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martinsorbit · 10 months
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He doesn't bite (probably)
Bonus:
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enjayvee13 · 2 months
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It was supposed to be just~ a little scribble but I can't help and full on sketch the ballroom scene in Of Fools in Gilded Masks
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I just realized late that I may have used the old designs as reference?? But I still had fun doing this
The charming jester belongs to @head-in-the-icloud and I'm really liking the designs of these goobers. Might draw more of them when an idea springs up
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rayjeff · 2 years
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doodle with no context just sun comforting y/n
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rosemary-morgan · 8 months
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HC's - Making love with them includes... (+18!)
Warning: Nsfw 18+! Language, cum play, oral sex, erotic massages, chocking
Characters: Javier Escuella, Arthur Morgan and Charles Smith X Female Reader. Missing someone? Feel free to ask (❁´◡`❁)
Thanks to all who read and like my stories. Stay healthy and take care, my lovely bees 🐝🌺
Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹
(Just the screenshots are mine)
Javier Escuella
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He is in a flirty mood all the time. Just like you. You both can hardly wait to be undisturbed. You need your peace and quiet, far away from the others, to give each other the love you need.
You have been a couple for three weeks now and you are madly in love. There is nothing as delightful for you as making love to Javier.
And you do it very often. But as already mentioned, you prefer your privacy.
Often you will retreat to a nearby town, where you will rent a hotel room to let your love run free. There you both can be as loud as you want; or rather, YOU can be as loud as you want.
Often, in the early morning hours when everyone is still asleep, you make love under the blankets. Quietly and secretly, Javier fucks you slowly and sensually.
⦁ Javier knows how to satisfy you and he knows what you like.
⦁ He loves to hear his name on your lips. He loves the sound of your voice as you lay whimpering before him and, by God, he loves to see your body tremble while he fucks you.
⦁ Also he enjoys whispering naughty words. His voice arouses you deeply, even more so when he whispers in your ear and nibbles on your earlobe.
⦁ You always take time to touch each other, kiss and enjoy the sight of each other.
⦁ Javier loves the feel of your soft skin, loves to feel your breasts on his body. The scent of your beautiful femininity.
⦁ Javier is very tender, makes sure you feel comfortable with him. But he also has a wild and passionate side that you can easily awaken. Then he can also get a little rough.
⦁ But there are also moments when you are getting wild. And that is when you have been separated for a while. Javier will tear your blouse off, rip it apart, and won't lose a moment to press his face into your tits, breathing in the scent of your skin. Whispering how much he desires you.
⦁ Oh, he loves to satisfy you with his tongue. The taste of your vagina, the sweet sound of your voice when you fall into ecstasy. Javier takes his time with it. Playing with your clit; sucking and licking it before entering deep into your wet hole and tounge-fucking you out of your mind.
⦁ But also he loves to receive as well. The sight of you kneeling in front of him, looking up at him while you have his cock in your mouth. Your plump, delicious tits pressing against his thighs...
He loves the way you play with his cock. Your fingers stroking his thick balls, massaging them, only to be taken in your mouth afterwards, greedily sucking them. Javier goes crazy every time you doing this, moaning loudly your name.
⦁ He is also into choking. Not too rough, but he grabs your throat during sex when he wants to increase the arousal; and you love it. And while he's chocking you, he's whispering things to you.
⦁ Things like, "Yo te quiero mucho" "You like the way I fuck your sweet little pussy, Y/N?" "You love it a little rougher, don't you? You're so naughty." And "When I'm done with you, I'm going to fuck you with my tongue. You like it, don't you? Oh, you sweet, sweet girl."
⦁ He loves to take you from behind. Your buttocks that wobble with every thrust. The smacking, wet sounds when his tight balls slap your pussy every time. 
⦁ And when you ride him, he enjoys the sight of your bouncing breasts. Your buttocks wobble with every thrust from him. The seductive sight when you roll your head back in pleasure and show off your gorgeous throat.
⦁ Loves to cover you with his sperm. 
⦁ Whether you kneel or lie in front of him, spreading his cum on your face or body will make him go crazy with lust!
⦁ And after your lovemaking, he will hold you in his arms, whispering loving things to you until you both fall asleep.
⦁ You will often find a rose next to your sleeping place in the morning, when Javier has to leave early for reasons.
Charles Smith
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King of foreplay. He takes a lot of time to please and satisfy you. You will come at least once, before you welcome him deep inside you.
⦁ Sometimes he also gives you a massage. He rubs your beautiful body with fragrant oils and he knows exactly which parts of the body he has to massage and caress extensively to arouse you.
⦁ The sight of your shimmering tits, covert with oil, makes his cock hard as stone.
⦁ And when he massages your pussy, he takes a long time. His fingers circle your clitoris while he looks into your eyes. You clearly see the fire, the passion in them. "How does that feel? Is that good, yes?"
⦁ Eventualy, it leads him to finger-fucking you. You get incredibly wet for him, every damn time.
⦁ Love to give oral sex. Charles takes his time and enjoys you to the fullest. Your scent is overwhelming and if it were up to him, he would lie between your thighs all night. You will often hear words like: "You smell wonderful" "Mhm, you taste so good, babygirl."
⦁ His lips and tongue will explore your whole body, every corner. Charles is very tender, very careful with you, like you're as fragile as flower petals.
⦁ You love the feel of his hands when he touches you, caresses you. And the tingling on your skin where he kisses you.
⦁ Making love with you is something very special and intimate for him. Therefore, he wants to be as far away from the others as possible.
⦁ You both go camping often, and love being in nature. It also often happens that you take a longer break of several days. And in these days, you love each other passionately.
⦁ During your lovemaking you smile a lot and words full of love leave your lips.
⦁ He prefers missionary, for he wants to look into your eyes while he fucks you. This is an intimate moment you share. But Charles also loves to have sex in a sitting position. Your wonderful legs wrapped around his strong hips, your heated, sweaty bodies tightly pressed together and your trembling fingers clawing at his long hair, while he kisses your throat, your round tits... just perfect.
⦁ You have a secret place by a river; where there is no human soul, you make love at the edge of the shore. Your naked and wet bodies shimmer under the sun and under the moon.
⦁ And there's something magical about embracing each other at night while the moon shines down on you and fireflies dance around you.
⦁ Charles often spreads flower petals on your cot or on your bed. Whether it's wildflowers or roses, it's a loving gesture that says a lot.
⦁ He washes you gently with lavender water afterwards, holds you in his arms afterwards. He holds you in his arms until you fall asleep. 
Arthur Morgan
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⦁ The two of you look at each other. Full of love, full of affection, holding hands and whispering words of love to each other.
⦁ He also prefers his privacy with you.
⦁ You would camp often in nature, where you can make love in your tent, protected from prying eyes.
⦁ Arthur takes his time to undress you, enjoying every moment with you. He praises your body, kisses and touches every corner with incredible tenderness. This alone arouses you so much that you get all wet for him.
⦁ The first thing he always does when you are naked is to make himself comfortable between your thighs.
⦁ He starts by kissing your inner thighs. Very slowly, agonizingly slowly, watching you very closely. Every twitch, every tremor from you he enjoys. But the most beautiful thing is to see the lust in your face.
⦁ Then, when his own lust grows to strong, he starts to eat you out like a pot of honey. He enjoys every drop. The scent of your femininity makes him crazy with lust. Arthur desires you so much.
⦁ He loves the feel of your delicate body on his manly, strong one. Your skin on his - it's heavenly.
⦁ Slow and sensual. Arthur is a pleasure seeker, but after a while the love making gets a little rougher and Arthur reaches for your body a little harder. 
⦁ He loves to press his face between your tits! It's pure pleasure for him to be able to feast on you. Greedily he takes them in his mouth, sucks on your nipple, while you claw at his hair and go for pleasure.
⦁ He also loves it when you grab his hair and pull it. Whether he's tongue-fucking you or sucking your tits, do it and he'll be yours for eternity.
⦁ He loves missionary position, for he wants to look you in the eyes while he loves you. Arthur wants to see how beautiful you are while feeling incredible pleasure.
⦁ Afterwards, he will hold you in his arms, words full of love will leave his lips. Always asking you for forgiveness, if he was too rough. 
⦁ But Arthur always takes good care of you, and lying in his arms gives you a wonderful feeling.
⦁ Sex in the kitchen is also not uncommon (depending where you live etc.) Desire often overcomes him when he sees you in, while you're making the coffee, or chopping fruit... and by God, he's going to fuck you really good from behind.
⦁ He lays you flat over the table, watching you moaning his name in pleasure. Enjoying the view every time his cock sinks deep into your pussy, his balls smacking against you... You're so wet for him...
⦁ Often he'll smack your ass, gripping it firmly.
⦁ And he is also into roleplaying - Usually he is the bounty hunter and you are his prisoner, completely at his mercy
⦁ You will often find him in the morning preparing some good breakfast for you
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head-in-the-icloud · 1 year
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Hi do you remember your uh thing with sun putting florencent colors for moon not to come out? I've been making something for you with that and i wanted to show you:
"Sun what did you do?"
"Oh sunbean don't be alarmed that mean moonie will not harm you anymore no no no"—His voice seems to be full of excitement it was like he's been waiting a long time to show you what he made but at the same time you could feel that there was something behind that fake joy something that you couldn't put your finger on,but when you would ask him why..he picked you up still freshly couted with florescent paint and hugs you:
"Now sunbun we can always always play and never ever be apart again"
EYO??? aw man, people have been saying that they were gonna write somethin inspired by my comic but now I have a taste!!!! I'm so glad my comic good enough to inspire people to write bout it hdksnsk, i am very excited to see the rest of it, please tag me if you do!
Also as thanks:
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A doodle for your troubles!
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sugarplumwritings · 6 months
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REACTIONS | Reacting To Your Sexy Costume
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker
Timeline: Modern AU!
Reader: Fem Reader!
Note: In honor of the spooky season, I present this! work is hectic so this is something I finally have time around! hope you all like it.
Scenario: It's finally Halloween night, and you have to show off with your husband, of course though, he couldn't wait to see your surprise costume and it did get a reaction out of him.
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Anakin Skywalker
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Anakin emphasized that Halloween would be celebrated with a night in, but despite it being obvious in his voice, plans changed. Ben was having a costume party and invited you and Anakin to tag along to the party. Anakin hesitated at first, but seeing the glee and excitement on your face was enough for him to cave in and agree, but only for your sake. That's when Anakin went shopping for his own costume, while you tended to find your own because of how picky you were at the last few stores you checked. He would rather not ruin your mood and continue to let you have free control over how many stores you would stop at until you found the one you truly wanted.
