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[thisismyhell]

Talking Back

Summary: you're the newest on the team, but instead of getting the newbie roasts, you join in on making Reid the constant punching bag. He's getting tired of the public humiliation, even though it turns him on a little bit.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: humiliation, making out, heavy petting, hickeys, hand job

You were sitting in the briefing room reading your respective files. It was a slow day and you were brainstorming helpful pointers for a local precinct. Without having to get on the jet, the room had no urgency. Sitting relaxed in your chair you went over the facts in your file, thinking about your own profile before contributing. 

Spencer sat across from you and was trying to act casual. Everyone was focused on their tasks but he couldn’t get himself to concentrate for too long without looking back up at you. He had been looking at the same page for 3 minutes and he was worried someone else was going to notice and ask him what was wrong. He was prepared to lie but didn’t want to if he didn’t have to. 

He was fidgeting with his hair, moving it behind his ear too often and almost choking out of awkwardness. His brow was sweating but it was August so he had an excuse ready. He watched as you chewed on the end of your pencil. 

“Y/n you know it isn’t healthy to put pencils in your mouth, you could end up poisoning yourself over time.”

“I’m chewing the erasure Spence. Like an oral fixation or whatever.”

He almost starts crying from how fast he blinks repeatedly. He doesn’t know what to say to you. Over the months you have been on the team, you have rendered him speechless multiple times and he’s really starting to hate it. Out of everyone on the team it’s you who makes him flustered and embarrassed. He wishes he had the guts to get mad at you for it but something tells him you’d see right through it. 

Spencer remembers a time a few months ago when he had to discipline you over not following protocol in the field. It was just the two of you following someone and you went forward without his knowing. You were still new and you were mandated to follow him, not the other way around. Everything went accordingly, but he wasn’t in the room first. He pulled you aside saying, “y.n, you cannot do that again” with his hand gripping your forearm. 

“Reid relax, everything’s fine”

“No it’s not fine, you can’t just go on your own like that you’re new!”

You glanced down at his grip on you, raising your eyebrows. He noticed and let you go. He tried a different tactic and stood up straighter towards you. He was already taller than you but he was really trying to make a point out of it this time. 

“Listen just- just don’t make a habit out of it.”

You giggled and walked away. That in itself was also unprofessional, and both of you knew it, but you knew that he didn’t actually care about the rules right now. He felt weird that you dominated him in this social situation and didn’t know how to react to you like he did with Emily. 

Reid prides himself on being composed and intellectual. When you entered his life you spun him around and made him second guess many many things. Women weren’t a problem for him, this he knew. He is friends with Emily, JJ, Garcia, Elle, this part wasn’t the issue. The issue was that not only were you a woman, but you weren’t listening to him. You were the newest on the team and you seemed to respect everyone else equally. But with Spencer, it was anyone’s guess. 

You knew you were the fresh meat and you also knew that a man like Reid is always the punching bag. You wanted to play along and bypass your newbie roasting. Everyone was catching on to this except Reid. 

He was still looking at you when you finally put the pencil down and he exhaled. 

“You happy now, spence? I won’t poison myself.”

He gulps but doesn’t answer. He just looks back down at his file. Hotch comes back in the room with more papers and passes them to Emily to pass the rest down around the table. You take yours and lean over to pass the last one to Reid. He looks up and notices the top button on your top has become loose. He imagines what would happen if the other buttons simply fell apart revealing your chest.

He’s still in his fantasy when his fingertips touch your knuckles. He’s never touched your hands before and they’re softer than he thought. He can smell your deodorant and perfume too. He hopes some of it will linger on him so he can remember this moment again later. 

“Reid? The paper?”

He pulls it from your hand and busies himself with reading it. After a few moments he hears you whispering to Emily. He assumes it’s about his weird behaviour and doesn’t want to wait and find out. He gets up awkwardly from his chair and it swivels around him, almost tripping him. You giggle again and try to hide it but it’s too late. You watch as he nervously excuses himself to the bathroom. 

Entering the bathroom he thanks god it’s empty. He has to deal with the stretch in his pants and he’s running through the ways to get rid of it. Should he touch himself? Or should he run through unpleasant thoughts until it subsides?

He’s leaning over the sink and staring at himself in the mirror when he hears the door open. He moves to enter a stall for privacy but when he turns around he meets your eyes. You’re looking at him with a smirk and he hates you. Of course you’re here right now with him, of fucking course. You just love getting under his skin like this. 

“You wanna talk about that?”

“You shouldn’t be in here.”

“That’s not what I asked about. I said, do you want to talk about that?”

He shakes his head but you stalk closer to him anyway. He wants you to back out the door and forget this ever happened. He wants you to pounce on him and make it go away for him. He wants to make you feel humiliated like he does, and wonders if it would turn you on too. 

You’re in front of him now, pressing him against the counter without even touching him. If he had this kind of power over you, things would be different. He wouldn’t have to use his intellect or his body. You would just succumb to him without the fanfare. 

“Can I touch you?”

“I don’t think I have ever heard you ask permission to do something, y/n”

You look up at him with your big doe eyes, putting your hand on his tie, “I don’t like making a habit of it. Well?”

“Please…”

“Please…what?”

“God y/n..please…please just touch me.”

And you put your mouth on his. He’s finally tasting you and he starts to whimper. You eat it up as it eggs you on. You keep eating him up and he can barely stand it. If he was too tight in his pants before, now it’s almost painful. 

You put your hand over it and push, making a moan escape his mouth into yours. 

“Please…y/n…please..”

“What? What is it baby, what do you want?”

“Touch me. Please just- just touch me.”

You unzip his pants and put your hand inside. Spencer pulls his head away from you and you watch each other. His dick is in your hands and he’s whimpering as you put on the most innocent face you can manage. His jaw opens and you admire the sharpness. He’s so beautiful, how could you pass up this opportunity of obsession? 

Spencer barely has any energy left in him and he knows he’s going to finish any second. He leans his head into your neck and starts to suck, wanting to leave a mark. At least this way you won’t be able to ignore this afterwards. This can be a way for him to talk to you about this again, maybe make it happen again. 

“Y/vn, y/n I’m gonna….I’m gonna-”

He finished in your hand before he could say your name again. He coats your palm and you keep going until he tears up. He’s already getting hard again.

“I think you can do better than that, baby.”

He just wants to please you. He isn’t even touching you but he just wants to make you feel good this way if he can. He’ll touch you another time, when he brings up the hickey. He’ll tell you he likes the way his hickey looks on you and then he can be the one to touch you. 

He’s so hard he’s crying and can’t help it. Your hand just feels so good and you deserve to know just how good you are making him feel. This feeling is all your fault and you know that. You’re dragging it out of him whether he likes it or not. 

He finishes again and grabs the counter behind him to steady himself. You’re kissing his neck and calling him a good boy, saying he did so well. 

“Good boy Spencer. I knew you could do it for me, huh? Didn’t I say so?”

“Yes…yes you did y/n.”

Before you have the chance to walk away he grabs you and pulls you into his chest. He’s kissing you like he wishes he kissed you when he disciplined you. With his mouth on you and his hands gripping you, he turns you around so you’re pressed into the counter this time. You let him and he realizes this. You could easily push him away but you aren’t letting him. You’re right where you want to be. 

Spence kisses you hungrily while grabbing your ass, not wanting to miss the opportunity. He knows you can do so much better than him and he doesn’t want to take the chance. He sucks another hickey onto the other side of your neck and you let him. 

Of course you’ll want to do this again with him, but you enjoy messing with him more. You unbutton your shirt and he mouths down your chest, sucking and biting. It’s starting to hurt you but you like it. You like the passion he has and you don’t mind the marks he leaves. You’d let the boy cover you. 

Just as you start unclasping your bra, both your phones go off. You pull apart from each other and check the message. You have another case and have to get back to the meeting room ASAP. 

His hair is a mess and you’re both sweating. Reid buttons your shirt for you without being asked, and you move to fix his hair. He lets you. You’re both unsure of how to walk back into that room, but he knows he’ll end up letting you go first.

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Stuck in the Elevator | pt. 2

Summary: getting drinks at the bar after work, you take advantage of the doctor's willingness to follow you. When the stakes are raised, can he build the confidence to return the favour?

pt. 1

Warnings: smut, making out, oral (m receiving), dom!reader, sub!spencer

Since the incident in the elevator, Spencer couldn’t stop running your words through his brain. You told him you owed him. The two of you had touched each other in the elevator, and he finished in his pants. He didn’t mean to do this but you seemed to have that effect on him. 

“Spence, you coming for drinks with us?” You asked him a simple question but he shot up at his desk like he heard a gun go off. You giggled at this, always amused at his reactions to you. You leaned over his desk, looking him up and down, “Well? Are you?”

“Um-yeah, sure? Who, who else is going?”

“Us and the team, been a hard day is all. Emily figured we could use it.”

Emily. He knew she was behind something but he wasn’t sure what. Whatever was about to happen at the bar tonight, he’d be sure to remember her name was somehow behind it. 

Spencer arrives last to the bar and realizes there is only one spot left in the booth with the team, and it is beside you. He sits down beside you with his drink, and you raise your glass to cheers him. “Wait, we have to make eye contact while we cheers”, “why?”

“It’s 7 years of bad sex if we don’t”. You hold his eye contact and watch as his cheeks darken, he fixes his glasses before clinking your glass with his. You’re drinking a margarita and you take the time to lick the salt off the rim of your glass before taking a sip. Spencer notices and almost chokes on his whiskey. You giggle at his mistake and put your hand on his thigh, making sure he was okay. 

He’s about to say something to you but you turn away and join back in the group conversation. Spencer tries his best but you still have your hand on his leg and his breathing has changed. 

“So y/n.. I always see you on the apps at work. Any luck with all that?” Emily prods you. 

“Listen, I just need a good lay. It’s not the same doing it by myself, ya know?”

“Oh I know, sugar. Trust me, there’s plenty of men and women in this bar that would be happy to help.” Garcia points around to prove her point, not necessarily looking at Spencer. 

Emily definitely knew about your interaction in the elevator, but did anyone else? Was Garcia implying that Reid couldn’t help you with this? He knows female anatomy, and he knew he was on the right track. He ran out of time, that was all. He could have made you finish if the dumb elevator had stayed put. He takes another sip of his drink and feels your grip on him strengthen. As he puts the glass back down, your hand starts creeping up his thigh. If your hand got any closer you’d be able to feel how hard he was getting. 

“The vibe is immaculate at this table, but I really think we ought to be dancing!” Garcia exclaims, pulling Emily out of the booth and onto the dancefloor. Reid exits the booth to let you out and sits back down, but not before you grab his ass on the way. 

He gulps and sits to watch you and the girls dance, finally letting loose after a long week. 

“Reid, I think that girl at the bar is eyeing you” Morgan points out. 

Spencer looks over and notices the blonde at the bar, ‘Oh, yeah I guess so”. 

“Sooo, you gonna go get her a drink? Or should I?”

“I’m not interested. Go ahead.”

Morgan leaves him alone in the booth to pursue a more interesting night. 

Spencer looks back over to the dance floor, seeing you, Emily and Garcia dancing together. You’re wearing a black tanktop and jeans, showing off your body without your regular uniform. The BAU is pretty lenient with your dress code when you’re not in the field, but Reid had never seen your shoulders on display like this. Even from his seat he can see the sweat on your body and your hair clinking to it. He wishes he was the one to make you sweat. Your shirt is riding up and he has a perfect view of your tummy and your ass as you dance around. 

Reid realizes how uncomfortable his pants have become, and when he looks down he positions his legs further under the table. He has to get to the bathroom, but he has to go through the dance floor in order to do that. He would have to walk right through you, and he knows that won’t go well. 

He takes a beat and makes the decision. Standing up and making his way to the bathroom, he tried to go around you. Obviously that wasn’t going to work, and you snag your finger in his belt loop as he passes. Pulling him closer by his hips to yours, you can feel what he was trying to hide. 

“God, you’re so easy” you purr against his ear. 

“I-, I don’t know what you’re talking about”. 

“The music’s too loud, I can’t hear whatever you’re lying about.”

You put your mouth on his and he gives in embarrassingly quickly. You notice how nervous he is and you take his hands and place them on your waist as you put your tongue down his throat. You feel him groan into you and he feels a small amount of shame being in public like this. But he can’t help it. He can smell you even better and feel your sweat against him. With his hands on your bare waist, he puts the tips of his fingers just below your tank. 

You put your arms around his neck and melt into him, trying to get him to calm down. Even though you can feel his boner, his hands are shaking and he keeps trying to pull away and talk to you. 

Finally pulling away, you look right at him. “Are you trying to talk to me? Right now?”

“Y/n, I was just- I mean we’re right out in front-”

You take his wrist and drag him to the bathroom he was trying to get to. He’s mumbling the way there and you keep rolling your eyes. Once in the bathroom, you lock the door and press his body against it. “What are you talking about? Will you shut up?”

“I was trying to say that anyone could see us, that we weren’t in private even though you were touching-”

“I know anyone could have seen us. If you weren’t busy kissing me you would have notices multiple other couples doing the same thing”

“Other couples? Are we-”

“Doctor, you aren’t paying attention.” Spencer had failed to notice that while he was stuttering, you managed to unbutton his pants and undo his belt buckle. You could see the pattern of his boxer briefs and he was blushing. 

