with seconds!

The tall, dark man loves to fuck you up against walls and fucking loves to get loud. Zayne just likes to express the pleasure he's feeling through sound! So every time you two fuck, the walls of the room practically shake from the loud grunts and moans which escape your boyfriend's throat. But Zayne also loves it when you get loud! Like 50% of his pleasure during sex is from his ego, so when you become a moaning, whimpering, crying mess from his dick? His ego gets 10x bigger (somehow) and just turns Zayne the fuck on!

His dick is usually the culprit when it comes to making you loud. BBC is an understatement. Zayne is fucking huge. It hurts! The poor guy will loosen you for a whole hour and you'll still need like ten whole minutes to adjust to his length and girth or else you will cry. But for you, Zayne preps you right and is happy to wait; he can't say he did the same for his past partners though... His dick is also a little veiny but not that much. The most notable characteristic of your boyfriend's dick is his Prince Andrew piercing! You can't say you didn't expect him to have one; Zayne is a crazy thrill seeker so of course his dick is pierced along with his ears! It's fully healed so Zayne doesn't always keep it in; 'it's annoying to clean' as he says. But the muscular man noticed your affinity for it, so Zayne puts it in more often.

Kinks: Again, your affluenza-suffering boyfriend is a text-book thrill-seeker; so it makes sense that Zayne would be a total exhibitionist! Your popular boyfriend just gets so fucking turned on by the idea of getting caught fucking your brains out and word spreading around campus about it. He's so into it that Zayne has convinced you to fuck in public places on multiple different occasions; to the point that it's become weekly!! This man has fucked you against public toilet cubicle doors, he's fucking you full Nelson in the basketball changing rooms, and you two have even fucked on an aeroplane when the ace was called for an away game... But reality does hit Zayne when you two almost get caught (which happens less often than you'd think). If someone ever almost walks in on you two, Zayne comes back to reality real quick; pulling out and dressing you. You have taken note that Zayne never goes to cover himself up first though; even in moments of panic, he thinks of you first... Worship is another huuuuuuge kink of Zayne's! Whilst his playboy persona is partially an act, his ego still controls him; so of course, watching you worship and appreciate his body and marvel at his beauty turns him on! Zayne loves to watch you as you lick and kiss his muscular back, his shoulders, his huge, long biceps, his thick thighs, his thick ass, and most definitely his cock; holy shit does Zayne love it when you admire his huge dick and comment on how huge he his.

Bryce Callahan ~ dating

*CRASH* You weren't exactly sure what you'd bumped into, but you knew that it was nice n soft. You were late for your track meet, something you'd never been as one of the top runners at Olympus. And as one of the top runners, you were going at lightning speed; so much so that you blinked and you had crashing into something. Or rather, someone... Bryce Callahan. You knew of the ginger wrestler and he knew of you. By your first month at Olympus, you two knew of each other; both having quickly gained reputations and popularity, although for very different reasons. You had been out and proud about your sexuality since your first day, and if anything that gained you some brownie points. But in general, everyone just naturally loves you; you're nice to everyone no matter if you know them or not, and you just have this confidence and aura around you that draws people in. Bryce on the other hand is your stereotypical asshole jock, but he quickly gained popularity not just because of his looks but also because of the parties he throws. It's at said parties that Bryce has noticed you before. He'd heard of you before, with some guys on his team and that he hangs with talking about you and how they'd 'hit that'. But seeing you at parties, he kind of got it. Bryce understood why you were just as popular as him, if not more popular; you were objectively attractive, but damn why were you so magnetic? But back to whatever it was you crashed into. It was soft, so you assumed it had to be a person. But, as you peeled yourself off of whoever you had smashed your face into, you heard the person make a comment "Bro what the fuck?! You that fuckin' desperate to cop a feel?" You quickly noticed that your impact had been softened by none other than Bryce; more specifically by the muscular giant's huge pecs.

A short spout of bickering took place between the two of you after that comment; all of Bryce's remarks having slightly homophobic undertones. But when you saw the track team start practice, you gave up on the little argument you were having with the ginger; who obviously claimed that he won the argument and that you 'backed down'. And that pretty much summarises your relationship with the wrestler. You didn't like Bryce; he was an abrasive and douchey 'alpha male' who clearly had some homophobic tendencies. Bryce didn't like you; you were a gay guy who acted as flamboyant as you wanted to if that's how you felt. But if Bryce didn't like you, why was he blushing all throughout your interaction? Why were his heart and mind racing even hours after his first interaction with you? Why couldn't he force his eyes off of your ass as you hurried away to your track meet? 'fuck off I ain't gay. Just stop thinkin' you idiot' Bryce repeated over and over in his head, trying his best to deny the pounding warmth he felt in his chest.

It was only after this fated first interaction between the two of you, that you and Bryce began really noticing each other; especially since you two kept running into each other no matter where you were, though it was mostly at parties. It would always go the same: the two of you would bump into each other, Bryce would make a comment about you, and you would retort with a wittier comment which would make the ginger short-circuit. You quickly gathered that the wrestler wasn't a fan of gay people, so you figured you could get a kick out of the hunk's bigotry by adding in compliments and blatant flirtations throughout your bickers. "That the best you could come up with, handsome?" "You're lucky you're hot, 'cause holy shit are you dumb" "Awww just couldn't stay away from me tonight could you?" Comments along those lines would always result in Bryce stuttering and flushing a dusty pink; his snide comments halting, which meant you won the argument.

However, this routine changed over time. You noticed that Bryce remained outspoken and douchey around his bros; but as the night progressed and the alcohol kept flowing, the beefy man's demeanour would change. Instead of one interaction between the two of you per night, it changed to two. The first remained the same as always; Bryce would come up to you (subconsciously trying to find you at every party) and the two of you would have a squawking match. But a second interaction between the two of you also became routine; one which was only due to Bryce's affinity for drinking (alcoholism). During the latter half of the party, the more laid-back and less hype half, a drunk Bryce would make his way over to you. And for a solid hour or two, the intoxicated wrestler would blatantly flirt with you. At first, you assumed that the homophobe was taking the piss out of you and joking around; but you quickly realised that this wasn't the case. And so, the only reaction you could provide the man with every single time he would drunkenly compliment and flirt with you was a chuckle and a smile. 'He's such a closeted cunt' was all you could think throughout his inebriated advances. A small part of you felt bad for Bryce, but his sober, homophobic actions and comments hushed that sympathetic part of you. But as more and more nights go past and you attend more and more parties, that sympathetic part of you grows louder. 'Poor guy is so deep in the closet' you would think as Bryce's flushed face looks down towards you. His massive body caged you against a wall, the drink in your hand was the only thing dividing the two of you. And as compliments of your looks and personality fall off of Bryce's tongue, his half-lidded eyes looking down into yours, all you can do is feel bad for the ginger; having noticed that he'd sobered up a while ago but didn't want to part from you. Bryce's words had stopped slurring, the flush on his face was no longer from the alcohol but rather from his proximity to you, and his eyes were no longer half-lidded due to fatigue but rather due to want and need. 'What the fuck am I doing?! This is pathetic. I'm not... gay! But I don't want to stop'

But these drunken-to-sober moments weren't enough for Bryce to come to terms with the raging storm that was his inner battle with his sexuality. What did force the ginger to acknowledge his feelings though, was a moment at a tournament of his. Bryce was always nervous before matches desptie never letting that show. But that day especially, nothing could calm him down. So as he stepped out into the ring and looked around, the wrestler caught himself scanning the crowd for your face. Shit. Why was he doing that? 'For fucks sake get a grip, you ain't gay!' The ginger thought, but his thoughts were quickly silenced. All of his thoughts were silenced when he saw your face in the crowd. Not just his self-deprecating thoughts, but all of his worries had been drowned out by his heartbeat. Fuck. He liked you. He couldn't even deny it anymore. The smile you shot him really sealed the deal though; Bryce's face flushing when his eyes made contact with yours.

Bryce was stressed out that he had to work through all of this uncovered information; he had buried all thoughts about his sexuality early on in his life. However, what Bryce didn't expect was that you'd be there for him through this. In fact, it was at the very next party the two of you were attending that you walked up to the wrestler; not caring that he was surrounded by his equally douchey bros. You asked to talk to Bryce in private and after a moment of shock, Bryce followed you to a secluded bedroom on the upper floors of whatever party house you were in; his bros making lewd comments and thrusting motions as the two of you walked away from them.

The room was surprisingly silent; only a faint sound of music from downstairs could be heard. And long story short, you gave Bryce a brief speech about you and your sexuality; how it took you a while to get as confident as you are in your queerness and that you thought other people would care a lot more than they actually did. You did this to try and create a safe space for Bryce; you didn't expect him to start crying right away... So after comforting the massive wrestler, holding him into your (much smaller) body and rubbing your hand over his huge back to soothe him, Bryce finally felt comfortable enough to start talking. He confided in you about everything. Bryce explained that his hate for you had changed over time. He knew he didn't hate you because you were gay. He hated you because you forced him to deal with this part of him. You forced him to deal with his inner turmoil for the better part of a year. But when you asked if he still hated you, the ginger's answer was no. No, Bryce couldn't hate you. Not when you were the only reason, outside of wrestling, that he would wake up in the morning. He didn't hate you. Rather, Bryce was jealous of you. "You're just as well known as me. You have an even bigger reputation to uphold. But you just don't care..! You don't let all that fuckin' social pressure affect you and that makes my heart burn! Why can't I just be like you?!" Bryce's eyes fill with tears again but they don't fall this time. Bryce also admitted that he doesn't find himself attractive in the slightest. You could tell since your first meeting that Bryce was insecure, but damn you didn't expect him to be that insecure. You try to uplift the man's spirits with a 'Hey! I find you hot...! I um, I guess' and all Bryce can reply with is a small chuckle, a smirk, and a 'thanks'.