Eventually, you did, and Anakin saw this as a green light, quickly paying and dipping at the speed of light to get home, smiling when he heard the squeal and mumbling of surprising him with your costume. Even if Halloween was slightly childish to Anakin in some sense, he nonetheless would do anything for you and allowed you to keep your costume to yourself until the night you would both be going to Ben's party. “Alright, you can surprise me, I Promise I won't say anything or glance at it,” He assured you with a small laugh to follow.
Now that night was happening, Anakin stood in his costume downstairs, tapping his foot ever so slightly against the floor. Waiting for you to get ready, Anakin didn't want to be all up on you presently, knowing you were excited for Ben's party and all, he would not push you about going any faster since he didn't want it to seem like he despised going. “Are you almost done?” He spoke across the house, his voice echoing. A small but loud hum could be heard in response. “Almost!” you called out to him. Anakin shakes his head, listening to the sound of the bedroom door. You walked towards the top of the stairs.
Anakin felt his eyes widen slightly, seeing you in such a sexy costume like that. Anakin had a thing for you in dark colors, so seeing the dark toned bodysuit hug your figure along with the sexy bunny ears was enough to make Anakin jump from his skin. Eyes traveling around your body, and zoning out as the sound of your voice, he was in a trance, and he wasn’t rushing to leave it. Anakin always found you sexy, and he always vocalized that too, now the costume spoke to him, and it proved his point why he found you so damn fine.
“Ani. I’m talking to you.” Your voice brought him back to reality, snapping him out of his haze. “I asked you, what do you think?” You spun around, giving him every possible view of the costume. This would either be with Anakin agreeing you looked beautiful and leaving for the party, or taking you back upstairs to handle you in that costume. “I think…you look so damn good. And I don’t think we’ll have time to get to that party” he grinned, his arm wrapping around your waist. “What? We can’t show up late to Ben’s party!” You sighed. Anakin chuckled, his hand rubbing your ass lovingly. “Looks like we’ll have to miss it. You started this problem. Now you get to fix what you did to me…” he spanked you. This caused you to wince as Anakin lifted you up, taking you upstairs.
Let’s just say, you didn’t make it to the party, but he made sure the night wasn’t quiet either and was well spent.
Obi-wan Kenobi
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Ben didn’t mind doing things with you, even if that meant he originally didn’t want to do them. He still agreed upon his love for you, and he knew how much you wanted to dress up for Halloween. “It’s not silly, Ben, I know it sounds lame, but it’ll be fun! We can match!” You spoke with enthusiasm as he chuckled. “I suppose that’s true.” He leaned back on the couch. “Let’s go as Angel’s! You would look wonderful in a white suit!” You suggested. Ben glanced at you, humming in agreement after moments of his silence. “I suppose so, but are you sure you want to go to Anakin’s get together?” He asked. “Of course! Anything to see, Padme!”
Ben sat in the car now, waiting for you to make the surprise costume purchase. He knew that you and Padme were close and wanted as much time together as possible. Which is why he didn’t stop you despite not wanting to be at the store. But upon the glance of you exiting, he let out the breath he was holding in, glad to finally see you.
Now it was time for costumes, Ben was getting his suit ready, and still learning how to adjust to the fake wings on his back. “This is extremely uncomfortable.” He sighed. In hopes, you could hear him from the bathroom. “Oh relax, Mr. Kenobi.” You opened the door, Ben swore the moment he got a glimpse he fell in love again. The sexy white outfit really hugged your figure, and it brought out how beautiful and plump you truly were. “Well my…you look remarkable. Mrs. Kenobi. Glad to call you mine.” Ben walked over, wrapping an arm around your waist.
A small giggle passed your lips as Ben checked the time. “We have…two hours before we go… I could use some time with you” he said, trying to avoid the hard on pressing against his pants. “I guess I’ll make the most of it…” you blushed heavily.
Ben made sure to admire your body that night and let the feeling of your mouth stay on him. His hands gripped your halo tightly, and Ben was set for the night.
Luke Skywalker
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Luke was fine with Halloween and when he heard that his lovely wife wanted to host a party, he agreed nonetheless. Luke knew about your close attachment to his sister, Leia. And he recalled you mentioning to him how you wished to Match with her, Luke could only agree more, respecting and accepting your choice. “It’ll be fun” you mentioned, on the couch with your husband, legs over his lap. “Does Han know?” He asked as you hummed. “Of course. Leia and I want to surprise with our costumes, so no snooping”.
That was hard, not snooping through your costume, but he once again loved you too much to go against your wishes, so Luke respected what you asked of him. He was itching though to find out. All he wanted to do was snoop through those bags and figure out what all the hype was about, just like Han wanted to do to Leia’s bags. “Well. Mrs. Skywalker, you have my word.” Luke smiled innocently, you thanked him, leaning up and pecking his lips softly.
What a time it was though, the home around that time was full of people, family members, and close friends. Luke stood with Han, the two bickering and sharing a few laughs to pass time. Luke couldn’t help but check the clock, noticing you hadn’t come down yet, which was unusual. You would usually run downstairs and be there to greet everyone. “She’s always down around this time…” he mumbled. Han nudged his side roughly, signaling him to look at the stairs, Luke glanced to see you and his eyes widened. Who knew a sexy fairy would look astonishing on just one person? Luke’s mouth hung up, he was melting at the sight of you.
Luke ignored everyone around him, going to the top of the steps. “Luke…what do you think?” You spun around with joy. “I think it’s perfect….” He mumbled, his eyes never leaving the perfect image of his wife. “Well. We should go see everyone.” You spoke, but Luke grabbed your arm, stopping you. “I have another idea…and we will not be here for a while.” He shakes his head.
It was hard keeping quiet, but thankfully Luke made sure the pillow was enough for you to bite into. Because his grip on your hips and wings didn’t stop him that night. If anything, no one got a glimpse of the married couple until a few hours later.
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layla4567 · 8 months
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Lingerie
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Evan Peters x fem model!reader
summary: you're a well-known model and you're secretly dating Evan. One day you go to work for a photo shoot with a male model and your boyfriend gets jealous.
warnings: smut and then fluff, p in v, unprotected sex, jealousy, fingering, coursing words if you squint.
word count: 2.5k
Evan was working on his laptop in the dining room, you two lived together for months and constantly evaded the paparazzi as they could so they wouldn't discover your relationship. You still didn't want to make it official, you two wanted to keep their lives private and revealing that information would be a scandal. You two already had enough with the people who followed you with cameras in the street.
You got out of bed with your hair tousled and your white silk pajamas, shorts and a lace tank top. You went to the kitchen where Evan was and greeted him with a kiss on his shoulder.
"Morning love"
"Good morning". Evan looked up from his laptop to look at you. "Have I ever told you that you look beautiful just out of bed?"
You laughed delighted. "With this lion's mane? I don't believe you"
They both laughed and Evan looked back at his work and you started making yourself breakfast. You prepared the coffee and you made two toasts, something simple. You sat across from your boyfriend at the table. The sweet smoke from the coffee tickled your nose while your hands felt the warmth of the cup.
"What are you doing babe?". You asked sipping your coffee slowly with your elbows resting on the cold table
"I'm checking my emails, I'll have a zoom interview about the Dahmer series"
Since Evan acted in that series they did not stop interviewing him and doing Q&A meetings with him. Even though you didn't agree with your boyfriend accepting the role, you were happy for him and his achievements and recognition.
"What do you think if after I've done the interview we go somewhere?". Evan asked looking into your eyes waiting for your answer
You were about to answer yes with a smile when your cell phone that was on the table began to vibrate, you had an incoming call from an unknown number. You quickly took the cell phone apologizing to your boyfriend who simply nodded smiling. Your work, like him, also kept you busy and it was very common to receive calls at all hours, so this could be an important call.
"Hello?…yes I'm (Y/N)…..oh, really? in 20 minutes?…but-……ok, ok I'll be there, thank you".
Evan looked at you expectantly. "Well, who was it?"
"Damn". You said with a frown. "It was an underwear company, they want me to be there in 20 minutes for a photo shoot. But it's a very short time so I have to change my clothes quickly before I'm late"
Great, you just woke up and you already had a job. You liked being a model but sometimes it was exhausting. You jumped up and gobbled up what little was left of your toast and ran up the stairs while Evan looked at you funny. You combed your unruly hair and tied it into a high ponytail. You wore simple jeans and a white short-sleeved T-shirt with black converse. You went down in a hurry while you grabbed your bag with your cell phone, keys and other things.
Evan stopped you by grabbing your wrist gently. "Don't worry, you'll do great"
A little more relieved, you gave him a quick kiss on the lips as you said goodbye and jogged out towards the street where your car was.
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You parked your car near the building when you came down you saw out of the corner of your eye a paparazzi hiding poorly behind a flower pot. Asshole. You should have brought sunglasses at least.
You entered the luxurious building and a woman with glasses was already waiting for you, kindly inviting you to go into the room where the cameraman was. In the middle of the room there was a giant white poster fixed to the wall and the floor so that the light bounces and there are no shadows, there were also large light bulbs pointing to the center.
"Hey! (Y/N) (L/N) right? I'm Jim the photographer"
You greeted him warmly with a handshake
"You can go to the dressing room, there the hairdresser and the makeup artist are waiting for you"
There you headed. When you opened the dressing room door you saw the hairdresser already ready with a curling iron in one hand and a comb in the other. You sat in front of the large mirror of lights while she did magic with your hair and the makeup artist painted your lips. A nude color, a little brown shadow on the eyes and a pink on the cheeks to give it more life. You had brought your cell phone and you were writing to your boyfriend that you had already arrived. The hairdresser announced that she had finished, you looked up from your cell phone to the mirror and smiled radiantly, your hair was voluminous and curly but without being an Afro. The outfit you should wear was hanging on a rack, the women left your dressing room so you could change in peace.
A nice set of white underwear. The part of the panties was lace and high waisted, covering your navel a bit, it also had white harnesses that held your thighs. The part of the bodice was somewhat transparent but the part of the nipples was covered by a patch in the shape of a flower, also made of lace, and it had straps that joined at the front. You took a walk in front of the mirror admiring how it looked from behind. very sexy You left the dressing room and saw the same woman who received you when you entered, she was in charge of the brand.
"(Y/N) What a joy to have you here, listen, the photo shoot will be with another model too. I present to you Marco"
Red alert, red alert Who was Marco? Why didn't they tell me beforehand that I wasn't going to be alone in the photograph? It wasn't a problem for you to pose with male models, but you were always afraid of what Evan would think and more so now that the photo session was in underwear.