“Math equations?”

“I feel like that isn’t surprising all things considered-”

He stopped talking as you kneeled down on the ground, taking his pants and underwear with you. He sprung free, touching his belly button. 

“Baby…”

“Y/n! I- last time you made me-”

He shut up when you put him in your mouth, looking up at him with doe eyes. His mouth was open looking down at you, feeling his tip touch the back of your throat. It all happened so fast he wasn’t able to process it quick enough. Once your mouth started moving, his head hit the door and he succumbed to the feeling. You held his balls in your hand and jerked what couldn’t fit in your mouth. 

Spencer was trying to breathe deeply, but all his breaths were coming out shallow and high pitched. Pulling your mouth off you asked, “has anyone ever done this to you before, baby?”

He looked down at you, watching you jerk him off with spit dripping down your chin. 

“No…you’re the first, y/n…you’re…the first…”

This brought you joy, being the first to suck his pretty cock. How could it not? You put him back in your mouth and began sucking, running your tongue over him. Reid couldn’t even try to hold back, simply overcome with pleasure he had never experienced before. He began thrusting into you, gently placing his hand on the top of your head. You took his hand and forced him to grab your hair, making him mouth fuck you harder. 

This spurred him on and he felt less guilty about what he was doing. Still vulnerable, but less scared. He thrusted into your mouth and he savoured the feeling of your tongue on this new part of him. And you seemed to like it. To really, really like it. 

He was whimpering and you were trying to grind down on something but you couldn’t. Nothing was there for you to feel yet, but soon. You began to go faster, trying to make him finish down your throat. 

“Y/n, I-, I’m gonna-”

You broke away, “do it, Doctor, I dare you” then continued your actions. 

He couldn’t help it. You looked so pretty on your knees, and he had the perfect view down your shirt. He could see your ass sticking out behind you with your knees digging into the hard floor. Your eyes were glossy looking up at him with spit dripping down your chin. His cock was in your mouth and he was outwardly whimpering, almost crying out of pleasure. He couldn’t help it, he had no choice but to finish just like this. 

So he did. He moaned as his jaw slackened, holding your eye contact as you swallowed. You kept going until he was finished, almost over stimulating him until he pulled himself out of your mouth himself. He realized then that you would have kept going if he didn’t stop you. 

You wiped your mouth on his thigh, leaving some of the evidence behind. Standing back up you kissed him before he could catch his breath. He could taste himself on your tongue and he didn’t mind. It was like taking a claim, further proof of what had just happened. You had his taste in your mouth and he was hoping it stayed there long enough to remember. 

“Did you-, did you enjoy that?” he asks sheepishly. 

“Baby. Don’t be stupid.” You kissed him one last time before opening the door and walking back to the bar. 

Spencer was left behind, cleaning himself up in the bathroom before leaving. He needed to gain some confidence. You have made him finish twice now and he hasn’t been able to return the favour. He thinks that you believe he can’t do it. He washes his hands and follows you. 

You’re dancing with Garcia when you feel a hand grab your waist, leading you away and towards the door. 

“We’re leaving.” Reid tells you, not a question. 

“Finally. It’s about time.”

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Stuck in the Elevator

Summary: you and spencer spend a lot of time looking at each other. when you're having a rotten day, can he make you feel any better? even with a broken elevator, spencer manages to make an impression.

Warnings: first kiss, making out, oral (f receiving), cumming in pants, sub!spence, dom!reader, y/n used.

Spencer Reid had a dorky stoicism to him. He was quiet in the room until he had information to dump and rarely spoke of his personal life. This was why his friends and colleagues compared him to a robot wearing glasses. 

Usually he began his work day in the break room, putting black coffee in an FBI mug and adding packets and packets of sugar to make it a treat. He’d then bring his mug back to his desk where he would unpack his messenger bag and start his computer. Usually you would then arrive with a muffin for him, always wanting him to eat more than he did. 

But today, you weren’t at your desk yet, today there was no muffin for Reid. He notices his routine change and looks around the bullpen in search of you. You two had desks facing each other and would often have friendly exchanges throughout the day. Spencer enjoyed these moments, and when he looked around and didn’t see you, his mood shifted. 

Suddenly he saw you rushing into the office, no muffin in hand. He realizes it must have started raining because you’re carrying your wet umbrella limply at your side, and you're all wet. His brows furrow, noticing how upset you appear. You frown sitting down, tucking your umbrella under your desk. 

“Are you okay?”

“No..I got all wet running from the bus”, you pout. 

“At least you’re wearing all black, you can’t even tell you’re soaked”. You smile at this and Reid is happy to have been the reason. It’s common for you to be wearing dark clothes, never having outgrown your goth phase. 

“I guess you’re right Spence, otherwise this would be a whole wet tshirt contest”. Reid felt heat rising to his face, assuming he was blushing. He didn’t want to think about you in a white tshirt soaking wet, sitting right in front of him. He could barely hold eye contact with you as it was, he didn’t need another reason to look away. 

Your mood stayed somewhat sour throughout the workday, Reid not wanting to push your buttons with too many unnecessary info dumps. Huffing at your desk, you got up to get another coffee. Once you left, Emily took notice of Reid finally relaxing his shoulders. 

“Nervous much?” she couldn’t help but giggle softly. 

“What? No, I-. She’s just upset. I don’t want to make her upset.”

“Reid, I don’t think there’s much you could do that would upset her”. Reid thought about this as Emily turned back to her work, not sure what she meant. The two of you were close, sure, but only because you could stand next to each other longer than you could stand next to others. You got along with everyone but when in a room full of the team, you naturally gravitated to stand with Spencer. He wasn’t sure why you did this, but he sure as hell noticed. He would often tense up at first but soon relax once he remembered you didn’t bring any negative energy. He wasn’t sure why he tensed around you, but the relaxation afterwards was worth the first hit. Maybe Emily noticed this too. 

“DAMMIT!”

Reid heard you yelp in the kitchen and rushed over. “Y/n what’s wrong? Are you okay?”, he was looking you over, making sure you weren’t hurt. “I fucking forgot my phone in the lobby. They had to check it for something on my way up and I forgot it at the desk. Stupid.”

“I’ll go down and get it for you, don’t worry about it.”

“No, no. It's fine. I’ll go get it. I don’t want to bother you.”

“Y/n you could never bother me. Besides, it’s a slow day. I could use the walk.”

The two of you walk to the elevators in comfortable silence. He could tell you’re trying to calm down and he just wants the chance to help. Once you get in the elevator and start heading down, it jolts and stops. The lights flicker and an announcement comes over the speaker, “sorry guys, we had to restart the power. Fire safety thing. You’ll be out in a few minutes if all goes smoothly.”

“Awesome. First I get soaked on the way in, then I lose my phone downstairs, and now I’m going to die in a tiny box as it plummets to the basement. Am I missing anything, Spence?”

He looks at your pout, enjoying it but wanting to make it better at the same time. “You forgot that you’re stuck in here with me while we both die at work.”

You give him a soft smile, but he can see in your eyes that you want to smile more. You just don’t have the energy. “Thanks. I guess being claustrophobic was gonna catch up with me at some point here”. 

“I didn’t know you were claustrophobic?”

“I mean, I guess it just hasn’t come up yet”. You lean against the wall facing him, trying to do your breathing exercises with your eyes closed. 

“Do those help you?”

“Not really. I think it’s just a placebo honestly.”

“Is it working?”

You open your eyes to look right at Reid, seeing how his eyes look right at you too. You shake your head no, and he watches as you start to hyperventilate. Your day was going so shitty, and this was your last straw. You run your hands through your hair and start to lightly bang your head against the wall. 

“Y/n stop it! Stop!-” Spencer pushes himself over to you, grabbing your cheeks to keep you from banging your head. He looks into your eyes and sees you look down at his lips. He thinks about every time he has looked up at you only to notice that you were already looking at him. You always kept looking when it became too much for him and he’d look back down at his work. He thought about how good you smelled standing right up against him and he thought about how your bodies were pressed against each other and that you were pressed against the wall. He noticed that your breathing had steadied, and you had put your hands on his wrists. 

Reid swallowed his fear and leaned in. You waited for him to make the first move before you kissed him back. With your two bodies now fully against each other, he couldn’t help but press into you harder to make sure you weren’t going anywhere. You bit his bottom lip and he groaned. He couldn’t help it, you smelled so good and tasted even better. You could feel his slacks beginning to harden and it helped your confidence. With this physical response, there was no going back. 

Spencer moved his knee in between your legs and he felt you take advantage. You stop kissing him to mouth down his neck, biting and leaving a mark. 

“Ouch! Y/b what are you-” He quiets once you find the sweet spot, giving himself over to the feeling. 

“You like that, pretty boy?” He inhales in response, eliciting a squeak. “Yeah, I thought so.”

“Is this…is this making you feel better?”

You take his hand and put it under your skirt where he can feel you. “Does this answer your question?”

He groans again, staring into your eyes as he feels you. He shifts slightly, asking permission. You nod your head and stare at each other as he continues. With one hand gripping your waist and the other between your legs, Reid doesn’t even notice his mouth hanging open. You take advantage and kiss him deeply, moaning into his mouth. “Spence…I…don’t stop. Please god, don’t stop.”

Reid proceeds, his face sweating both with concentration and arousal. He’s a bigger mess than you are and you aren’t even touching him. You put your hand on his head, pushing him down. He removes his hand and uses it to push your skirt up and move your underwear to the side. He looks up at you, but you don’t have the time. You take his hair in your hands and shove his face where it fits just right. He doesn’t waste his time, moaning into you while he does it. You grind down on his face as he grips your hips keeping you in place. You’re almost there….

“Hey guys, all is good! Elevator will start in a moment-” and you feel it jolt back awake, continuing its descent. 

Spencer jumps back up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He looks to you for reassurance, wanting to know if he did a good job or not. 

“Spence…that was…” but you notice he wants to hear more, and you hold back. You pull him in for another kiss instead, tasting yourself on his tongue. He tries to continue the kiss against the wall where you just were, but you shove him away from you with a grin on your face. 

“What? You don’t-” you both look down at Reid’s pants, suddenly darker than before. 

“Spence, did you cum in your pants?” you ask playfully. 

“I-, I didn’t mean…but you didn’t get-”

The elevator door opens and he moves to cover himself as naturally as he can. You kiss him again on the neck as you exit the elevator. “Bathroom’s over there baby” you point down the hall. “I’ll meet you back here when you’re decent”. 

Spencer shuffles to the bathroom to clean himself up while you grab your phone. Staring at himself in the mirror, he tries to gather his thoughts. He splashes water on his face before entering the stall and taking off his underwear, burying them in the garbage. He cleans up the best he can and walks back to the elevator. 

You enter the elevator, alone again, and you waste no time in pushing him against the wall. He gulps, not knowing what to expect with your hand placed so roughly against his chest. You’re a lot stronger than he remembers, but honestly he is just hoping his memory doesn’t fail him period. He never wants to forget the feeling of you pressed against his face and your hands in his hair. He’d let you take your stress out on him any time you want. 

“If I recall correctly, we were interrupted. Right?”

“...Yes”

“And it seems you got to finish and I didn’t, correct?”

“...Yes”

“Hm. It seems you owe me, Dr. Reid.”

As you say this, the elevator doors open, presenting you back to the office. Emily is standing there waiting to go downstairs. You wink at her, and she guffaws as Spencer exits behind you. 

“Reid….is that a hickey?”

[thisismyhell]

Why is your hair messed up?

imagine youre on the jet with aaron who is definitely not allowed to fly yet. Everyone else is asleep and he is trying to have some relief in the quiet but he just cant get there. "Sir, are you alright?" you ask him while rubbing his arm slowly. "No i- can you just keep doing that?", you cant tell if hes blushing but you continue regardless. Hes moved to let you touch him easier and as you continue petting him he makes the smallest groan, almost missing your ears. you smile to yourself and blush, moving your hand up higher to his shoulders. youre unsure if youre crossing a line but he hasnt nudged you or told you to stop, so you continue inching higher. your hand grazes his hair slowly at first seeing if he likes it, and move deeper into his cut when he doesnt move away. you clench your fist and lightly tug at a handful of his hair to release some tension in his scalp. his jaw comes undone as he sucks in a breath. you continue with a new fistful and he bites his lower lip, enjoying the feeling. he turns his body around and looks at you with the biggest doe eyes and lays his head on your shoulder. you can feel his breath on your neck as you continue pulling his hair. youre glad youre alone in the back of the jet with some privacy, because you dont want to stop the motions. his breath his slightly hitched as his migraine is subsiding and you feel his breath whisper "jesus... thank you y/n... thank you, dont stop". as he spoke his lips grazed your neck and you hummed. he noticed your noise and lifts his head back up to look at you in the eyes. you look at each other as your hair pulling continues, until you hear reid wake up down the aisle. you both pull away and go back to your original positions trying to look like there wasnt a heap of tension between you two. reid gets up to make some tea and notices immediately, "hotch, why is your hair all messed up?"

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should i write a full length??

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🌟 A Cry for Help: My Family’s Struggle to Survive in Gaza 🌟

Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.

We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.

💔 A Life in Ruins The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.

With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.

✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨ I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.

