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luv4kozume · 2 months

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🍯 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 — CHRIS STURNIOLO

Chris x Fem!Reader

Contains: Swearing, pet names (baby, ma), safe word (not used), blindfold, oral f!receiving, fingering, praise, use of sex toy (vibrator), missionary, overstimulation, multiple f!orgasms, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, established relationship. Proof read!

Synopsis: A story in which Chris finds a box of your sex toys while cleaning your room.

Word Count: 4,697

💋 — Requested: “can u do one where chris finds the readers vibrator in her room and he asks her ab if and then they have sex and he used the vibrator and make it super freaky yk”

💋 — Requested: “hiyaa!! i was wondering if u could write something where matt/chris overstimulate the reader”

a/n: I combined two requests for this one teehee.

The vibrator in this is based off the magic wand plus with four settings (not me exposing myself, bye). I may or may not have had a little bit too much fun w this request!? 😨

Served up real freaky as requested, ENJOY BABIES!!! 💞

*:･ﾟ✧ 💌 *:･ﾟ✧

A thrawt sigh fell from your lips as your fingers clicked against the keyboard. You sat in bed, your back pressed into the pillows and your knees up with your laptop resting in your lap.

You had already been pushing off this assignment for the past week and was dangerously close to the deadline. You were trying so desperately to get done with this paper as your boyfriend, Chris, sat across the room.

He sat hunched over in his gaming chair, caught in a trance in front of his PC. The sleeves of his orange hoodie draping around his arms as his fingers moved rapidly against the controller. His eyes scanning back and forth on the screen and tongue poking out in concentration.

“No! You’re fucking trash!!” He screeched into the mic of his headset, causing you to jump.

You were already overwhelmed and his constant screaming and hollering was not making it any better.

To be fair, he did ask you beforehand if you would mind if he played the game while you did your assignment. At the time the gesture seemed sweet and endearing, and you didn’t mind having him in the same room. But now you were beginning to regret it.

Even though he was irritating you, you still wanted him here with you. But you couldn’t help it when another frustrated sigh slipped out. You could feel your temples pounding as you massaged them with the tips of your fingers.

Chris’ eyes flicked over towards the corner of his PC, seeing just a bit of you through the reflection of the screen. He muted his mic and took off his headset, letting it rest on the back of neck before spinning the chair around to face you.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked, in a much more relaxed tone than before.

“Nothing.” You reply, still trying to rub away that pounding headache of yours. “Just frustrated. And you’re so loud.”

He felt awful, he hadn’t even realized how disruptive he had been. The chair squeaked a bit as he rose up from it, leaving his headset and controller on the desk before making his way towards the bed.

You watched as he nearly tripped over the many clothes that scattered the floor. The bedroom had been a mess for the past week and it was driving you crazy. You just hadn’t had the time or motivation to tidy up and that may have been another reason why you felt so overwhelmed.

The mattress moved a bit as he sat on the edge of the bed, his palm wrapping around your knee in a loving manner before looking up into your tired eyes.

“Go take a shower, I got it.” He says in almost a whisper, nodding his head towards the door.

“Got what?” You ask raising a brow, he only cleaned up whenever you suggested him to.

“The room. I know you hate it when things are a mess so just chill out. I got it.” Chris repeated, a dumb smirk growing on his face at your unamused expression.

“Okay.” You huff out, shutting off your computer and placing it in the center of the bed before hopping out. “Thank you.”

“You don’t gotta thank me.” He replied, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

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The sound of the shower running had faded into the background as Chris started gathering piles of clothes from the floor. Making two separate stacks to decide what was dirty and clean.

He had made a mental goal for himself to get finished with everything by the time you get out of the shower. That way, you’d be able to fully relax. He even shut off his game.

It only took a few more minutes to finally get rid of all the clothes, which thankfully was the bulk of the mess. There was concerning amount of empty pepsi cans laying around his side of the bedroom, so he quickly gathered those and took them to the trash.

Once he returned back in the room, he checked under the bed to make sure that there weren’t any more soda cans that may have rolled under— he knew how much that drove you crazy and didn’t want to get you worked up anymore tonight.

Luckily, there weren’t any but there was something out of the ordinary that caught his attention.

“Huh?” He voiced aloud, focusing his eyes on the small pink box he had never seen before. Curiously, he grabbed onto it and slid it against the carpet towards him.

He sat on the floor with his legs crossed, the box laying in his lap. He took a peek just above the bed at the open door to make sure you weren’t in sight to see him snooping through your things. He knew how embarrassed you’d be if you were to find out.

He had just assumed it was just ordinary girly things like makeup or more clothes. But why did you have it tucked away under your bed?

His fingers grazed over the lid before finally opening it, his eyes widening at the lewd sight in front of him. He certainly wasn’t expecting that.

In the box laid a large blue and white vibrator with three small buttons on the side. It came with a charger that was laying right next to it, along with a pink, silk blindfold.

His heart raced in his chest at the many thoughts running through his mind. All he could think about was the way you could’ve used this on yourself. How you would squirm against the sheets, your face twisting up in pleasure as you pressed the toy against your clit.

An idea about tag teaming you with it consumed those thoughts. He wondered if you would be able to handle both—him and the toy—at the same time.

How you’d look and sound with your vision impaired, the vibrator pressed against you, and his dick ramming into you at a brutal pace. He thought about all the possible positions he could get you in, how your voice would begin to crack after he made you cum over and over again, how you—

“I’m starting to feel so much better!” You beamed, clutching your white bath towel up to your chest. But you don’t see Chris right away, you could hear something shut close and your boyfriend instantly shot up from the floor with his arms behind his back.

“Hey.” Chris spoke, a devious smile tugging at his lips. He tried his best to sound nonchalant but that grin on his face was a dead give away that something was up.