A muscular man wearing a black boxer shorts walked in and greeted you with a warm handshake. He was just a little taller than your boyfriend and had blond hair combed back with a bit of gel. He wasn't really your type but you couldn't say he was ugly either, your heart belonged to Evan anyway, you just hoped he wouldn't mind.
They arranged a kind of throne in the middle of the room for you two to interact with. Marco sat on it and they told you to sit on him. It was a compromising pose but you told yourself it was a professional environment. You sat on Marco's lap with your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. He grabbed your thighs. Then for the other photos you were the one who sat cross-legged in the chair and he stood behind you holding your shoulders.
When the session ended you breathed a sigh of relief as you greeted Marco, at the end he had been nice to you asking if you didn't feel uncomfortable with the poses and making sure you didn't feel uncomfortable. The manager of the company gave you the underwear and told you that she would send you the unedited photos so you can see them.
You arrived at the apartment that you shared with Evan, his interview had already finished and now he was drinking a coffee.
"Hello love, how was it?" Your boyfriend kissed you tenderly on the lips
You tried to avoid the question by simply smiling and looking away"It was fine as always"
You sat at the table where the laptop was still on looking for the photos that would be sent to you by email. Evan looked at you confused, he knew something was wrong.
"(Y/N) I know you and I know you're bad at lying, is everything really okay?" Worried, he approached where you were directing your gaze towards the screen. The photos had already arrived
"Oh, I thought the session was only with you"
"I know, I know, I thought the same. Believe me, if I had known before that I was going to model with a man, I would have told you"
The screen showed exactly the photo in which you were on top of Marco's lap with their faces close. You were embarrassed and uncomfortable by what Evan might say. He was not the typical toxic jealous boyfriend, he understood very well that everything you did was only professional and he was always understanding, but still you knew that those photos could make him feel insecure.
The more you scrolled through the photos, the worse they got. The model held you firmly by the waist or approached your mouth without actually kissing you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see how Evan's arms and jaw tensed.
"Well, what do you think?"
Evan looked at you confused as if he had woken up from a trance. "What do I think about what?"
"About the photos" You swallowed "Do you like them?"
"Oh y-yeah, I mean, I didn't expect that but you look beautiful as always".
Evan secretly kissed you to change the subject and went to the kitchen to wash the cup of coffee. You followed him and hugged him from behind, resting your cheek on his broad back.
"What's wrong love?. You muttered
"Nothing, why?". His voice was deep and serious, you already knew what that meant
"Are you jelaous?"
You felt his back tense up a bit as he laughed nervously. "Why would I be?"
You decided not to answer and leave him alone. When he insisted on denying the obvious, there was nothing to do.
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The sun was going down and Evan was in his room watching TV. You knocked on his door and when he let you in you rushed to the bed where he was surprising him. You were wearing a black nightgown for some reason and you clung to his arm as you rested your body close to his chest.
"Please, Evan, don't be jealous, I hate seeing you like this for something silly"
"But-.."
"Let me finish! Marco was a kind and cute boy-hearing that Evan became uncomfortable and tensed his jaw-But that's all, he was kind to me and didn't let me feel uncomfortable, but at no time did it cross my mind that he could be better than you or replace you in some way. You are the best I have"
Evan's face had relaxed "Thank you (Y/N) I love you with all my heart and I'm sorry for acting like an idiot, sometimes I think why you chose me or I feel insufficient for-"
You interrupted his words with a passionate kiss, you didn't want him to think it was insufficient. Your hand traveled to his abdomen and where his belt was. Your boyfriend's hand was placed on your cheek and the other began to move the fabric of the robe in the area of ​​your shoulder. He moved a little away from the kiss.
"Why did you wear a robe?"
"Oh, the brand manager let me keep the underwear. it was a surprise"
"Let me see it"
You took off your robe that gently slid down your body until it reached your feet, revealing your divine silhouette. Evan's eyes darted up and down you as he licked his lips. You could tell that he was undressing you with his eyes.
You wasted no time and leaned your knees on the edge of the bed sitting on his lap. You kissed him desperately while he placed his hands on your butt. Your mouth trailed down his neck as he held back his growls. Your hands went under his shirt touching his abs. A chill ran down Evan's back. Your mouth now kissed his ear, your hot breath and your little bites made a boner grow under his pants
"Fuck..(Y/N)..". He moaned
You moved your hips brushing what was in his pants making him whimper in pleasure ."Yes?". You smirked
"I-I..n-need you"
As if on cue, you quickly took off his shirt as you undid his belt and lowered his pants. Now the erection was more noticeable. Evan laid you down on the bed and began to kiss you from your thighs to your chest making you close your eyes with pleasure.
"Oh Evan, you know how and where to touch me". You sighed arching your back
Evan couldn't help teasing you and started rubbing the fabric of your panties near your clitoris.
"So tell me, do you think Marco knows how to do this?"
He began to massage your sweet spot in circles making you squeeze your lips hard until you felt them turn red. Not content with that, Evan scooted aside your panties to find your entrance and hooked his middle finger into it.
"Sorry baby, I didn't hear you"
"No!". You moaned hard, writhing in the sheets
With one finger still inside you Evan began to kiss you softly on your lips. You grabbed his arms tightly moaning into his mouth, and twisting your legs feeling a tingle in your lower abdomen. Between each kiss you whimpered for him to stop.
"Evan -kiss- Please- kiss- This is t-torture"
Evan didn't like teasing you so much so your wishes were his orders. "By the way I hadn't told you but you look beautiful in this lace outfit, it would be a shame to ruin it" So he started to take it off but it had caught on the straps you had on your thighs. Laughing you helped him get rid of them, as well as the top.
Evan lowered his boxer and you couldn't help but look at his member, it always surprised you as if it were the first time.
Without giving you time to react, he entered you and a gasp escaped your mouth. Evan wrapped his strong arms around your back encircling you and you brought your arms up behind his back scratching and holding the nape of his neck. His attacks were strong and merciless, your eyes watered pleasantly.
"You're so fucking gorgeous". He groaned breathlessly
You began to feel how your walls were tightening and enveloping his member, you let out short moans in his ear that made him turn on even more and he increased the speed of his thrusts.
"I'm so close babe". He gasped
Now the moans seemed like howls. You firmed your fingers in Evan's hair pulling it back and making him moan. Almost at the same time you two came. Evan gently brushed strands of sweaty hair from your face as he looked at you smiling. Catching his breath he lay down next to you. Seeing each other face to face, they embraced. Evan kissed you on the head and buried his nose in your hair.
"I love you too more than anything Evan"
And you felt how he smiled, then they fell fast asleep.
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rorygillmore911 · 5 months
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Penelope finds out who Hotch's new wife is.
summary: the team knows hotch is marred nut they don't know to who and when Penelope see hotch and y/n kissing she jumps to a conclusion.
"How could you cheat on your wife?"
Penelope's harsh, degrading accusation hits Aaron directly in the chest, through the layers of stoicism that he's come to forge over the years of working in criminal investigation and straight to his heart.
All Hotch can manage is a, "What?", and Penelope's eyes dim further.
"Don't do that, Hotch. I saw you. I saw you and Y/N kissing in your office. How could you do that to your wife?"
She looks so crestfallen that Aaron's chest actually aches, so unprepared to see the famously bubbly Penelope Garcia close to tears. Close to tears because of him, no less.
Aaron might have chosen his words more carefully if he hadn't been so startled by Penelope's unusual devastation, but his jumbled brain forgoes its job and his mouth takes over, uttering the thoughtless statement, "That's- that's what she's there for."
And in his mind, it's true, if not the complete truth. You are there for him to kiss, you're there to be kissed and loved and appreciated and cherished, but he's momentarily forgotten that Penelope doesn't know that you and his mystery wife are the same person, and his words so easily warp into possessiveness and disregard.
Her face contorts into a mixture of disgust and rage that could take out a serial killer, and he seriously considers recruiting her as Chief Lecturer of the BAU, "Hotch? How- how could you say that? That your wife is just- just some thing to wait on you while you run off with someone else? You- Aaron, I can't believe you, I thought you were better than that!"
She tries storming away, tears budding in her eyes but Aaron catches her elbow, ignoring the way she flails and squirms at his touch.
"Let go of me!" She tearily demands, but he grabs her by the other arm now, holding both of her shoulders.
"No, Penelope, listen-" He tries, reminding himself to send her to Derek later for a self-defense lesson, because the weak shoves that she's pushing at his chest with do very little.
"No! No, I'm tired of listening to men," She shrieks, "You were supposed to be better than that, Aaron! I trusted you, you were supposed to be the kind of man that I could admire, and- but you're not! You're just like the rest of them, you're some egotistical, possessive, heavy-handed, domineering son of a-!"
"Y/N is my wife." Aaron cuts her off, his voice slightly raised, but not harsh. Never harsh, not to the sniffling mess of ruffles and glitter in his arms that handed him her resume on pink stationary all those years ago.
She falls silent, finally, but her lips still tremble. Aaron squeezes her arms tighter, not rough but comforting, "Y/N is my wife. We married privately late last year. We kept it secret for safety reasons, but I'll admit we didn't need to hide it from all of you. I was not cheating on my wife, I would never-" He thinks momentarily of Haley, of the gut-wrenching sound of her cell phone ringing with a call she wasn't brave enough to answer in front of him, "I would never do that to Y/N."
It's a lot of new information to process, and Aaron grants Penelope all the time she needs to work through it. When her red-stained lips part again she breathes, "You married Y/N?"
"I did." Aaron nods, and though it's not the time to smile, he can't help that a ghostly one flits over his features at the mere thought of the day he'd married you, "I'll show you pictures when we're done here. Penelope, you can trust me. I don't blame you for accusing me- in fact, I'm glad that you did. I'm glad that your loyalty isn't blind. But Y/N is my wife, and that's why I kissed her."
A very wobbly, "Oh." Is all that Penelope can manage, and she sniffles again, staring at his tie rather than his face as he holds her steady in the hallway. He's glad that they've both shown up early for the day, but you're due to return with coffee for the three of you any minute now, and he offers her his pocket square to wipe beneath her eyes.
"You said-" She chokes out sheepishly, voice unsteady as she smears the tears off of her cheeks, "You said you have pictures?"
That's how you find them when you return, seated on the couch in his office peering down at his phone. You have to set the tray you'd been carrying down on Aaron's desktop before you can properly greet either of them, but you're immediately alarmed by the tears streaked over Garcia's cheeks when she stands to face you.