🙏 How You Can Help

Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.

Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.

Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.

Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.

With love and gratitude, Areej Kassab ❤️

[thisismyhell]

Professor Hotchner (Part 1)

Author's Note: im shamelessly in love with this man, sue me. This is part 1 because i was getting tired and it was getting super long. part 2 soon tho :)

Summary: you are Hotch's former psych student and hes asked you to guest lecture. of course you say yes, and of course he loves to watch you take over the room.

Shameless flirting, age gap, older prof hotch and student reader, use of y/n, two idiots.

Words: 1.8K

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Coming back to campus to visit filled a void in your body. It took so much of your life to complete your Master’s, leaving the school and never returning was never in your plan. That being said, returning to the school for the purpose of being a guest lecturer was also not in your plan. 

Professor Hotchner had reached out to you and some other former students to come visit his freshman psychology class and provide some real world experience stories. It seemed that the students would only listen to his experience so much without asking personal questions he wasn’t prepared to answer. Before his classes finals, you were coming to guest lecture the students and fill in the blanks that his stoicism created. 

You arrived on campus just after lunch and knocked on Hotch’s office door, ready to see him for the first time in years. He was one of your favourite professors, if not the favourite. He was so smart and inquisitive, always encouraging you and the other students to ask as many questions as you wished, even staying extra hours to attend one-on-one sessions to make sure everyone understood the material well enough to confidently pass. 

Hotch opens the door, and you look up at his imposing eyes and witness how they soften when he recognizes you. He conceals a grin, but you notice and return the favour. “Y/n, I was hoping you would make it” he says through a tight lipped smile. “Of course, I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to try and impress my favourite professor again”. He bows his head to hide his blush, and you’re too in your own head to notice it. “Please y/n, you can call me Aaron. We’re equals now”. “We definitely are not, but I appreciate it, Aaron”. You put your hand out to shake his, and he gives in even though the motion is ridiculous. He’s humouring you, trying to make you feel less like a past student and more like a new colleague. Even though you are technically in the same field, he still feels the desire to almost protect you, regardless of the cases he knows you have worked at this point and the violence you have seen. 

“Let me show you to the lecture hall. I know you have a tight schedule and don’t want to waste your time”. He’s so gracious with you, understanding what it’s like to have the deadlines and commitments that you do now. He’s retired from the FBI and only serves as a professor now, but he remembers his sleepless nights and need for a go-bag. “You could neve waste my time, Aaron. I’m happy to be here and I have a clear schedule to be here”. He puts his hand on the small of your back and leads you down the hall. You can smell his cologne, the same scent you remember from his office hours. The hallway becomes crowded and you huddle closer to him to not lose direction, and he welcomes your presence against his large frame.

Once you arrive in his lecture hall, he helps you set up your laptop in order to guide your presentation, explaining he will click through the slides for you as you talk. You don’t need him to do this, and there is a remote that you could use yourself, but you like having him be a part of your presentation. If he could stand up beside you for an hour you would welcome it, but you don’t want to seem incompetent either. 

The class quickly enters the hall and takes their seats, proving to you that Hotch has maintained his drill sergeant tendencies unto his students. They all greatly respect him and you can tell. Once they have all sat down and opened their laptops, he stands up in front and they are all quiet, ready to listen and obey. “Class, today we have a guest as I mentioned last week. She is an accomplished profiler in the FBI who can hold her own in the field, and I am honoured to have her speak to you all today about her real world experience. I am also honoured to once have had her as a student, who once sat right in this room only a few years ago. Please give a warm welcome to Agent y/l/n, and give her the same respect that you give me”. 

The class applauds and you blush, smitten over your introduction. “Thank you Aaron, what a wonderful way to start my first guest speaking opportunity”. You go through your slides and tell some of your favourite stories from the field, and emphasise how hard you had to work to get to where you are now. You paid close attention to the women in the room, always taking precedence over their questions first. Hotch didn’t dare chime in unless directly asked, respecting your place as the lecturer for today. 

You enjoyed speaking to the students, and every once in a while you glanced over to where Hotch was sitting in the second row, appreciating you. His large frame looked even bigger in the small student seats, seeming even more imposing if that was possible. Once you opened the floor to questions you calmed down and let yourself relax more to come across as more human. That was something Hotch had taught you before. You were wearing a black pencil skirt with nylons and sensible pumps, matching the look with a black turtleneck that hugged your figure. Since you were the youngest in your department, you wanted to come off as more mature than you thought necessary so you could establish some dominance. This was also Hotch’s idea when he found out about your FBI interview. 

You were definitely getting in your own head, because you were starting to heat up. With Hotch’s eyes on you it was almost like he was the only person in the room that could see you, and he was taking advantage of his sight point. He could see all of you from the second row, and if you asked him, he could smell you from there too. Since he opened the door for you only a couple hours ago, he couldn’t get your perfume out of his head. It was making him dizzy having you so close but so far. He had great respect for you, you had always stood out amongst your peers. You always took advantage of his office hours, and more often than not he found himself feeling claustrophobic behind his desk with you looking at him the way you always did. 

He loved watching you take control of the room, his room. You spoke so eloquently and professionally, he felt so proud. He felt proud that he taught you, but he felt more proud that he knows you, and that you know him. If he was still at the FBI he would feel almost intimidated by you and the way you could handle yourself. You never needed help, but he knew he would get on his hands and knees to find your contact lens for you if you asked. And he would love it. 

By the end of the lecture you are starting to think Hotch is checking you out, but you can’t be sure. You’ve always had a crush on the man, how could you not? He respects you and he knows how smart you are. He doesn't feel threatened by a strong woman, and he even admitted when he was wrong about something to you. Hotch would never admit this, but on more than one occasion, he would explain something in a false manner so that you would correct him on it. He loved having you raise your hand in his class and call him out on a false statement, whether it was a definition or a fact from a previous case he worked. He wanted you to feel smart in every room you were in, because you are smart. He didn’t want your confidence to falter just because he was a man at the front of the room, he was egging you on to stand up for yourself and others. 

Sitting back and watching you run the place was getting him off and he wasn’t sure what to make of that. The time was up, and Hotch dismissed his students. They politely filed out of the room, but one boy was hanging back to ask you a question at the front. He made himself look busy so the student could have a conversation, but he was still listening. “Y/n, your lecture was just amazing. I know you work for the FBI, are you in town often?”. 

“I am, I actually live in the city and commute. It’s not that difficult when you have the resources. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, I was just wondering because I know it can be stressful for a woman to travel so often. Does your boyfriend ever help you out? I just didn’t see a ring on your finger.”

Hotch grimaced, falling victim to this boy’s poor excuse at flirting with you. 

“No I don’t have a boyfriend, but I am more than capable of handling myself, thank you.”

“That’s a shame, you’re a very smart and beautiful woman. You know, I’m actually looking to join the FBI some time too, maybe you could help me out some time? Maybe over a drink you can tell me-”

You cut the boy off before he fumbles even harder, “listen, I really don’t think this is an appropriate conversation. You should probably go to your next class before you say something stupid”. 

The boy grimaces but leaves, taking your rejection. You turn around to Hotch to gather your things, but notice his face. “Something wrong, Aaron?”

“That was just very tough to watch. Sorry about that.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, he was just a kid shooting his shot, no harm done.”

You hold your bag over your shoulder and Hotch comes closer to you, “okay good, I’d hate to feel bad for him”. 

You blush and go to leave, but you realize you have forgotten your phone. Looking around for it, Hotch realizes your mistake. “Y/n, I think you may have left it in my office. I’ll walk back with you and we can grab it before I call you a cab”. He wants to call you a cab? You’re hoping to make your visit last longer, so you walk a little slower next to him on the way to his office. He notices but doesn’t point it out, enjoying walking beside you. He’s also enjoying being seen with you, a beautiful young woman who excels in her field. A field he used to be in, and he knows you would be bossing him around by now if he was still in the FBI. He’s too busy thinking about you raising your voice at him that he doesn’t realize you’ve reached his office until you point it out. “Oh, sorry y/n. I must have zoned out. Keeps happening with age”. You grin at him, “don’t worry Aaron, your age doesn’t bother me”.

[thisismyhell]

Professor Hotchner (Part 1)

Author's Note: im shamelessly in love with this man, sue me. This is part 1 because i was getting tired and it was getting super long. part 2 soon tho :)

Summary: you are Hotch's former psych student and hes asked you to guest lecture. of course you say yes, and of course he loves to watch you take over the room.

Shameless flirting, age gap, older prof hotch and student reader, use of y/n, two idiots.

Words: 1.8K

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Coming back to campus to visit filled a void in your body. It took so much of your life to complete your Master’s, leaving the school and never returning was never in your plan. That being said, returning to the school for the purpose of being a guest lecturer was also not in your plan. 

Professor Hotchner had reached out to you and some other former students to come visit his freshman psychology class and provide some real world experience stories. It seemed that the students would only listen to his experience so much without asking personal questions he wasn’t prepared to answer. Before his classes finals, you were coming to guest lecture the students and fill in the blanks that his stoicism created. 

You arrived on campus just after lunch and knocked on Hotch’s office door, ready to see him for the first time in years. He was one of your favourite professors, if not the favourite. He was so smart and inquisitive, always encouraging you and the other students to ask as many questions as you wished, even staying extra hours to attend one-on-one sessions to make sure everyone understood the material well enough to confidently pass. 

Hotch opens the door, and you look up at his imposing eyes and witness how they soften when he recognizes you. He conceals a grin, but you notice and return the favour. “Y/n, I was hoping you would make it” he says through a tight lipped smile. “Of course, I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to try and impress my favourite professor again”. He bows his head to hide his blush, and you’re too in your own head to notice it. “Please y/n, you can call me Aaron. We’re equals now”. “We definitely are not, but I appreciate it, Aaron”. You put your hand out to shake his, and he gives in even though the motion is ridiculous. He’s humouring you, trying to make you feel less like a past student and more like a new colleague. Even though you are technically in the same field, he still feels the desire to almost protect you, regardless of the cases he knows you have worked at this point and the violence you have seen. 

“Let me show you to the lecture hall. I know you have a tight schedule and don’t want to waste your time”. He’s so gracious with you, understanding what it’s like to have the deadlines and commitments that you do now. He’s retired from the FBI and only serves as a professor now, but he remembers his sleepless nights and need for a go-bag. “You could neve waste my time, Aaron. I’m happy to be here and I have a clear schedule to be here”. He puts his hand on the small of your back and leads you down the hall. You can smell his cologne, the same scent you remember from his office hours. The hallway becomes crowded and you huddle closer to him to not lose direction, and he welcomes your presence against his large frame.

Once you arrive in his lecture hall, he helps you set up your laptop in order to guide your presentation, explaining he will click through the slides for you as you talk. You don’t need him to do this, and there is a remote that you could use yourself, but you like having him be a part of your presentation. If he could stand up beside you for an hour you would welcome it, but you don’t want to seem incompetent either. 

The class quickly enters the hall and takes their seats, proving to you that Hotch has maintained his drill sergeant tendencies unto his students. They all greatly respect him and you can tell. Once they have all sat down and opened their laptops, he stands up in front and they are all quiet, ready to listen and obey. “Class, today we have a guest as I mentioned last week. She is an accomplished profiler in the FBI who can hold her own in the field, and I am honoured to have her speak to you all today about her real world experience. I am also honoured to once have had her as a student, who once sat right in this room only a few years ago. Please give a warm welcome to Agent y/l/n, and give her the same respect that you give me”. 

The class applauds and you blush, smitten over your introduction. “Thank you Aaron, what a wonderful way to start my first guest speaking opportunity”. You go through your slides and tell some of your favourite stories from the field, and emphasise how hard you had to work to get to where you are now. You paid close attention to the women in the room, always taking precedence over their questions first. Hotch didn’t dare chime in unless directly asked, respecting your place as the lecturer for today. 

You enjoyed speaking to the students, and every once in a while you glanced over to where Hotch was sitting in the second row, appreciating you. His large frame looked even bigger in the small student seats, seeming even more imposing if that was possible. Once you opened the floor to questions you calmed down and let yourself relax more to come across as more human. That was something Hotch had taught you before. You were wearing a black pencil skirt with nylons and sensible pumps, matching the look with a black turtleneck that hugged your figure. Since you were the youngest in your department, you wanted to come off as more mature than you thought necessary so you could establish some dominance. This was also Hotch’s idea when he found out about your FBI interview. 

You were definitely getting in your own head, because you were starting to heat up. With Hotch’s eyes on you it was almost like he was the only person in the room that could see you, and he was taking advantage of his sight point. He could see all of you from the second row, and if you asked him, he could smell you from there too. Since he opened the door for you only a couple hours ago, he couldn’t get your perfume out of his head. It was making him dizzy having you so close but so far. He had great respect for you, you had always stood out amongst your peers. You always took advantage of his office hours, and more often than not he found himself feeling claustrophobic behind his desk with you looking at him the way you always did. 

He loved watching you take control of the room, his room. You spoke so eloquently and professionally, he felt so proud. He felt proud that he taught you, but he felt more proud that he knows you, and that you know him. If he was still at the FBI he would feel almost intimidated by you and the way you could handle yourself. You never needed help, but he knew he would get on his hands and knees to find your contact lens for you if you asked. And he would love it. 