“Hi?” You giggle, pulling out a drawer from the dresser to get some clothes to change in.

He walks over towards you, still keeping his hands behind his back, as he shuts the drawer closed with his knee.

“What, weirdo.” You joke, looking up into his eyes.

“You just won’t be needing clothes. That’s all.” He shrugged.

“And why is that?” You ask, crossing your arms together. Assuming that it has something to do whatever he was hiding.

“Thought you’d never ask.” He replied, finally revealing the mystery to you.

Your mouth fell open and your ears grew hot, seeing your vibrator in one hand and a silk blindfold in the other. You hadn’t used either of them since you and Chris got together. In fact, you almost forgotten about them since you had them tucked away.

“Chris!” You squeal, a wave of embarrassment rushing through you. You reached out, trying to yank it away from him but you were left unsuccessful when he had it raised just above your head.

“When’s the last time you used it?” He asks, ignoring your pouting.

“I don’t remember, it’s been a while.” You huff out, adjusting your towel back up to your chest.

“Well, what do you think about using it right now?” He suggested with a smirk.

You felt like your knees were going to give out just by his simple question. You already knew exactly what he meant but you couldn’t form the right words to respond. He searched your eyes for an answer and to him, the message they were sending was blatantly clear.

You watched as he tossed the toys at the foot of the bed. Two strong hands slipped around your waist, pulling you in towards him. His fingers dug into the creases the fuzzy towel made around your figure as he pressed his lips against yours.

Your brows furrowed together, whimpering at how Chris hungrily kissed you. His tongue slipping past the plumpness of your lips to get a taste of your own. Your arms reached up around his neck, lazily draping them around his body, allowing your towel to drop around your ankles.

He only groaned into the kiss, blood rushing towards his dick knowing that you were completely nude. His hands slithered down your curves to cup your ass.

You whimpered at this, a bit of saliva trickled down your chin as his tongue swirled against yours in a way that set your body ablaze.

Your hands slid down past his chest and rested on his biceps, entangling your fingers into the soft, thick fabric of his hoodie. You gave a slight tug at his clothing, telling him that you wanted to take this to the bed so that you wouldn’t have to pull away from his lips.

You feel his grin grow on his face, letting out a low chuckle before uttering the word, “Up.”

You let out whine, jumping up from the floor and into his grasp. Scooping you up by the bottoms of your thighs and pressing your body up against his so that your stomach was flushed with his own.

The kiss now turned into a sloppy mess as you tilted your head in the opposite direction of his. Your teeth clashing together and the sounds of them smacking bounced off the walls— eliciting even more delicious groans from him that made your core tingle with excitement.

His feet dragged against the carpet as he slowly carried you over to the bed, not daring to pull away from your lips in the process. The bed frame creaked as the two of you adjusted against the mattress.

Your fingertips grazed just over his stubble, pulling him in closer as your legs fell open. Allowing for his hips to rest in between them. He swallowed each whine that escaped past your lips as he shamelessly rutted his bulge against your bare pussy. Your arousal staining the fabric of his grey sweats.

He earned another whine from you once he finally pulled away, rising up between your legs. Your chest heaved as you watched his fingers loop underneath the hem of his hoodie, tugging it up over his head and tossing it to the floor.

His black tee raising up just a bit, getting a good glimpse of the happy trail that decorated his toned stomach before falling back down. His silver chain glittering in the dim lighting the lamp illuminated in the bedroom. He saw the hungry look in your eyes, subconsciously asking him for more.

“Want this off too, ma?” He taunts, pulling at the bottom of his shirt only to leave you a flustered mess.

He already knew the answer before you gave him a cute nod, already pulling away at his clothing and letting it join his hoodie on the floor.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, seeing his hand grab hold of the small piece of silk and bringing it up to your face. You already knew what he was going to do, your arms bent so that you could prop yourself up by your elbows. This allowed him to stretch the elastic band over your head, bringing the silk down to your forehead.

“You can tell me when you want it off, okay? You know the word.” He reassured, before bringing the blindfold down over your eyes.

“Okay.” You reply, adjusting yourself back into the mattress.

Your mouth fell open just slightly and your hands balled up into weak, shy fists as they rested on your chest. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in every part of your body, nervously waiting for Chris’ next move.

Your hips buck up from the bed when you felt both of his warm hands wrap around your waist. Usually you weren’t this animated when your boyfriend touched you, but now that one of your senses had been hindered, it made every touch seem much more than it actually was. If this is how you reacted with just his hands on you how would you react to the vibrator?

His hair gently brushed against your skin as he peppered tender kisses into your stomach. You wiggled into his grasp, your arms naturally falling against your sides, allowing his head to come up further to press kisses into your chest.

You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling him cup your breasts and squeeze them together. Butterflies filling your stomach as you felt his clothed dick press into your core once again. You could feel your cheeks and ears growing hot from all the intensity.

“Let me hear those pretty sounds, baby. You know how much I love ‘em.” Chris coaxed against your skin before wrapping his lips around your nipple.

Your brows knitted together and your teeth let go of your lips, allowing a faint whimper to slip out. His chain pressing into your skin as his stomach was flushed with yours. He groaned against the plushness of your skin, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, arching your back up from the bed.

Your palms flattened against his shoulder. A low vibration coursed through you as Chris hummed against your skin, loving the way your nails sank down into his flesh. Your hips squirmed underneath him, desperately trying to get that sweet relief of friction down below. It was like an itch you just couldn’t scratch.

You heard a slight popping sound once he released from your nipple, only to show the next one the same amount of attention.

His fingers pressed into the already wet, sensitive bud. Gently rolling it between his fingertips as his tongue flicked against the other.