Ever since that night, Bryce actively tried to change; coming to terms with his sexuality and working on his attitude. Your friendship with him blossomed, and after a couple months of witnessing Bryce's growth (and being bombarded with flirtations and date proposals), you gave the ginger wrestler a shot. And thank fuck you did. Dating Bryce is a rollercoaster for sure, but you enjoy every second of it! The difference between your boyfriend when he's around his bros and when he's around you is night and day! Bryce is such a little baby when you two are alone! Like fully asking for cuddles and to lay his head in your lap as you stroke his orange locks. It took him a while to be comfortable with the fact that the two of you were dating and that he was gay, but the first time Bryce responded to one of his bros comments with 'yeah he's my boyfriend. So what?'? You were so proud of your man that you let him hit it like craaaaaazyy! We're talking the sloppiest top and letting Bryce go to town on your ass. Bryce is still a party animal, so he'll still go to (and throw) ragers, but only if you're going to said party as well; which you usually do. But! The giant hunk will always make sure that he's less drunk than you are, in case he has to go back to his 'alpha male' personality in order to protect you. He just always feels this primal urge to be your protector and show you that he's the only man you'll ever need! On that same note, holy fucking shit does Bryce get JEALOUS. We're talking practically resource-guarding you whenever a guy even talks to you at a party! And god forbid the ginger goes to grab you a drink and some guy tries to make a move? Your muscular boyfriend is going full-on alpha bro and threatening to beat the shit out of whatever 'beta male' was chatting you up. He's like actually so fucking in love with you it's insane. INSANELY HOT!!

Bryce Callahan ~ nsfw

Your first time with Bryce was certainly something. Your boyfriend's a little on the dumb side, so you don't blame him for assuming sex with a man wouldn't be that different from sex with a woman. You did have a go at Bryce when he tried to shove his HUGE dick inside of you not only without prep but also without any lube! But despite being on the slower side, Bryce cared about you enough to learn quickly how to have gay sex. And holy shit once he did? 100/10 experience! He just knew exactly what to do! Knew how to use his huge, strong hands and how to move you about.

Now while you do love everything about your boyfriend, you can't deny that his body and looks are at least 50% of his sex appeal (the other half being his attitude during sex). Your man is a wrestler for god's sake! Look at his fucking body! His back is broad and built, his thighs are the same circumference as your waist, his hands and feet are massive, his ass is thick and bouncy, and his fucking biceps? Holy shit. Despite being hesitant at first when you asked him to put you in a headlock whilst fucking you, Bryce now does it every single time you two fuck 'cause it turns you on so much that you cum within a few seconds! Your moans getting so much louder and so much more raw; it turns Bryce on so much to know that he's getting you like that.

Bryce knows how to get you going too! Other than getting you in a headlock, the ginger knows that you in general have a thing for how much bigger and stronger he is than you; and trust, he fucking loves that too! Bryce loves how infatuated you are with his huge arms; he loves that you love his thick biceps. If he wants to fuck, all Bryce has to do is take his shirt off 'cause it's hot' and flex his arms as he puts them behind his head; not only showing off his BUILT arms but also his orange, bushy armpits. You're on your knees within seconds. Bryce has also ascertained that you have a huge thing for his massive, rough hands. You love how big they are and how calloused and rough they feel against your soft skin; trust and believe that Bryce is into that too! It just turns you on so much when Bryce is rocking your shit and his hands are roughly holding your hips, or gripping your plush asscheeks, or gripping your face and squishing your cheeks together.

Kinks: Bryce has a huuuuuuuuuuge breeding kink. Which is really weird cause whenever he's had sex with women, he's never even dared to cum inside; stressed about actually getting them pregnant. But with you? Bryce can let go and cum inside of you, shouting filthy comments like 'gonna fuckin knock you up, babe!', 'Wanna put a baby in ya sooooo badddd Hngggg~', and 'Shit- wanna start a family, baby?' whilst he's balls deep inside of you, teetering closer and closer to the edge. It must be that the comfort of knowing that you physically cannot get pregnant is always subconsciously there; so Bryce can fill you up with his hot, weirdly thick, jizz without a second thought!

Another thing that about Bryce is that he gets incredibly into it in the moment. The ginger gets like, really into sex. It makes sense that he was assigned to the House of Dionysus! And 'really into sex' specifically means getting borderline animalistic. Bryce will fuck you so wildly and so roughly that the wind sometimes gets knocked out of your lungs! However, this does mean that you can just lay there and take it! 'Cause Bryce is willing to put in all the effort; holding your hips up with a tight grip as he roughly pounds into you if you wanna go doggy. Or if you wanna do missionary, all you gotta do is wrap your arms around your boyfriend's neck and he'll do all the rest! Resting your legs on his muscular arms and making out with you as he drills his huge dick into you at a pace and force that shouldn't be humanly possible!

Another thing that your muscular boyfriend has a thing for is fake wrestling. He likes that your sport focuses on stamina over strength, 'cause that means Bryce can overpower you easily and put you in all sorts of lewd positions. The man feels so powerful when he forces a whine or whimper out of you when he puts you in a position that stretches you to your limit, and he loves to play innocent when he puts you in a leg hold that forces his huge, musky bulge into your face!

Shorter headcannons for the remaining characters!

Yuuto Nakajima ~ dating

You and Yuuto knew each other from your lectures; rather than having met due to your respective sports. The two of you quickly became close friends! Your personalities just worked together! The both of you shared a love for the subject you were both studying at Olympus but also your respective sports and other hobbies and interests; you two were just meant to be friends! Your friendship with Yuuto very quickly grew past lectures; with the hyperactive volleyball player visiting your dorm on the daily and the two of you hanging out and going out to town at least three times a week! You quickly realised that Yuuto was definitely sorted into the right house at Olympus; Artemis being the god of wild animals and nature couldn't be more perfect for the Ace volleyballer. Yuuto would constantly take you out to parks and forests, showing you the beauty of nature and how freeing it felt.

But a problem rapidly arose. You were slowly but surely falling for your friend. But who could blame you!? Yuuto is just so compassionate and empathetic towards everyone; especially towards you! And his whole thing about real men wearing pink? You're sold. You also literally could not deny how fucking hot Yuuto was! He's a solid six foot with tan skin and such a perfectly muscular yet lean build. His face was textbook attractive! And that toothy grin? You're ashamed to admit that you have jerked it multiple times to just Yuuto's looks alone!

However, you were unaware that this problem was actually not a problem at all. Because Yuuto was equally (if not more) head-over-heels for you! Yuuto loved how you matched him so well. He's incredibly energetic and has literally been diagnosed with ADHD but you can keep up with him. You don't mind his erratic topic shifts and topic loops in conversation, and you join him on his random-ass sidequests like it's a part of your daily routine. Most people have just called him annoying and moved on in the past so Yuuto masks like it's second nature; toning down his natural behaviours and almost faking his way through social situations. But with you, Yuuto feels like he can just be himself! Additionally, you're Yuuto's type to a tee. Like the man couldn't possibly find you more attractive than he already does! So it didn't really shock anyone to find out that by the end of freshman year, you and Yuuto were a couple! And it's been the best experience of your life so far! For real, Yuuto treats you like royalty; like you hung the moon and stars yourself. The two of you will never miss a sports event in which the other is participating. Yuuto is quite literally your biggest supporter; he's always on the sidelines screaming your name and compliments constantly fall off of his tongue after you win a race. You do the same for Yuuto though! You're your boyfriend's No.1 cheerleader! You watch the ace volleyballer like a hawk at his games whilst you cheer his name; and before each game, you promise him special rewards. Although these usually come back to bite you in the ass; once you promised him a round for every point he scored... He scored ten points in the first match alone.

Dates with Yuuto are pretty run-of-the-mill! Romantic settings and gestures. But your boyfriend's personal favourites are the dates where the two of you just spend time together at home; either watching films or cooking or just cuddling and chatting.

You both gifted each other a lucky trinket on your one-year anniversary. Yuuto gave you an expensive bracelet engraved with your initials and his (along with sweets and flowers). You gifted Yuuto a necklace with a pink crystal on it. You were upset that your gift was much less expensive and fancy than his, but Yuuto assured you that he loved it simply because it was a gift from you. And since then, Yuuto has only ever taken it off to shower~

Yuuto Nakajima ~ nsfw

Sex with Yuuto is fucking fun! It's just always so enjoyable. Your boyfriend is fucking wild in bed but in the best ways! He'll get so lost in pleasure that his eyes roll back and his tongue slips out of his mouth as he drills his 8-inch, slender dick into you. Yuuto's constantly grinning and smiling when the two of you fuck and it rubs off on you! He's just so happy and his ego swells so much 'cause he's the only man in the world that gets to have you!

Breeding kink? Yessir! Once again, the house of Artemis makes sense for Yuuto! God of childbirth sure does make sense for a guy who wants nothing more than to fill you up with multiple loads and watch your belly grow with his child~ But for real, make even the slightest mention of him 'breeding' you or 'knocking you up' and Yuuto is moaning, whining, and cumming.

Biting and marking is another big thing for your boyfriend! Yuuto has his possessive side and wants the world to know that you belong to him and that he belongs to you! After a night with him, your thighs, neck, chest, ass, and even your stomach are littered with lovebites and hickeys. But the same goes for Yuuto! You make good work of your boyfriend's neck and shoulders; especially when the man is pounding you into next week!

Leo Mendez ~ dating

You first met the ace of the Olympus soccer team at training. Most of football as a sport is cardio and running; so a lot of your track meets and training sessions were shared with the soccer team. You and Leo were almost immediately drawn to each other. You liked his cheerful and energetic personality; he had that boyish charm that a lot of the guys at Olympus lack, as they preferred to show themselves as macho men. Leo on the other hand was also very attracted to you very quickly. The blonde liked how you treated your teammates and even treated the soccer team as if they were family; and your looks also had the man head over heels... Leo just couldn't get enough of those trackstar legs and that ass?! Gah Damn!

Being a ball of sunshine who is worryingly optimistic, Leo didn't see why he shouldn't just straight up ask you out; he was into you, why wouldn't he act on that? A quick "Hey you wanna go out sometime? :)" text was shot your way and the two of you were already out at a cute little cafe in town! The whole talking and dating process came so naturally with Leo! The soccer star would blatantly flirt with you and compliment you on your looks, personality, and smarts; and it was anything but cringe! In fact, it was really fucking charming and refreshing!

Dating the the twunk was just as wholesome as you'd expect it to be! You and Leo shared cute moments every day you're together: You've had to wipe whipped cream off of Leo's nose when he too hastily drank his coffee You fix each other's messy hair after a game or race on the daily Leo will constantly trace shapes into your skin with his fingers; hearts, stars, you name it And the amount of times you two have bumped noses when kissing is too many to count!