By the end of the lecture you are starting to think Hotch is checking you out, but you can’t be sure. You’ve always had a crush on the man, how could you not? He respects you and he knows how smart you are. He doesn't feel threatened by a strong woman, and he even admitted when he was wrong about something to you. Hotch would never admit this, but on more than one occasion, he would explain something in a false manner so that you would correct him on it. He loved having you raise your hand in his class and call him out on a false statement, whether it was a definition or a fact from a previous case he worked. He wanted you to feel smart in every room you were in, because you are smart. He didn’t want your confidence to falter just because he was a man at the front of the room, he was egging you on to stand up for yourself and others. 

Sitting back and watching you run the place was getting him off and he wasn’t sure what to make of that. The time was up, and Hotch dismissed his students. They politely filed out of the room, but one boy was hanging back to ask you a question at the front. He made himself look busy so the student could have a conversation, but he was still listening. “Y/n, your lecture was just amazing. I know you work for the FBI, are you in town often?”. 

“I am, I actually live in the city and commute. It’s not that difficult when you have the resources. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, I was just wondering because I know it can be stressful for a woman to travel so often. Does your boyfriend ever help you out? I just didn’t see a ring on your finger.”

Hotch grimaced, falling victim to this boy’s poor excuse at flirting with you. 

“No I don’t have a boyfriend, but I am more than capable of handling myself, thank you.”

“That’s a shame, you’re a very smart and beautiful woman. You know, I’m actually looking to join the FBI some time too, maybe you could help me out some time? Maybe over a drink you can tell me-”

You cut the boy off before he fumbles even harder, “listen, I really don’t think this is an appropriate conversation. You should probably go to your next class before you say something stupid”. 

The boy grimaces but leaves, taking your rejection. You turn around to Hotch to gather your things, but notice his face. “Something wrong, Aaron?”

“That was just very tough to watch. Sorry about that.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, he was just a kid shooting his shot, no harm done.”

You hold your bag over your shoulder and Hotch comes closer to you, “okay good, I’d hate to feel bad for him”. 

You blush and go to leave, but you realize you have forgotten your phone. Looking around for it, Hotch realizes your mistake. “Y/n, I think you may have left it in my office. I’ll walk back with you and we can grab it before I call you a cab”. He wants to call you a cab? You’re hoping to make your visit last longer, so you walk a little slower next to him on the way to his office. He notices but doesn’t point it out, enjoying walking beside you. He’s also enjoying being seen with you, a beautiful young woman who excels in her field. A field he used to be in, and he knows you would be bossing him around by now if he was still in the FBI. He’s too busy thinking about you raising your voice at him that he doesn’t realize you’ve reached his office until you point it out. “Oh, sorry y/n. I must have zoned out. Keeps happening with age”. You grin at him, “don’t worry Aaron, your age doesn’t bother me”.

[thisismyhell]

With You, Safely (Part 2)

Author’s Note: Sooooo i posted part 1 like...perhaps 2 years ago. sorry for the wait lmao but here is part 2 (finally)! 

Summary: Hotch escorts you back to your hotel room after catching your stalker. You’re not sure you want him to leave, and he’s not sure he wants to leave you. Can he take care of you?

Warnings: SMUT!!! Minors dni!!! Penetrative sex, oral (both male and female receiving), 2 slaps (consensual), everything described is completely consensual and both characters ask permission to do everything :)

Part 1

Hotch had you in his arms and was about to place you down on the bed. “Tell me you’re certain about this” he muttered against your lips. You took his head in your hands, and holding his eye contact you whispered “please”.  He kissed you deeply before finally putting you down on the bed, his own weight on top of you immediately after. 

Making out with Hotch was wonderful and you were happy to feel his large hands begin to wander. He had one arm beside your head while the other traveled down your side and gripped your waist. You moaned into his mouth and reveled in his weight pinning you down. Hotch noticed your breath quicken and he began kissing your neck, then your chest, and then he used his fingers to test and see if you wanted to take off your shirt. You obliged, and he took it off for you gracefully. “This isn’t entirely fair you know”, he gave you a quizzical look before realizing what you meant. He looked down at you while loosened his tie before removing it, followed by unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside. “Better?” he asked, and you shook your head, “I’ve been through a lot in the past 24 hours, and I think you can do better than that for me”. Hotch’s face spread into a genuine smile and it made you swoon. You were laying on a massive king sized bed, watching this handsome FBI agent undress for you. Just for you. 

Once he had removed all his clothes for you, you reached your hand down to touch yourself. In one quick motion, Hotch slapped your hand out of the way and pinned it to your side. “You’ve been through a lot in the past 24 hours, and I think I can do better than that for you”, he spoke through his brood. You were silent, incredibly turned on by his control and throwing that joke back at you. While you both maintained eye contact, you watched as he kneeled on the ground and pulled you by under your thighs to be right at the end of the bed. His face was so close to where you wanted it, to where you needed it. 

“You’re so tense…why don’t you just relax honey, so I can take care of you”. You broke eye contact to lie back down, following his orders. You felt him laugh against your inner thigh, followed by sloppy kisses up and down your legs. You felt yourself beginning to squirm, and Hotch tightened his grip around your thighs. 

Hotch didn’t want you going anywhere, and he didn’t want you to lift a single finger either. He chose to stop teasing you and give in to you, not that it was a difficult choice. He kissed the top of you, then moved to making out with the rest. You began to moan quietly, and once Hotch developed a good rhythm, he inserted a finger. He felt you tighten and heard your moaning become louder, egging him on. He was hard against the bed, trying to stop himself from grinding too much. He wanted this to be about pleasuring you and didn’t want to even think about his own dick until he absolutely had to. 

You were so wet it was almost as loud as your moaning, Hotch was becoming obsessed with it, not wanting to stop this position. He inserted another finger, and then another, listening to his skin slap against yours. He felt you get tighter and tighter as he quickened his tongue on your clit.

“Oh god - oh my god, Hotch I-I’m so close…”,

Without stopping his pace, he broke away only briefly, “Sweetheart, call me Aaron”.

He returned to his actions, and went harder and harder until he felt his face become wetter. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry, I didn’t know I could do that-”, he cut you off with a slap against your pussy that made the bed even wetter, “don’t even think about apologizing”. 

You watched as he wiped his face with the back of his hand, motioning for you to move back up the bed. You didn’t budge, and he gave you another questioning look. You sat up on the bed and looked up at Aaron towering over you. What you wanted was at the perfect height, and you took him in your hand. He tried to move your hand away but once you gave the tip a hot wet kiss he relented. 

Aaron’s eyes rolled back in his head once he saw you with him in his mouth and your eyes looked up at him. He felt you reach behind him and grab his ass, even slapping him once. The slap caught him by surprise and his hips jolted, putting him deeper in your throat. You groaned around him, feeling his hair tickle your chin and nose. Aaron wanted nothing more than to watch you taking him like the good girl he knew you were, but if this continued he was afraid he wouldn’t last very long. 

“Sweetheart, sweetheart please. You’re being so good, but I’m not gonna last-”

You popped Aaron out of your mouth and let the drool fall onto the carpet as you kept your hand around him. The two of you were staring at each other, neither one of you wanting to move from this perfect position. 

“Y/n, please, please let me take care of you. I promise I can take care of you”.

Aaron’s efforts made you smile and groan at the same time. You let him go and moved up the bed watching him as he climbed over you. 

“Thank you y/n”. 

“Well lucky for you, I’m on the pill. And I need to feel you, all of you. Can you do that for me Aaron?”

He kissed you deeply, and nodded his head. You reach up and gripped his dark hair, “I need you to use your words, Aaron”. He blushed and answered, “Yes honey, I can do that for you”. Aaron began kissing you again and put his leg between yours. You let him grab your waist again while you grind yourself against him. Moving your head to be in his neck you began deeply inhaling his scent and biting his neck gently. 

Aaron could barely contain himself, and he was even blushing into the pillow as he felt you running yourself against his thigh. He could let you do this all night, but he knew what you wanted instead. He moved to be between your legs and pinned your wrists above your head. He realized you liked to be in control, and he wanted you to relent to this position so you could finally relax. 

You began to pout and Aaron almost backed off. But as he kept looking at you he became obsessed with the way your lips were puffed out and your cheeks were the cutest pink. Aaron grinned to himself and you began to pout even deeper, if that was possible. 

Once he had his fill of smiling down at you, he positioned himself just right so he could enter you. As he did, he touched your forehead with yours and you both moaned into each other. He was so much bigger than you thought, even when he was in your mouth he didn’t feel this big. 

He watched your face and waited for you to adjust before he managed to pull back almost all the way out, and then slapped back into you. He did this over and over, with his movements punctuated by the sound of your individual moans and the slap of skin against skin. Aaron was listening to how wet you were and could feel your legs begin to shake slightly. 

“That’s it sweetheart, finally letting go”. 

Aaron moved to hold your wrists just with one hand and brought the other to squish your cheeks, “come on baby, I know you can come for me. Come around my cock for me baby”. 

Feeling your whole body snap from inside yourself, your eyes rolled back as you came undone around Aaron. Even through your pleasure you could hear him consoling you, “that’s a good girl, that’s a good girl”. Consoling you did it for Aaron, and he came immediately after. 

Coming down from your high you felt Aaron finish inside of you and then release your face and hands. He turned you gently so you were laying on his chest, beginning to rub your naked back. Once you gained some more consciousness, you ran your open hand up and down his chest as well. Playing with his chest hair, you breathed him in again. 

Aaron kissed your forehead, “whenever you would like me to leave, just let me know-”

“Aaron, don't be ridiculous. I might get scared in the middle of the night and need you to protect me”. 

He giggled and pulled you closer, kissing your shoulders and smelling your hair.

[thisismyhell]

With You, Safely (Part 2)

Author’s Note: Sooooo i posted part 1 like...perhaps 2 years ago. sorry for the wait lmao but here is part 2 (finally)! 

Summary: Hotch escorts you back to your hotel room after catching your stalker. You’re not sure you want him to leave, and he’s not sure he wants to leave you. Can he take care of you?

Warnings: SMUT!!! Minors dni!!! Penetrative sex, oral (both male and female receiving), 2 slaps (consensual), everything described is completely consensual and both characters ask permission to do everything :)

Part 1

Hotch had you in his arms and was about to place you down on the bed. “Tell me you’re certain about this” he muttered against your lips. You took his head in your hands, and holding his eye contact you whispered “please”.  He kissed you deeply before finally putting you down on the bed, his own weight on top of you immediately after. 

Making out with Hotch was wonderful and you were happy to feel his large hands begin to wander. He had one arm beside your head while the other traveled down your side and gripped your waist. You moaned into his mouth and reveled in his weight pinning you down. Hotch noticed your breath quicken and he began kissing your neck, then your chest, and then he used his fingers to test and see if you wanted to take off your shirt. You obliged, and he took it off for you gracefully. “This isn’t entirely fair you know”, he gave you a quizzical look before realizing what you meant. He looked down at you while loosened his tie before removing it, followed by unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside. “Better?” he asked, and you shook your head, “I’ve been through a lot in the past 24 hours, and I think you can do better than that for me”. Hotch’s face spread into a genuine smile and it made you swoon. You were laying on a massive king sized bed, watching this handsome FBI agent undress for you. Just for you. 

Once he had removed all his clothes for you, you reached your hand down to touch yourself. In one quick motion, Hotch slapped your hand out of the way and pinned it to your side. “You’ve been through a lot in the past 24 hours, and I think I can do better than that for you”, he spoke through his brood. You were silent, incredibly turned on by his control and throwing that joke back at you. While you both maintained eye contact, you watched as he kneeled on the ground and pulled you by under your thighs to be right at the end of the bed. His face was so close to where you wanted it, to where you needed it. 

“You’re so tense…why don’t you just relax honey, so I can take care of you”. You broke eye contact to lie back down, following his orders. You felt him laugh against your inner thigh, followed by sloppy kisses up and down your legs. You felt yourself beginning to squirm, and Hotch tightened his grip around your thighs. 

Hotch didn’t want you going anywhere, and he didn’t want you to lift a single finger either. He chose to stop teasing you and give in to you, not that it was a difficult choice. He kissed the top of you, then moved to making out with the rest. You began to moan quietly, and once Hotch developed a good rhythm, he inserted a finger. He felt you tighten and heard your moaning become louder, egging him on. He was hard against the bed, trying to stop himself from grinding too much. He wanted this to be about pleasuring you and didn’t want to even think about his own dick until he absolutely had to. 

You were so wet it was almost as loud as your moaning, Hotch was becoming obsessed with it, not wanting to stop this position. He inserted another finger, and then another, listening to his skin slap against yours. He felt you get tighter and tighter as he quickened his tongue on your clit.

“Oh god - oh my god, Hotch I-I’m so close…”,

Without stopping his pace, he broke away only briefly, “Sweetheart, call me Aaron”.

He returned to his actions, and went harder and harder until he felt his face become wetter. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry, I didn’t know I could do that-”, he cut you off with a slap against your pussy that made the bed even wetter, “don’t even think about apologizing”. 

You watched as he wiped his face with the back of his hand, motioning for you to move back up the bed. You didn’t budge, and he gave you another questioning look. You sat up on the bed and looked up at Aaron towering over you. What you wanted was at the perfect height, and you took him in your hand. He tried to move your hand away but once you gave the tip a hot wet kiss he relented. 

