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MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter Twenty Nine--Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

Tags: 18+, SMUT, Masturbation, PIV, Switch!Mattheo, Dirty Talk, (slight daddy kink. Like very slight.), Spitting, Unprotected Sex, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Cuddling, ANGST ANGST! ALSO: FLUFF! (WHO AM I???? AM I OKAY???)

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The following weeks slipped away like sand through fingers--one, then another, and then another--until the imminent end of the term loomed large, only just a little ways off in the distance. Graduation was within reach, a tantalizing yet bittersweet prospect.

The journey to this point had been a relentless climb, fueled by your unwavering determination. The culmination of hard work brought a poignant mix of accomplishment and trepidation. The future held its mysteries, and you were poised on the edge, anxious about its impact on the present.

Because in the land of the present, you and Mattheo were as well as ever. You'd managed to maintain your intimate secrecy, with Emily and Theo as the exclusive keepers of your shared secret. Within the last few weeks, they had evolved into an indispensable support system, adept at aiding your discreet escapades and providing cover when facing friends. Theo, a master of diversion, orchestrated opportunities for you to slip into Mattheo's dorm unnoticed, while Emily reciprocated the favour.

Looking back over the past months, a bittersweet resonance reverberated through your thoughts, acknowledging the imminent conclusion of your tutoring and mentorship with Mattheo. Curiously, the lines between mentor and mentee had blurred, giving rise to the notion that, in an almost poetic turn, he had undoubtedly become a guiding force for you, instead. The intricate dance of mentorship had taken an unexpected yet meaningful twist, leading to the most beautiful and memorable outcome you could have ever fucking asked for.

And in the crisp embrace of a warm spring evening, the sun gracefully dipped below the horizon, yielding its space to the emerging twinkle of stars overhead. Amid this celestial transition, you found yourself immersed in the task of crafting a report for Dumbledore, which was due the following week. This document sought to encapsulate your entire journey as Mattheo's mentor and your insights into his progress.

Yet, as your quill traced its path across the parchment, reminiscing about the last few months, an unmistakable ache kindled within your chest, as if hollowing your lungs from the inside out. In that poignant moment, the yearning to see a specific curly haired boy eclipsed all else, a sentiment that transcended the mere act of putting pen to paper. In an impulsive surge, your quill found itself abandoned on the desk as you swiftly slipped into your shoes. A brief word to Emily, notifying her of your absence for the night, preceded your motivated exit through the door.

After a determined journey through the solitude of the castle, you reached the imposing door of the Slytherin common room and urgently rapped your knuckles against its rough surface. After a brief moment of silence, the door creaked open, revealing Draco Malfoy peering down at you with his trademark disheveled blonde hair. His sly smirk assessed you from head to toe, an expression reminiscent of a devil reveling in mischief.

Before you could utter a word, he casually remarked, "He's in his dorm," signaling the direction with a subtle tilt of his head. "Little late for a mentorship meeting, don't you think?"

"Past your bedtime, is it?" You teased, gleaming with a smirk of your own. "Apologizes if I interrupted your beauty sleep, princess."

Draco's silver eyes sparkled with a blend of amusement and feigned offense. "Do you think all of this just happens naturally, little bird? It's hard work, being me," he quipped with a sly grin, willingly engaging in the banter. "But if you're here for a late-night rendezvous, who am I to stand in the way of true love?"

A huff escaped you as you tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to conceal your amusement. Without speaking, you pressed forward, gracefully brushing past him in the direction of the dorms. Upon reaching the entrance to the dormitory hall, you cast a glance over your shoulder, eyes twinkling with emotion as they locked onto his silver gaze from across the room.

You shot him a cheeky smile. "You'd be a fool to even try."

The retort lingered in the air as you continued your journey, leaving a trail of playful tension in your wake, fully aware of the fact that what you just did might not have been your most brilliant move yet. But moving forward without hesitation, you briskly made your way to Mattheo's dorm.