Leo will also constantly compliment you. He's a charmer for sure! Your blonde footballer will flash you a toothy grin and when asked why he's smiling will reply with 'You're just so pretty' followed by a chuckle. Literally heart-melting shit. That being said, you also compliment and praise your boyfriend a lot! And his reactions are pure gold! Leo's tan face will just flush a dark pink at any compliments which fall off of your tongue, but the praise is what really gets him. Any positive comment of yours about his soccer skills or god forbid a mention of you being proud of him? He's hard. Full-on boner mid-field. -_-

Leo Mendez ~ nsfw

If you were to ask him, Leo would say he was verse. But in literally every single one of his past relationships, he's never been the top... So you can imagine how fucking ecstatic the man is when he learns that you prefer bottoming 'cause bro loves topping! Though one thing that the blonde has learned from his past relations as a bottom is that he sure does love getting his ass eaten! Leo fucking loves it when you switch between skillfully sucking his dick and slopping rimming him; his eyes always end up rolling to the back of his head and his fingers tangled in your hair whenever you pull out that combo. OH! And not to mention how fucking hot you both find it when you go ham on Leo's ass after a football match! His musk and sweaty, salty yet sweet taste coats your tongue so nicely as you lap at your boyfriend's hole through his jockstrap; an arm of yours holding the small of his back down as your other hand grabs one of the straps of his jock like some sort of rein on a horse.

You have a huge thing for Leo's tanlines. Your boyfriend just looks so hot with his sunkissed skin and those erotic lines highlighting the parts of his body that he only lets you see~ And yes, he does have a tanline underneath that pointless bandaid on his nose.

No matter what the two of you are doing, even if Leo's balls-deep inside of you, the blonde's all jokes and toothy smiles! He's just so appreciative of you and grateful that you're so comfortable with him to allow him to be so intimate with you! He's so cute wtf.

Avan Geiserford ~ dating

As the student council president, one of Avan's many responsibilities is ensuring all clubs and departments are running smoothly and performing as they should be. Therefore, you first met the responsible man during a performance assessment he was conducting on the track team. And being the blunt man that he is, Avan listed off everything that needed to be improved about the team; without a single positive compliment to be found. "Don't you think that's a little rude? I mean I get we can improve but track is ranked third for overall performance" You commented. But you weren't met with a counterargument... "Oh, I apologise. The track team is indeed performing above average" And with an awkward smile, Avan left.

That socially inept rizz worked on you though... 'Cause why did you find the awkward man sort of refreshing? He spoke facts but when called out for something, he would take full accountability and apologise. That's better than most guys you've been with! The bar is in hell.

You took a liking to the swimmer. So you started going out of your way to see him. Avan didn't mind your presence; you weren't as smart as him but you were near the top of your class, so you helped him out with council business. You'd even helped the stresshead solve the council's budget problem in only a couple of days. He'd been stuck on that for weeks! After spending many hours together over a couple of months, Avan considered you a close friend of his. The two of you would not only work on council business together, but you would hang out too! You would sleep over at Avan's after binging starwars; having fallen asleep midway through the nerd's in-depth explanation of the lore. Avan would even ask you to come to support him at swim meets; watching you cheer him on and run up to him for a hug after he wins, it just made him feel all warm n fuzzy inside! Shit. That's when the man realised he was down bad for you.

You had the poor guy stressing; well you didn't, but the idea of having to ask you out had Avan losing sleep! And he's the typa guy who goes goes to bed at 10pm sharp and harps on about the importance of sleep. But you showed mercy to Avan when you asked him out! The navy-haired man took the deepest sigh of relief when you brought your lips to his. His reaction made you think he didn't feel the same at first! But when he saw the worry on your face, Avan blurted out a "ILikeYouToo.DoYouWannaGoOutSometime?"

Despite his socially awkward side, Avan is the perfect boyfriend. Yes the PDA can get a little awkward, and his hands get clammy when holding yours in public, but it's all in a cute way you know? But other than that he's textbook Prince Charming! We're talking pre-planning and scheduling dates for the month... This sounds annoying, but Avan makes sure to work them around your schedules and to only inform you of them a week before! The only reason you know he schedules dates is 'cause you found them in his daily planner T-T

Avan Geiserford ~ nsfw

Surprisingly, you were Avan's first! You expected such a hot and smart jock to have suitors lined up for him! But Avan's never really been interested in all the romance and sex that goes on at Olympus. That was until he met you.

Because of his lack of experience, your boyfriend gets hard at everything you do... Hey, he finds it hard to separate love and lust! To him, because you're his boyfriend, his love for you translates to a deep attraction! Avan will get hard from you trying on his glasses; to him, it's a simple gesture which not only makes you look fucking adorable but also has a few possessive undertones. Your ace swimmer will also pop a boner at the many compliments you throw his way; it doesn't matter if you're complimenting his looks, his skills, or his smarts, Avan will get hard just because his gorgeous boyfriend is complimenting him of all the people you could be complimenting! Avan even gets hard watching you study with him! He just thinks you're so smart that it's sexy.

Despite having a very vanilla first time, and being a generally vanilla type of guy, Avan does have one very specific thing that gets him going. That being pools. Not just being in pools obviously. But being with you in a pool? Shocker, he's hard again. The swimmer just loves seeing you in his domain; your soft skin wet and your curves are highlighted by your swimwear. Avan not only appreciates your body, but holy shit does he get an ego boost that a guy as hot as you is his and his alone. Oh, and the water does feel real good around you two as Avan holds you against him; grindings his hard dick into yours as the two of you make out in the pool.

Ace Anderson ~ dating

This man is a total Hikikomori. Like, he didn't leave his room during his first year at Olympus. But at some point at the start of his second year, Ace noticed you on his commute. He's a total perv who literally cannot go anywhere without finding any man around him hot; imagining them in different levels of nudity and in all sorts of different scenarios. When Ace first saw you on his way to his lecture, he of course noticed how attractive you were! He liked your body shape, your ass, and even weirdly specific things like how your feet were perfectly sized for your body. But Ace liked your face the most; his first thought when he saw you was that you could be a good porn star with a face like that (again, he's a fucking perv). Ace took note of how even when resting, your face had this sexy/cute aspect to it; he could easily picture how your face would look with cum splattered on it.

You noticed him checking you out and decided to have a little fun. Hey! A pretty hot guy kept checking you out. Naturally, you batted your eyelashes and smiled back at him! And that was all it took for the two of you to start talking and hanging out.

But even though the two of you weren't even dating yet, Ace would profusely fantasise about dating you and fucking! During dates/hangouts at your place he would constantly snoop through your shit; checking out what underwear you owned to more accurately imagine you in them, and even finding your dildo and other kinky things of yours. Clearly, the man wasn't just a pervert, but he also didn't know how to respect boundaries. And though Ace said nothing about your toys in the moments, he sure as hell jerked to the thought of you using whatever he found!

Once the two of you started officially dating, Ace began showing his perverted side more and more. He would casually ask if he could keep your used underwear. Like it was nothing! But you knew Ace well enough to expect something like that; you were dating the pervert after all...

Ace Anderson ~ nsfw

Before the two of you met, Ace's hobbies consisted of spending all day watching porn and fantasising about men... But now that he has you, Ace doesn't necessarily need his porn; yet that doesn't mean that he doesn't still enjoy it. So imagine the blue-headed man's elation when you agreed to just watch some porn with him and jerk each other off instead of fucking. The two of you spent a solid two hours just edging and gooning to Ace's favourite vids; and to be fair, you both really enjoyed yourselves. No massive amounts of effort had to be put into it, and you didn't feel like you needed to put on a performance for your boyfriend. It was just raw pleasure.

Other than his porn hobby (addiction), Ace discovered that he has a passion for directing erotic films; not just enjoying them! So again, your twunk boyfriend was very happy when you agreed to some spicy photoshoots and recording sessions from time to time! Ace was into anything as long as it was on camera. He loved filming the two of you fucking, he loved filming you as you jerked off or fingered yourself. Ace even liked directing you; he would get so turned on when he would watch his videos back and hear himself behind the camera giving you pointers or guiding you through whatever you were doing.

I hope you guys enjoyed! To be fully honest I just feel like something is off with this fic. I've tried rewording and re-organising it so much but I give up. Hope it's just me and that you guys like it!

Been desperate for some Jock Studio stuff and assumed you guys would be too so hope I fed y'all right!

Love you guys so so much - Byeeee

Note from two days later: this is a piece of shit omfg get this fic out of my sight

Note from one more day later: Eh it's fine ig. Just wrote Bryce's section and holy shit that's like a whole fic by itself T-T

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dykeforhire · 2 months ago

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Feels Like Home

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x afab!reader

Description: a rather cozy evening in bed with the love of your life, Emily.

Warnings: 18+ smut (vaginal!fingering, oral!sex), bottom!emily, top!reader, reader is in love and so is Emily, quite fluffy and adorable and yeah... no use of y/n.

Word count: 4k

Playlist: Home - Depeche Mode

masterlist || read on ao3

a/n: this ones fairly short, I hope you enjoy!!

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The room is cast in a glow of deep oranges and yellows as the bright late-summer sun sets for the evening, warming the room through the gaps of your half-drawn blinds, a slight breeze wisping from the cracked window and through the sheer curtains.

You haven’t been in bed long, just perched atop the covers with your back against the pillows— reading a few chapters of your latest vintage bookstore find whilst Emily showers.

Today was an easy day. After finishing up a case, it was time for paperwork—a lackluster day filled with sighs of boredom and far too many cups of coffee. You feel as though you should be happy when days like that come… but nothing beats the rush of adrenaline, or the buzzing of minds at work when there’s a case to solve.

You are thankful for this though; the warmth of your bedroom— the bedroom that you share with Emily.

After a hard day of work, you used to dread coming home to a partner, and having to talk about your day—what you did. You wanted nothing more than to be alone, to sit on the couch and wash away your sorrow and tiredness with a tall glass of whatever cheap booze you could find at the local convenience store.

But that way of thinking changed when Emily Prentiss wormed her way into your life.

Neither of you had meant for it to happen. She was a creature of similar habits… nights alone, drowning herself in work. The team teased both of you about your lack of social lives, but you’d just brushed it away.

You couldn’t help but notice that subtle, longing look in Emily’ eyes though. Stupid profiler brain.

All those late nights at Quantico, sitting at your adjacent desks— sharing thoughts and laughs. All the restless evenings in strange cities, sharing hotel rooms and splitting a bottle of drugstore wine while away on case… It brought a special bond between the two self-proclaimed loners of the BAU.

And everyone on the team seemed to notice it… except you and Emily, of course.