Aaron’s eyes rolled back in his head once he saw you with him in his mouth and your eyes looked up at him. He felt you reach behind him and grab his ass, even slapping him once. The slap caught him by surprise and his hips jolted, putting him deeper in your throat. You groaned around him, feeling his hair tickle your chin and nose. Aaron wanted nothing more than to watch you taking him like the good girl he knew you were, but if this continued he was afraid he wouldn’t last very long. 

“Sweetheart, sweetheart please. You’re being so good, but I’m not gonna last-”

You popped Aaron out of your mouth and let the drool fall onto the carpet as you kept your hand around him. The two of you were staring at each other, neither one of you wanting to move from this perfect position. 

“Y/n, please, please let me take care of you. I promise I can take care of you”.

Aaron’s efforts made you smile and groan at the same time. You let him go and moved up the bed watching him as he climbed over you. 

“Thank you y/n”. 

“Well lucky for you, I’m on the pill. And I need to feel you, all of you. Can you do that for me Aaron?”

He kissed you deeply, and nodded his head. You reach up and gripped his dark hair, “I need you to use your words, Aaron”. He blushed and answered, “Yes honey, I can do that for you”. Aaron began kissing you again and put his leg between yours. You let him grab your waist again while you grind yourself against him. Moving your head to be in his neck you began deeply inhaling his scent and biting his neck gently. 

Aaron could barely contain himself, and he was even blushing into the pillow as he felt you running yourself against his thigh. He could let you do this all night, but he knew what you wanted instead. He moved to be between your legs and pinned your wrists above your head. He realized you liked to be in control, and he wanted you to relent to this position so you could finally relax. 

You began to pout and Aaron almost backed off. But as he kept looking at you he became obsessed with the way your lips were puffed out and your cheeks were the cutest pink. Aaron grinned to himself and you began to pout even deeper, if that was possible. 

Once he had his fill of smiling down at you, he positioned himself just right so he could enter you. As he did, he touched your forehead with yours and you both moaned into each other. He was so much bigger than you thought, even when he was in your mouth he didn’t feel this big. 

He watched your face and waited for you to adjust before he managed to pull back almost all the way out, and then slapped back into you. He did this over and over, with his movements punctuated by the sound of your individual moans and the slap of skin against skin. Aaron was listening to how wet you were and could feel your legs begin to shake slightly. 

“That’s it sweetheart, finally letting go”. 

Aaron moved to hold your wrists just with one hand and brought the other to squish your cheeks, “come on baby, I know you can come for me. Come around my cock for me baby”. 

Feeling your whole body snap from inside yourself, your eyes rolled back as you came undone around Aaron. Even through your pleasure you could hear him consoling you, “that’s a good girl, that’s a good girl”. Consoling you did it for Aaron, and he came immediately after. 

Coming down from your high you felt Aaron finish inside of you and then release your face and hands. He turned you gently so you were laying on his chest, beginning to rub your naked back. Once you gained some more consciousness, you ran your open hand up and down his chest as well. Playing with his chest hair, you breathed him in again. 

Aaron kissed your forehead, “whenever you would like me to leave, just let me know-”

“Aaron, don't be ridiculous. I might get scared in the middle of the night and need you to protect me”. 

He giggled and pulled you closer, kissing your shoulders and smelling your hair.

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With You, Safely (Part 2)

Author’s Note: Sooooo i posted part 1 like...perhaps 2 years ago. sorry for the wait lmao but here is part 2 (finally)! 

Summary: Hotch escorts you back to your hotel room after catching your stalker. You’re not sure you want him to leave, and he’s not sure he wants to leave you. Can he take care of you?

Warnings: SMUT!!! Minors dni!!! Penetrative sex, oral (both male and female receiving), 2 slaps (consensual), everything described is completely consensual and both characters ask permission to do everything :)

Part 1

Hotch had you in his arms and was about to place you down on the bed. “Tell me you’re certain about this” he muttered against your lips. You took his head in your hands, and holding his eye contact you whispered “please”.  He kissed you deeply before finally putting you down on the bed, his own weight on top of you immediately after. 

Making out with Hotch was wonderful and you were happy to feel his large hands begin to wander. He had one arm beside your head while the other traveled down your side and gripped your waist. You moaned into his mouth and reveled in his weight pinning you down. Hotch noticed your breath quicken and he began kissing your neck, then your chest, and then he used his fingers to test and see if you wanted to take off your shirt. You obliged, and he took it off for you gracefully. “This isn’t entirely fair you know”, he gave you a quizzical look before realizing what you meant. He looked down at you while loosened his tie before removing it, followed by unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside. “Better?” he asked, and you shook your head, “I’ve been through a lot in the past 24 hours, and I think you can do better than that for me”. Hotch’s face spread into a genuine smile and it made you swoon. You were laying on a massive king sized bed, watching this handsome FBI agent undress for you. Just for you. 

Once he had removed all his clothes for you, you reached your hand down to touch yourself. In one quick motion, Hotch slapped your hand out of the way and pinned it to your side. “You’ve been through a lot in the past 24 hours, and I think I can do better than that for you”, he spoke through his brood. You were silent, incredibly turned on by his control and throwing that joke back at you. While you both maintained eye contact, you watched as he kneeled on the ground and pulled you by under your thighs to be right at the end of the bed. His face was so close to where you wanted it, to where you needed it. 

“You’re so tense…why don’t you just relax honey, so I can take care of you”. You broke eye contact to lie back down, following his orders. You felt him laugh against your inner thigh, followed by sloppy kisses up and down your legs. You felt yourself beginning to squirm, and Hotch tightened his grip around your thighs. 

Hotch didn’t want you going anywhere, and he didn’t want you to lift a single finger either. He chose to stop teasing you and give in to you, not that it was a difficult choice. He kissed the top of you, then moved to making out with the rest. You began to moan quietly, and once Hotch developed a good rhythm, he inserted a finger. He felt you tighten and heard your moaning become louder, egging him on. He was hard against the bed, trying to stop himself from grinding too much. He wanted this to be about pleasuring you and didn’t want to even think about his own dick until he absolutely had to. 

You were so wet it was almost as loud as your moaning, Hotch was becoming obsessed with it, not wanting to stop this position. He inserted another finger, and then another, listening to his skin slap against yours. He felt you get tighter and tighter as he quickened his tongue on your clit.

“Oh god - oh my god, Hotch I-I’m so close…”,

Without stopping his pace, he broke away only briefly, “Sweetheart, call me Aaron”.

He returned to his actions, and went harder and harder until he felt his face become wetter. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry, I didn’t know I could do that-”, he cut you off with a slap against your pussy that made the bed even wetter, “don’t even think about apologizing”. 

You watched as he wiped his face with the back of his hand, motioning for you to move back up the bed. You didn’t budge, and he gave you another questioning look. You sat up on the bed and looked up at Aaron towering over you. What you wanted was at the perfect height, and you took him in your hand. He tried to move your hand away but once you gave the tip a hot wet kiss he relented. 

Aaron’s eyes rolled back in his head once he saw you with him in his mouth and your eyes looked up at him. He felt you reach behind him and grab his ass, even slapping him once. The slap caught him by surprise and his hips jolted, putting him deeper in your throat. You groaned around him, feeling his hair tickle your chin and nose. Aaron wanted nothing more than to watch you taking him like the good girl he knew you were, but if this continued he was afraid he wouldn’t last very long. 

“Sweetheart, sweetheart please. You’re being so good, but I’m not gonna last-”

You popped Aaron out of your mouth and let the drool fall onto the carpet as you kept your hand around him. The two of you were staring at each other, neither one of you wanting to move from this perfect position. 

“Y/n, please, please let me take care of you. I promise I can take care of you”.

Aaron’s efforts made you smile and groan at the same time. You let him go and moved up the bed watching him as he climbed over you. 

“Thank you y/n”. 

“Well lucky for you, I’m on the pill. And I need to feel you, all of you. Can you do that for me Aaron?”

He kissed you deeply, and nodded his head. You reach up and gripped his dark hair, “I need you to use your words, Aaron”. He blushed and answered, “Yes honey, I can do that for you”. Aaron began kissing you again and put his leg between yours. You let him grab your waist again while you grind yourself against him. Moving your head to be in his neck you began deeply inhaling his scent and biting his neck gently. 

Aaron could barely contain himself, and he was even blushing into the pillow as he felt you running yourself against his thigh. He could let you do this all night, but he knew what you wanted instead. He moved to be between your legs and pinned your wrists above your head. He realized you liked to be in control, and he wanted you to relent to this position so you could finally relax. 

You began to pout and Aaron almost backed off. But as he kept looking at you he became obsessed with the way your lips were puffed out and your cheeks were the cutest pink. Aaron grinned to himself and you began to pout even deeper, if that was possible. 

Once he had his fill of smiling down at you, he positioned himself just right so he could enter you. As he did, he touched your forehead with yours and you both moaned into each other. He was so much bigger than you thought, even when he was in your mouth he didn’t feel this big. 

He watched your face and waited for you to adjust before he managed to pull back almost all the way out, and then slapped back into you. He did this over and over, with his movements punctuated by the sound of your individual moans and the slap of skin against skin. Aaron was listening to how wet you were and could feel your legs begin to shake slightly. 

“That’s it sweetheart, finally letting go”. 

Aaron moved to hold your wrists just with one hand and brought the other to squish your cheeks, “come on baby, I know you can come for me. Come around my cock for me baby”. 

Feeling your whole body snap from inside yourself, your eyes rolled back as you came undone around Aaron. Even through your pleasure you could hear him consoling you, “that’s a good girl, that’s a good girl”. Consoling you did it for Aaron, and he came immediately after. 

Coming down from your high you felt Aaron finish inside of you and then release your face and hands. He turned you gently so you were laying on his chest, beginning to rub your naked back. Once you gained some more consciousness, you ran your open hand up and down his chest as well. Playing with his chest hair, you breathed him in again. 

Aaron kissed your forehead, “whenever you would like me to leave, just let me know-”

“Aaron, don't be ridiculous. I might get scared in the middle of the night and need you to protect me”. 

He giggled and pulled you closer, kissing your shoulders and smelling your hair.

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if i did another greta van fleet imagine... should it be similar to height difference? or something.. calmer lol

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Height Difference

Summary: Growing up with the boys, and then growing taller than them. But, Josh doesn’t seem to be bothered by you being so much taller, maybe he’s actually supper into it?

Warnings: SMUT, minors dni, squirting, fingering, oral (f receiving), no protection (wrap before you tap), sub/dom

Growing up with the boys certainly had its perks. You got to grow alongside them, watching each other hit different milestones. You remember when you were all hitting *that* age, within a few years of each other. Hitting puberty when your main friend group was all boys was certainly daunting. But at least you were all going through it together. As the boys’ voices got deeper, you began to find your footing too. It was painfully obvious that you were outgrowing them, literally. You stood a good few inches taller than the twins and Sam, beginning to see Danny at eye level. At first you were a bit nervous and insecure about it, but when they didn’t start being weird about it and treated you exactly the same, your insecurities melted away. They were your boys and you secretly loved it when people assumed you were older than them. 

As you all got older, you were used to saying goodbye every once in a while when they were on tour. But, you were really starting to miss them. You decided to book a flight to go out and surprise them at their next show. 

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Height Difference

Summary: Growing up with the boys, and then growing taller than them. But, Josh doesn’t seem to be bothered by you being so much taller, maybe he’s actually supper into it?

Warnings: SMUT, minors dni, squirting, fingering, oral (f receiving), no protection (wrap before you tap), sub/dom

Growing up with the boys certainly had its perks. You got to grow alongside them, watching each other hit different milestones. You remember when you were all hitting *that* age, within a few years of each other. Hitting puberty when your main friend group was all boys was certainly daunting. But at least you were all going through it together. As the boys’ voices got deeper, you began to find your footing too. It was painfully obvious that you were outgrowing them, literally. You stood a good few inches taller than the twins and Sam, beginning to see Danny at eye level. At first you were a bit nervous and insecure about it, but when they didn’t start being weird about it and treated you exactly the same, your insecurities melted away. They were your boys and you secretly loved it when people assumed you were older than them. 

As you all got older, you were used to saying goodbye every once in a while when they were on tour. But, you were really starting to miss them. You decided to book a flight to go out and surprise them at their next show. 

You were so excited to see your boys perform. The lighting, the fans, everything was perfect. You were pressed up against the barricade and you were thrilled to have a perfect view of centrestage. 

The concert was in full swing, and you could not take your eyes off your best friends. Dancing along to every song, belting your heart out the entire time. Highway Tune had just started, and you set your eyes straight on Josh. You were obsessed with the way this man could sing, and his scream in the beginning always made your brain tingle. 

It wasn’t long until Josh spotted you almost immediately in front of him, and you caught him doing a double take to make sure he really was seeing you. You both beamed at each other. After the song you saw Josh go over to the other boys and gesture to where you were in the crowd, seeing them all wave at you before they continued their set. 