The anticipation propelled you forward, and with a swift motion, you tried the doorknob. Finding it unlocked, you let yourself in without bothering to knock. As you squinted, easing the door shut behind you, your jaw fell open as the dimly lit room revealed Mattheo reclining on his bed, bathed in the soft glow that echoed the reflections of the black lake, still fully clothed--except for his cock, which was fully erect, fist wrapped around the girth as he pumped himself, soft moans leaving his throat.

Almost immediately, lava had begun to flow out from your centre and filter through your veins. Steadying yourself, you stepped forward, admittedly slightly caught off guard by the sheer rawness of the scene before you. His eyes were squeezed shut, brows furrowed and lips parted, his breathing ragged and heavy as he lost himself in the pleasure coursing through his body. Your breath hitched, cunt clenching in want, and you drew nearer, slowly feeling all of the ounces of your sanity leave your body, quickly being replaced by a possessed, powerful need.

"Matty..." you whispered, cautious not to startle him.

His eyes shot open, surprised by your sudden presence, stalling his movements for a moment as he exhaled a shaky breath. When you smiled at him, your possessed eyes glimpsing his cock throbbing within his fist, the shock in his gaze quickly faded, replaced by a look of pure, hungered lust.

"Raven..." he murmured, his head falling back as he slowly resumed his ministrations. "Here to finish me off, sweetheart?"

A shiver coursed through your body as his words hung in the air, the palpable intensity of his desire washing over you like a powerful wave. Compelled by an irresistible force, you moved closer to him, drawn like a moth to a flame, surrendering to the raw power of his need. Without a second thought, your fingers sought the hem of your sweater, swiftly peeling it up and off your body. The room filled with the hushed rustle of fabric as you kicked off your shoes and deftly maneuvered the zipper on your pants.

"I'll do more than finish you off, Matty..." you cooed, meeting his dark eyes as he watched you undress before him, his thumb swirling the bead of precum over the tip of his cock, his fingers tightening around the girth. "Were you thinking about me?"

"Mmm," he moaned, his hand slowly picking up its pace, leisurely moving up and down his shaft. "Always thinking about you, baby..."

Quakes of desire rattled your bones, and you moved closer still, now at the foot of his bed, focus switching between the black holes of his eyes and his thick, throbbing cock. As you let your pants slip from your waist and down your thighs, finding purchase on the floor at your feet, you wasted no time before crawling onto the bed next to him, bringing yourself to his side.

"Tell me," you murmured, trailing your fingers up the length of his strong thigh. "Tell me what you were thinking about, Matty..."

Mattheo shuddered under your touch, hissing in pleasure as he increased the pace of his strokes, his body writhing and twitching against his dark green sheets. You choked back a mewl, your pussy screaming in need for him as you watched the veins in his hand tense and contract, his eyes squeezed shut as his head fell back, jaw tensing.

"Your beautiful face...your perfect body..." he growled out, his voice hoarse with primal need, his throat torn with lust. "Your tight, wet little pussy, wrapped around my cock...fuck-"

A surge of intensity coursed through you, the clenching sensation echoing the burning passion that seemed to set the very walls of Mattheo's dorm room ablaze.

"Mm...you're in deep, aren't you, Matty..." you teased, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip, a playful smirk barely concealed. The words slipped from your lips like a whispered incantation, and you couldn't help but revel in the way his eyes fluttered open with a potent mix of lust and hunger. "Salazar himself couldn't rescue you from this, could he?"

"Six feet, baby..." Mattheo's words carried a reverent undertone, akin to a fervent prayer. "Can you blame me? Fucking look at you..."

"Six feet, huh?..." you purred, allowing your fingers to trail sensuously down his thigh. The ache between your legs intensified, a symphony of longing and passion propelling you into a frenzy of heat. "...not deep enough, I'm afraid."

Leaning over him, your lips hovered just above his, and a mischievous smirk danced on his lips. Shallow gasps escaped his throat as he slowed the pace on his cock yet again, as though he was edging himself, desperate to hang on, desperate to not cum on the fucking spot.

"Filthy girl..." he breathed, snuffing a groan deep in his throat. "Say the words and I'll go as deep as you fucking want, princess..."