They teased and teased; whether it be Derek asking if it was a special date when you’d announce you were going for drinks with Prentiss, to which you’d shoot him down with ‘No Emily and I are just friends, I don’t have time for dating’. Or when Penelope tried to set up a girls’ night at your apartment, but then miraculously, she and JJ couldn’t make it— leaving you and Emily alone.

You hadn’t complained about that one though. The excitement bubbling in your gut at the thought of being alone with the undoubtedly beautiful brunette was palpable, but you just chalked it up as excitement towards getting drunk and having a nice time with your best friend.

But then again, that had also been the same night you and Emily had privately decided to start sleeping together for the sake of comfort and stress relief.

Just sex, nothing more.

Later that night you kissed those perfect, soft, heart-shaped lips for the first time—discovered what she tastes like, what it looks like when Emily Prentiss, not some random hookup, comes undone.

You knew from then on you were fucked, so tremendously fucked.

The next time you saw her at work, you couldn’t help but notice the flush on her cheeks as she sat across from you in the round table room— how she watched your hands as you spoke.

It didn’t take long before you slipped up and whispered ‘fuck, I think I love you’ into her hair as she came around your fingers, her panting breath dampening your neck and she fell apart above you. She just leaned back and looked at you after that, grinning.

‘I’ve been waiting so long to hear you say that,’ she whispered back. ‘I think I love you too’.

And now you’re here, about a year after that first fateful night— lying in your shared bed, in your shared apartment, reading a book, one that she recommended when you first became friends, while Emily showers in the next room.

You don’t really believe in the afterlife, but if you have to think of a form of heaven… this would be it.

The screech of the shower knob being shut off pulls you from your thoughts, you look over at the en-suite door— steam seeping out from the crack above the floorboards.

You smile, a real genuine smile, and place the worn down book on the bedside table— the page dog-eared, a habit you’d picked up from Emily.

With hands folded together in your lap, you wait.

You hear the humming of the fan switching on from the inside—she doesn’t like how cold it gets when it’s on—and then the door creaks open and there she is, Emily, the heat of her shower still steaming off her bare shoulders as she enters the cool bedroom.

Your heart swells as you look at your beautiful girlfriend, yours. Her already dark hair is almost black as it clings soggily to her face and neck— water droplets gathering in the dip of her collarbones and over shoulders. She’s bare-faced except for the tiny remnants of eyeliner smudged into her eyelashes, you think it suits her, and her lotion-smoothed skin sort of glows in the warm light of the sunset.

“Hi, sweetheart.” She grins, tugging the towel snug around her chest as she steps toward the dresser, sights set on putting on her usual sleeping attire, boy-short underwear and one of your old t-shirts that you’d already taken the liberty of setting out for her.

Your eyes follow her as she moves, dragging over the shape of her body beneath the thick and rather offensive fabric. The towel’s edge stops just short of her ass, and you find that to be quite rude.

The familiar burn of desire sets in your chest as you continue your observation, the swoop of her spine, the tiny bit of tummy peaking through the layers of the towel, the unmistakable outline of her hardened nipples. She is so fucking beautiful it hurts.

“Hello, gorgeous.” you smile back, a telltale ode to Barbra Streisand’s character in ‘Funny Girl’ with the Brooklyn twang in your voice. You sit up on the bed and scoot towards the foot of it. “Have a nice shower?”

“Yes, felt so good after today. Sitting at that desk destroys my back… might be my body telling me I’m actually getting old.” She chuckles, grabbing the clothes you set out and tossing them on the bed.

She steps closer to you and you let your eyes trail over her front, your smile growing.

“You are not old, Em…” you tilt your chin up at her, fingers reaching out to grasp at the fold of her towel. “Everyone’s body hurts after sitting in those god-awful chairs all day.” She relaxes into your touch as your hands run over her sides, pulling her to stand between your parted knees.

“I’m getting up there though… God, I can’t believe I’m gonna be forty…” Emily sighs, her eyes trailing over your face as she runs a damp hand over your hair.

“Forty is not that old, it's quite hot actually… Plus, I’ve always had a thing for cougars so-” You giggle quietly, your hands sliding down her hips and under the hem of the towel. You hear her suck in a breath above you as your fingertips trail over her thighs, she’s always been sensitive there.

“You are something else…” she scoffs, cupping your jaw and bending down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You pull her towel open gently as she does so, not letting it fall to the ground just yet— but enough for you to take in her most unadulterated form.

She hums into the kiss when she feels the cool air rush around her torso, smirking as she feels your warm hands on her hip bones, thumbs drawing absentminded circles.

You nip at her bottom lip and she shoves you away. You gaze up at her playfully as you land on your elbows, quickly pushing yourself back up and reaching out for her again— grabbing her wrist and tugging her against your chest.

She falls against you with a hmph, her knees bumping into the edge of the mattress in front of your crotch. Your arms wrap around her behind, one hand on her lower back and the other cupping her ass.

“Baby…” she whines, nails raking over the back of your neck as you press a trail of wet kisses over her belly. “I just showered.”

You just make a muffled noise against her skin in response. Her skin is so unbelievably soft, and she smells so clean. The scent of the semi-sterile smelling antibacterial soap mixed with her sweet-florally lotion fills your senses—the thought of licking it all off of her like a dog crosses your mind.

Instead, you crane your neck up and press a few kisses to the underside of her breast before sucking her nipple into your mouth. The towel falls to the floor with a plop as she shivers, clutching at your nape like she’s going to fall, but you’d never let that happen.

Emily’s lips part, letting a few shaky breaths fan across your forehead. You gaze up at her through your eyelashes, her cheeks are flushed just like that day in the office day after you first hooked up, except this time, you can watch as it travels down her neck and chest.

Her belly quivers against your chest as you scrape your teeth over her sensitive nipple, it makes you smile. You’ve always adored how well her body responds to you, and how easy it is for her to let go with you. Your heart does backflips in your chest just thinking about how much she trusts you, how much she loves you… how much you love her.

Emily shifts suddenly, and it pulls your attention away from her chest. She looks down at you with dark, drooping eyes, her bottom lips pulled between her teeth.

“You know I can’t resist when you touch me like that… it’s evil.” she purrs, her voice low— slightly raspy. You just smile up at her, leaning into her touch as she cups your cheek. She leans down to kiss you again, her lips cold and wet— you suck in a sharp breath against her nose.

You scoot further back on the mattress, making room for her to straddle your lap comfortably. The kiss is slow and heart-wrenchingly passionate, her hands roaming across your neck and shoulders while yours spread across her lower back and thigh— holding her close as she settles against you.

She’s probably leaving a wet patch that embarrassingly resembles that of a child who just peed their pants over your sweats, but you couldn’t care less. Emily Prentiss, your girlfriend, is utterly naked and needy in your lap— nothing could ever get in the way of that.

She deepens the kiss first, her thumb brushing over the joint of your jaw as a silent request for you to open, you do— and she licks inside your mouth, meeting your tongue in a duel of affection, one in which she’ll inevitably let you win.

Emily grinds into your lap, growing more desperate for your hands on her body by the second. You let your hands wander, always wanting to appease the older woman as usual. One hand slides to her front, cupping a heavy breast, thumb brushing over a pert nipple— the other grips at the meat of her hip, kneading it as she grinds against you harder.

You can feel the heat growing between her legs as she presses into you, seeking out any kind of stimulation.

You slide the hand on her hip down her thigh, nails scratching faintly over the skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Emily whimpers into the kiss as they brush a little too close to her center.

“Touch me, baby… please.” she pants against your mouth, pressing chaste pecks over your cheekbones. God, how am I supposed to resist that? You think to yourself.

You don’t.

Your nose brushes against the curve of Emily’s jaw, inhaling her dewy skin, before nipping at it. She lets her head fall back with a quiet moan, giving you full access to her jugular. You can feel her pulse thrumming beneath your lips as you kiss along the length of her neck.

The hand on her leg slides up further, fingertips brushing against the crevice of her thigh. You can feel her prickly, trimmed pubic hairs as your thumb drags over her pelvis. You think it’s cute that she still grooms for you regularly, even though you insist she doesn’t have to after being together for so long.

‘The jungle must be explored!’ you’d joke, usually earning a swat to the back of your head. She likes to keep it neat, and you certainly do not mind.

Her arousal is already spreading down her inner thighs when you decide to finally touch her. The pads of your middle and index finger brushing lightly over her slit, so warm and ready.

“So wet for me already?” you murmur, spreading the wetness over her swollen clit. Emily squeaks as you do so, her hips jumping at the sensitivity.

“Always… you know that.” She whimpers, knotting her fingers in your hair as you kiss down her neck and chest— leaving little red hickeys over the thin skin every once in a while. “God, that feels so good, honey.” Her chin comes to rest atop your head as you dip lower, kissing the tops of her breasts.

You smirk against her skin as she speaks, listening to the way her voice quivers ever-so-slightly.

You press harder against her sex, relinquishing your teasing for something that’ll actually get her going. Her hips roll with the movement of your fingers, you can hear the sounds of her slick coating your fingers as they slide through her folds.

Emily clutches at your shoulders when you slip your middle finger inside, curling it against her pubic bone. Your thumb works her clit as you slide another finger in, pumping slowly as she adjusts.

Emily nibbles at your shoulder to quiet her moans, she’s always been shy when it comes to being vocal during sex, but over time you’ve noticed it just takes a minute for her to gain the confidence. Because in the right moments when you’re really going at it, she can be quite loud.

Those are some of your favorite moments… when she’s completely uninhibited without a single care in the world besides the feeling of whatever you’re doing to her.

“Good, baby? I wanna hear that pretty voice.” You whisper against the cartilage of her ear, nipping at it.

“Yeah-hm…” she’s cut off by a sharp breath, the pads of your fingers rubbing perfectly at the spongy spot inside her. “Shit- m’ sensitive… you feel so good.” she pants, needily grinding into your palm as your motions grow more intention.

“My pretty girl…” you purr, running your hand up her spine, holding her close, feeling the way it curls as she arches into you. “So pretty in my lap, riding my fingers.”

“Fuck… can’t talk to me like that.” Emily groans, leaning back in your grasp and putting more force behind her hips as she rides you.

Her wet bangs frame her face in clumps as she gazes at you, her skin now dampened with perspiration instead of water from the shower. You catch a falling droplet from her hair as it lands on her chest, beading down the valley of her breasts. You lurch forward and drag your tongue over the flesh, lapping up any droplets you can find.