His cock twitched against the constricting fabric of his boxers as a series of whines slipped past your lips. He loved being the cause of them and couldn’t wait to pull even more out of you.

Another popping sound came, you sighed feeling the warmth of his damp lips now pressing into your hot skin. Leaving a trail of sloppy kisses from your ribcage down to your waist. His thumbs tracing circles into your hips and a few soft strands of his hair tickled against you as his head slowly inched its way between your legs.

Two strong hands wrapped around the back of your thighs, slowly prying them open to leave you whimpering at how exposed you felt. Your heart pounded in your ears as you tried to prepare yourself for what was about to come, but Chris moved at a terribly slow pace that made it nearly impossible to predict what he was going to do next.

Was he going to use his tongue or perhaps his fingers? Or shit, maybe he’d start right off with the vibrator. All those thoughts fogged up your mind and you couldn’t tell if your face was hot with embarrassment or excitement.

Either way, all those thoughts came to an end once he finally gave you what you craved the most— direct contact.

His name slipped out in a sharp gasp when you felt his tongue flatten against your clit. He licked a stripe on it before pulling away with a smirk, humming in amusement over how worked up you were getting from just his tongue. Perhaps he should blindfold you more often.

Your fingers clenched onto the sheets, feeling his tongue start from your slick entrance. He made sure to gather each drop of your sweet juices before bringing his mouth back up to your puffy clit.

“Fuck.” You sighed, your legs quivering around his head. Your toes started to curl in and your back raised up from the mattress as he stayed latched onto your cunt as if his life depended on it.

Your arousal had already saturated his lips, dripping down his chin and soaking into the satin sheets. His grip remained strong around your hips, reducing the amount of wiggling you could do.

His prickly stubble brushed against your thighs as the sound of his lips smacking filled your ears. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach from all the lewd sounds that came from him, being sure to soak up everything in this moment.

Your fingers made their way towards his hair, combing through his locks before slightly tugging at his scalp. Eliciting a low grunt from him that sent pleasing vibrations into your core.

You whimpered as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach start to build up, a telltale sign that you were fairly close. Chris is also aware of the fact, knowing how your voice tends to get higher as you approach your high.

“Chris..” You plea, rustling against the sheets. “Baby, I’m close..”

His eyes flicked up to you, although you can’t see him, he couldn’t help but look up at you. Your lips poking out in a needy pout, your brows furrowing together, your cheeks flushed and your chest heaving— so sweet and angelic as you were slowly beginning to unravel right before his eyes.

“Come on, let go for me.” He uttered against your flesh before diving right back in and attacking your most sensitive bit.

“Oh, shit.” You cry, tossing your head back into the pillows, your whole body now levitating off the mattress. The elastic band of your orgasm now snapped after hearing his melodic words of confirmation.

His tight grip around you loosened just a bit giving you the opportunity to smush his face in between your thighs. His cheeks glowing a rosy hue as his nostrils flared against you, his tongue remained glued to your clit as you rode out your high.

Your body melted back into the sheets and your legs slowly fell back open. You exhaled a sigh as you were starting to catch your breath, only to let out a sharp gasp once you felt a sudden feeling of stimulation.

Your clit twitched against his lips as he pressed a kiss into your folds, his face now glistening in the dim lighting just as much as your pussy. A timid, shaky hand raised up to push his head away, a low conniving chuckle soon followed.

“It’s sensitive..” You whined, attempting to close your legs.

“You don’t think I can get one more out of you?” He asked in a taunting voice. His large hands roaming all over your body, sending a shiver down your spine. “Please baby, for me?”

“But—“ You start to protest, only to be cut off.

His hips made their way back in between your legs, he leaned in towards you so that his stomach was now flushed with yours. You could feel his chain dangling just over your breasts as he lowered himself down, various strands of hair now brushing against your cheek as he peppered kisses into the nape of your neck.

“You know the word when it’s too much.” He coaxed in your ear, his kisses now getting lower as his hand slithered down last your stomach.

“Chris!” You gasped, feeling the pads of his fingers press into your swollen clit. He wasted no time massaging quick yet gentle circles into your sensitivity.

“Gotta make sure you’re nice and wet for my cock, yeah?” He groaned, his fingers sliding down your slick folds, making sure to coat them up good with your juices before daring to slip inside your entrance.

Your arms draped around his neck, nails digging into his back as his lips were now pressing kisses into your cheek, slowly inching them towards the corner of your mouth and then finally your lips.

Your tongue intermingled with his own as his fingers slowly pressed their way inside, dipping deep into your wetness. Chris swallowed your moans as he started pumping the two digits inside you. Your moist, spongy walls hugged around him just right, it had his cock weeping in his boxers to be set free.

“Squeezing around me so.. fucking.. nice.” He groaned against your lips in between smacks. “Can’t wait to fill that pussy up with my dick, you’d like that, huh? Fuck you full of my cum?”

Before you could give him an answer, all of the pleasure and warmth was gone. You whined loudly in frustration, bucking your hips up into the air, desperate for more. You were working up another orgasm only for it to be snatched away in a blink of an eye.

“Be patient, baby.” He chuckles at your pathetic pouting. All you could hear was the bed frame squeaking and the weight shifting in the bed, you assumed he was getting up. “All good things come in time.”

A clicking noise soon followed that, then the sheets rustled as his knees sank back down into the mattress. You didn’t know this of course, but he had the biggest grin plastered across his face knowing that he had the upper hand in the situation— perhaps he was enjoying this a little too much.

His grey sweats and boxers were now scattered on the floor, his neglected cock rising up to his stomach, twitching at the wondrous sight in front of him. The vibrator sat up in his dominate hand as the other slowly pried your legs back open.