"Not tonight, Matty," you smirked, softly pressing your lips to his, teasingly dragging your teeth along his bottom lip. "Let me take care of you for a change..."

The anticipation in the room was intoxicating, making you want to give in to every carnal urge you both had been holding back until now, the restraint between your bodies barely tethered.

"Let you take care of me?" he repeated, the challenge clear in his voice, his eyes locked onto yours as you reached over to stroke him, your hand gentle but insistent. He gasped in pleasure as you worked him, his dick throbbing, pulsing in your palm. "You think you can handle all of this?"

"All this time and you still underestimate me," you purred, clucking your tongue in feign disappointment. You swirled your thumb around the tip, painting more precum down his shaft. "Don't worry about me, Matty...just lay back and be a good boy for me."

"Shit..." he groaned, whimpering your name, thrusting up gently into your fist. "Call me that again."

"Good boy...so, so good..." you gripped him tighter, pushing the skin to the head, twisting your wrist. "You're so hard for me, so big..." a smirk pulled at your lips. "I bet you want to slide this pretty cock deep into my pussy, don't you?"

His eyes squeezed shut, a fervent nod accompanied by the grasp of his hands on the sheets beneath him as a guttural groan escaped. Enveloped in a pleasure-induced haze, he succumbed to the unyielding hunger that demanded satisfaction.

"Is that what you want?" you whispered, your voice tinged with a husky urgency, leaning in to brush his mouth. The words slipped past your lips, each syllable feeling foreign, as if your own voice carried the weight of unfamiliarity to your ears. "Do you want me to ride you hard, to feel my tight little pussy squeezing your cock?"

"Fucking hell..." he growled between kisses, his hard cock pulsating within your fist, he was close, you could tell. "...I've officially corrupted you, haven't I?"

"Damn right you have...you gave me permission to let loose, didn't you?..." you murmured, your lips falling toward his jawline, placing a trail of wet kisses along the ridge, slowing your motions on his dick. "Turned me into your filthy little whore...meant for taking your cock and swallowing your cum..."

"Oh my fuck-" he cried out in exasperation, his hands shooting to your wrists, pulling your fingers off his cock and directing you overtop of him, guiding you until you were straddling his waist. "Princess, you keep talking like that I'm going to fucking-"

Without giving him a chance to finish, you ripped your hands from his hold and brought them to his face, pulling his mouth to yours as you thrust your fingers through his messy curls. You rolled your cunt against his needy length, rocking your hips until the head of his cock met your clit--and you moaned into his mouth, his fervent fingers digging into your flesh with enough strength to make you wince, his pelvis jerking up against yours.

You slowly lifted one hand from his hair and moved it toward your underwear, shifting them to the side to reveal your wet heat. You let out a small gasp as your fingers slipped easily through your slick folds, collecting your wetness and teasing your pulsing entrance. As you continued to pleasure yourself, you broke the kiss and quickly brought your fingers up to your mouth, sensually sucking your own juices off of them as you held Mattheo's stare. His jaw tensed, eyes darkening with an intensity that held yours captive. Your gaze remained locked as you sensually swirled your tongue around your fingers, savoring every drop of desire before delicately pulling them free.

"My fucking Gods, Raven..." his body was tense with pleasure as he stared at you, his eyes ignited in a flame so hot you felt your skin sizzling. "You are so fucking hot...." he gripped your head, pulling you down closer to him, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "let me taste you, baby."

His hands moved over your body, exploring every inch of your curves as he kissed you deeply, his tongue seeking out yours with a desperate hunger. Moaning, you braced against his chest, rocking your pelvis, grinding down against his cock, and he held you tighter, meeting you stroke for stroke, swallowing your kiss like he needed it to breathe, tasting your juices off your tongue.

His hands found your chest, tugging down your bra to expose your nipples, and when the pad of his finger grazed the hardening, sensitive bud--you squeaked, breaking the kiss.

"Fuck...is that good, Matty?" You mewled, slicking your wetness along the length of his cock, feeling him pulse beneath you as he swirled his thumb over your nipple. "Or do you need another taste?"