Emily hums at the warmth of your tongue on her skin, her nails scratching at your scalp as she holds your mouth against her. One of her hands braces itself on your knee as she leans back further, dangerously close to falling off your lap as your mouth attacks her breasts again.

Her hips stutter as you suck her nipple into your mouth, tongue swirling languidly over the bud before releasing it with a pop and doing the same to the other side.

Her thighs squeeze around your hips and her walls flutter around your fingers as they keep up their consistent pace— you can tell she’s getting close.

“Getting close, baby?” you murmur against her chest, chin pressing against her clavicle as you gaze up at Emily’s face.

Her eyes are screwed shut, brows knitted together in pure focus as she tries her hardest to chase the orgasm she knows you’re gonna give her, you never leave her hanging—ever. Not unless you mean to, of course… but that’s not on the table right now.

Right now, you want to make your beautiful girlfriend cum. You want to hear those precious whimpers fall from her lips as she shakes in your grasp, and then you want to do it all over again.

You can feel your own center burn with anticipation at the thought of it, making her cum over and over again. You’re already planning what you’re gonna do to give her the next one before she’s even had her first.

“Yes… so close. Kiss me.” Emily moans, her hand leaving your knee and cupping your jaw to bring your mouth to her forcefully. She moans into the kiss as you pump into her a bit harder, her thighs clenching together once again.

It hits her fairly quickly after that, the warmth of your lips sliding against her own seemingly adding the finishing touches.

She inhales sharply as her body jerks with the oncoming orgasm. You pull back slightly, letting your forehead rest against hers as you watch it overtake her. The ragged breaths that fall through parted—swollen lips, the way the muscles in her abdomen visibly clench, the way her walls clamp down on your fingers as they work her through it.

“There you go, pretty girl… so good.” You whisper, drawing soothing circles over her upper back as you guide her down. She shivers, goosebumps pebbling over her skin as the final waves wash over her.

Slipping your fingers out, you wrap both arms around her torso tightly— she practically melts into the hug, body falling limp as her hands clutch at your neck.

Her breathing begins to even out as you rock her gently, brushing the soggy locks of hair away from her face as she curls into you. She presses a kiss to your collarbone when she finally comes to, then another at your pulse point.

“Hi…” she mumbles, inhaling the scent of your skin.

You chuckle softly at the adorable gesture, cupping the back of her head as she grasps tighter around your shoulders.

“Hi, sweet girl. You alright?” You feel her nod quickly, you smile again— pressing a kiss to her temple. “Too tired to give me another one or can you do that for me?”

She perks up at that offer, righting herself in your lap with a bright smile, her dimples on full display.

“Wide awake.” She wiggles her brows before leaning in to kiss you again.

“Yeah?” You smirk against her lips.

“Yeah…” Emily tsks. “I think you are a bit too clothed, my love.” Her hands snake beneath the hem of your shirt, nails scratching at your hips and she suckles on your bottom lip.

You pull your shirt over your head immediately at her request, tossing it across the room blindly. Emily chuckles at your eagerness before swooping in to kiss you ravenously. Her hands roam your naked torso, soaking up the warmth of your skin against her own.

“You’re so warm…” she murmurs against your lips, wrapping her arms around you and pulling your chests flush to each other. She shivers against you faintly, and it’s hard to tell whether it’s from the arousal or because she’s truly cold.

Even though the room is at least seventy degrees with the summer-evening breeze floating in through the window, Emily always runs a bit cold, and the fact that her hair is still wet probably doesn’t help.

With a swift peck, you stand— wrapping your arms around her bottom as you move to your side of the bed and place her down on your pillows. Emily falls into a fit of giggles as you kneel over her on the mattress, she stares up at you with glittering eyes.

“So strong…” she teases, pouting as her hands slide over your arms and down to your stomach. “Come here.” Her fingers curl into the waistband of your sweats, tugging you on top of her.

You meet her in a slow kiss as your bodies press against each other. Emily’s legs wrap around your hips, pulling your pelvis into hers— she lets out a muffled moan at the friction, her back arching into you as your arms cage around her head.

Her hands splay over your shoulder blades as she lets you deepen the kiss, your tongue dragging over her bottom lip before curling against the roof of her mouth.

“Mm, you should do that somewhere else…” Emily breathes out, smirking, her eyes dancing over your face.

“Oh, should I now?” You raise your brow curiously, sitting up a bit as you wait for her answer.

“Yes…” She hums, chewing on her bottom lip in that especially seductive way that has you bending to her every will. “I think you should.”

You grin cheesily as you lean back in, using your thumb to pull her lip from her teeth before pressing a kiss to it. She wraps her arms around your shoulders as the kiss deepens again, swollen red lips sliding together in a mess of saliva and want.

You trail the kiss across her cheek and down her neck, sucking a tiny spot just below her ear. She whimpers as you trail lower, teeth scraping over bulging tendons and down to her collarbones. Her hands fist at your hair as you drag your lips over her chest, pressing featherlight kisses to the flushed skin.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as you trail even lower, lapping at the underside of her breasts, sinking your teeth into the protruding edge of her ribcage. You’re just about to kiss down her belly when you suddenly stop in your tracks— looking up at her with a skeptical expression.

“Are you suuure?” you tease, running a finger between down the valley of her breasts.

“I love you so much, honey...” She whispers against your lips. “But, my god, are you pissing me off right now… please just eat me out.” She cups your face in her palms, shooting you a sarcastic smile before patting your cheek— urging you to get a move on.

“Alright, no more teasing. Noted…” You nod at her with a tight-lipped smile, quickly getting back to kissing your way down her body. “I love you, too.”

“Yes, thank you.” Emily grins as she watches you go down, your lips pressing wet kisses across her hips and down to her thighs.

The smell of her arousal clouds your brain as you get closer to the source, your mouth waters.

You meet her eyes as you drag your tongue along her inner thigh, tasting the salty mixture of her skin and leftover arousal from earlier. Emily’s legs spread further apart as you reach the apex, your nose running over the hot flesh.

“Please…” She whines, pushing her hips towards you.

You study her face as you part her labia with your middle and index fingers, strings of thick arousal clinging to the digits as you bring them to your mouth. Emily’s taste is something you don’t think you’ll ever get over. It’s so precisely her, so divine, so sweet and heady— you could drink her for the rest of your life and you undoubtedly plan to.

Her lips part as she pants out shaky breaths, she rolls her hips at the faintest touch from you, desperately seeking more.

Leaning forward, you swipe your tongue over the entire length of her sex, your arms wrapping tightly around her thighs to keep her in place.

Emily falls back against the pillow with a guttural moan when you suck at her clit, her hips immediately springing into action— jumping against your mouth. The hand in your hair flexes as you circle the sensitive bud with a pointed tongue before dipping down and curling it into her slit, the same way you did to her mouth just minutes before.

“Fuck, love…” She gasps, lurching forward to watch once again.

You smile against her pussy as you meet her eyes, making a point to flick your tongue over the hypersensitive spot just below her clit. Her body twitches, the muscles in her legs quivering as she tries to hold back the rapidly building orgasm.

You’re practically just making out with her pussy at this point, tongue lapping at her before closing your lips around her clit and sucking gently.

After doing this so many times, you know exactly what makes her tick—what gets her there with the best feeling result. You’ve also found that oral often makes Emily cum rather quickly, which is why you typically only start or end a night with it.

Emily’s thighs start to close around your head as she reaches the climax of her orgasm, trapping you in place as you continue your ministrations. Quiet whimpers crackle from her throat as the wave overtakes her again, her body seizing up and trembling as it rolls her in its current.

“Fuckfuckfuck-” she squeaks out before her body finally releases— her hips, grinding against your mouth as she rides it out.

You groan against her, the vibrations sending a jolt to her overstimulated clit. You chuckle and press a final kiss over her folds before resting your cheek on her inner thigh, watching adoringly as the aftershocks make their way through her.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that. God, you’re like the prodigy of giving head.” Emily manages between panting breaths, reaching down to brush a few sweaty hairs from your brow.

“Oh, why thank you.” you beam as you crawl up her torso. “You’re the prodigy of like… wielding highly addictive pussy.” your face scrunches up at your own overtly cringy statement. Emily just laughs.

“You, my love, are such a fucking corndog.” she shakes her head, adjusting her body to fit comfortably against yours as you cuddle into her side. “But somehow, I’ve fallen madly in love with you…” You smile against her shoulder at the comment, nuzzling into her.

That’s another thing you don’t think you’ll ever grow tired of— hearing Emily say she loves you. It’s hard to believe sometimes, but the look in her eyes when she says those words is just so telling. Those precious, nearly black irises, sparkling… her pupils dilating subtly as she gazes at you… it washes all your worries away faster than they ever arose.

The way she looks at you reminds you of a home you never had, a place that you will always belong.

“And I, you… unconditionally and irrevocably in love.”

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a/n: heyyyy, feel free to leave a comment on what you think, theyre always appreciated!

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spencestiel-michelle · 1 year ago

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Hotch: how’s the team building exercise going?

Rossi: i want to be perfectly clear: i had nothing to do with this.

*Hotch looks to the team in a cheer pyramid*

Emily, kneeling in human pyramid: rossi is making a terrible spotter, Hotch. he looked away from our building FOUR times.

Reid, wobbling at top of human pyramid: i would like to propose that JJ takes my spot as flyer, i don’t like the look in Derek’s eyes.

Derek, feet firmly planted on the ground: my job is back spot, man! i help airlift you into the air- *claps hands, his smile grows* now fall back already!

JJ, perfectly fine: besides, Spence, we both know i’m stronger than you to hold the team as the base.

Garcia: JJ’s right. but i want to know is why i am also on the bottom?? i can’t rally you guys from down here. Emily: Garcia, you are a part of this team. haha, see what i did there? a part? a part of the building?

Hotch: this is not what i meant by team building.

Hotch: however, this is strangely impressive.