A low whimper escaped past your lips, feeling the head of the vibrator press against you. Chris ran the silicone along your wet folds before finally bringing it back up to your aching clit. His free hand pressed into the back of your thigh, his thumb massaging into your plush skin.

“Oh, fuck..” You whined, your body curled up towards him as he clicked one of the blue buttons on.

The toy giving off a low yet pleasing sensation that traveled all throughout your body as he pressed the toy further into your core. That same devious grin remained on his face, growing bigger by the second as he watched you squirm about. Making the weakest attempts to wiggle away from the overstimulation.

“Don’t run away, now. I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” He whispered, his free hand forcing your hips down in place. His thumb tauntingly brushed over the button just before raising the setting up to two.

Your legs now shaking and your bottom lip was tucked behind your teeth, trying your best to contain yourself but Chris made it terribly difficult.

“Have you ever made it to four?” He asked, keeping the silicone head right on your clit, occasionally pressing deeper into you to give you that extra pressure. Your hips stuttered in his grasp each time he did so.

You could hardly withstand the intensity of the second setting, you couldn’t possibly imagine attempting the fourth. Shit, you haven’t even experienced the third.

Your jaw fell open, attempting to give him an answer but your mind was all fogged up. Broken moans slipped out between each incoherent word, leaving you trembling in embarrassment when you heard Chris laugh.

“You can work up to it, baby. Don’t worry.” He cooed.

Your breath hitched in your throat as the bed shifted, the vibrator rocking into your cunt as he adjusted himself in the bed. His fingers wrapped around your dainty wrist, slowly bringing it up to the toy.

“Gonna be good for me and hold it up?” He says, finally passing it over to you once you replied with a feverish nod.

You whimpered as your fingers grazed his, grabbing a hold of the vibrator. Your breathing slowed just a bit as you had gotten used to the sensation by now.

That was until another clicking sound came and you nearly screamed feeling the toy rise to the third setting.

Both of your hands now wrapped around it’s handle as your entire body trembled. You were so close to letting the safe word slip out.

Despite the overwhelming amounts of pleasure coursing through you, deep down you knew that the last thing you wanted was for it to end.

“Atta girl, you’re doing so good.” Chris purred with a smirk.

His fingers wrapped around the base of his member, slowly pumping it before aligning his tip with your sopping wet entrance. His teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he teasingly ran his head against your folds, making sure to lather his cock in your juices before finally slipping himself inside.

“Fuck, fuck..” You whined, feeling your second orgasm quickly creeping up on you.

A low groan slipped past the brunette’s lips, his chin dropping down to his chest as your plush walls hugged around him in all the right ways. His fingers dug into your thighs, pushing your legs up further to your chest, causing your tits to squeeze together.

The new angle allowed him to press his way into you deeper. Your back arched as you felt his girth stretching you out, his head kissing that sweet, sensitive area inside you that made your toes curl and voice hoarse.

“Squeezing the life outta me, s-shit.” He stuttered, wasting no time ramming his pelvis into your hips.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire, your breathing quickening and your voice now raspy from how much you’ve been crying. Your clit ached against the vibrator, not knowing how much more you could take— but still refusing to say that word.

His eyes flicked down to your hands, your grip so tight on the handle that your knuckles changed color. He couldn’t hold back his laugh as he gazed at the button, so tempted to see how you’d react to the highest setting.

As much as he’d love to prolong this little session, he didn’t know how much longer he could last. Especially with you clenching around him so tight, his veins twitched along your walls as his orgasm crept up on him too.

Click!

“Chris! No, no, no..” You squealed, at the sudden change of speed. The new sensation too much to bare and had you cumming in an instant, your juices spraying all over the toy and Chris.

You dropped the toy, attempting to catch your breath but Chris kept on going. His thrusts were quicker and much more sloppy now.

He raised up your silk blindfold with a pinch, locking his eyes into your glossy ones. His hands now back on your hips, raising you up from the mattress as he pounded into you, showing you no mercy.

The sight was nearly enough to send him over the edge. Your bouncing tits, your strained voice, the erotic sound of your wetness. A grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he peered down at your core, amazed at how much you came. He really got a kick out of watching himself stuffing you full of his cock.

Your hands wrapped around his for leverage before hiccuping a quiet, “Hurry..” warning him that you were close to tapping out and calling it quits.

Luckily for him, it wasn’t long before he finally came, his hot seed spilling out into you— filling you up to the brim. You chanted his name like it was prayer, your brain unable to think of anything else other than him and his dick.

His body collapsed on top of you, his lips lazily kissing away at your pouty ones. His cock still inside you, twitching about as your thumbs traced along his rough stubble.

After a few moments had passed, he finally pulled out with a sigh, leaving you whining from sensitivity. The sheets were soaked with cum and your bodies were both a sweaty and sticky mess.

“Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?” Chris said, carrying you out of bed and towards the bathroom.

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luveline · 7 months

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hiyaa girlyy!! so i have a fic request and it's totally fine if you don't want to write / don't feel comfortable reading or doing it: and also, i'm not sure if someone thought of this yet, but how about spencer just being friends with a stripper. like their are murders ongoing abt strippers and spencer sees reader at one of the crime scènes and everybody's shocked since their sooo sweet and comfortable together? (and bonus point if she wears his jacket or something since it's cold)

thank you for your request! if you have more requests for this pairing please send them my way!

"I tried to call you!"

Hotch looks up from his phone at the shout. He'd been texting Jessica one handed in an attempt to tell her and Jack that he won't be home tonight, and he isn't usually easily startled, but he isn't expecting you to talk to him. Or call him.

He blinks back his fatigue —you're obviously not talking to him. You're almost nondescript in your hoodie, but Hotch isn't confident you're wearing any pants, or underwear. It was a rush job to bring everyone out from the club, and you and the rest of the dancers stand on the sidewalk in various states of undress.