"So fucking good, princess," he muttered, his eyes darkening with a primal hunger. "You already know I'll always need more."

A sly smirk crossed your face as you slowly traced your fingers down to your heat, sliding them back along your slit and collecting your slick juices yet again. Your eyes never left Mattheo's as you brought your fingers back up and sensually slipped them into your mouth, letting out a soft moan as you sucked them clean. With a sultry gaze, you leaned in close to him, grasping his jaw firmly.

"Open up for me, then, daddy," you whispered in his ear, your voice dripping with lust and desire. "Please..."

The sound of your own words sent shivers of excitement down your spine, and you could feel the heat building between your thighs as you teased him. Never in a million years would you have expected to say those words, and judging by Mattheo's reaction to them, neither did he. His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly composed himself, his jaw tensing with restraint as he fought off every single urge to flip you over and fuck you until you couldn't walk.

"Salazar save me..." he purred, slipping a hand into your hair, grip tightening. "As you wish."

As he parted his lips, sticking out his tongue, you leaned in closer, and with a seductive smile, you gathered your saliva and spat it into his mouth. The moment your spit connected with his tongue, you felt a surge of excitement course through your body, heightening the intensity of the moment. You weren't sure what the fuck had come over you tonight, but you were helpless to fucking stop it.

Mattheo's eyes flashed with desire as he swallowed your saliva, his tongue working to catch every last drop. It was completely, unquestionably clear that he was turned on beyond belief by your newfound confidence and boldness--unable to resist letting out a low growl of arousal in response. You grinned, pressing your lips to his in a soft, fleeting kiss.

"You're a fucking filthy little slut..." he growled, smirking as you giggled at his reaction, unable to control yourself. "So...so fucking filthy."

"Mhm," you mused through a smile, grazing your lips over his. "But I'm your filthy little slut."

A mischievous twinkle ignited in your eye as you leaned in, initiating a deep and passionate kiss. Your tongue danced with his, exploring the recesses of his mouth with fervor. The heat and passion intensified, a soft moan escaping your lips, signaling your body's eager response to his touch. His hands, once cradling your head, now roamed up and down your back, tracing every curve and inch with an exploratory hunger.

"Raven," he murmured, his voice a rasped, almost desperate plea. "As much as I'm loving this foreplay...you're driving me to the fucking edge of insanity here..."

"You always were teetering on the edge, Matty," you teased, a wicked gleam in your eyes. "I'm just here to push you over."

Smirking against his mouth, you brought a hand down, directing his cock to your throbbing entrance before finally, finally sinking down onto his thick shaft, gasping as you felt him fill you up completely. A deep, animalistic groan escaped Mattheo's lips as he felt you, tight and wet, enveloping him fully.

"Mmm, you're so fucking big, Matty..." you moaned, your voice filled with unbridled passion. "So fucking deep."

You savoured the feeling of being stretched to your limit, taking a moment to let yourself adjust to how deep and big he was before you slowly began to shift your hips, slowly began to ride him.

Mattheo's lips parted, chest reaching for air as he let you adjust, pulsing inside of you. "Mhm...all for you, my girl...fuck-all yours..."

Your movements were slow and tantalizing, your hips rolling gently as you rocked back and forth on top of him, stretching yourself open with his cock. You could feel him grow harder inside you with each passing moment, the sound of his low moans driving you wild with lust. Looking down at him, you could see the desire in his eyes, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrust up to meet your movements.

"Fuck-" you gasped as he rutted up into you, his movements turning more aggressive by the second. "All mine-all fucking mine..."

Mattheo's strength overwhelmed you--he slammed you from below, fucking up into you, forcing gasps and squeals from your lungs. Bliss blazed through your blood as the force of his thrusts throttled you, body quaking, breasts bouncing. His face was screwed in a twist of lust and effort, lip furled, strangled growls escaping his chest--he pumped hard, fast, pinching you in his hands as his own pleasure built.

"Fuck," he growled, "that's right--do you like that?"

"Yes...Gods-yes..." the words were as unfiltered as you were. "I love it..."