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hotchsprncess · 10 days ago

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hi hi ♥️ a few months ago one of your amazing fics appeared on my main page and then i accidentally refreshed it and you didn't appear again until now and i'm really happy about that🥹☝🏻

i have a request if it's okay with you, i love Hotch very much, but i love a slightly jealous Hotch even more🤏🏻👀

could you write something about that, where Hotch hears people praise his girlfriend a lot maybe she's not in the BAU, but she's still a fascinating psychologist or doctor, as if she were giving a talk or a conference at the FBI facilities and she doesn't even realize that she's being flirted with simply because she's so in love with Aaron that everything the most unnoticed🤷🏻‍♀️but he realizes it and gets jealous about it because he knows that people don't just admire her for her intelligence, and at night he just shows her who it belongs to and sends her off to work with a couple of love bites. 🫠

it's amazing to find someone who targets their content at chubby readers🥹♥️

send you lots of love and please if you feel this isn't worth it just ignore it. 🫂💌

.ᐟ MDNI .ᐟ

omg welcome back! and thank you so much for your kind words 🥹 jealous aaron is like top 10 hottest things in the world so i am insanely excited to write this, thank you for the amazing request and i hope you enjoy ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ p.s: this is my first time using a divider in a fic, here it's to represent significant time jumps.

what to do with you ⊹ aaron hotchner

ᝰ summary : being a published and highly intelligent criminal psychologist provided you with a lot of connections in the fbi, also because you were dating the unit chief of the bau. when you come to quantico to do a keynote, hotch can't help the jealousy that arises when someone begins to admire you for more than your speech.

ᝰ warnings : fem chubby/plus size reader, psychologist!reader, l-bombs, implied age gap, jealous!aaron, dom!aaron, sub!reader, dirty talk, marking up (love bites), some degradation and praise, spanking (ass man hotch is here), fingering, cum eating (tasting yourself), multiple orgasms, p in v, creampie, lil fluffy ending

you clipped the visitor tag to the bottom of your blazer, pressing 6 in the elevator. you luckily got to visit quantico on a day when aaron wasn't away on a case which had you buzzing with excitement. the 'ding' of the elevator pulls you from your thoughts as the doors open, smiling as you see penelope exiting the glass doors of the bullpen as if on cue.

"you're here! the queen is here!" she squeals, shuffling over in her neon pink heels to embrace you in a hug. you hug her back, her sweet perfume filling your nose.

"hey pen" you pull away, admiring her flamboyant outfit of the day. "aaron is in his office?"

"you know it, boss man loves his office, not more than you of course, but he loves that office" she rambles, gripping a mug of tea in her hands.

"happy to know that, thanks" you giggle in response, pushing your way through the glass doors as she headed to her lair.

you reach derek and spencer on your way through the bullpen, hugging them both and inquiring about their days before you climb the few steps to aaron's office. his door is open, always inviting, and you knock softly on the frame as you lean in the doorway.

"hey there" you say, smiling wide as aaron looks up from the file on his desk.

"hey sweetheart" he smiles back, shutting the file and getting up to round his desk. he pulls you into a hug, your body flush against his, the familiar feeling bringing you immense comfort. you hug tightly around his neck while he rubs up and down your back softly.

"ready for your keynote?" he asks as he pulls away, his hands still remaining on your hips and sending warmth all throughout your body.

"yeah, i'm excited" you smile, brushing your thumb across his cheek. "do you have time to join at all?"

"of course, wouldn't miss it" he turns to kiss your thumb, glancing at the clock on his office wall. "it's almost 1:30, when do you need to get upstairs?"

"1:30" you chuckle, "i should head up there now"

"see you in a bit then, baby" he presses a gentle kiss to your lips as you smile into it.

"love you" you whisper, pulling away.

"love you too" he smiles, watching as you walk out of his office. he admires how your wide hips sway as you walk, how your pencil skirt hugs the plump of your ass. he takes a deep breath in order to slow the rush of blood to his cock, re-opening the file on his desk in an attempt to distract himself from the thought of you bouncing on him.

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"and with that, i'd like to conclude my presentation. thank you all for coming and showing interest in this special topic! if you have any additional questions i'll be hanging around for a bit" you smile as everyone applauds you, a bit of heat filling your cheeks at the praise.

you begin to pack up your things as people start to file out when a man's voice fills your ears.

"hi, i just wanted to say i really enjoyed your presentation"

your head shoots up and you smile at the man. he was a bit younger than you, yet still handsome and very put together.

"aw, thank you so much! i'm happy to hear you enjoyed it"

"of course.. i've only been here a year but i've attended a few presentations and none of them were as interesting as yours. and nobody has been as pretty as you" the man openly flirts, but it goes over your head.

"you're so kind, thank you again. what's your name?"

"i'm noah, or special agent da costa around here" he reaches his hand out to shake yours which you happily accept.

as he is about to praise you again, aaron approaches you with a coffee in his hand. "you did amazing" he chimes in, reaching for you with his free hand.

"thank you, honey" you smile before turning back to noah, "i better get going, but it was great meeting you"

he bids you a goodbye as you walk out, fingers interlaced with aaron's. you take the elevator back to the 6th floor so you can say goodbye to everyone, but you can feel tension radiating off of aaron and filling the air. the tension was extremely palpable, the origin of it unbeknownst to you. you figured when aaron arrived home later you'd have a chance to address it, and boy were you in for it.

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when aaron walks through the door to your shared apartment around 7pm, it was clear that the tension had piggybacked on him from quantico. you approach him at the door, his shoes and coat hardly off before he tugs you close by your hips, lips feverishly attaching to yours and kissing you with a need that was beyond intense.

"baby" you mumble into the kiss as his hands roam your body, feeling your curves over the button-up of his you were wearing, gripping your thick thighs through your leggings.

"mhmmm?" he hums as his lips trail across your jaw, making their way down the column of your neck. he pauses along the side of your neck, sucking as his hands continue to feel all of you.

"you-" you gasp as he now licks over the bruise he made, moving to another spot and repeating his actions. "what has you so tense?"

"you're mine, right?" he asks, diving in to mark up the other side of your neck. when you don't respond, his right hand comes down on your ass causing you to yelp.

"i asked you a question" his firm tone has wetness pooling in your panties, your hands gripping his shoulders as he continues his assault on your neck.

"yes, always yours" you say breathlessly as he pulls away from your neck, his large hands beginning to unbutton his shirt that you have on.

"you're mine, only mine. i saw how that young guy flirted with you, thinking he had a chance, thinking that he could treat you how you deserve" his voice is low, his breath tickling your lips as you begin to melt under his gaze and touch.

"i don't think he'd know what to do with such an intelligent and beautiful woman.. what do you think, sweetheart?" his hands are groping your torso in the most possessive way possible, toying with your tits and squeezing every inch of you.

"he wouldn't, only you" you whine as he tugs everything off of your lower half in one swift movement, leaving you bare underneath his button-up.

he coaxes your leg up to rest on the entry table beside your apartment door, providing him better access to your core. your back presses into the wall as aaron glides his middle and ring finger through your slit, your eyes fluttering shut.

"don't look away from me" he rumbles as his free hand takes hold of your chin, making sure you're locked onto him. you nod vigorously while he continues to collect your wetness on his fingers, just barely grazing his fingertips over your clit before removing his hand.

"please" you whine, hands reaching for his wrist to urge his touch back where you need it most.

"can you be good? hm? just for me?"

"yes" you whine again unable to stop yourself, tugging at his wrist now.

"ask for what you want then, show me you can be good for me"

"please... give me your fingers, i need you, please, need to cum on your fingers"

your whimpers pay off, aaron immediately urging two fingers into your hole, the squelching sound of your pussy making him smirk. he thrusts his fingers at a quick pace, wasting no time in providing you with pleasure. you squirm on his fingers, hands gripping at his bicep as he brings you closer to the edge with each movement.

"aaron, oh fuck" you moan, keeping your eyes locked on him, just like he said. his eyes are darker than normal, lust and possessiveness clouding them.

"does it feel good, sweetheart? are my fingers making you feel good?" he eggs you on, curling his fingers inside of you and stroking that spot he can so easily find.

"so fucking good" you moan breathily, your hips bucking against his movements out of desperation.

"are you close? gonna soak my fingers, babygirl?" his thumb reaches to rub your clit so precisely that your legs start to quiver.

"yes! i'm gonna cum!" you squeal, nails digging into his arm as your orgasm crashes down, chest heaving from the intensity.

he slowly removes his fingers as you catch your breath, aiding you in placing your foot back on the floor. he brings his fingers to your mouth, watching intently as you taste yourself. he hums in satisfaction as you lick his fingers clean before moving in to kiss you. his tongue swipes against yours, savouring the taste for himself.

"bed, keep your ass up for me" he demands, throwing off his blazer and loosening his tie.

you quickly walk to bedroom, climbing onto the bed yet remaining close to the edge, arching and pressing your face into the duvet as your ass sticks in the air. when aaron enters shortly after you, you catch a glimpse of him completely naked. you gawk at the sight, admiring his large cock which looks ready to pound you into oblivion.

"so perfect" he praises as you feel his presence behind you, then his hands. his palms glide on your back before his left hand comes down on your ass, the loud smack being music to his ears. he repeats the action on the other side, marveling at the way your ass ripples from the impact.

his left hand remains on your ass as his right lines himself up with you, pushing in slowly inch by inch. you both moan in tandem as he bottoms out, then pulls out and begins to thrust. both of his hands now grip the fat of your ass, hips slamming into you.

"your ass is so pretty, i love taking you like this" he groans, relentlessly fucking into you and claiming you as his.

your moans and whines are incoherent yet nonstop, his cock jumbling up any thoughts you once had in your head.

"you're mine, my fucking girl" he growls as he thrusts particularly deep, "all"

thrust

"mine"

you swear he almost touches your cervix with the depth he reaches, your second orgasm making it's way to the edge. as you squeeze around him he can tell that you're close, continuing to pound as deep as he can get.

"give it to me, that's it" he moans, your pussy clenching as you begin to cum again.

"fuck!" you mewl as you release around his cock, the repetition of him filling you making you want to cum a thousand times if it was only possible.

"you're such a good girl, i'm so lucky" aaron continues to moan praises aloud as he takes you again and again, never faltering.

"you're so big, aaron, oh my god" you bury your face in the duvet, hands gripping it tightly as he picks up his speed, indicating that he is getting close.

"oh baby, i'm gonna fill you up" he groans, his hold on your ass now tightening as he pushes in deeply one last time, cock twitching inside of you as he cums.

he holds himself exactly where he is, releasing his grip and moving his hands to rub your back and shoulders soothingly.

"how are you doing?" he whispers, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades.

"fantastic actually" you giggle, "you?"

"same here" he chuckles, slowly pulling out of you and leaving you feeling oddly empty.

you roll over onto your back, tugging him down beside you. you smile at him, holding his face in your hands and studying his features.