"Can we get some jackets, please?" Hotch asks, turning back to the beat cops standing by. "Thermal blankets? Anything?"

When he turns back, Spencer's not where he was. Hotch casts his gaze back to you near the club doors, your hair messed up from the scuffle but your face intricate and untouched, just as pretty as the rest of your fellow dancers, and doubly so as you throw your arms around Spencer Reid's tall shoulders.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Spencer says, squeezing you hard, your heels lifting off of the rain-sullied sidewalk. "I told you to stay home!"

"I can't stay home, Spencer. How would I make money?"

"I'll pay for the hours you miss, I told you that, too."

"Baby, you couldn't afford it," you tease lightly, setting back down. Your hand immediately rises to Spencer's cheek, your painted nails scratching delicately at his skin. "I've missed you. Where have you been?"

"California, then Albuquerque."

"Killing bad guys?"

Hotch doesn't consider Spencer a lonely guy, and he doesn't think he'd ever be collected enough to enter a strip club, and yet. There he is, hugging and checking over a stripper with as much care and tenderness as he'd show any member of the team. And judging by your smile, you're enamoured with him. Whether romantically or otherwise is anyone's guess.

Morgan's, apparently. "Sorry, I'm sorry, does Reid have a girlfriend? Like, a…?"

"You can say stripper," Emily says, though she's similarly nonplussed. "I mean, there's no way. Right?"

"They're just friends," JJ says.

The team turns to her in betrayal. Clearly, JJ knew about this and said nothing, and Hotch has things to do but this is so thoroughly bizarre that he gives himself five minutes of curiosity; he lets the others berate her for answers.

"Come on, JJ! When did this happen? How did this happen?" Emily asks, her voice dropping to a scandalised whisper.

In the background, Spencer peels out of his jacket that barely fits around your shoulders. You wear it anyhow, wrapping your arm through his and leaning on his shoulder. "Thanks, Dr. Reid."

"I really wish you'd stay home when I tell you too." He rubs your arm amicably.

"Her old boss was a typical heavy-handed sleaze," JJ explains, voice soft with sympathy. "Spence said he used to see her at the grocery store with bruises. She stayed with him for a few days and found a new club… He said she can smile through anything, even a broken wrist."

Hotch understands. This part of Virginia pretends to be better than it is, and while you seem happy enough now in your profession, he knows it can't be easy. Spencer did for you what he would've done for anyone. You've clearly seen the good in him, treating him with a real and easy affection, adoring through shivers as you look up at him and ask, "Are you eating enough? You look tired."

"I'm exhausted worrying about you. You're exhausting. Like, where are the sweatpants I got you? You'll get hypothermia."

"I was trying not to get murdered. You're lucky I grabbed the hoodie." You turn to the team, as though you've known they were watching the entire time. "You wanna introduce me to your friends?" you ask. Hotch detects a hint of insecurity under all your bubbly sweetness.

Spencer laughs loudly, ushering you forward with a hand on your shoulder. "Don't chicken out this time."

"Don't embarrass me in front of the special agents!" you whisper.

"I'm a special agent."

"No, you're a doctor. He's a special agent." Your gaze narrows in on Hotch. "Hi, you're the boss, huh?" You eye his naked marriage finger briefly, and he knows you're kidding, but he still has to fight to stay expressionless as you continue, "How come handsome guys like you don't ever wanna see me dance?"

Hotch puts out his hand. "Aaron Hotchner. It's nice to meet you."

You shake his hand, though you stay as close to Spencer as you can manage without stepping on his shoes. "Right. Too respectful. It's really nice to meet you too, Agent Hotchner. Can you catch the bad guy soon? I'll end up on Spencer's cough again if I don't make rent."

Morgan opens his mouth and Hotch promptly shuts him down with a raised hand. "We will. You have my word."

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saprozoicworm · 4 months

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hiyaa!!! have you ever drawn thomas lacey????? i think i saw him where you posted the gary drawings

it's funny you ask this bc i was just thinking about drawing him again

#i have such a hard time coming up with poses sorry #ask #south park #south park thomas

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whoevengaf · 2 years

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Scarlet & mahogany ❤️

scarlet: think of your favourite genre. what kind of media in that genre do you prefer - books, films, or tv series?

Ehehehe…..so whaaaatttt if I just said video game?? I really dont read books…..of watch movies,,,,,,or series…..but I watch other people play games! Thats sth right!! Enjoy fantasy and esp anything that’s fiction the most btw <3 but there’s always gems in other genres

mahogany: what is your favourite musical instrument, in terms of sound?

Oooo this is hard…..i really like the sounds of electric guitars and pianos and violins! Also trumpets….harps….. uhm lets say my fave is electric guitar IF singing doesn’t count!

#MISS SARRAAA!! HIYAA!#ask #ask game #Sara <333 #❤️❤️❤️❤️#I JUST CHECKED MY DRAFTS. I NEVER ANSWERED THIS

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voonroo · 3 months

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hiyaa!! i hope you're having a good day! I was wondering if you could do some alastor & teen! reader where they used to be his adopted child when he was alive? they reincarnate or something and find themselves in hell for some odd reason as their human reincarnation? they might not remember him but might find themselves comfortable around Alastor subconsciously?

sorry if this is too abstract/weird and you don't have to do it if you don't want to! :D

I Love You As If My Own

⌐‣ Alastor + TEEN Reader REQ

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: These platonic Alastor & teen reader requests are gonna send me into an asylum. I AM GOING CRAZY OVER THEM. (in the best way possible)

Alastor & Teen Reader

There was actually no way that you wouldn't have ended up in hell after being adopted by this man in the human world, sorry.