"Good--good girl." His stare devoured you while you rode him. "So beautiful..so perfect..." a hand glided up your side, cupping one of your tits. "And all mine..." he grunted, punished you with a particularly hard thrust-you yelped. "Say it."

"Yours-" you howled, a sharp gasp fleeing your chest as his rough hand pulled back and smacked your ass, his strokes deep and powerful. You could feel his hips slamming against your body, the force sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. "All yours, Matty!"

He growled, seething, teeth barred in a snarl as he smacked your ass again, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure shooting through your body. You cried out, arching your back as he urged you on with each smack.

"Don't hold back, baby," Mattheo growled, his voice filled with raw desire. "I want to hear you scream my fucking name...let them know who you fucking belong to."

With those words, he pumped into you harder and faster, his body slamming against yours so hard that the bed began to shake, headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

"Fuck! Mattheo!" You moaned, your voice breaking with pleasure. "Please! Don't stop Matty-fuck-"

"Fuck," he growled again. "You're so fucking tight..." his pace switched, and he rammed your cunt with brutal, deep strokes, striking your cervix with white streaks of pain. "You take my cock so fucking well baby...so fucking perfect..."

"Matty-" you gasped, quaking, clit screaming for attention. "Please-"

"Fuck-" he hissed. "My filthy fucking slut wants to cum, doesn't she?"

Without waiting a singular moment for your response, Mattheo groaned, shifting you off of him until you found yourself on your back against the soft expanse of his sheets. Like a starved animal, he wasted no time at all before he climbed back over you, peeling your legs wide, both hands gripping your thighs and pushing them back against your chest before he split you back open, cock cleaving your cunt in one deep, harsh thrust. In pleasure, you sobbed.

"Mhm...such a good girl..." he cooed, eyes dark and hungry as he shifted a hand to your head, cradling the back of your neck as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours. "My perfect girl...my fucking perfect little cumslut..."

Whinging, you gasped, lost in the depth of his eyes as he fucked you harder, deeper, his hand leaving your leg and snaking down between your thighs, harshly rolling over your clit. You cried out, clenching and convulsing against him as he fucked you into the mattress, his eyes never once leaving yours, each stroke bringing new, desperate breath to your lungs as you felt him building your orgasm block by block, thrust by thrust.

"Is that what you are-shit-" Mattheo groaned, deep and low as his hand shifted to grip your jaw, pinching your cheeks together. He slicked your clit while he fucked you, the sensations warm and wet and spinning you to the height of euphoria. "Say it."

"Yes-fuck-" you practically screamed, unable to break your eyes from his, the eye contact alone nearly pushing you over the edge of bliss. "I'm yours! I'm your fucking cumslut-"

"Cum-fuck-cum for me," he ordered through barred teeth, "cum on this fucking cock..."

Like his perfectly trained pet, you obeyed, falling over the edge of ecstasy, pleasure coursing through every inch of your body as you cried out his name. Mattheo groaned, breath sputtering in his lungs, lids squeezed shut as he continued to pound into you relentlessly, his own climax fast approaching. With one final thrust, he let out a low growl and came inside you, filling you with the warmth of his release, his forehead resting against yours, your pulses pounding in pace until he had regained enough composure to push up and pull out.

As he reclined back on his bed, Mattheo drew you into an intimate embrace, enfolding you securely against his chest. Beneath your ear, his heart throbbed with a rapid tempo, and his breath, hot and laboured, danced against your skin. In a shared moment of quietude, words became superfluous. Both of you lay there, intertwined, finding solace in the cocoon of each other's arms.

In the aftermath of your intimate embrace, Mattheo's voice sliced through the tranquil stillness with genuine curiosity.

"Why did you come here tonight?" His words hung in the air, laden with a desire for understanding. "Not that I'm complaining, I'm just-"

Your smirk adorned your lips as you shifted, peering up at him. "I just missed you."

He blinked, a faint flush tinging his cheeks. His hold on you tightened, one hand delicately weaving through your hair.