"You-" She starts, not giving you a second to speak, "-are a rat! You got married," She gushes, and Aaron chuckles deeply from beside her, standing and pocketing his phone.
"You got married to our boss, and you told me nothing," She hisses, but slumps so easily into your chest for a hug that you're more than willing to give her.
"I'm sorry, Penny," You gush, squeezing her tight, "We just- we were worried about safety. The more people we told, the more dangerous it would become, so we didn't share it with anyone. But- but we should have told the team, I know."
She sniffles and you draw back to pick up her drink from behind you, sugary and pink and topped with a thick layer of whipped cream, "I got you a drink. Forgive me?"
"Reluctantly," She tries scowling, but she's never been very good at it. She takes the drink from you huffily, jamming the straw inside and taking a drag at the thick liquid. It's barely nine in the morning, far too early for the concoction she's sipping, but she nods after she draws back from the straw.
"This is delicious," She decides, "And you two are traitors, and I'm telling everyone about this."
"You should," Aaron laughs, stepping up behind you to press his shoulder to your own. It's comforting just having him there, and you relax against him as Penelope takes her leave.
"I mean it," She warns, wiping another stray tear from her cheek and sipping at her strawberry drink, "I'm telling everyone. I'm- I'm gonna hire some guy to fly a plane over the city, and the banner is gonna say, 'Y//N Y/L/N and Aaron Hotchner got married without me'."
"That's fair," You nod, not bothering to bite back a grin as she lingers in the doorway of Aaron's office.
"And so, help me god," She narrows her eyes at you, once more falling just short of intimidating, "If you try to take some extended-sick-leave time, and I find out you're hiding a pregnancy from me? No amount of Frappuccino's in the world will make up for it!"
"Noted," You call out as she leaves, and Aaron's hand comes up to press against the near-indiscernible bulge of your belly before the door even clicks shut.
"She's good." Aaron observes, and you reach for your own non-caffeinated drink with a grin that's hard to drink through.
"Let's tell her about the baby at lunch," You propose, "I think she's more than earned a secret to keep."
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lilttlefloffu · 7 months
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today in things that I'll don't gonna finish pt. 3.. or 4
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acourtofinkandpapyrus · 5 months
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A Flower With Petals of Flame*: Part eleven (Eris x Reader)
Warnings: Jealousy, angst, SMUT, lots of dirty talk, all the fun stuff.
Part ten Part twelve
Tag list: open
After finding another one of the dead souls come back to life, you and your old friend go to sneak out. Eris gets the wrong signals and well, He doesn’t like seeing another guy touching you.
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Sam Cortland, one of my closest friends and the best assassin of all time.
In my opinion at least.
“How the hell are you here?”  I dropped the magic I had been using to disguise me, yanking the mask off my face.
He shrugs.  “I could ask you the same thing.”  He said, pulling his hood down to reveal his face, unmarred and annoyed.
We all had kept scars of how we died in the afterlife, I had realized soon after I met Tamlin the scar around my neck was gone.
So were Sam’s.
“I actually died in this world. You, on the other hand, did not!”  I whisper shout the last bit, remembering Azriel could be here any moment.
“We don’t have time for this.  Come with me.  You have that weird star thing, right?”  I ask, shoving the mask back onto my face.
He nodded.  “I found out-”
I cut him off. “No time.  Big scary friend who doesn’t know I’m here coming who wants that thing you have right now.”
Pushing open the door, I look back to see Sam cursing under his breath as he makes his way over to me.
“Oh, and iron doesn’t work like it does in your world, so I suggest keeping that better hidden.”  I comment as I step out with him in tow.
I stop quickly to grab a pair of boots from the guards.
I mean, we’re already stealing a priceless magical object, they won't mind a missing pair of boots, will they?
“Do you know how annoying you are?  You’re worse than Celaena”  He grumbled as he struggled to keep up.
I slow down and snort.  “Didn’t you fall in love with her?”
“Fuck you.”
I snort again, using my magic to make myself look again like Erica.  “Do you mind if I make you look like a faerie?”  I ask, and he gives me a confused look.
“The humans and fae of this world don’t really mix.  Like, at all.  So if they see short, human you running around…”
He sighs.  “Fine.”
Only moments later, he still looks like himself, but taller, sharper, pointed ears, the whole shabang.
There were no physical changes, and that made it all the more impressive that he was managing to walk more quietly than me, his footsteps almost silent.
That’s why we were able to hear the soft footsteps coming from another hall.
We both paused, and I did the first thing I could think of.
Pushing sam to the wall, I whispered, “Kiss me.”
We had been in situations like this before, and no matter how I teased him, we were both just friends.
But to anyone watching us at that moment as Sam flipped us around, kissing me deeply, no, they wouldn’t know any better.
The footsteps come to an awkward halt, and I open my eyes, giving Azriel a grin.
I had hoped he would continue onward, but he didn’t.  He just stood there and watched as Sam pulled away, half turning and shooting a glare at Az.
“Move on asshole.”  Sam snarled, pulling me closer to him.
And that’s When Eris rounds the corner, stopping right behind Azriel as he gaped at us.  He quickly schooled his face into a chilly expression.
“You should keep a closer eye on your family, Eris.”  Azriel says darkly, amusement lining his soft voice.  After that he continues onward.
The irony in that statement is hilarious.
“And who is this Erica?”  He says, his tone sharp.
Was he jealous?
His eyes met Sam’s, and Eris stiffened even more.
Oh shit.  He was jealous.
I push Sam away, careful not to send him flying with my fae strength.  “This is Sam, one of the other dead souls.”
Something Rhysand had said to me just came back to me.  “Two of the three would try and kill us.”
The words ring through me, but I shake them off.
They must have been wrong.
Sam and I would never hurt them.
Eris had gotten closer to us and I hadn’t noticed.  “So, who are you… Sam?”
I dropped both our illusions, and Eris seemed shocked as he saw Sam was a human.
A human that was not going to be pushed around.
“Oh.  So you’re Eris.”  He said with a slanted grin, and I was suddenly worried.  “For how much Y/N talked about you, I thought you’d be…  More impressive.”  Sam said, brushing his shoulder against Eris as he passed him.
“I’m staying in the forest nearby Y/N.  You know how to find me.”  He said, winking at me where Eris couldn’t see before rounding the corner.
Eris just stood there, torn between shock and fury.
I snorted, and his gaze shifted to me, just as intense, but it was different, not angry.
“Something funny pet?”  He asked, grabbing my hips and pulling me to him.
I clenched my thighs in an attempt to relieve the sudden ache I had between my legs.
We stand there for a moment, and I wonder if I should pull away.
He didn’t need another mess to deal with, he didn’t need to be dragged into the shitstorm that was my life, or my death.
Before I can do anything though, his mouth meets mine, his tongue exploring mine as our teeth clash.
He pushes me against the wall as he uses one hand to drag my dress up to expose my thigh, the other moving to my head to tilt my head back so he could kiss my neck, his teeth scraping ever so slightly against my sensitive skin.
I whimpered as his hand traced patterns on my thigh.  “Eris-”  I said, sounding more needy than I meant.  “Anyone could see us.”
He growled into my skin, and I yelped as we were suddenly in a room, him carrying me as I wrap my legs around his waist. Feeling his hardness through his pants and squirming, he breathed into my ear, making me shiver, “Desperate, aren’t you pet?”
I rolled my eyes, preparing to say something snarky, but he moved one of his hands to tilt my chin down to look at him, the other arm still holding me up.
“Tell me.  Tell me you want me.”  He whispers, looking up at me with something more than just lust.
“I…”  My throat closes up as I look at my closest friend.
I can’t speak, so instead I thread my fingers through his hair and lean down, biting his bottom lip softly and squeezing my legs tighter around him, almost moaning at his aroused scent and the way his member pressed in between my legs.
He lays me on the bed softly, grinning at my sounds of disappointment as he pulls away.
Only to kneel before the edge of the bed, grabbing my legs and yanking me to him.
I moan as his tongue darts out, flicking my clit in a sinfully skilled way.
Letting out little moans, my hips rolled as I tried to make him do more.  “Eris!”  I shouted, my hips bucking as he slipped two fingers into my sopping cunt.
I moaned as I let myself go, bringing my hands up to toy with breasts, pinches my nipples as he nipped at my clit, forcing me to let out harsh pants of pleasure.
“Eris, I’m gonna cum.” I pant, moaning as he released my clit with a resounding pop.
He looked up at me with lust filled eyes, licking my arousal from his lips.  “Do you want to cum on my cock pet?”
I moaned, nodding, and his fingers dug into my thighs, causing me to whimper.  “Words pet.”
“Yes Eris, I wanna cum on your long, thick, cock.”  I said in the most seductive way possible, and a shiver of pleasure went up my spine as he groaned.
He crawled onto the bed, his eyes predatory as he caged me in with his arms, leaning down to kiss me deeply.
I moaned into his mouth as he pushed in gently, slowly.
Too slow.
I pulled away from his lips, growling, about to speak when he suddenly pushed the rest of the way in, making me moan loudly as his mouth closed around one of my breasts, one of his hands taking care of the other.
As I got closer, I moaned, “Eris- gonna cum-”
His other hand slid between us, finding my clit and pressing down in time with his thrusts.
Seconds later I fell over the edge with a scream of pleasure, my arms wrapping tightly around Eris as he moved us so we were both upright.
My head had fallen back in bliss, almost cumming again as his hot cum spurted into me, leaving both of us panting.
“It’s been a long time since we did that.” Eris commented, nuzzling into my neck a bit.
Normally, I would feel more relaxed after this, but that old ache started in my heart again.
I had thought maybe after a couple hundred years away, the pull wouldn’t be so strong but…
He had made it clear long ago that he didn’t want me. And even if he did now, it was too dangerous for him.  For me.
This was just a friends with benefits situation.
I try not to let it bother me, letting him drag me down to cuddle in the bed for a little bit.
And I let him, because what harm is it in imagining, just for a tiny while, that we could be more?
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spnluver · 6 days
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Join the Hunt
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Summary: Y/N Winchester messed up on a hunt, and faced the harsh consequences John made. He threw her into a vamp's nest, causing her to turn. Dean however, vowed to turn her back to a human, doing whatever it took.
Y/N sat in silence during the long car ride. She glanced over at Dean, who was nursing a wound… a large gash in his arm. She didn’t dare speak to him, knowing John would kick her out of the car and make her walk back. When they reached the motel room, he started to scream at her ruthlessly.