"you know i only see you, right? nobody else"

he smiles back, almost shyly at your words.

"i know... seeing a younger guy flirt with you just switched something on in me, i suppose"

you giggle before snuggling into his neck, his large arms wrapping around you and enveloping you in a sea of warmth and safety.

"well, i'm not complaining about the outcome"

#criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds smut #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner

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iamnotoriginalphil · 1 year ago

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Hello, would you consider writing a unit chief Emily Prentiss x R story? Where reader has nipple piercings and one day at the air conditioner at the BAU breaks so readers in a tank top so the outline of them is noticeable. And of course Derek is the first to notice so he loudly points it out which draws the teams attention to them, and let’s just say Emily very intrigued with them. You could right smut for it if you want to but if not that’s okay.

The Heatwave

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: choking, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, strap on, alcohol, piercings

“You can’t be serious. Thursday? In the middle of this heatwave? We’re going to die.”

Listening to Garcia complain to Morgan was not helping you concentrate on the report Emily wanted on her desk. You swiped the back of your wrist along your forehead, wiping away the sweat threatening to drip into your eye. Your hair was tied up, exposing the back of your neck, begging for a breeze to come along. You needed some sweet relief or you might collapse at your desk.

Summer was particularly brutal that year. You’d been sweating on your commute to and from the office, the air con the only thing keeping you going through the day. But yesterday there had been a weird noise, a shudder in the vents and the cold air had stopped. You weren’t you’d managed to dry out since.

Wiping more sweat away, you sighed. Your tank top was doing nothing to save you from the fires of hell licking at your skin. You groaned, head thunking against the desk.

“See? Brink of death already,” Garcia said, standing behind you.

“I’m not dead,” you said, muffled into the wood of your desk.

“Yet. I’m going to have to go flirt with the maintenance guy and he always stares because he knows that I am a prime woman that he can not keep up with,” she said.

“Of course you are, baby girl. Now go work that pretty face of yours,” Morgan said.

You sighed, sitting up again. It’s not as if you’d be getting any work done with them at your desk, and nor could you nap in the heat. Just the feeling of your skin was making you feel insane.

“When are they going to fix this damned thing?” Emily said, striding out of her office, file clutched in her hand. You felt your heart skip a beat. She was hotter than the heatwave you were going through, and even sweaty, she still made you catch your breath. It wasn’t fair how sexy she was when you were a gross mess.

“Thursday,” Garcia called over to her.

“Can’t we do something about that? she asked, striding over to the huddle that had sprung up at your desk.

“Do you want to flirt with the maintenance guy?” Garcia asked.

“The one with the lazy eye or the one who always smells like cheese?” she asked.

“That’s the same person and yes, that one,” she replied.

Emily shook her head, nose wrinkled. Garcia sighed, crossing her arms over her chest then immediately uncrossing them.

“Hey, what’s that on your chest?” Morgan asked, pointing.

You looked down, not able to see anything out the ordinary. You looked back up, finding him staring at your chest. Then it clicked. You knew he’d been too quiet, and you’d been so distracted by Emily that you hadn’t noticed.

“Are you staring at my tits?” you asked him.

“No,” he said, looking up to your eye, “yes.”

You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest, much in the way Garcia had. It only pushed your tits up, making them more obvious. Garcia was openly looking, eyebrows drawing together until realisation dawned over her face. Emily’s eyes darted down then up to your face again, tongue darting out to drag along her bottom lip. The tension that had been stretching between the two of you for weeks was making you arch your back just a little, giving her a better view.

“Not that it’s anyone’s business,” you said, trying to not get flustered from the heat in Emily’s gaze, “but I have my nipples pierced.”

You lifted your chin, waiting for one of them to say something. A grin spread over Morgan’s face and you could already hear the comments. You glared, waiting for him to say something.

“The girls like that, huh?” he asked.

“They don’t hate it,” you replied.

You couldn’t bare to look at Emily. You might implode if you did. Her reaction could either make or break your ability to think around her. Although, you were hoping she was one of the girls who didn’t hate it.

“Now, if we’re done talking about my nipples, I believe Garcia has a maintenance man to flirt with so none of us die before Thursday,” you said.

You turned back to your computer, your report waiting for you. You did your best to continue working, feeling the weight of the three people standing behind you slow to move away. You were done talking about it in front of your boss, who happened to be the one person you thought about when your fingers were buried deep within you.

“Turns out flirting with Manny in maintenance did nothing. He’s called a guy from the air conditioning company to come fix it and wouldn’t give me his number so I could flirt with him,” Garcia said, stopping by your desk, “so pool party at Rossi’s tonight. You in?”

“Does he know you’re hosting a pool party at his place?” you asked.

“Of course,” she said, “bring your best bikini.”

It was a relief to change into your bikini after work. The cool brush of air on your skin before you pulled on a pair of shorts and loose t-shirt. The air con in your car was the only thing getting you through the drive, bare thighs sticking to the leather of the seat. You parked, staring up at the big house. You jumped when someone knocked on your window.

“Hey,” you said, stepping out of your car.

“So they roped you into this too, huh?” Emily said, closing the door for you, trapping you against the car. Your eyes flicked down her body, a tank top and jeans covering whatever swimsuit she had on. You hadn’t thought about the possibility of seeing her in one when you’d agreed to come.

“Are you kidding? Free pool and free drinks? Count me in,” you said.

She chuckled, those dark eyes sweeping over you. Your skin felt on fire and you couldn’t tell if it was from the heat wave or from the sexy woman in front of you.

“Earlier, at the office,” she said, that tongue you’d dreamt about dragging along her lower lip, “when you were talking about-“

“Are you two going to stand out there all night or are you going to come get wet?”

You jumped, back hitting the side of your car as you startled. Garcia was standing in the doorway, looking at the two of you like you’d both lost your minds. You laughed, trying to cover the dirty thoughts slipping through your mind at Garcia’s words.

“Come on,” you said.

You slipped past her, body brushing against hers. Her eyes were still trained on you, sweeping over your body, and you were trying your best not to read too much into it. You combed your fingers through your hair, pulling it up into a ponytail to get it off the sticky skin of your neck. With your back to her, you missed the way Emily watched you, eyes darkening and lips pulling up into a smirk.

You were quick to pick up an ice cold beer as you passed through the kitchen, plucking it from the cooler. Derek flung his arm over your shoulders, already dripping from the pool. You wrinkled your nose, shoving his arm off you.

“What took you so long?” Morgan asked, “changing into more pool appropriate jewellery?”

“You keep that up and you’ll never get out of that pool,” you replied.

“Do you have to change them to make them pool safe?” Garcia asked.

“Change what?” Spencer asked, dipping his toe into the pool, trousers rolled up to his ankles.

“My piercings. They’re the big news of the day,” you replied, “we’re not talking about this any more.”

“But you don’t have your ears-“

You shoved Reid in the shoulder. His arms windmilled before he fell forward, a large splash going up, water landing on your bare legs. You bit down on your lip, trying to keep the giggles in. They burst from you, unwilling to be contained. He was gasping for air when he emerged from the water, hair plastered to his face.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Emily chided, coming up behind you.

“I told him we weren’t talking about it anymore,” you said.

“Of course you were,” she said.

You weren’t expecting her hands landing on your shoulders, warm through the thin cotton of your shirt. With very little effort, she shoved you backwards, straight into the cold water of the pool. Your shriek was cut off as you went under.

Spluttering, you surfaced from the water. The laughter was surrounding you. You rolled your eyes, pulling yourself out of the pool, offering a hand to Reid to pull him out after you.

“Alright, point taken,” you said, “can we stop talking about my nipples now?”

“Oh.” Spencer’s face turned into a tomato.

You reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. Wringing it out over the pool, you didn’t notice the way Emily’s eyes were lingering on your bare skin, water dripping down your body. You turned, slinging the shirt over one of the loungers, once again failing to notice how Emily’s eyes lingered where your piercings were pressing up against your bikini top.

“Alright, I’m getting another beer since mine is now at the bottom of the pool,” you said, “spoils to the victors I guess.”

Stripping your sneakers and socks off, you left them on the deck and stepped back into the kitchen. Bending, you rummaged through the ice and the cans for a bottle. You stood, empty handed, disappointment making you sigh.

“Oh, have we already run out?”

You jerked, spinning towards the woman you hadn’t heard follow you. Bumping into her, something cold sloshed over your skin. The bottle held in her hand was sweating in the warm air and the scent of beer was on the air.

“I’m so sorry,” Emily said, finger swiping through the beer clinging to your skin, right over the soft skin beside the wet fabric of your bikini.

“It’s alright. It was an accident,” you said, breath catching, heart thudding, skin heating.

“You might want to clean up. We wouldn’t want you to be so…” She raised her dark eyes from where she’d been watching her finger trail through the beer on your skin, “sticky.”

You stumbled back a step from her, heart racing. You had no idea what was going through her head but all you could think was how you wanted her tongue to trace the same route as her finger.

“I’m going to… go wash this off,” you said, slipping past her.

Her eyes followed you out of the room and this time you did notice. You weren’t fleeing but you were strategically retreating or else you might beg her lick you clean. You closed the door, giving yourself room to breathe again.

Turning on the faucet, you dabbed at the trail of drying beer on your skin. When you looked up again you found the door opening and a dark haired figure sliding into the bathroom with you. Your eyes widened when they met Emily’s in the mirror.

“Sorry. I’ll just be a second,” you said.

“No rush,” she hummed.

Reaching around you, she placed the glass bottle down on the edge of the sink, arm brushing against the dip of your waist. You stilled, frozen from how close she was, staring into her face. Lips pulled up into a confident smirk. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, holding your breath as she seemed to draw even closer.

“I was hoping to get you alone tonight. I have a favour to ask,” she said, voice deepening as her eyes swept down again, focusing on your bare skin and the way your hardened nipples were showing through your bikini top.

“Oh?” you squeaked.

“Will you show me your piercings?” she asked.

You stuttered over an answer, cheeks heating as the thought of showing her filled your head. Your head quickly emptied of thoughts as her finger came up, playing with the string of your bikini. It brushed up over your collarbone before gently running over your pulse point. She watched you as she gently tugged on it, snapping it back against your skin.

“Please?” she asked, voice lowering until it was an intimate whisper.

“Alright,” you said, breathless, desperate, her touch making you a mess with so little effort.