He feels a bit bad seeing that you came into hell shortly after him, knowing he played into that.

But he made a promise with himself to protect you till the very end.

He felt even worse when you didn't quite remember him. You had foggy memories of him at best.

He kept you by his side anyways. Who were you to complain? You had protection in hell by Alastor the Radio Demon. You'd be stupid not to accept the help- and he didn't even ask you for your soul.

He would take you out and let you shop for clothes that suited your style. Which was much like his when you were alive.

Maybe he even introduced you to a couple of his friends down here in hell. (Rosie, Mimzy, hell even Husk and Nifty at least knew your name.)

He’d let you initiate hugs whenever, even when you barely knew him.

Oh, you want to be a guest on his show? “Why I'd be delighted to have you on the air!”

Wanna just sit back and listen? “Go right on ahead my dear! Your company is always welcomed!”

And when the hotel opened up he brought you there as well.

“Dear! There's a neat hotel opening up to rehabilitate sinners- rehabilitate sinners! I tell you.”

By the time the hotel was a thing, you and Alastor had grown close. Possibly even closer than when you were alive.

Only surviving in hell and rising to the top as father and child will get you that level of bond.

You bet your ass you're practically as strong as him (if not more) with all the time you've spent by his side down in hell.

The first time you let a “dad” slip for your mouth Alastor turned his head towards you so fast you could have sworn you heard a crack.

Oh how he missed that…

Word Count: 342

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Something Else || Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Request - hiyaa i have such a 😩😩 storyline in my head and i think you would excecute it soo well! Sooo i was thinking Hotch x Reader where they have to chase someone but somehow reader ends up in a car alone... Read Rest Here

A/N: Ahhh missed writing for my criminal minds fav man! Thank you for the request anon, hope ya like it :)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Hotch’s voice was low, groveling, begging you not to do it desperately through the car speaker, “Agent, stand down!”

You pressed down on the peddle of the black SUV you were driving too aggressively a little harder, “Hotch, he’s going to get away and hurt somebody else.” Somehow your voice was much steadier than his as you focused on the unsub in the small sedan racing ahead of you.

“Dammit Y/N, do not engage the unsub. That is an order.” He was more panicked than anything. He shouldn’t have let you go to that police station alone. This was such a you thing to do. You didn’t seem to care about your safety and it terrified Aaron. You would put your life on the line every single time if it meant saving somebody else. You were too selfless, too good for this job. It was going to kill you if he didn’t talk to you about it soon.

“But Hotch! I can intercept him. End this whole thing now. I have to.” You mumbled mindlessly as you came up with your brilliant plan to speed up in front of him on the road next to the one he was on. The two of you were heading out of the city into the countryside with grided roads. You could intercept him down the road if you played it out correctly.

You heard shuffling on the other side of the call before he continued his pleas, “You’re going to get yourself killed. You’re going to get somebody else killed Agent! Stand down!” To his credit he certainly wasn’t backing down in his demands. He was committed to getting you to stop what you were doing. But he should’ve known you better than that. You’d never stand down. Not when you had the opportunity to stop him.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. I’ll manage.” You sped quickly down the dark country roads knowing you’d have to be hauling it to execute your plan. Get ahead of him enough you could cut down the side road and crash into him. He wouldn’t see it coming.

“You’re not listening to me.” He was all out desperate now as you ignored him and pressed on.

“I have to Hotch. I’ll be okay. I promise.” You hung up the phone in a hurry as your turned your car down the next road, you could do this. But you couldn’t have your boss yelling in your ear if you were to do this properly. You just needed to clip the back end of his vehicle as he sped on by. You got there seconds before he did allowing yourself to decide if you really wanted to or not.

Instincts took over and you gunned it, hard. The front end of your SUV smashed into the rear end of the unsubs small Honda Civic speeding on by. The sound of crunching metal was one that always shocked you. It was just so loud. What you’d failed to calculate was just how hard you hard pressed the gas. One moment you were conscious, the next you felt you head smack against the airbag sending you into that blackened state you really did try to avoid but couldn’t this time.

When the bright light of the doctors flashlight hit your eyes your body decided it was time to come back to reality. A muffled groan escaped your throat while your eyelids finally decided to work and slowly opened up adjusting to the bright lights around you.

“Ah, there you are.” The doctor standing beside your bed smiled, “Great to see you awake. Your head may hurt. Took quite a hit there according to your boss. Looks like a mild concussion. Didn’t find anything else on intake. Got off lightly all things considered.” He pointed towards the man sleeping in the corner of your room. He looked so peaceful, the usual downturned scowl on his face had vanished in his own unconscious state.

“Mmm suppose I did.” You mumbled still coming back into reality. It wasn’t a moment later you heard Hotch shuffle from behind the doctor, light sleeper he was.

The doctor must’ve heard it too as he turned back to Aaron, “She’ll be just fine, see? Nothing to worry about.” He motioned to your wakened state, “I’ll be back in a little while. Have a few labs I need to check and then we should be able to get you out of here.” The older doctor smiled kindly at you before leaving you stranded with your probably over angry boss.

He crossed his arms over his chest as he took you in. You’d never truly felt so small under his gaze until now. He was angry, pissed, “I should have you fired.”

You closed your eyes fighting back the oncoming tears. You vowed to never cry in front of him but damn it was going to be hard to stop them. Your head was pounding, your boss who you had a massive crush on was threatening to fire you and all you wanted to do was shrivel up under the thin hospital blanket.

He cleared his throat seeing you react so timidly under his intimidating gaze he so hardly used on his team. He knew it wasn’t the time nor place no matter how angry he was. He could be angry later. You needed him now and he had to suck it up for what you needed, “Let me be clear. I should, but I won’t.” He dropped his rigid stance once your eyes made their way back over to him.