In a fit of rage, he blamed Y/N for the botched hunt, his voice echoing harshly against the worn-out motel walls. She bit her lip, holding back tears, as she absorbed the brunt of his fury. “I didn’t —” she tried to defend herself. But John wasn’t having any of it.
"Enough!" Dean finally interjected, his voice matching the intensity of John's. "It wasn't her fault, and you know it!”
Y/N locked eyes with Dean, grateful for his intervention. Silence filled the room, punctuated only by the sound of their heavy breathing. “She fucked up, and it cost you that fucking thing,” John said pointing to his wound.
"Enough, Dad!" Dean snapped back, his eyes hard and intense. "She's learning. We all made mistakes on our first hunts." The room fell silent again, tension hanging heavy in the air.
“She doesn’t,” John said pointing at her. Then he turned to face her. “You will obey all of my goddamned orders, do you understand?”
“I didn’t know what to —” she tried defending herself.
John cut her off again, "No excuses, Y/N!" His gaze was icy.
“I didn’t know what to do!” she yelled back, her eyes widening out of fear.
“What did you just say to me?” John asked advancing towards her, his voice threatening.
“I… I didn’t mean to yell,” She said backing away. “I just…I…I didn’t know what to do.”
She was backed into a wall, causing John to sneer. She looked over at Dean, who was watching the encounter happen as he cleaned and stitched his arm. John gripped her chin tightly, threatening her. “Dean’s not going to fucking help you,” he spat. There was a small window of silence before John struck her unexpectedly. She knew John was right. He had made a threat to him, one that would hurt them both if Dean interrupted her. John gripped the back of her neck, walking her forward and out of the motel room in the cold night.
As the door slammed shut behind them, Y/N found herself in the chilling darkness, her heart pounding in her chest. He threw her at the Impala, where she held out her hands to block her fall. She landed hard, her palms scraping painfully against the rough gravel. For a moment, she just lay there, her breaths coming out in shaky gasps as she tried to collect herself.
He picked her up again, and dragged her to the inside of the Impala, slamming the door shut, and going inside himself, starting the car immediately. She was left in the passenger seat, her body trembling from the cold and fear. She watched as John's face hardened into a mask of anger and determination. As the Impala roared to life, Y/N knew that the night was far from over. She wrapped her arms around her stomach protectively, looking out the window.
The moon hung high in the sky, casting long shadows that danced across the deserted highway. Y/N peered out at the desolate landscape, her heart aching with a mix of guilt, fear, and a strange sense of anticipation. She knew that this was just the beginning of her journey into the world of hunting. They had arrived at John’s intended location.
John took Y/N to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, rumored to be the site of several unexplained disappearances. It was a grim, foreboding place, its skeletal structure silhouetted against the pale moonlight.
She felt an involuntary shiver run down her spine as they entered. The eerie silence of the place, punctuated only by the distant hooting of an owl, added an extra layer of dread to the already tense atmosphere.
There, they met a man. As the man approached, his eyes filled with a disturbing glee, Y/N felt herself freeze. But she forced herself to move, to stand tall, because she knew she had to be strong, for herself, for Dean. The night was only just beginning, and she was ready to face whatever lay ahead. John threw her at the man, causing her to stumble but quickly regained her footing, her gaze never leaving the man's eyes. She could see the swift, but fast movements of the man, as he approached her. In the moonlight, the man smiled, and she could see fangs. She heard a door close behind her. Her head turned at the moment, realizing John was no longer behind her. “Dad!” she yelled, running to the door of the shed. It was bolted shut. “Dad don’t leave me in here! I won’t make a mistake again I promise. Dad!”
But there was no response, only the cold wind whistling through the cracks. She turned back to face the man, her heart pounding in her chest. He was right in front of her, and she went into shock, before a painful bite was made onto her neck, and she let out a scream.
The scream echoed through the warehouse, bouncing off the walls and reverberating in the still night air. Y/N tried to push the man away, her hands fumbling against his chest, but he was too strong. She felt her knees buckle beneath her, her vision starting to blur as the man continued to bite her, injecting his venom.
John was already riding back home, happy that Dean had not interfered, considering his son did not know the extent of the punishment. “Where’s Y/N?” Dean asked, his arm stitched and cleaned up when John came home.
“I sent her on a hunt,” John said, only half lying.
Dean's face hardened at his father's response. He knew of John's harsh training methods, the brutal way he punished those who didn't live up to his impossible standards. "She's not ready for a solo hunt," Dean protested, his voice filled with worry.
“She’ll learn,” John said. “Like falling off a bike, right?”
Dean was silent for a moment, but then he shook his head, his face hardening. "This is different, Dad. And you know it. Y/N isn’t ready for this." He stood up, heading for the door, determination in his eyes.
“She’ll be fine,” John said, knowing he was completely lying at this point. “Get packed up, we’re going on our own hunt tomorrow.”
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Y/N woke up a day later, and felt different. Her body felt heavier, her senses heightened. She looked around, the warehouse now eerily silent. She touched her neck, wincing as her fingers brushed against the tender wound. She knew then, something had fundamentally changed within her. “Ow,” she mumbled as she got up. It was a habitual response to getting up after blacking out, but she realized she was never in pain.
She looked around the warehouse, only to find the man there. She grabbed the first wooden stick she could find. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the man said.
"Stay back," she warned, her voice shaky but determined. The man merely chuckled, an unsettling sound that echoed through the warehouse.
"You don't understand what's happening, do you?" he asked, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
“I know you hurt me,” she said. “You bit me.”
The man nodded. Even in the dark, she could see him perfectly. Y/N felt a wave of dread wash over her as the reality of her situation set in. She was a vampire, forever changed by a single, terrifying encounter. She had joined the hunt, but not in the way she had ever imagined. She now, became the hunted. “My father —” she started, but he interrupted her.
“Made a deal with me,” the vampire said. “He would spare my life, if that meant the second you messed up again, I would make you a part of my clan.”
Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, her mind reeling. "No...no, you're lying!" she protested, but deep down, she knew it was the truth. This was her punishment, her penance for not being the perfect hunter John wanted her to be.
She backed away, her eyes wide with horror. "He wouldn't...he couldn't do that to me," she whispered, more to convince herself than anything else. But the vampire's smirk told her all she needed to know. “Dean wouldn’t let that happen.”
The vampire laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the empty warehouse. "Dean doesn't know, and by the time he finds out, it'll be too late," he taunted, his gaze cold and merciless. "Welcome to your new life, Y/N."
Soon, she heard the familiar sounds of the Impala coming. She turned towards the noise, her heart pounding. She knew she couldn't let Dean see her like this. She quickly ducked behind a stack of crates as the Impala pulled up outside. “Get the knives,” John ordered. “It’s a small vamp’s nest, shouldn’t take long.”
As Dean exited the vehicle, Y/N watched from the shadows, her heart aching. She could smell both of their blood. She knew she had to hide, to run, but something held her in place. It was the bitter irony of her situation - she was now the prey in their hunt.
Her mind raced, and it blocked out all movement, all of her senses. She didn’t realize Dean was behind her. "Y/N?" Dean's voice was soft, filled with concern. She didn't dare turn around, she couldn't let him see her like this. But as she felt his hand on her shoulder, she knew it was too late.
She turned around slowly, her gaze meeting Dean’s. His eyes widened in shock as he took in her appearance. "Y/N, what the hell happened?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
She stepped back, where the shadows would hide her fangs. “Leave,” she said bitterly.
"But Y/N..." Dean started, his voice filled with confusion and worry. But she cut him off, her voice harsher than she intended, "Just go, Dean!" She watched as he hesitated, torn between his loyalty to his father and his concern for her. She pushed him back, a little too strong. He flew backwards, landing on the second floor.
The shock on Dean's face was palpable as he hit the ground, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. The night echoed with the sound of her frantic footsteps and Dean's stunned silence. “There’s a cure, Y/N,” Dean said silent enough for her to hear. “I can find it.”
“You’re luring me into a trap Dean,” she said. “I know you. It’s shoot first ask questions later, isn’t it? No matter the monster?”
"I... It's different with you, Y/N," Dean said, his voice barely a whisper in the darkness. "I won't give up on you. We're in this together, remember?" His words hung in the air, a beacon of hope amidst the despair.
But Y/N knew things were far from simple. She was now a part of the underworld they hunted, a creature of the night. “Find me when you have it,” she said before running into the night.
As Y/N disappeared into the pitch black, Dean was left standing alone in the frigid warehouse, her words echoing in his ears. He knew the path ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty, but he was determined to find a cure and bring Y/N back. No matter what it took, he would not let her become a monster. “You turned her?!” Dean yelled to his father.
John turned and faced Dean, his expression unreadable. "It was necessary," he responded, his voice cold and detached. "This is her consequence for failing us."
Dean's anger flared at his father's words. "You had no right!" he spat, his fists clenching at his sides. "She's not a tool for your twisted training methods, she's family!" The tension between them hung heavy in the air, both men locked in a bitter standoff, their previous hunt forgotten.
John's gaze hardened. "You don't understand, Dean," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "This is the life we lead, the price we pay. Y/N had to learn that one way or another."
“What were you going to do?” Dean asked. “Kill her if I hadn’t found her?”
John's silence was all the answer Dean needed. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. "I won't let you hurt her anymore," Dean declared, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at him. "I'll find a cure, and you won't lay a hand on her again. As of right now, we’re done.”
John watched as Dean stormed off into the night, leaving him alone in the abandoned warehouse. He had never seen his son so determined, so protective. And as he stood there, a chilling realization crept over him. He had lost control, not just over Y/N, but over Dean as well.
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Dean spent the last year trying to find a cure, which also meant a year of the life he lost with his sister. He was constantly on the move, scouring libraries and reaching out to old contacts for information. Despite the exhaustion and the loneliness, he clung onto the hope that he could bring Y/N back to her human self. When he had found her, he was shocked at the transformation. She was no longer the girl he remembered. Her eyes were darker, her skin paler, and there was a coldness to her that he had never seen before. But in spite of it all, he could still see traces of his sister in her, the strong-willed girl who refused to back down from a challenge.
“Hello, Dean,” she said. Even her voice had changed.
"Y/N," he greeted, his voice filled with a mix of relief and worry. "I found it, the cure. We can make this right." His words hung heavy in the air, a promise he was determined to keep.
“I think I’m okay,” she said bitterly. “Now go, because I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
"But Y/N," Dean pleaded, his voice shaking. "You don't have to live like this. There's a chance for you to go back to your old life." His words echoed in the silence, a desperate plea for the sister he once knew.