She stepped back, her hand slipping from you. You took a deep shuddering breath, reaching up to slowly pull the knot free. Her tongue dragged along her lower lip as your top slid free, exposing your chest to her. One hand came up, resting against your ribs, steadying you as she stared down at your tits.

“So pretty,” she murmured.

One finger gently tapped on the ball at the end of the bar of one of the piercings. Your sharp inhalation brought her eyes up to yours, smouldering as she did it again. You weren’t aware of arching your back, pushing them towards her but her satisfied smirk was answer enough.

“Does that feel good, princess?” she asked. That nickname sent a jolt of pleasure right between your thighs.

“Uh huh,” you replied.

She gently tugged on the other, your small whimper making her chuckle.

“Use you words, princess,” she said.

“Feels so good,” you replied.

She did it again, a little rougher. Her name was a soft sigh, arching even further, practically begging her to continue. She complied, both hands playing with the jewellery in your nipples. Your fingers clutched at the counter, holding you up as you lent backwards.

“And what do you say when I make you feel so good?” she murmured, drawing closer.

“Thank you, daddy,” slipped from between your lips, surprising you. Your eyes widened, an apology ready, until you saw the way her eyes darkened, a sharp tug on one piercing then the other making you forget why you should.

She lent forward, breath ghosting over your hardened nipples. You froze, waiting to see what she was about to do. Her pink tongue ran along the length of one bar. Your moan was embarrassing in your ears but her hands were wrapped around your ribs, holding you in place as she did the same thing to the other one. She hummed, doing it again, transitioning from metal to flesh back to metal.

The clack of her teeth against the metal startled you until she tugged again, lips brushing flesh. Your knees were turning to jelly and you were gasping for air, but she held you in place as she played with your jewellery. Your head tipped back, fingers tangling in her dark hair as you pressed her closer. She hummed again, taking your nippled in her mouth, tongue playing with the piercing.

The throbbing between your legs was growing and you could feel how wet you were. You wanted her. You wanted her so badly it was like a physical thing, lodged in your chest. The vibration of her moan while her eyes looked up at you made you make small noise in the back of your throat.

Her teeth closed on the metal, tugging on it to the point of pain curling around the pleasure. The way you moaned her name was filthy, embarrassing in how desperate you were. Her hand was gentle as it skimmed up your body for those long fingers wrapped around your throat. She tugged on your piercing again, fingers tightening just enough for your whine to be quiet.

“Now you’re going to be good for daddy, aren’t you?” she said.

“Yes,” you breathed, not even sure what you were agreeing to.

“Then be good for daddy and turn around.”

You scrambled to follow her instructions, turning to face the mirror. Your eyes were blown wide in the mirror, wild and desperate. Her fingers curled around your throat again, the prettiest necklace you could imagine. With one foot she knocked both of yours apart, her other hand reaching around your body to play with the button of your denim shorts.

“You’re so good at following my instructions,” she murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear. You felt breathless, and not just from the tightening pressure on your throat.

“Do you see how pretty you are? Looking so lovely for daddy. Wearing such pretty jewellery for me. Flaunting this body. Do you know what you do to me?” she continued, the hand on the waistband of your shorts trailing up, playing with one of your piercings again.

“Those tight little skirts in the office, watching me like you’re just waiting for me to bend you over my desk, asking for discipline. You want me to give you my full attention, don’t you princess?”

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“And that’s why you decided to show off to everyone today, isn’t it? I noticed the way you arched your back, wanting everyone to see these pretty little piercings. Did you want everyone to be imagining what you look like like this, your beautiful body on display, just perfect for my hands to play with? Such a little slut trying to get my attention.”

Her fingers tightened again around your neck. Those dark eyes were watching you, the cocky smirk on her lips only making you shift closer, pressing your hips backwards towards her. You brushed against a bulge in her pants, confusion marring your features before realisation dawned over your face.

“Do you want daddy’s cock, princess?” she asked.

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Then beg for it.”

Her eyes met yours in the mirror, waiting with a patience you did not feel.

“Please, daddy. I want your cock so bad. I need it. I need to feel you inside me. Please,” you pleaded, “please fuck me, daddy. I’ll be so good for you. I want you so much.”

Her hand trailed back down to your shorts, unbuttoning them.

“That’s my good girl,” she said.

She tugged your shorts down, your bikini bottom following close behind. You kicked them away as she tugged her hips back, the bulge in her pants brushing against the bare skin of your ass. A small whine fell from your lips, pressing further backwards.

A finger passed through your folds, gathering your wetness before it ghosted over your clit. If not for the hand still wrapped around your throat, your head would have fallen forward with a small groan. Her throaty chuckle as she teased you only made you whine, begging her for more. She held your eyes in the mirror, finger dipping into your entrance, just barely, stealing your breath again.

“Look at how desperate you are. Such a desperate little slut begging for daddy’s cock. Pretty little whore wanting to please me.”

Her hand disappeared from between your legs and the sound of a zipper made you shiver. The warmth of her body pressed against your back. Your fingers clenched around the edge of the sink, knees turning to jelly.

She held you steady, one hand on your hip as the tip of her strap teased your entrance. She gave a shallow thrust, the strap stroking through your folds. Your breath turned shaky and her fingers tightened just a little bit more, enough that you could only just suck air into your lungs.

“You’re going to make such a mess on daddy’s cock. You’re dripping. Is all this for me?”

“Yes,” came out as a strangled groan, “all for you.”

“That’s my good girl.”

She was slow to push into you, so controlled in contrast to how desperation burned through your veins. Her dark eyes were watching you in the mirror, cataloguing the way pleasure rippled over your face and a moan fell from your lips. She pushed in to the hilt, hips flushed with yours. Pausing there, she let you feel how perfectly she filled you. You wriggled your hips, wanting more, the throbbing more than you could deal with.

“Use your words, princess,” she chided, holding you still.

“Please fuck me, daddy. Please,” you whined, “need you so bad.”

“Good girl.”

She pulled out until only the tip of the cock was left before slamming into you. The cry that left your lips would have embarrassed you if a wave of pleasure wasn’t rolling over you. Your fingers clenched, holding on tight as she dragged the strap out, pausing for too long before plunging in again.

The pace she set was relentless. Harsh and rough, she maintained eye contact with you, fingers clenching around your throat the moment it looked as if you were about to look away. Her other hand was finding its home between your thigh, circling your clit, a slow contrast to her thrusts. The mumbled encouragements in your ears were only setting fire to your bloodstream.

“You’re taking it so well for daddy,” she murmured, “such a pretty pussy hungry for daddy’s cock. My little cock slut.”

“Thank you, daddy,” you sighed.

“So polite.” She sounded so pleased with you.

You moaned as her pace picked up, slamming into you. Her thumb was grinding down on your bundle of nerves and you could feel her panting breath against your skin. Her hand was tightening around your throat, cutting off your air supply. You watched her in the mirror watching you. You met her thrust for thrust, pressing your hips back to hers. You felt so full with her inside of you, her cock emptying your head of anything but her and the way she made you feel hazy with pleasure.

“I’m so close, daddy,” you whimpered.

“No cumming without permission, princess,” she told you, not bothering to slow her pace.

You did your best, holding yourself back, trying so hard not to orgasm. You wanted to be her good girl. To do what she asked you. To please her.

“Look at how pretty your pussy is when I fuck into it. It was made for my cock, wasn’t it, princess? Made just for me to use,” she murmured, hips driving into you.

She wasn’t holding back. She was watching you, so closely, making sure you followed her instructions. From the curl of her lips she knew how hard you were trying and how difficult she was making it for you. Each thrust of her cock hit that place within you that made your legs tremble and your blood sing. Over and over, thumb grinding, the pleasure was turning painful as you held yourself back.

“Please, daddy. Need to cum so bad,” you begged, tears beginning to gather in the corner of your eyes.

“Not yet, princess. Keep making daddy feel good,” she said, “you’re doing so well for me.”

You sobbed, so close to coming undone but determined to be a good girl for her. She kept pounding into you, her praise only making it harder to hold on. With a tight grip, she cut off your air supply completely. Her eyes found yours in the mirror again, and her lips ticked up into a smirk.

“Okay, cum for me, princess,” she said.

It crashed into you the moment you let it. Pleasure ripped through you, wave after wave. You sobbed out your thanks, hips stuttering as you felt yourself begin to collapse forward. The hand around your throat kept you up as she fucked you through the orgasm.

She released you, letting you fall over the sink. Her thrusting slowed until she was sheathed within you, holding you, hands gentle until you caught your breath. Sweat slicked your skin and your breathing was uneven, but when you looked in the mirror your eyes were bright and your smile lazy.

“You were so good for me, princess. Such a good girl. So perfect for me,” she praised, “you did so well.”

She pulled out of you, the feeling of being full disappearing with her. She lowered you onto the edge of the bath, so gentle. Looking up, still with her tank top on and the cock between her legs, you found yourself staring. She’d just made you cum harder than ever in your life and you wanted her to touch you again.

With sure hands, she wetted a flannel before kneeling in front of you, cleaning the sticky arousal from your skin. You melted, watching her clean you up. You reached out, running your hand through her hair. She smiled up at you, fingers trailing over the skin of your legs. Her lips pressed to the inside of your knee and you softened.

“Was that okay?” she asked, “were you okay with that?”

“More than.” You lent forward, cupping her cheeks, “I’ve wanted you for so long, Emily. This was basically my dream coming true.”

“Mine too,” she said, looking up at you.

“Maybe we could do this again,” you said, doing your best not to worry she was about to tell you this was a one time thing. She pushed the hair that had fallen from your ponytail behind your ear.

“Oh, we’re definitely doing this again,” she said, raising from her knees, “I plan on having you in every way possible.”

You heated at the thought. She tucked her strap on back into her trousers, pulling them up and re-buttoning them. She lent forward again, catching your chin between thumb and forefinger. Her lips pressed to yours, so quick it left you wanting more.

“Enjoy the beer, princess,” she said, tapping on the ball of one of your piercings, making you hiss, “you’ve earned it.”

She slipped out of the bathroom, leaving you alone to redress and try to not look like you’d just been fucked in Rossi’s bathroom. The smile on your face was a dead give away. You fixed your ponytail and pulled on your damp clothes, watching yourself in the mirror. Picking up the bottle left for you, you took a long drink from it, your lips where Emily’s had been not so long ago. Your smile refused to dim.

Maybe the heatwave wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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