You nodded, looking away quickly. You were too ashamed to look him in the eye for too long, “I’m sorry. Did you get the unsub?” Your curiosity needed to know even if it would piss him off further.

He let out a shake of his head, “You’re something else Y/N. Yes, we got him. You knocked him out too. Quiet the scene to arrive to. Scared the shit out of me.” He grabbed the chair from beside the bed and pulled it close to sit down next to you, “Finding you with blood all over your face had me thinking the worst. You’ve got to be more careful. You’ve got to start giving a shit about yourself Y/N. You can’t keep pulling stunts like these.” His deep brown eyes searched yours hoping you’d finally hear his words he had been begging you to hear.

You heard him, you always did. But you couldn’t understand why he always tried to stop you and nobody else on the team. Derek pulled the same stunt not even a years ago, “But Derek did the same thing last August…”

He stopped you by grabbing your arm gently. He’d hardly ever touched you let alone grasped your seemingly small bicep, “You aren’t Derek, Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes, you knew you were likely pushing your luck with your very handsome superior, “I know that Hotch, but I’m an Agent just like him. I have to take these risks too. What makes me different?”

He let go of your bicep before looking away and grumbling something you couldn’t hear. When he turned back to you his softened features had turned back to the usual scowl he wore in the office. Neutral natural Hotch.

Deciding to push your luck you continued to chirp, “What makes me different Hotch? He gets praise while I get scolded? Come on!”

He shook his head seemingly conflicted of his next words, “You’re just not him, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“That’s not an answer Hotch!” You were getting worked up now, “What? So, everyone else gets to take risks to move on up in their career and I get to sick back and watch? That’s not fair Hotch and you know it!”

“You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” His usual stoic tone roared with emotion he so rarely showed. You were getting somewhere now. You just had to poke him a little further.

That wasn’t good enough for you, “So could all of my coworkers yet they get praised!”

“It’s different.” His voice had calmed but he felt his emotions bubbling to the surface as you continued to push him.

You let out a sigh after feeling like you were just going in circles, “What’s different Hotch?” You weren’t yelling but you certainly weren’t quiet.

He ran his hands through his hair conflicted beyond belief. But fuck it, you weren’t going to let it go until he gave you an answer right? He couldn’t think of a good enough excuse, so he gave you the truth instead, “I don’t love them.”

It felt like your rapidly beating heart stopped right then and there. Loved? Had you had a thought that Hotch had loved you? He’d always treated you different sure, but you never had an inkling thought he had done that because he loved you.

“You… you love me?” It felt like your throat was made sandpaper as you really processed his words.

He nodded his head at you. Slowly, watching for your reaction, he grabbed for your hands hoping to understand if you could potentially feel the same. He’d done an excellent job hiding it based on your shocked reaction. It wasn’t bad, no. You just seemed genuinely shocked.

“I love you.” He said it a bit more confidently this time.

“Are you sure?” It was the only thing you could think, and it sounded funnier spoken out loud than you truly had meant. Because why would your successful boss who seemed so far out of your league. You were only five years out of school. A measly twenty-seven-year-old attempting to figure out what being an adult actually entailed.

His stoic expression broke out into a smile followed by a soft chuckle. You’d always adored when he smiled. It seemed few and far in between he let you see that side of him, “You really are something else, you know that right?” He continued grinning at your reaction to his confession, “But yes, I’m positive. I’ve had a few years to ponder it.” He continued smiling seeing your expression go from shock to a smile to a slight blush back to embarrassment all within a few moments. He’d always found your expressiveness adorable beyond belief and this was no exception. Without much of a second thought he grabbed for your fidgeting hands hoping he could provide your brain some comfort.

“I uhm… wow. That’s not what I thought you’d say… I yeah.” Your face flushed further under his loving gaze. Now that he’d said the words out loud it’s like you were given to a softer, sweeter Aaron Hotchner that was just underneath his stoic surface.

Sure, you’d had a massive crush on the man. Looked up to him. Wanted to be him. Like almost everything about him. But did you love him? You liked him a lot. Loved him though? You thought further. You’d crushed on him since the moment Strauss had introduced you right out of college. But he was with Haley at the time. You’d pushed down the bubbling feelings for your boss that was nearly ten years older than you. He was everything you wanted to be and more. Smart, collected, calm and the best boss you’ve ever had. Yeah, you loved him too. You’d always loved him. The way he treated everyone. The way he was able to be the best version of himself when he needed to be.

He found comfort that his words had sent you into a babbling state. You hadn’t pulled your hand away from his which was a good sign, “You don’t have to say anything Y/N. I just.. I’m sorry I told you like that. You just, wouldn’t stop until I told you.” He grinned knowing that he just put it back onto your own actions for his statement. Which was true, you had decided to push and poke and prod. It kind of was your fault.

It was your turn to laugh now, “I’m sorry for yelling. Escalating. You know how I am.” You smiled bashfully at the man who had your heart. And who apparently loved you, who would’ve thought? Certainly not you.

He nodded, giving your much smaller hands in a gentle squeeze, “Like I said, you’re something else. Now, get some sleep. I’ll wake you when you need to. You need to rest. We’ll talk later.”

You nodded at him, closing your eyes at his request. But before you could drift off you had to confess the same to him, “Hotch?”

“Call me Aaron. Yes?” He answered your question with his own.

You smiled after opening your eyes and making eye contact with him. He truly was a stunning man. Inside and out.

“Alright Aaron.” You laughed seeing the way his eyes lit up under the new way you said his name. It was thrilling. The two of you were learning about the others in their own ways, “I love you too.”

His smile only grew wider before he smirked over to you, “Are you sure?”