“My old life?” she asked a menacing laugh in her. She jumped from the second floor of the shed to the ground, landing gracefully. “You mean the life where I was constantly under John's thumb, forever living in fear of disappointing him? Or the life where I was nothing more than a trainee, never good enough, always a liability?” Her words were like a slap in the face. A reminder that Dean had failed to protect her.
"No," Dean responded, his voice steady despite the hurt in his eyes. "I mean the life where you were my sister, where we looked out for each other, where we were a team." His voice was filled with a quiet desperation, his eyes pleading with her to understand.
“Even then,” she said. "I was a burden, never quite measuring up to your standards, or John's. This is my life now, Dean. I'm not the baby sister you oh-so feel obligated to protect anymore," Y/N said, her voice cold and distant.
"But Y/N," Dean replied, his voice filled with sorrow, "You were never a burden to me. You're my family and I'll do whatever it takes to help you. You don't have to face this alone."
Y/N looked at him, her eyes flashed anger, along with unshed tears. "I don't want your help, Dean. I've made my choice." She turned and walked away, but what she didn’t realize was that Dean had a plan. Bobby, her once surrogate father, and Sam, her brother, were behind her.
Suddenly, her body was pinned to the ground, a stake pressed against her, but not hurting her. Bobby's voice echoed in her ears, "Sorry, kiddo. But we're doing this for your own good." Sam was holding a vial of the cure Dean had found. As the liquid was forced into her mouth, Y/N knew her life was about to change once again.
Her body convulsed as the cure spread through her system, the transformation painful but necessary. The pain was quickly replaced with a sense of relief, as her once heightened senses began to dull and her fangs disappeared. She was human again, brought back from the monstrous existence she had been forced into. "Y/N," Dean's voice was soft, filled with relief and unshed tears. "Welcome back."
“I told you, I WAS FINE!” She said.
"But you weren't, Y/N," Dean replied, his voice filled with pain and concern. "You were hurting and we couldn't stand by and watch. We're your family and we'll always fight for you, no matter what."
“Oh boo fucking hoo,” she said. She could hear Sam stifle a laugh at her comment. They're was no more risks of danger since she was no longer immortal.
“Look, Y/N,” Bobby said sternly. “You have two options. Either come with us and hate us, or be on your own and hate us while being miserable.”
Y/N sighed, looking at the faces of the only family she had left. "Fine," she grumbled, "I'll stick with you guys. But don't expect me to be all sunshine and rainbows about it."
“So,” Sam said as they drove into the night. “How did immortality treat you?”
Y/N rolled her eyes. She was angry at her brothers and angry at herself. She stared out the window. “It was actually great,” she muttered. “I had a life un-ironically.”
"Sounds like a hell of a story," Dean commented, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe one day you'll tell us about it." Y/N merely grumbled in response.
She didn't want to admit to her brothers that they were right. That she was in fact hurting and angry at John and hurting over the betrayal she's felt for nearly a year. However, they were her brothers. And she missed them.
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martinsorbit · 9 months
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Chap 13 of solar lunacy
(text on top of sun and y/n is directly taken from chap 13 of the fic)
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Realising he’s in love with you ~ Johnny ~
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“Y/N? She’s tough as tar, i mean sure her parents act like they are still in their 20s so they don’t care what she be doing but she still has to be taken care of time to time even if she don’t admit it”
“Is that why you’re so tuff around her when we are out around?”
Dallas questions lighting up a cigarette sitting in the car as Johnny was diving into his food talking over ~
“Tuff? Like i said she’s tough as tar but she needs someone from time to time”
“You ever tell her this to her face?”
“Why would I? She knows. We’ve been friends for years - I care about her you know?”
“Sure we all do, it’s good to know she don’t have it rough at home”
He sighs taking a break from his food fully turning to Dallas like he was about to rant ~
“Yeah, not having it rough at home is good but not being home for hours at night at a time or days without any warnin? Just a few bucks on the table to keep her going for two days and “Love you hon” note next to it? Thing is they always come back and she’s happy like they only went to the store and came back, she’s so used of it she don’t care no more”
“Sometimes it happens Johnny, you gotta grow up a bit to take care of yourself she’s got her brother and sister”
“Oh never mind i don’t know why i brought it up”
He flops himself back up front staring out the front window his expression was deep in his own thoughts as Dallas defended himself and telling Johnny how he sees it from his own view.
“You didn’t bring “it” up you brought “her” up”
“What’s the difference?”
“You’re always hollering if you see with her with another guy, you two are constantly hanging around, Johnny i can tell and see your eyes light up if she walks into the room or when you see her out walking”
“Well sure-she’s one of my best friends-she lets me in when i’m having a tough time at home instead of me sleeping at the lot - she fights good even at a rumble - she’s funny, kind, caring - she’s beautiful- she’s everything”
“So you love her?”
He smiles at him ticking off all the boxes ~ he always knew ~ Johnny wasn’t all that great at keeping things on the low ~
“No, why? She’s my best friend, of course i care and love her that way but i ain’t in love with the broad”
“If you say so…”
Next day at school ~
The class with filling with people as Johnny sat down at the desk next to the window. With Steve and Soda sitting next to each other on the other side talking amongst themselves as Johnny scribbling into his notebook not noticing the figure approaching.
“Hey Y/N”
“Hey”
Still not hearing or noticing until he felt another person sit next to him dropping her book onto the desk with a bright smile.
“Hey Johnny”
Y/N gave a warm smile to him as she started to talk, he couldn’t make out or hear what she was saying as all he did was stare and nod not knowing what to say ~ he didn’t know what was coming over him.
“Um-hmm”
Steve and Soda noticed as they started to laugh trying to keep it in. Seeing Johnnys eyes go wide as she kept talking.
“Y/N, i’ll be right back”
“Oh…ok?”
Y/N looking at Johnny as he practically scrabbles up almost tripping going out of the class. Turning to the boys asking ~
“What’s up all in his head?”
Scanning walking down the hall through the crowd finally seeing Dallas with Tim by the locker ~
“What’s with you kid?”
Looking at him strangely ~ he never seen Johnny like this as he met face to face slamming his hand on the locker ~
“How do i tell her that-“
“That you what Johnny?”
“I love her”
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angelsanarchy · 7 months
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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 06 -> CH 07
"Can I trust you to not kill my mom's dog?" "Yes?" "I hate how that sounded coming out of your mouth."
Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @thatsthewrongwallcraig @icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp @quicksilversg1rl @s-0lar
Jack spent another day trying to balance between cleaning out another room, taking writing breaks and chain smoking cigarettes. He managed to skip napping throughout the day so sleeping wouldn't be such a chore once the sun went down but now that he was finally showered, reheated pizza in his belly, he was ready to curl up with his laptop and work on some more of his book. He sat down on his bed, laptop in his lap ready to write when he was startled by pounding on the door downstairs.
"Jack! Jack are you home?!" Jack could tell it was Y/N and tossed his laptop onto the bed, running down the stairs and flinging the door open. Y/n looked panicked, like she had been crying and was clutching Ace.
"Hey! Are you okay?" Jack looked her over to see if she was hurt anywhere but she looked to be in a long shirt like pajamas and flip flops.
"C-can you please watch Ace? Mom took a fall and I have to get her to the hosptial." Jack opened the door wider seeing how upset she was. Usually he wouldn't bother entertaining anyone else's distress at such a late hour unless they were Shanda but he remembered what Dr. Carty had suggested and wouldn't mind adding Y/n to the short list of people he called friend.
"Yeah of course. Is she okay? Do you need anything?" Jack could tell that Ace was concerned by his furrowed brows and his helpless look as he stared between him and Y/n. Rusty had a way of knowing whenever Jack was upset too. Dogs had a way of sensing those sort of things.
"She's sitting up but she's not really communicating so the ambulance is on the way. I just didn't want him to be left alone in case they decide to keep her for observation. I would have called but I realized we haven't actually exchanged numbers yet." Y/n took a deep breath and Jack could hear sirens in the distance.
"I don't have any problem taking him. Just let me know when to bring him back." She handed Ace over to Jack who put him on the floor and let him roam around. He immediately walked to the bottom of the stairs like he was ready to be carried upstairs to Jack's room.
"Can I trust you to not kill my mom's dog?" Jack looked confused by the sudden question.
"Yes?" He answered watching Y/n let out a stressed laugh.
"I hate how that sounded coming out of your mouth." Jack remembered he had told Y/N he had killed his dog last time they spoke and she assumed he was joking. I guess his lack of dog made her question the joke.
"I'm not sure what I can say to make you trust me. I mean I'm still a complete stranger to you but I do like having Ace around if that helps you feel better about leaving him. I can promise you that my friend Shanda removed all the sharp objects in the house before she flew back home and I'm too heavily medicated to get enough energy to do any harm with my hands." Jack shrugged holding his hands up. He didn't want to come across threatening in any way and risk losing the opportunity to hang out with Ace. He also kind of wanted Y/N to trust him.
"Well just know that if the moment hits and you feel like murdering him, I have specific knowledge on how to paralyze someone without it leaving any sort of trace. I will also torture you...slowly." Y/n pointed and Jack cracked a smile.
"You never know, I could be into that sort of thing." Jack teased. Y/n surprisingly returned the smile.
"Thank you for this. Seriously, you're a lifesaver right now. Here is my cell number. I'm not sure what time they might release her but I will try not to text too late." Y/n handed Jack a slip of paper with her phone number on it and he pocketed it.
"I don't sleep much so don't worry about texting late. I'll always answer." Jack tried to reassure her. The ambulance was coming around the bend and parked in front of her house.
"It's going to be okay. I got him. You just take care of your mom." Jack offered and Y/N gave him another long look before throwing her arms around his neck giving him a tight hug.
"Thank you Jack." Jack didn't have time to hug her back but he did realize that no one other than Shanda had hugged him in a long time. She released him and ran towards the house waving her arms. Jack watched as they loaded her mom up in the ambulance and take off down the road.
Jack shut the door and locked it up before grabbing Ace up from the front of the steps and carrying him up to his room. Ace took his spot on his bed and curled up. Jack sat back down on the bed, making sure to add the number to his cellphone in case she tried to call later, he didn't want to miss it.
As soon as he closed the contact, he was alerted to a new profile on social media that "You might know..." Out of curiosity, Jack opened his Instagram account to see who it might be and Y/N popped up. He opened her profile and immediately started cyber stalking her profile. It always baffled him when people had open profiles. There are far too many scammers and weirdos in the world to put your entirely life on the internet and not have it privatized. Not that anything on the internet is secure but Jack didn't spend too much time thinking about it as he ran across some boudoir photos that made his chest grow hot. The caption read: "Felt sexy, might make you horny later."