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Making your way behind the venue, you were greeted by Jake tackling you with a bear hug. You had to slightly bend down to hug the guy, but it made you feel safe nonetheless. He led you back to the dressing room where the rest of the boys were, and they all managed to hug you at the same time. “Y/n!!! You didn’t tell us you were coming tonight!?”, “yeah Sam, that was the whole surprise!” You were too busy laughing along with them to notice Josh’s grasp on your hip as you were all catching up. He had been the last to squeeze in a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and he refused to leave your side. 

You were all crammed into a booth in the bar across from the hotel. You were sitting snug between Josh and Danny. Danny was easy to talk with, and the more often you turned to him, you noticed Josh would try and change the subject so that you would have your head in his direction. Josh loved having your eyes on him, no matter what was being talked about. It could be the most boring topic, but if you had your head turned around and were paying attention to him, he was happy. Of course you were oblivious to this, but Jake loved bothering him about it. 

You were in the middle of talking to Jake directly, when you felt Josh’s hand lightly rubbing your knee. You didn’t think much of it, but when Sam chimed into the conversation that Josh couldn’t easily insert himself into, you felt his grasp get stronger. The conversation changed, and you looked over to Josh who just innocently smiled at you. 

His big goofy smile drove you wild. You felt special knowing you get to see it up close like this. With the other boys playing darts, you put your elbow on the table so you could turn all the way over to Josh. “Honestly y/n, I am so thrilled you flew out just to see us..” you smiled, “Joshy, of course. I missed my boys too much to wait for your tour to end”. 

At the pet name, Josh developed the biggest heart eyes. He excused himself a bit awkwardly to run to the bathroom, and the other boys came back to sit with you. Sam had a weird grin on his face, “so…..how is Josh, sorry- Joshyyyy?”. You laughed, “oh god, did you hear me call him that?”. “Y/n, I think the whole bar heard you giggling over ‘Joshy’” Jake laughed. You almost cringed, but Josh had come back and you didn’t want to give yourself away. 

As the night was dwindling, you all decided to have a nightcap in the hotel. Thankfully you managed to score a room on the same floor as them, so you wouldn’t have far to go when the night came to an end. The boys had a huge room, a couple king sized beds and a sitting area. You were sitting on the floor with Sam as Danny and Jake were on the couch, and Josh came back with a drink for you. “Cheers to y/n, for making a good concert, into a great night”, Josh smiled at you and everyone clinked their drinks together. 

Josh was walking you to your hotel room down the hall, and the two of you were lingering in your doorway. “Thanks again for coming, love”. Josh had his big puppy dog eyes on again, looking at you like you were the entire world. You hesitated, wanting to wear your intentions on your sleeve, “I’ll always come for you, Joshy”. He was staring at your doe eyes looking down at his lips as they muttered, “tell me to stop, mama-”, but he stopped hesitating when you pulled him into your room by the collar of his baggy sweater. He pushed the door closed behind him, and he let you push him against it. He wasn’t expecting you to make the first move and he was sighing as you kept pushing into him. Finally after what felt like ages, you pulled him up onto your lips, letting him melt into you. You remembered how in your youth this would have embarrassed you, being so much taller than the boy you were making out with. But you were grown up and more confident, and you couldn’t help but notice that Josh was super into the height difference. 

“Oh Joshy… I’ve wanted you for so long”. You were nipping his neck and you felt his breath hitch. “You have me mama… I’m all yours”. You walked him back to your bed and he sat at the end. You kneeled down in front of him so you were at eye level with him, “are you okay with this, Joshy?” His eyes were blown out and he couldn’t stop looking at you, “y/n, like I said.. You have all of me. You can do no wrong to me, mama, do your worst”. You smirked at him and the two of you undressed. Switching spots, you sat on the edge of the bed as he kneeled before you. “Joshy, I need you. I need you so bad, baby”. “I love when you call me that, only you get to call me that”, he mumbles as he kisses all the way down your leg and back up the other. He left small bites on your legs, and you were squirming when he got to your upper thighs. You reached up and grabbed his curls in your hand, and he gasped. “You are a sweetheart to be so gentle with me, but right now I really need more..”, he nodded and let you move his head between your thighs, starting to devour you. He got the message when you started using your hand in his hair like he was a puppet, letting you move him around and apply more pressure. You were a moaning mess, almost falling off the bed into his lap. “Joshy…Joshy I’m so close baby…”, he added 2 fingers into you and curled them in the perfect way, trying to get you to cum all over his face. With a few more deep breaths, you did just that, and you let Josh come up for air. He was kissing your thighs and stomach as you came down, leaving traces of yourself over your skin. He crawled up your tall body to kiss you and you tasted yourself. You moaned into each other's mouths and you could feel how hard he was against you. You felt him reach down to touch himself, and you caught his wrist with one hand, and put your other hand around his throat. “I didn’t say you could do that, Joshy”, you squeezed lightly against his throat, and moved your other hand so you were grasping him. Reading your mind, he began to thrust into your hand while you choked him. “You're such a good boy for me Joshy..does this feel good, baby?” He gingerly nodded and you loosened your grip. As soon as his mouth opened into a moan, you pulled your hand away and flipped the two of you over so you were straddling him. 

“Mama..please”, you began kissing down his body, reaching over for your bra on the floor. Josh let you take his wrists into your hand, and before he could fight back you managed to tie them together with your bra. You straddled him, and started to grind on his dick without putting him inside you. He was whining and it turned you on even more. This big rockstar tied to your bed, whining your name, begging you to keep touching him. You got up, and his eyes shot open watching you walk across the room. “Close your eyes Joshy, don’t worry”. “Okay mama.. I trust you. Please just come back and keep touching me..” You came back to bed and straddled his chest. 

“Joshy, can I sit on your face?”, he nodded between your thighs. “I don’t know baby.. You might enjoy that too much”. Josh had a questioning face, and he watched you pull your vibrator out from behind you. You reached over and put one hand behind you on his hip, while the other turned on your device. Turning it on, you kept your eyes on Josh’s as you began to grind right above him. Moaning above him you almost missed him sighing “y/n baby… you look so good baby. You look so beautiful on top of me. I want you to cum again for me baby..”

“You want me to cum for you Joshy?

“Please mama… please cum on top of me.. I wanna see you cum all over me baby..”

You started speeding up, grinding faster and faster on top of your vibrator as Josh talked you through it. 

“Joshy! Joshy I’m gonna…Joshy I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” 

You let yourself go as you squirted on Josh’s chest, holding eye contact with him as you came down. You threw your vibrator on the ground, untying Josh’s restraints as you fell beside him. He curled into you, kissing and sucking your chest and leaving marks. “You did so well y/n, thank you baby..” You were kissing each other and grinding, and it wasn’t soon until your pussy was wet against his thigh again. “So fast mama.. Let me take care of you”. You let him get on top this time, and watched him reach his hand down to feel you. “Y/n baby.. You just came all over me and you’re this wet again? You are such a slut for me..” You rolled your eyes at him, “Just for you Joshy.. Why don’t you do something about it?” 

It was Josh’s turn to hold your hands above your head, pinning you down. He used his other hand to go between your legs, feeling how wet you were for him. “You know, you’ve cum twice now. If I was to be mean, I could just edge you over and over until I’m done with you”. You began to struggle against him, “But lucky for you, y/n, I love watching you cum too much to stop you”. He quickened his pace fingering you, adding a third and watching you moan his name underneath him. You were a mess, tears coming down your cheeks and Josh fucked you with his fingers. Suddenly he pulled away, and put his fingers into your mouth. You moaned around him, and he thrust himself into you at the same time. 

Josh let go of you for a second to readjust, and you took the opportunity to roll yourself over, putting you on top. He looked up at you with his heart eyes, and you put your hand around his throat as you leaned down to kiss him. Once you pulled away you began to ride him in earnest, watching his eyes go wide. 

“Should I make you cum for me, Joshy? Even after that stunt you pulled?”

“Please y/n, you’re driving me crazy here baby..”

You fucked him harder, almost letting his dick fall out before riding him harder and harder, watching the sweat drip from his brow. 

“I don’t know Joshy, you haven’t been behaving..” 

You squeezed his cheeks so his mouth opened, and you spat into his mouth. His eyes went wide and he moaned even louder, if that was possible. 

“Y/n…baby….baby, fuck…I’m gonna cum y/v, fuck!”

“Joshy!”

As you came you leaned your chest over his face, smothering him with your tits as you squeezed around his dick. He bit your tits, and you felt him finish inside of you as he fucked up into you slowly. You leaned back, brushing his hair away from his face and kissed him. 

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A knock at the door startled you, pulling you from spooning Josh in your bed. Wearing his shirt, you opened the door to find Jake, Danny and Sam all staring at you. 

“Hey y/n… we were all gonna go break into the pool.. But maybe you’re busy?”

From behind you you felt Josh come to the door. He was in his boxers and had your makeup smeared on your face, and his hair had obviously been pulled around. He made eye contact with his friend, and then slammed the door shut on them. He took your hand in his and walked you back to the bed, and you fell asleep with him curled around you.

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Masterlist

Loki (Marvel)

Bodyguard (part 1) (part 2)

Victor Zsasz (Gotham)

Hired to Kill (1/?)

Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)

With You, Safely (part 1) (part 2)

Josh Kiszka (GVF)

Height Difference

feel free to send requests or ideas :)

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With you, Safely

Pairing: Hotch x reader (criminal minds) FLUFF :)

Summary: You have a stalker, and it just so happens the BAU is in the right place at the right time. Can Hotch make you feel safe in your stressful state?

Words: 5k

TWs: blaming yourself, a gun is mentioned, making out!!!!!

Being honest about your personal life was never your strong suit. You always had the habit of leaving out sometimes small, and sometimes big, details about your situation. Whether it was because you found it way too personal, or just simply forgot about the idea of telling someone. You knew that theoretically if the people in your life were good, they would be there for you. But, you also knew that you had some people in your life who were not so good, and the lines often blurred in your mind. So when you started getting anonymous threats sent to your workplace, it took you a while to come to terms with the fact that you should tell someone. 

Taking your boss’s advice, you went to the police station. You have never had a reason to engage with a cop before, and if you were honest with yourself, you were not exactly thrilled at the concept. Especially under your circumstances. Not only did you hate the idea of talking about your personal life, but asking for actual help made you nauseous. It made you physically uncomfortable to put yourself out there like that, admitting to being vulnerable and not being able to take care of the situation quietly on your own. You understood that having threats sent to you like this was not a casual situation you could take care of, but you were still mentally trying to get out of this realization. Everything is fine if you just don’t talk about it, right?

“How can I help you today?” the receptionist asked, bringing you back into reality. “Um, sorry - I just..I think I may have a s-stalker? I don’t really know though, it might not even be that serious-”, “okay, what makes you think you have a stalker?” you were thankful she had taken the lead in this conversation. “Well, I-uh, I have been getting threats. Like, sent to my workplace? I don’t know, like, letters and packages from someone I don’t know. It might not be serious, my boss.. My boss just thought I should tell the police?” You were so uncomfortable, and the woman helping you could tell. “Alright well, how about you step into an office over here and we can take you information, and you can tell an officer everything you can. How does that sound?” Her kind eyes were easing your shoulders from their crunched up state. “That would be helpful, yes, t-thank you”. You followed her into an office where an officer wrote down everything you described to them. 

Taking the bus back to your apartment, you felt some tension leave your body. It had been maybe 2-3 months of keeping this to yourself, and you finally had the energy to tell someone. Someone who could maybe actually put you at ease. You probably didn’t have a stalker, let’s be real. That stuff never happens in real life, the concept was so far away from being real to you. Exiting the bus you kept telling yourself everything would be fine, and this would blow over in a week. You walked up the steps to your one bedroom, and found a stack of mail at your doorstep. Picking it up and entering your home, and flipped through. A bill, some junk mail, and some letter with no return address on it. Actually, it just had your info and nothing else, not even a stamp. You put the rest of your mail down and opened the mysterious letter. Your heart sank when you realized what it was. 

“Why did you have to tell them about us? Everything was going so well.”

That’s all it said inside the letter. You dropped it, and called the station asking for the officer you were just speaking to. They told you that you were lucky, because the FBI was in town that week and had just finished up another case. You were told they had some extra time on their hands, and you could come in tomorrow to speak with them. You sighed and agreed, hanging up in relief. This would blow over, everything would be just fine. 

The BAU team was getting ready to head back to their hotel room when Hotch was pulled aside by an officer at the precinct they were working at. “Sir, I’m sorry to ask about this on your way out. But a woman came in earlier about a stalker sending threats to her workplace. We took her story and information, but she just called me back. She got a letter in the mail saying she shouldn’t have told the police. The guy knows where she lives”. 

The team all gathered around the officer. Hotch reached out, “she came in today about this, and he escalated that quickly?”. “Wait, if she was here today, how did we miss her?” Reid probed. The officer shook his head, “the lady was so quiet, she seemed hesitant to even be here in the first place. As soon as she finished her side and said that was all she knew, she was gone. Quietest girl I’ve ever seen”. “She must not have thought it was serious,” commented Morgan. 

“Sure, but a stalker rarely sends threats to the object of his desire without preparing for some kind of meeting. Officer, tell her to come back to the station and we can make a profile”. The officer told him she was already on the way, and she’d be there in less than an hour. 