"You missed me, huh?" Amusement danced in his tone, a smirk crawling across his perfect plush lips. "Poor little bird. Helpless without me."

A scoff escaped you, but the grin betrayed your playful facade. "On second thought, I take it back-"

"Nope," he interjected, his fingers gently arranging your hair behind your ear. "Too late for that, princess."

You huffed, eyelids fluttering as you reveled in the warmth of his body, nestled in his secure embrace. "Perhaps you're right...but let's not forget that you were the one jerking off while thinking-"

"Touché," he responded, his nails digging into your scalp, a playful attempt to silence you. "It's just...you know the boys will have questions tomorrow...there's no fucking way they didn't hear us."

You captured your lip between your teeth, a moment of contemplation enveloping you as your fingers traced aimless patterns over Mattheo's chest. The room held a quiet intimacy, interrupted only by the gentle caress of your touch.

"Good," you finally responded, your voice dipped in a low timbre. "I don't really care anymore, Matty...I just...I just want to be with you."

"I know..." he cooed, his fingers tenderly weaving through your hair, fingertips massaging your scalp. "Just a couple more weeks...then we don't have to hide anymore."

His words carried both a promise and an underlying uncertainty that resonated with you. Graduation loomed on the horizon, a gateway to a future fraught with unknowns. As he spoke, a pang of apprehension gripped you. The freedom from secrecy seemed tantalizing, yet the uncertainties beyond graduation loomed like a shadow in your thoughts.

"I started writing your mentorship report for Dumbledore tonight," you softly admitted, the words carrying a whisper-like weight. The pending admission feeling like pulling teeth from your gums. "That's why I came...it, um...it made me anxious...worried."

"Worried?" he repeated, his head nuzzling against yours. "Why?"

A fragile silence lingered before you whispered, "I just don't know what's going to happen to us after this... I mean, if I get a job here and-"

"Shh, Raven..." he murmured, pulling you impossibly closer. "Doesn't matter where you are, where I am... we'll make it work."

Your heart fluttered, a mix of uncertainty and hope intertwining. "Will we?"

"We will," he assured, pulling the sheets up and over you both as if creating a cocoon of reassurance, "nothing could ever keep me from you..."

You shifted once more, your gaze rising to meet his, a newfound warmth enveloping your entire being, surpassing the comforting embrace of any blanket or the flickering glow of a fire. Your eyes locked onto him, taking in the sight before you--his lids rested gently closed, long lashes casting delicate shadows on his flushed cheeks, while his fingers continued their soothing journey through your hair.

It was a tableau of serenity, a moment where you witnessed Mattheo in a state of unparalleled contentment and relaxation, radiating a happiness you had never seen him wear so vividly.

"How can you be so sure?" you murmured, almost afraid to disrupt the tranquility that surrounded him.

"Because we've weathered it all already, and just look at us..." he responded, his smile radiating, even without opening his eyes. "Besides, where else could I go? Who else could I love but you?"

A gentle chuckle, laced with both disbelief and affection, escaped your lips. You couldn't fucking believe that this was your life, you couldn't believe that this was the same man from a few months ago.

"Are you feeling okay?..." you teased, the playful incredulity in your voice echoing the rare and serene side of him that unfolded before you. "Who are you, and what have you done with Mattheo Riddle?"

"What can I say, Raven," he murmured, the softness of his tone carrying a hint of vulnerability. "You've changed me."

You scoffed, suppressing a full-blown giggle. "I didn't change anything; you did that all yourself."

"Save the modesty, princess," he husked, a subtle edge of desire in his voice. "You could change the fucking world with your hands behind your back."

"My Gods, Mattheo..." you breathed, your entire body tingling. "If you wanted me to get on my knees for you all you had to do was ask."

With a tender smile, Mattheo shifted you onto your side, drawing you closer. He settled behind you, his face nuzzling into the curve of your neck. One arm slid gently beneath your head, cradling it, while the other wrapped around your waist in a comforting embrace. You melted into him, pushing back against his body as tight as you could.

"This will do, Raven," he murmured, his warm breath caressing your neck. "But if you keep pushing your ass against me like that, we're going to have a problem."