Jack glanced over towards Ace who was staring at him through the hair covering his eyes. He would have to continue his cyber stalking at a later date without the eyes of judgement boring holes into him.
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rosemary-morgan · 6 months
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Arthur Morgan X F.Reader - A sweet surprise (18+)
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(Pictures found on pinterest/google. That one with Arthur is mine. Collage made by me 🌺)
Warning: 18+!! smut, unprotected sex, explicit content, fingering, spanking, oral sex (f and m receiving), cum play, language
Hello, my pretty and wonderful little bees out there 🧡🐝 I have some filth for you. And… oh boy, it's just pure filth. I think this is by far the naughtiest thing I have written so far (❁´◡`❁)
Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🥰 The summary was her idea
Summary: You and Arthur take a little time out to enjoy your love to the fullest. And in Saint Denis, a very special gift awaits Arthur - a special something that you know he will love
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Arthur Morgan X F.Reader - A sweet surprise (18+)
You are both laughing as you arrive back at your hotel room. The night in Saint Denis had been wonderful and you hadn't had such a good time in a long time. Going to the theater tonight had been a great idea of Arthur's and you had enjoyed every minute of it. 
The door closes behind you and at that moment Arthur hugs you from behind and you sigh contentedly, closing your eyes and leaning against his strong chest.
"Thank you, for this wonderful evening, Arthur," you whisper,chuckling softly as he kisses the small spot behind your ear.
His lips move tenderly over your skin, kissing your neck sensually, for Arthur knew exactly how sensitive you were in that spot. Instantly you moan softly, biting your lower lip and enjoying how tender he is. His strong hands slowly slide over your hips, stroking the beautiful dark green dress that you're wearing.
"You look lovely tonight, Y/N..."
Playfully he bites your earlobe and you can hear him laughing softly in the next moment, deeply arousing you. His deep voice had an immediate effect on your body and you felt it instantly. You could already feel a tingle between your pretty thighs and this feeling was strengthened even more when his hands grip your breasts and squeeze them with pleasure.
"Arthur..."
"Mmm... you smell so good, Y/N..."
Gasping softly, he says this as his lips glide over your neck. His right hand slid from your chest down to your thigh and he slowly gathered up the long skirt of your dress so he could touch your tender skin that was hiding underneath. Oh, Arthur already saw himself lying between your pretty legs. 
"Arthur, my love, I have a surprise for you," you whisper as Arthur continues to kiss you unflinchingly, making you moan as he kisses just the right spot on your shoulder.
You smile, pulling away from his tender kisses for the moment. Questioning, but with a teasing smile, Arthur looks at you as he takes your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. His look was full of love and full of desire.
"A surprise?"
"Yes. But you'll have to wait a little longer."
Without objection, Arthur let you lead him to the divan, where you made him sit on it.
"You stay here for a moment and I'll be right back, darling."
A seductive glance from you was enough to make Arthur submissive. He took a deep, excited breath as he watched you disappear behind the divider. Arthur could only hear you opening the drawer and that made him very curious indeed. 
Little by little, you threw your clothes over the partition and Arthur became more and more nervous, more and more impatient, because every time a piece of clothing fell off your body, more skin was revealed. Arthur licked his lips at the thought, because he wanted to touch you, kiss you, taste your body.
"Babygirl? What are you doing?"
"I'm getting undressed," you said, giggling softly, because you could already tell by his voice that he was impatient. "Arthur, don't you dare look!"
"Alright, alright. I'm a good boy."
You couldn't resist teasing him, so you stuck your bare leg out of the partition and gave him a little taste.
Arthur grinned in amusement. He knew you were playful and he loved that. He also loved being teased by you and you loved it when he showed you where your place was... afterward.
It took you another moment to pull your last piece of clothing over your body. You were a little excited to present yourself right away in your new lingerie, because this one was really daring. And the way Arthur reacted the moment you came out from behind the partition, your surprise served its purpose.
Arthur's eyes grew wide, his lips were slightly parted as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
"Surprise, surprise, my love."
"Sweet Jesus..."
You wore a black corset, which ended under your breasts and showed them off beautifully. In addition, you wore long, black silk stockings, which were attached to the corset with suspenders. But what finally made Arthur go crazy was the fact that you were not wearing any panties. Your most intimate part was out in the open, but you were wearing those wonderful suspenders and your gorgeous, sweet pussy was on display in all its beauty.
"Fuck... Y/N..."
What a sight! You had known he would like this and it excited you. Playfully, you bite your lower lip as you approach him slowly and smoothly, turning around once so Arthur can admire your bare ass.
"Do you like my little surprise, Arthur?" 
You laugh softly and seductively, already knowing the answer.
"If I wern't such a fucking gentleman, I'd throw you over my shoulder right now and fuck your brains out in bed!"
Oh, Arthur would certainly fuck you good and he would take you in that outfit. God, yes, he could already see you in front of him. How you would lie whimpering under him, in your stockings, while you would willingly stretch your pretty ass towards him, which he would slap a few times properly.
The thought alone heated Arthur up a lot and he began to sweat, instantly opening the collar of his shirt.
Arthur was about to get up, but you stopped him, because you weren't finished with your surprise.
"Relax, Arthur. Lay back and relax."
Arthur watched you kneel between his legs with lust in your eyes. 
Arthur grinned as he stared at your magnificent tits pressed upward by the corset. What would he give now to press his face between those magnificent pillows? To lick and suck on your nipples? 
"You're pure sin, you know that?"
"Mmm, is that so, Arthur?" you asked in a sweet tone as you slowly unzipped his pants and pulled down the zipper. Arthur drew in a sharp breath, knowing what was about to come, and he couldn't wait to feel your sweet mouth around his cock.
"Y/N... mhmm... you are such a naughty girl..."
You playfully lick your lips as you look at him, pulling his pants down a bit to free his manhood. His cock popped free, lying on his stomach and already aroused, but you knew there was more to be done. He already had a considerable size.
Tenderly, you grab his cock, slowly running your hand up and down, enjoying hearing Arthur take pleasure in it. You bend your head forward and start kissing him, tenderly and slowly. Your tongue glides along his velvety shaft, all the way up to his tip, which you then embrace with your lips and suck on.
"Ahh..."
Arthur lets his hand slide gently through your hair, watching you closely as he loved this view. As you look up at him, with your beautiful, big eyes, you finally take it into your mouth and Arthur thought he was losing his mind.
"Fuck..."
Pleasurably, he dropped his head into his neck as you sucked him and your delicate fingers stroked his testicles, knowing how wild that was making him.
"God, Y/N... ahhh..."
With a seductive giggle, you take him out of your mouth to now play with his plump, thick balls. You suck them gently into your mouth while Arthur makes it even easier for you to get  on the right spot. He rose from his spot, now towering over you as you still knelt in front of him. His hands held your head tightly as you worked his balls, sucking them greedily, but gently.
"Oh fuck... fuck..."
Arthur stroked himself, playing with the tip of his cock, while you sucked his balls greedy.
"You're such a naughty girl... mhmm..."
After a while, you took care of his hard, thick cock again. You wrapped your hand around it, massaging it, and Arthur looked down at you lustfully, grasping his cock himself. 
"Open your mouth!" he commanded, smacking his cock gently on your lips, whereupon you promptly stuck out your tongue catching the pre-cum dripping from it. Moaning with pleasure, Arthur watched you enjoy this moment very much. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your cheek, smearing his fluids over your skin.
"Ah... yes, Arthur..."
"You like that, don't you, Y/N?"
You look at his beautiful face with a smile, his shining eyes are so sexy.
With your delicate hands you embrace your plump breasts, his cock squeezed between the soft pillows and you massage it. Arthur moaned instantly, watching his cock being massaged between your tits.
"Oh, I'm going to fuck you so hard for this; you won't be able to leave this room for the next few days... fuck... ahh..."
He was about to explode right in your face, but you stopped abruptly and you could hear the heavily disappointed undertone in his voice as the warm, soft feel of your tits no longer surrounded him. When Arthur opened his eyes, you were already on your feet again and with a cheeky expression on your pretty face as you backed away from him. You wanted to play, Arthur saw that and he liked to get involved in that kind of thing.
"Oh, so you wanna play, sweetheart?"
"Mmm, maybe."
Arthur took off his pants completely, already tugging his shirt over his shoulders, and tossed everything carelessly in a corner until he was finally standing in front of you in his full glory. 
Oh, what a man. So tall, masculine and muscular. His thighs resembled solid marble columns, his chest was covered with fine hair, a few scars adorned his body and he was perfect for you. Perfect and beautiful. Just as you were for Arthur.
His hungry eyes observed your body, the gorgeous, rounded hips, the plump tits that came out of that corset very provocatively. And your sweet, wet pussy, which was so indescribably beautiful and delicious. As was your scent, which was overwhelming.
"How beautiful you are, Y/N..."
He came closer to you and just as he was about to grab you, you slipped away from him and Arthur was very excited by that. It wouldn't be long before he had you either, as the room didn't offer many opportunities for escape. 
"Come here!"
He caught up to you quickly, reached around your thighs and waist , and threw you over his shoulder. With a solid smack on your buttock, he made you moan lustily.
"Mmm..." He bit your buttock with delight, making you laugh softly. "I should spank your ass, sweetheart. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Mmm, why don't you try it, Arthur?"
Suddenly you feel his fingers sinking into your pussy and you take them deep without any problems.
"Look how wet you already are, princess!"
He finger-fucks you quickly, for a brief moment, which made you moan lustfully and whimper. When he takes his fingers out of you again, he licks your nectar off of them.
"Mmm..." He purrs softly, taking you to the bed where he tossed you in.
Instantly you spread your legs wide for him so he could see you in all your beauty. You were so dripping wet for him that it was already sliding down your labia and wetting the sheet beneath you.
"What a sight... I can't wait to lick that pretty pussy of yours, Y/N."
"Then come here, Arthur..." you said as you bit your lip and prepared to give yourself completely to him.
And Arthur wasted no time either, immediately laying down between your legs, inhaling your scent, murmuring deeply and excitedly and licking his lips as he did so. Shortly after, he sank his face between your pretty thighs and you felt his mouth taking you fully. Arthur was kissing you greedily, hungrily, enjoying the nectar that came out of you. 