Feeling shook up, you entered the station for the second time that day. The receptionist recognized you, and walked with you to where the BAU team was working. You felt somewhat shameful that such a big deal was being made over you, but you had to keep reminding yourself that you were not safe in your own home at this time. So you swallowed your pride, and right when you were about to try and get their attention, a tall dark haired gentleman introduced himself. “Good evening, you must be y/n. You can call me Hotch, and this is my team-”, you listed as he told you everyone’s name, thankful for his close proximity to you. Sure it was cheesy, but having a man like Hotch around you made you feel safe. You looked up at him, “thank you all, really - you didn’t have to stay in town just for this”. Hotch cut you off, “Nonsense. We were already here, and having a stalker know where you live on top of where you work is not something to ignore. We will help create a profile for you, you might know who it is without realizing it. You nodded, realizing for the first time in the past 3 months just how tired you were of this. Hotch immediately picked up on your body language, leading you to where a couch was placed in the back of the room.

You sat down next to Reid, the young doctor. He smiled at you almost as awkwardly as you smiled at him. Feeling safe on the couch, you let yourself relax a bit more. The situation you had gotten yourself into was far from ideal, but at least now you weren’t alone in it. However selfish it made you feel, you were happier to be here with the overworked team instead of your lonely apartment. You looked around and it seemed like the entire BAU were trying to profile you. Maybe they were, it was their job of course. You made eye contact with Hotch, who nodded at you, giving you the opportunity to tell your side of things. 

“It started 2 or 3 months ago when I got some letter delivered to me at work. It was weird since like, why would I get mail at work? But I opened it and it was just a description of what I looked like, like in a poem. But I googled it and it’s an original. I couldn’t find it anywhere. So that threw me off but I didn’t take it seriously. I work in retail, I see a million people every shift, you know? I thought it was just some guy who was into me and was weird about it. But then I started getting them more and more often, but just at work. I got sent pictures of myself, presents, and they never had return addresses. And they all had the same handwriting so it was easy to assume it was the same guy. But today...I got a letter to my apartment. To where I live...alone. That’s never happened”. 

The team took in your words, looking like they had definitely seen this kind of thing before. Your gut had the mixed feeling of relief and worry. If they had seen this before they knew what to do, but that meant that they had to do something. Hotch looked at you, “luckily, we should be able to end this before he goes further. Can you tell us anyone in your life, no matter how small, that might want to hurt you, or even someone who holds some animosity towards you?”. You thought about it, and though you had a hunch, you were hoping it wasn’t true. “My..my ex boyfriend. I thought we ended things amicably, but I don’t think he ever got over it. I was hoping it wasn’t him”. The team all nodded, this was probably more common that you thought. 

You stood up, “I’m sorry, I just need some air”. You stepped into the hallway for some quiet, when you heard the office door open and close behind you. You recognized his cologne, Hotch came out and stood in front of you. “I know how uncomfortable this situation must be. Is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable in the meantime?”. The man had the kindest eyes, even under his stern brows. You wondered if he practiced this expression, the perfect balance between intimidating and soft. You hoped you were that good and being readable, that way you wouldn’t have to open your mouth. Weirdly, the only thing you wanted in that moment was a coffee. Something to keep you warm and give you some much needed energy. Having yourself on display like this all day had been exhausting. You were amazed when Hotch spoke, “there’s a coffee place across the street. The machine in here is broken, thankfully. I’ll take you”. He gently hovered his hand on the small of your back, as if asking permission to guide you out of the building. 

He walked you out, opening doors for you on the way. Walking into the shop with an FBI agent on your arm made you feel safe for the first time in a couple months. You weren’t one to rely on others in any capacity, but in that moment, you let yourself feel relaxed with the man’s presence. It was literally his job to keep you safe, and you’d be lying if that fact didn’t give you butterflies. You were a little too engulfed with taking him in that you didn’t notice he was speaking to you. “Sorry? I’m sorry, I must have zoned out, what were you saying?” you stammered, and he just looked down at you and smiled, repeating his question. “I was asking what you would like to drink? I assume coffee, but I wasn’t sure what your preference was”, he was smiling down at you, and you forgot about every type of coffee that has ever existed. “Oh! Um, a vanilla latte. But you don’t have to get it for me, I can take care of myself-” he cut you off with a single look. “Although I am more than sure you are capable of taking care of yourself, I would like to give you this one thing, if you’d let me”. You swallowed, “I guess- I guess I can let you do this one thing. For me. Thank you, sir”. He ordered your drinks and the two of you stood at the next counter waiting for them. Hotch quietly spoke to you, almost like it was just the two of you in the entire building, “as much as I appreciate the title, please call me Hotch”. You found yourself suppressing a giggle at the feeling of his voice so close to your neck, you were definitely not used to this level of attention. “Okay, Hotch it is”. 

You grabbed your drinks, and he held the door open for you on the way out. He moved his hand from your back where you had gotten so used to it, and he walked right into the road. You watched as he lifted his hand, stopping traffic to let you cross alongside him. What you didn’t see, was Morgan looking out the window at you two, and beckoning the team to come see how Hotch was treating you. “Damn, he must really like coffee today”. Reid joined him at the window, “actually, Hotch always has a next level of confidence after a case ends well. Y/n must be his outlet for a good mood”. Rossi sat at his desk working on a file, “yeah.. Pretty nice outlet if you ask me”. 

The two of you came back into the meeting room, and you couldn’t help the blush you felt when you noticed the team all glance at each other at the site of you two. This kind of attention was okay you thought, as long as he’s the source. Hotch pulled out a chair for you to sit next to him, and the team gathered at the meeting table. 

After some deliberation, and completely downing your coffee, you all came to the conclusion that based on your ex’s habits and personality, it was almost definitely him. So you created a plan to lure him out and catch him in the act. Unfortunately for you however, this meant having to literally face your problem. The team seemed confident enough, but Hotch could feel your body stiffen at the thoughts running through your head. Since meeting you just a couple hours prior, it turned out he could read you like a book. You couldn’t tell yet, but he could. He caught your jaw tighten, and he gently placed his hand on your shoulder, “y/n, you do not have to do this. We can find another way if you cannot bring yourself to go through with this plan”. He was being kind, but you all knew that this was for the best. You softly grinned at him, “thank you, Hotch, but I can do this. I want to face him”. And with that, you all left to get into your various positions. 

The plan was simple. In one of the letters you received, he stated that once you finally realized he was the one meant for you, you would get a table for two at the restaurant you had your first date, and you would prove to him you meant it by waiting for one whole hour, sitting there. Alone, while he supposedly watched you and your body language, and would then arrive. You would be wearing a wire, and once he started threatening you in person and possibly making a scene, the BAU would swoop in and save the day. You were confident in your role, not that you had to do much. You borrowed some date-type clothing from Emily, and you were now heading into the restaurant wearing your wire. You knew that this could all go horribly wrong, but hopefully whatever did happen, brought an end to your unhappiness. 

Taking the 100th deep breath of the day, you told the hostess your party name and they sat you down at your table. Thankfully your waiter was in on what was going on, so they wouldn’t be asking you about food until your ex came and sat down. You felt so exposed, of course your table was in the dead centre of the restaurant. You weren’t aware of the agents stationed around you, Reid pointed out that if you knew too much then the stalker would be able to read your body language too well. So you say there, sucking on the ice cubes from your water knowing what a long night this was going to be. 

“How are you feeling, y/n?” Hotch scared the daylights out of you, causing you to swallow your ice cube by accident. You gasped, but recovered smoothly. You kept your face as straight as you could without openly talking to yourself, “you scared me, I didn’t know you’d be on the other end of this thing”. You heard him softly chuckle, easing the tension. “Well, having you wired would be pretty useless if we couldn’t hear each other”. You smiled to yourself. Obviously he was right, but for some reason you just didn’t clue in that it could be him, out of everyone on the team, to be the one consoling you tonight. Maybe they were in on how he made you feel. Mentally thanking Hotch for his presence, “you’re right, how silly of me. Here I am feeling all alone in here without realizing who has my back”. There was a small pause on the other end before he replied, “you are far from alone in there, y/n”. You didn’t think it was possible given the circumstances, but you felt safe here in that moment too. You swore you could feel his physical presence even through the tiny earpiece. 

Some time passed, and with talking as minimally as you could, you realized an hour was about to pass. Now you had to prepare yourself for the confrontation. You were fine, but emotionally and mentally, you were not thrilled for the exhaustion you knew you’d be feeling in the next few moments. Looking out the windows of the patio, you saw him. Walking oddly through the crowd to the front doors. You knew this was going to be some sort of confrontation, but honestly you didn’t think that far ahead of what you would be saying or doing. Sensing some heating tension between your ex and the hostess, you found yourself frozen to your spot. He was just supposed to come in, say his name and be escorted over, what was going on? The hostess knew what to do, so why was tension rising? “Hotch..” you whispered, trying to get his attention. You heard a very quiet “don’t move”, before seeing your ex flash a gun hidden in his waistband. If you weren’t frozen before, you sure were by now. He hadn’t seen you yet, which was good. Maybe they’ll get to him before he gets to you. Slowly standing up from your seat with no intention to do anything but drop dead, you felt yourself taking a step towards him. You didn’t know why but something inside you told you that this whole thing was a mistake, and whatever was about to happen was your own fault, and you needed to stop it. You could talk to him and calm him down, that’s what your whole relationship was based on anyway. He just needed to be with you, and he would stop the hostility. 

As you were taking your third step in his direction, Hotch stepped in front of you, holding out the side of his jacket to stop your ex from seeing you. You felt his other arm ghost around your waist, his cologne seeping into the dress you borrowed. “Don’t let him see me..” you whispered. “I won’t let him do anything to you, y/n”. You let Hotch take the lead and guide you into the kitchen, out of harm's way. You didn’t realize you were quietly crying until you were standing against the cool tile wall, and Hotch brushed a tear away with his thumb. He went to leave, presumably to help arrest the man who was going to kill you. Before he could take another step, you grabbed his hand more forcefully than you thought you had the strength to. “Please, don’t leave me”. Hotch saw the pleading look in your eyes, and leaned into his phone, “take care of it, Morgan”. You let yourself quietly cry against the wall, facing Hotch. You were so incredibly embarrassed, this was all your fault. You should have realized who your stalker was immediately and squashed this whole problem by yourself. The fact that someone was being arrested right now because of you, made you sick. Sure, it was in order to keep you safe, but you still felt like a burden. The FBI shouldn’t be here. This shouldn’t have happened. 

Hotch couldn’t bring himself to just stand there and watch you fall apart, so he put his arms around you, gently squeezing you enough to make you feel present. You let yourself get your tears on his uniform, it was just something else to apologize for later. You almost collapsed, having all this mental weight pulling you down to the ground. Before you could fall, Hotch steadied you, pressing you against the wall in his hug to get you more grounded. The feeling of the cold tile against the back of your neck helped center you. Hotch let you go slowly, testing to see if you would stay standing without him. It tore him up inside seeing cases like these, and yours was no different. Now letting you stand on your own, the two of you held eye contact. “Y/n, you are safe. You never have to see him again. He cannot hurt you. He can’t hurt you anymore”. It was like he was saying it to the both of you as a mantra, getting you to feel okay and safe, and to bring him back to reality. He wanted to keep you safe, to open every door for you and stop traffic for you. Bring you coffee whenever you asked and even when you didn’t. He wanted you to understand how important you were, and how this was not your fault. He knew you blamed yourself, he could see it in your face and in your tears. 

You weren’t crying anymore, but you were exhausted. You wanted Hotch to just pick you up and take you home, take you anywhere but here. There was something in his demeanor that made you feel like a flower next to him. This big FBI agent, holding you up against the wall making sure you don’t fall over. You were almost killed tonight and all you could think about was just how strong Hotch was. Not to mention how good he smelled. He moved his grip from around your shoulders, down to around your waist. He pulled you into another deep embrace, this one feeling more personal. You had your arms around him but under his jacket, letting it fall around the two of you. You pulled away at the same time, and you muttered a small “thank you”. 

He towered over you, and he still had a concerned look in his eyes. You could tell he wanted to say something, so you nodded to try and get it out of him. “We both know you are safe now. That man is going back to the police station to be processed as the criminal he is..” he stopped, but you knew he wasn’t finished. You let him breath before continuing, “y/n, you live alone and today your life was threatened. You deserve to sleep somewhere tonight where you do not have to worry about a single thing”. He was right. You wanted to stay awake all night, knowing the moment you’d step back into your apartment you’d feel like you were in a cage. Your parents lived just outside the city, maybe you could have a police escort. But it was so late, and you hated the idea of waking up your parents just to baby you tonight. You knew exactly where you wanted to be, but how can you ask an FBI agent to extend his duties into watching over you through the night? All these thoughts raced through your mind in the second it took Hotch to open his mouth again, “I have an idea but the last thing I want is for you to feel pressured into saying yes, or scaring you off”. Now you were interested, the evening seemed to be playing out in your favour afterall. He continued, “y/n, the team and I are staying at the hotel downtown. I would be more than happy to pull some strings, and say we need an extra room for the night. We leave in the morning, but you’d be on a floor filled with FBI agents”. You accepted the offer maybe a little quickly, but thankfully he wasn’t put off with your enthusiasm. You leaned in again and held his suit collar, “thank you, Hotch. All I want is to feel safe tonight”. Looking up at him, a million thoughts crossed your mind all at once. You wanted to hire this man as your personal bodyguard. With the look you saw in his eye, he might even say yes. The next few moments were only seconds apart, but they felt like an eternity. Hotch placed his hands around your jaw, tilting your head up towards him. He looked at you with ocean’s in his eyes and whispered again like you were the only two in the entire building, “I can keep you safe, y/n”, before leaning in and giving you a kiss so grounding you swore he had you in the palm of his hand. 