"Mm," you smirked, relishing the tightening grip of his hand on your waist. "Not a problem that we can't fix."

He huffed, choosing to remain silent, but you could feel his grin against your skin. A brief pause hung in the air, the room submerged in a serene stillness. Beyond the window, the black lake flickered in the moonlit night, its waves reflecting the shimmering light like liquid silver.

Breaking the quietude, Mattheo's voice, a soft murmur, rekindled the conversation. "You know," he said, his words carrying a wistful note, "the only time I ever slept well was when you were in my arms."

"Why?" you inquired, your voice a gentle prompt, as curiosity laced the quiet exchange. "Do you usually have trouble sleeping?"

"Usually," he sighed, a blend of fondness and vulnerability threading through his words. "Yet another part of me you seemed to effortlessly fix."

A brief pause enveloped you both, the stillness broken only by the rhythmic cadence of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest against your back. As you felt him slowly surrender to the embrace of sleep, his grip on you loosening, a smile of contentment graced your lips.

"Sleep," you whispered, your voice a gentle reassurance, barely audible in the quiet room. "I'll fend off the bad dreams if they dare to approach."

“My fierce little protector.” He huffed, his voice a deep, raspy drawl. "I'm so fucking in love with you."

Your heart warmed, melting at his words. "And I'm fucking so in love with you."

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lovelyverosika · 2 months

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Angels going crazy…crazy…is he angry maybe…maybe

Hazbin Hotel! Adam x Fem!reader

Part 4 —> Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warning: swearing, slight violence, mention of suicide, suggestive ;)

3rd POV:

Meanwhile in the courtroom:

Everything was quiet. All eyes on them. Adam stood in front of Monika with an unreadable expression on his face. "Sir, what are you doing?", Lute said as she came down the podium. Sera looked unsure as well and Charlie looked shocked or to say it better betrayed. Monika knew that redemption was possible the whole time and didn’t tell her and on top of it she’s not the nice demon she acted to be.

"Leave now.", said Adam with a stern voice. Monika raised an eyebrow. "Why?", she asked. "I said leave.", Adam said again, this time with a louder voice. "Naw, are you hurt because your sweet wife is actually a dumb loser bitch?", Monika said with a mocking grin. "I SAID LEAVE, YOU DUMB BITCH OR ELSE I BEAT YOU DOWN THE HOLE YOU CAME FROM MYSELF!", Adam basically screamed at her. Monika looked at him with widen eyes. "Whoa dude, chill.", said Monika with a slight scared expression on her face. "Enough is enough.", Adam said while grabbing Monika roughly and pushing her down the portal to hell. "I’m so sorry for all this mess.", said Charlie as she grabbed Vaggies hand and left for the portal as well. Without saying another word Adam flew out of the courtroom, leaving everyone either confused or shocked.

The streets of heaven were unusually quiet and the angels seem to be in some kind of distress. Why? Because of none other than the first man. The last time they saw him in such an angry state was when Y/N left heaven for 2 weeks for business. Right now he wanted to be alone to clear up his mind or at least collect his thoughts. He really hoped Emily didn’t took Y/N to their shared home, he doesn’t want to get seen in such a vulnerable state at all costs after all he was THE Adam, THE first man. He let out a sigh of relief when he opened the door and everything was quiet. Immediately he went into their shared bedroom and threw his mask on the floor. With a heavy sigh searched for something in the closet of his wife. After a few minutes he found it and couldn’t help but to crack a small smile. It was a stuff bunny, which resembles Y/N.

On their first valentine’s day Y/N has gifted it to him, of course he acted all rough and tough before actually accepting the gift. What would the other angels think if they saw THE first man being all infatuated because of a simple stuff bunny. Behind closed doors he let his facade fall together with his mask since he knew how sensitive Y/N was and how fast she got insecure about those kind of things. Loving kisses and lots of sweet, teasing words were shared that evening but no one needs to know how smitten he actually is. He lied down on her side of the bed, inhaling her comforting smell. He didn’t know how to feel, he still had mixed feelings about what he found out. Out of exhaustion he then fell asleep.