You felt incredible pleasure, clawing at the sheet beneath you and moaning sweetly, while he eats you out like a pot of honey. He gently takes your labia into his mouth, sucking on it and then letting go. He did this over and over again, then ran his tongue between your labia and quickly swirls on your pearl with the tip of his tongue. And as Arthur did this, he could hear you whimpering and moaning, which excited him deeply. God, he couldn't wait to ram his hard cock deep into your wet hole and make love to you until you were completely drained in that bed. He had a single image running through his mind; you, covered in his cum, lying whimpering on the bed, with your legs spread wide, and yet you would be begging him to keep going. "Mhmm... ahh..." That filthy thought heated him up beyond belief, nearly driving him out of his mind.
His hands held your thighs tightly, holding you on the bed while his tongue pushed deep into your pussy. Soon, you started to tremble and that's when Arthur knew you were about to climax. 
Looking down at him, you stared directly into his eyes, which were full of lust and greed. They were dark with desire and you knew you were in for a long night; and hell yes, you wanted it. There was so much you could do, so much you could try. Just the two of you, wrapped in your passion, in the immense love you had for each other.
"A-Arthur... ahh..."
Your lust overtook you, your fingers clawing desperately into his hair and your lower body quivering as your climax shook you.
"God... Arthur!"
You tried to push his face away from you as this pleasure was almost unbearable and your clit was so incredibly sensitive, but Arthur wouldn't let you push him away, he held you close, fucking your hole with his tongue and you thought you were losing your mind. It gave him an incredible amount of pleasure to see you trembling so full of lust. He only let go of you slowly, looking at you very closely, seeing the lust in your mimic.
"Mhm..."
Arthur licked his lips sensually, you could see your nectar shimmering on his face and in his beard.
"Arthur... oh god..."
Your beautiful smile of joy, made his heart almost burst with joy. His warm body laid on top of you, his lips kissing yours hungrily and full of passion, while he guided his cock to your wet, wet pussy, stroking the tip over your clit, before entering deep inside you, moaning together with you full of pleasure...
♦♦♦♦
Your pussy was like velvet and you were hot, so wet. Arthur thought he was losing his mind. He began to thrust into you. Slowly at first and he savored being so deep inside you. His throbbing cock filled you completely. "Ahh... you're so tight and so hot..." he moaned against your ear and he bit your earlobe. His voice had gone a notch  darker and that made your body tremble with pleasure. His lips kissed your mouth as he moved rhythmically inside you and his tart scent clouded your senses. He smelled of leather, thyme and tobacco...
The sound of his balls smacking against your wetness filled the room as he thrust hard and deep into you from behind. Your butt cheeks bounced with each thrust, as did your plump breasts. His strong hand gripped your ass, squeezing tightly, before giving it a good smack.
"Ahh! Arthur... yes..."
"You like that, don't you?" he purred, deeply aroused, while he kept fucking your brains out. His hands spread your butt cheeks apart and he enjoyed the sight of his cock slamming into you again and again, his balls slapping against your pussy.
"Oh, fuck... mhmm..."
Enveloped by your scent and your husky, lustful sounds, and after more powerful thrusts from Arthur, he felt that he would soon reach his climax and you too felt yourself tingling violently between your legs and the feeling growing in your belly. When his hand slid between your thighs to caress your clit, you were soon overcome by your climax. Your ass stretched out to Arthur and you clawed at the sheet beneath you for help, driving him crazy with the sight of your beautiful body. And finally he squirted his seed deep into your soft pussy, growling lustfully and closing his eyes as he thrust into you trembling and riding out his climax. "Ahhhh!" 
He clung to you as you both collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. Your hearts beat quickly in time and it took a moment for you to calm down from your climax. You felt so desired, so loved; you felt like you would always find protection in his arms.
The two of you stayed like that for a few moments; your foreheads resting together, not wanting to lose the feeling of the other. This was a special moment for both of you...
♦♦♦♦
"I would love to stay here for a few more days. Just live like a normal couple on a vacation," you said as you put the last of your clothes in the suitcase. Arthur could understand you very well. It was something different not to have to worry all the time about what was going to happen to all of you. The two of you had not spoken once about the current situation in the camp during the time you were here. At the moment everything was going well, but for how long? You had often had this thought, but this weekend, you had completely blocked it out, and that was a good thing.
"You know, sweetheart, I'd like to take you to Strawberry. To the mountains, to nature. Enjoy the peace and quiet..." Arthur hugged you from behind and kissed your neck, smiling contentedly. Loving you was a blessing for him. You were an incredible woman that he desired so much and his heart, his soul, belonged to you alone.
"What do you think of that, Y/N?"
"I'd love that Arthur. Just you and me..."
"Yes."
He tenderly kissed your lips and whatever was to come was of no importance at the moment.
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helmihotchner · 1 year
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Here goes nothing..
Do you mean it? - Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Fem!Reader pt. 1
prompt: reader and Aaron are going through a rough patch in their relationship but no one in the team knows abt them. this is how it unwinds
warnings: use of y/n, i used she/her pronouns, bad bad BAD writing, so far hurt and little to none comfort. a possibility that there won’t be a part 2.
authors note: my first ever hotch fic! this is not in my area at all!! I mostly write romantic fluff that turns to hurt and no happy ending. also, english is not my first language so there will be mistakes, please poit out anything that I might’ve missed!
wc. 1.1k give or take
Aaron looked through the window of his office. There sat, his beautiful and so intelligent girlfriend. Normally she would glance at him every now and then and give him a sweet smile, but not today. Nor yesterday or the day before that, and it’s already Thursday.
It was all his fault really, he had been extremely cold towards her and treated her like a wounded puppy on the field. And Y/N sure as hell didn’t like that. She had made it crystal clear, the second he starts to undermine her abilities or starts to protect her, they are over and she will transfer. Easy as that. And he accepted that, with great difficulty, but he did.
He knew he fucked up the second they got home. She went straight to the bathroom and didn’t ask him to join, showering together was their way of seeking comfort in one another. Aaron tried to open the bathroom door, but even before his hand had touched the handle, as if she sensed that he was about to come in, she locked the door.
This brought tears to his eyes. Not once has she denied him access even when she was angry, now she must be furious. Aaron sighed and went for the guest bathroom, anticipating that Y/N will take her time.
After almost an hour, she came out. Dressed in her sweatpants and her shirt. She made it obvious, didn’t need him at the time, Y/N needed space. He was sitting on their bed, waiting. As she walked in, she didn’t even look at him, she couldn’t bear the thought of looking at him. Y/N went for her drawer and took what he assumed was clothes for tomorrow. Even if she seemed cold and independent she needed Aaron’s comfort more than anything, because the case had really taken a toll on her. But he was still Hotch, he was her boss. And she didn’t need him. She needed her boyfriend, her love.
“Look Y/..” ”No. I don’t care. I have made myself clear, I layed down the rules, that you accepted happily. And now you have broken every single one of them. I really don’t care about your apologies right now, neither your puppy eyes.” He looked defeated, she looked hurt, even broken.
“I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom.” Y/N said, he wanted to protest, but that would only throw gasoline to the fire and that wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t see her after that.
What he didn’t know, was that Y/N was up almost all night crying. She didn’t want to be alone, she needed Aaron, her Aaron. She needed comfort and warmth, reassurance that se was capable, more than capable, qualified and professional. Y/N tossed and turned all night, getting little to no sleep at all. He at least got a few hours of shut eye.
In the morning he didn’t see her. She was out before he had even woken up. Presumably she had went for a jog and decided to leave to work for the day. In fact, she had just taken her belongings and driven to the office. No coffee, no jog. Just straight to work. And because it was Friday, she is hoping to get off a little earlier than usual, doubling the chances by starting early. Hoping for a girl’s night, or maybe even a night out with all of the BAU members. This of course doesn’t include Hotch, cause he never comes anyway.
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As Emily walked in, first thing she noticed was how Y/N’s pen was quite literally smoking with the way she pressed it to the paper - hard. “What are you so grumpy about?” Emily asked, a bit of concern in her voice. This caught Morgan’s attention and he looked at her, with worry in his eyes. “Oh nothing, just my douchebag-caveman-like-boyfriends behavior. He just protects me when I absolutely don’t need it!!” she bursts out, closing the file she was working on. Hoping that she doesn’t give them too much to work with to connect A and B together. A being the last cases victims looking like her and B Hotch putting her on desk duty most of the days.
“Ah man, not my place. Imma go see my babygirl” Morgan put his hands up, getting away from his chair just as Garcia walked in. “What were you gonna do to me my thunder?” Garcia asked Morgan, wiggling her eyebrows as she took her place under Morgan’s arm. “Oh you know, the usual.” He barked back.
“Ugh help me God, that I don’t even believe in” Y/N said. “Alcohol! I need extraordinary amounts of alcohol!” she continued. “I’m in!” Emily chipped. “We are too, I need to take my panther out to dance. It’s been wayyy too long.” Penelope said as she squeezed Morgans bicep.
“Hotch you comin’ ?” Emily asked as he walked to the pullpen a few files in hand, one open. “Where exactly?” He asked, the question not directed to anyone. But his eyes, oh how they were filled with worry and apologies aimed directly at Y/N. “Well Y/N needs time away from her douchebag-of-a-man, so we’re gonna go clubbing!!” Emily almost shouted. He was taken aback by this, Y/N a little embarrassed by Emily’s words.
”Yeah, sure why not.” He answered, looking down pretending to read the file in his hand. “COOL!” shouted Morgan. “I expect the term ‘clubbing’ in this scenario meaning a karaoke bar so you all can sing mamma mia and dancing queen wayy out of tune.” Hotch lipped. Y/N just huffed a little at his comment, not paying attention. Or at least wanting it to look like that. With the silence that fell upon them, Hotch walked away, knowing the details would be dealt with later in the group chat.
“Y/N please tell me that you’re coming to my place to get ready?” Emily pleaded. “I guess, well I don’t have anything or anyplace better to go to, so yes.” She said. “I’ll bring the wine.” Y/N continued.
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“So tell me.” Emily said mouth full of white wine. “What do you wanna know? The way he talked to me? Disrespected me? Showed me what kind of a man he really is?” Y/N rambled. “Noooo.. I mean the SEX!” Y/N was mortified. “C’mon he must be good. Like good GOOD. I know for a fact that you don’t accept anything mundane.”
How would she tell Emily the things they do between the sheets, when he is Hotch of all people? Like their grumpy very many years older than she is boss.
Luckily JJ called to inform that she was outside waiting before she could began. “Ugh. Saved by the bell.” Emily said and started to gather her things.
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