“Don’t make fun of me Aaron Hotchner!” You giggled feeling the weight of the world being lifted off your shoulders. Even though your head was aching it felt good to be here with him. He was laughing right along with you. The two of you off in your own little bubble finally finding each other after pining for so long over the years.

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shun-nie · 9 months

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Hiyaa!! Im in love with your satosugu fic. If you dont mind, can you write satosugu trying to get reader into their relationship but the reader is oblivious and is a closet fujoshi. So in her head is only satosugu forever and never imagine herself is added in the equation. It would be a great crack fluff in my head but you can go wild for my ideas

-🐣anon

I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA. Sorry if it's too short!! Thank you for requesting!!

SatoSugu x fem!reader

->They were a match made in heaven, who are you to separate them?

!!!!Slight angst to fluff, mostly fluff, reader being oblivious and a yaoi reader😌, crack, swearing, mentions of Shoko x reader!!!!

"Kyaaa~The end was so cute!" you hugged the manga close to your chest as you rolled left to right on your bed. The two male leads fell in love at the end of the manga and chose each other despite everything, you were so happy they ended up together!!!

When you looked at the cover of the manga again, which was a picture of the two male leads holding hands as they walked, you thought of your classmates. The strongest sorcerers, (but still annoying despite being the strongests) Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. They were made for each other, they were in love with each other; you were in love with them, but you had no place to be with them. You told yourself that, if you act like you don't have feelings for them, it would actually go away. But you were wrong, so wrong. You wanted to feel their arms around you, wanted to know how their lips would feel on your skin, you wanted to hold their hands as you walk with them. You wanted everything, but decided that you won't get anything from them for the sake of their love.

You were thinking while looking at the ceiling, lost in your thoughts. What separated you from your thoughts was the notification sound coming from your phone, you grabbed the phone from your nightstand and looked at the screen to see who texted you.

[Sho-chan❤️]

-> I'm sitting at the bench on the garden without a cute girl to keep me company, isn't it sad??

[Y/N-nie🌹]

-> Don't worry dear, the cute girl is on her way!!!😍👍

You chuckled to yourself and you wore an oversized T-shirt on top and a black shorts reaching your knees underneath, Yaga gave you guys a break from the missions, you were happy he did though.

You opened the door of your room and stepped outside, after closing the door behind you and locking it you started to walk towards the garden. It was a sunny day, you were glad you took two cold drinks from your mini fridge before you left. Shoko was sitting on a bench, smoking, with a grey t-shirt and sweatpants on her. You called out her name, she looked at you and smiled. You smiled back and sat beside her, placing her dring on the bench. She took it, you were stting in silence, it was comforting.

"So, how was your day so far?" You asked while taking a sip of your drink, Shoko leaned her head on your shoulder, you didn't mind.

"Better now that you're here." She smiled, teasing you. You laughed, pinching her cheek softly. You were teasing eachother for the next minutes, being playful until—

"Shoko!!!!Y/N!!!!" Satoru called out, both you and Shoko turned your heads towards his voice. Satoru, who had a wide smile on his face, and Suguru beside him were walking towards you two. You heard Shoko sigh, you chuckled and waved to the two. They shared a look before grinning, Satoru bent down and wrapped his arms around you. You let out a confused "Eh?" when he kissed your cheek, Suguru chuckled at your confused expression as Satoru teased you about being a shy little girl. You were confused beacuse Satoru just a girls cheek in front of his own boyfriend, and Suguru was okay with this? Were you missing something?

"Why didn't you call us and tell us you were going to hang out in the garden? Look, Suguru, they're excluding us!!" Satoru dramatically put his hand on his heart and put on a resentful expression, Suguru smiled and pat his shoulder, also acting dramatic.

"Yes, Satoru...They don't want us here, and we called them our best friends!!!" Suguru placed his hand on his heart, you sighed, these two dorks....

"Yes, we don't want you here. We were just about to kiss, so sho sho." Shoko waved her hands towards them like they were some dogs, you laughed, but Satoru didn't seem to like the joke as he frowned. You noticed Suguru looking away from you and Shoko too.

"About to kiss? Ha ha. What a funny joke, Shoko." Satoru rolled his eyes and pouted, he sat next to you and snuggled to your side. Suguru walked to the bench and sat between you and Shoko, Shoko didn't like this and frowned as she told Suguru to sit on the ground which earned a chuckle from Suguru.

"Y/NNNNNNN~ Are you cheating on me with Shoko? You're so meannnnn!" Satoru whined, you were so confused, first he kisses your cheek and now he acts like you two are dating? While his boyfriend is literally sitting next to you? The heck is up with them?

"I don't know about me but you're kinda cheating on Suguru right now..." You said quietly, Suguru smiled and kissed your head. Shoko looked like she wasn't surprised they were being this affectionate towards you, she got up and walked the other way as she lighted up a cigarette. Your eyes widened as you realized you were left alone with these two. 'Oh shit.' you thought.

"It wouldn't be much of a problem if you just beacome ours." Suguru said softly, smiling at you. You let out an 'huh?' as you didn't understand them, Satoru sighed and started to play with your hair. Are they trying to say that they want you in their relationship or? No, no. That's too stupid. They were a match made in heaven, why would they want you?

"You love us, don't you? We realized we both love you too, so become ours will ya'?" Satoru said and kissed your cheek, Suguru flicked his forehead and kissed your lips quickliy as Satoru groaned. You were in shock. Were you dreaming? Oh god, you don't actually want to wake up.

"So?"

"What do you say, love?"

"I—..umm..." Fuck. You were blushing. Fuck this shit.

"I mean...If you two are okay with it...why not..?

You knew what you were getting into when they both smirked.

(sorry if it's too short😭)

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