“Guys, we’re good let’s head back - “ Morgan cut himself off when he saw Hotch removing his hands from you. Hotch cleared his throat, “y/n will be staying at the hotel with us tonight. I don’t think it would be wise for her to go back home alone”. You were hoping Morgan couldn’t see you holding on to Hotch’s forearm like your life depended on it. He got the idea, and the 3 of you left in the SUV back downtown. 

Once you entered the lobby, the team went up to their rooms as Hotch took you to the front desk. He enquired about getting an extra room just for you, and the manager handed you your key for the night. Slowly making your way up to the shared floor, you started to digest all the events that happened during your day. You almost got lost in your own brain, but Hotch pulled you back out when he placed his hand on the small of your back with confidence, leading you out into the hallway. You found your room, just a couple door’s down from where Hotch said he was. You were excited to be staying in a fancy hotel, even for just one night. As much as you wanted Hotch to come in with you, you knew he was technically still at work. But once again as if he could read your mind, Hotch was the one to open your door and see you inside safely. You took in your room. It was gorgeous with a king bed and a view for days. Putting your things down on the bed, you looked to Hotch, who seemed to be fidgeting slightly. He had been so confident in front of you all day, what was making him act like that?

“Is there anything else you need? I’d be happy to get anything-”, “thank you Hotch, really. But I have everything that I need right here in this room”. You gave him another soft smile, and you went to see him out. Your door was still closed, and Hotch was reaching to open it. He turned back around to you without realizing how close you were standing behind him. “If you change your mind, I’m just a couple doors down. I don’t sleep much, so it won’t be hard to get me”. You thought to yourself and spoke, “actually, I don’t sleep much either. I’ve had insomnia since I was a child”. 

“Really?” he asked you, returning a smirk. “Really”, you offered. You moved around him and leaned against the door, wanting to continue the conversation. Hotch took another guess at what you wanted, and he slowly pressed himself against your small frame, holding you in place. You let out a small sigh, showing him you didn’t mind at all. He took your waist in his hands for the second time that evening, and placed his lips against yours. He kissed you so softly and so gently, you thought you were going to float away. And his grip on you said he felt the same way. Digging his fingers harder into your waist asking permission to deepen the kiss, you granted him access. You opened your mouth to heat the moment, and Hotch was thrilled. He was pressing you into the door like he was afraid you’d otherwise fall through the floor. You were on your tiptoes kissing him and he wouldn’t let you feel any of your weight. You were completely pinned, and you loved it. You felt so secure between him and the door, knowing you were not going anywhere without him guiding you there first. He was protecting you with everything he could, never allowing you to go more than a split second without having his mouth on you. 

If the two of you couldn’t sleep, you wouldn’t mind being pinned all night long. Hotch was huge, towering over you from the moment you met. But he had the softest eyes you’d ever seen. He was kissing you like it was keeping you alive, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was. You were gripping his shirt in your fists, seeing what he would allow you to do under his restrictions. He let you run your hands all over him, encouraging him to do the same to you. The two of you broke away at the same time for air. He looked down at you like you could break if he said the wrong thing. “If this is helping at all, I can stay longer if you need me-” you answered the lame question with a sloppy kiss on his neck, “Hotch, please stay with me”. With that, he gathered you in his arms and brought you to the bed.

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should i do a part 2?? 

[thisismyhell]

Hired to Kill 1/?

Plot:  On the run after killing your abusive ex husband, you end up as a thief in Gotham. Living in your quiet apartment, you’re surprised to enter your home only to find a bald man dressed in black laying his weapons out on your dining table. Apparently he works for Penguin, aka, the person whose mansion you just ransacked for cash and valuables. He’s here to kill you, but what he isn’t prepared for is that you may be more qualified than he to take out a hit. So when you bring his tied up a gagged ass back to his employer, the 3 of you have a conversation on how to move forward. Will you leave the mansion alive and independent? Or will you be forced into partnership with your attempted killer?

Warnings: one mention of reader killing themselves as a threat

Words: 1,800

___________________________________________________________ It was pouring rain by the time you left the property with your bag of prizes. About an hour earlier, you broke into the mansion of some rich guy you had been stalking. He seemed the vulnerable type, what with the amount of guards he always had trailing behind him. So you waited them all out, until they left for the better part of the evening to attend the man’s club. You didn’t give a shit what he did, you only cared about his stuff. And he had a house full of stuff you could steal and sell on the black market. 

Once you were back in your building, you started itemizing everything you stole in your head. You’d be damned if you missed out on some extra cash. You entered your small apartment, only to begin hearing someone … whistling? Setting your bag down quietly on the floor, and taking your gun out from its holster, you slowly made your way to the source of the sound. You then met the eyes of a tall bald man, dressed in all black, whistling while he unpacked his collection of weapons on your dining room table. He smiled at you, charmingly. 

“I was wondering when you were going to show up”, he said through a stupid grin. “Do you know who I am?”.

“Frankly I don’t really give a shit who you are”, you said still brandishing your weapon, “but I sure would like you to leave”. 

The two of you held a brief standoff, until the man rolled his eyes and introduced himself. “My name is Victor Zsasz. You’ve probably heard of me -”

“Nope.”

“Well, maybe you’ve heard of the scariest assassin in Gotham -”

“Try again”

“Okay listen. I work for Penguin, you know, the guy you just got home from stealing from?”

You lowered your weapon, taking in his introduction. Seems like you weren’t as stealth as you thought you were. Or maybe you just didn’t realize who this Penguin guy really was. “How did you find out so quickly? How did you beat me home?” 

“You must not be as smart as you are cute. Do you really think a man like Penguin would live in his house without security cameras? I watched you break in and steal shit from my phone. You really didn’t think of that?”

“I’ll be honest, I was more worried about getting enough valuables than I was about the sanity of your boss”, you slithered. 

Victor chuckled to himself, and it seemed genuine. “Miss y/n, you must realize the moment you set foot onto his property you were way in over your head”.

“Maybe. But what are you going to do about it?”

“Y/n, isn’t it obvious? I am going to kill you, and bring your dead body back to Penguin to gloat. Now come here and sit down”.

You sat down at your table, now a display of horrific instruments. Was he going to torture you? Why did he bring so many weapons just for killing a thief? Maybe he had a vendetta out for something. Now sitting in front of Victor, you realized you could not care less about his intentions. Because there was no way this night was going to end the way he plans on. You looked up at him, smiling to yourself. 

“What? Why are you smiling? I’m literally here to kill you, and you’re smiling at me?”

You couldn’t dignify that with a reason. Instead you replied, “tell me what you think you’re going to do to me”.

Victor gawked at you, smirking. “What I think I’m going to do to you? Y/n in case it wasn’t obvious before, I am a very successful assassin. Everyone knows this. What makes you think you’re so special?”

You smiled, “because if you are so successful, then all your victims are dead. Which means you must be the one telling everyone. And how foolish do you think I would be to think you wouldn’t embellish every killing story you tell people?” 

He stared at you, seeming a bit irritated. You shared a look of silence, before Victor started to unbutton his suit jacket. Then his vest. Then he took off his tie, and his black button down dress shirt. He gently set them down beside his collection of guns and knives, and kneeled in front of you with a stare that could kill. “Do you see all these scars over my body y/n? I did these”. You looked over his upper half, noticing tally marks covering his pale skin. 

“I did these, to represent every single person I have killed. This is just the upper part of my body. And after I kill you where you are, y/n, I will add another scar to my resume”. 

You looked at him in the eyes, challenging him. “And yet, dear Victor, you kneel before me”. 

Before Victor’s questioning look can change, you grab his head, kneeing him in the face. As he bounces backward in pain and brandishing a bloody nose, you flip your table covered in  weapons over, making them unreachable. Now it’s just you, and him, and the knife in your boot. You go to reach for it, but he grabs your wrist, throwing you against the wall. You bounce back, grabbing the knife before it even hits the floor, and swing at Victor. Slicing him across the chest. “That’s for thinking I wouldn't do it first” you snarl. He tries to lunge at you, but you lunge right back toward him catching him off guard. Your forehead clashes with his nose, causing it to bleed a lot more. He bends over in pain and you take the opportunity to double elbow him in his spine. He lands on your dining room floor, and you kick him in the head knocking him unconscious. 

You arrive at Penguins about an hour later, rolling in Victor Zsasz, the most successful assassin in Gotham, right up to him in his chamber. Victor is still unconscious, shirtless, gagged and bound to a 2 wheel standing trolley. You slap him across the face and he wakes up, confused and sweating from the pain of his broken nose. 

“I believe this belongs to you”, you drawl while making painful eye contact with the man who ordered your prisoner to kill you. Victor starts to mumble, and you rip away the duct tape from his mouth harsher than you probably needed to. “OW?!” he screams, glaring at you. “Unnecessary!”. You roll your eyes and direct your attention to Penguin. “So. I broke into this place a few hours ago not realizing you were smart enough for security cameras. I came home to this idiot telling me you sent him to kill me. He failed. And now I am standing here with him, alive, as a warning”. Penguin opens his mouth for the first time, “What can I do for you, y/n?” “You can all leave me the fuck alone. I got what I wanted and got to hand this guy's ass to him as a bonus. He spent his time with me gloating, instead of killing me”. Penguin thought about this, and Victor seemed embarrassed. “Penguin, I assure you that is not all that happened-” “Yes he’s right. I also broke his nose”. 

“Give me Victor’s job. And pay me double. Or I will break back into your mansion and kill you, while all your security watches on their phones”. 

Penguin looked stunned, “And what is stopping me from killing you right now?”.

“Because I have a gun in my holster and a knife in my boot. And if you even think about jumping me, I’ll kill all 3 of us right here. Right now. And then your empire will fall, and you will be forgotten. Killed where you stand by some thief, in front of all these cameras laughing at you”. 

Victor and Penguin share a look, one more pleading than the other. “Do it, boss. She’s quicker”. 

Penguin considers his assassins words. “Okay, y/n. You can work for me. But consider this a trial basis. More people than you realize are under my command. You have 30 days to earn my trust and prove to me you are better than Zsasz. And if you do not, I will have a hit on you. You seem the type to value your privacy, and I would hate to have all of Gotham threaten that”. 

You understand the threat looming ahead of you. If you were in over your head, it was far too late now. Back home at your small apartment, you smell him ahead of you. Victor followed you home. 

“Do you really think I’d let you walk away that easily? “, he purrs. 

“Well, we both know what happens when you threaten to kill me”. 

He’s quicker than before, shoving you against the wall with his forearm against your throat and a dagger in his hand. You smile up at him. “I see you had time to get dressed first”, you spoon feed him the advantage. He sneers down at you, not easing any of the force or tension coming from his large form. He takes a lock of your hair between his fingers, smelling it. “Don’t be mistaken, miss y/n. You and I will be spending quite a lot of time together. See, as you will be working to kill people for Penguin, I’ll be ahead of you stealing the spotlight. You’ll have to be quicker than me, in every. Possible. Way”. He emphasises the last words by pulling you up to him by the lock of hair. You are face to face with the man while standing on your toes. 

You looked him in his big eyes, not daring to look away or blink. “I love a challenge, Victor”. You see his pupils dilate at the sound of his name leaving your lips. He moves his thigh between your legs, causing your own eyes to dilate as well. He removes his forearm from your neck, moving instead to place an open palmed hand on your sternum, though continuing to press you against the wall. You let him play control for just a moment longer, before using all your strength to push him so you have now switched positions, now with Victor against the wall of the hallway. You look up at him coyly, “Sounds fun. Now get out of my building before I change my mind about you”. “And how is it you feel about me, y/n?”. You don’t miss his wink. “I think you know how I feel about you, Zsasz”, you purr. You get off the man, and he leaves your building and quietly as he came. 

This is going to be an interesting job, you thought before entering your apartment and cleaning all weapons from the dining room.

[thisismyhell]

Dialogue Prompts :)

What prompt or combo of prompts would you like to read, and for what character?

1: “God, you’re adorable.”

2: “I promise to love you for the rest of my life.”

3: “You’re my world.”

4: “I’ll love you until the end of the universe”

5: “Do you need a hug?”

6: “Come here”

7: “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore”

8: “I’m too sober for this”

9: “I’m not here to make friends”

10: “I need a place to stay”

11: “It’s 6 in the morning, you are not having vodka”

12: “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake”

13: “Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”

14: “Here, have my blanket”

15: “How could I ever forget about you?”

16: “You’re bleeding all over my carpet”

17: “Tell me you need me”

18: “Here, let me see”

19: “Don’t look down”

20: “Shhh, they’ll hear us”

21: “Your eyes are red… have you been crying?”

22: “I might’ve had a few shots”

23: “Can’t you just please pretend to be my date?”

24: “You came all the way to give it back to me?”

25: “Stop moving on my lap. It’s not making the situation any better”

26: “You are weak with love for her”