-time skip-

It was early in the morning when Y/N came home, she slept over at Emily’s since she thought it would be the best to give Adam some time. She couldn’t help but to be scared. Adam hated sinners but she changed and redeemed herself and when you think about it there are demons who did much worse than she did. Of course she regretted throwing away her previous life but the past can’t be changed. Everything here in heaven is different now, she finally found someone who makes her (after) life worth living for. Guilt flooded her mind, she only had herself to blame but she couldn’t just causally tell him that she used to be a demon, sadness and fear were one of her most dominant emotions.

Controlled by fear she only does things with a small chance of turning out bad, which lead to her missing out a lot of things since her youth. Adam always gave her a slight push to try out as much as possible as long she’s not too uncomfortable. The outcome was pretty satisfying to her, she tried out lots of new things and they even went to a concert together. Sure it was overwhelming at first but in the end she enjoyed it even more than he did. She smiled at the memory as she walked towards the bedroom door.

She took a deep breath as she opened the door with shaky hands but she relaxed a bit as she saw Adam still sleep. She walked up to him and smiled, he held the stuff bunny she gifted him close to his chest, that must be a good sign, right? Careful not to wake him she kissed his forehead and left the bedroom to prepare some breakfast. Even if he’s going for the divorce she wanted to show him her love and appreciation for one last time.

Right when she finished his favourite breakfast he came out of the bedroom. He sat down in front of her without saying anything, which made Y/N feel even more unsure and nervous than before. "Redemption…huh.", were the first words he said. "Well yes and I’m so sorry for not telling you..I just thought you would like leave me if I told you. And I know you don’t really like demons but I only got to hell because I thought suicide was the answer, which obviously isn’t true, so I’m not a murder or anything. But if you want to leave me I can totally understand that and I’m not mad or anything just a bit sad but-"

Adam interrupted her: "Sheesh babe chill, if you only were this talkative in bed..just kidding this is serious. I forgive you after all how can I stay mad at you when you’re my sweet wifey. Of course you were an asshole for not telling me but you’re still you. Damn I sound cheesy right now." With a loud happy squeal Y/N basically threw herself on Adam and hugged him tightly as they now lay on the floor. "Ouch fuck!", he said while patting her back. Y/N mumbled a quiet sorry before giving him a quick peck on his cheek. "So are we going like fuck now?", he said with a playful smirk. "Adam.. we’re having a wholesome moment right now.", Y/N whined before gently punching his shoulder. They spend the whole afternoon cuddling and just appreciating each other’s affection.

Later that day when the sun went down Adam took Y/N to her favourite flower garden. No one else was there just them. Suddenly Adam got on his knees, leaving Y/N confused and a bit excited. "I’m not good with words, babe but when I say I love you I really mean it and I know we’re already married but will you marry me? I wanna marry the other part of you as well..wanna make you all mine.", he said, leaving Y/N stunned. "Yes, yes and yes!", she answered, touched by his sweet word. Without saying anything else they kissed deeply with the sun setting down behind them.

They spent the rest of the night underneath their sheets naked while loving each other passionate and deeply.

The End<3

A/N: Looking back I never thought that anyone would read this fanfic, which is based on one of my delusional daydreams. The amount of support I got really touched me. That’s why I decided to continue this small Adam x reader series. I really hope you enjoyed it. Thank you for everything<3

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Consequences of Being a Brat

Eddie Munson Fic Incoming!

NSFW 18+, Minors DNI! Okay so this one is… whoo. A lot more intense than my previous fics. I know I said my next fic would be with Clarke Griffin from The 100 but I got smacked in the face with inspiration for this so, here you go. This fic is purely self indulgent and I pretty much made it just for my own desire BUT I am sure all you dom!Eddie lovers out there will enjoy it too. I honestly have no clue if The Magic Wand existed in the 80’s but for the sake of this fic, it absolutely did. The ending is super fluffy so please stick around for it too! Please like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed this, it would mean the whole entire world to me!

Word Count: 9,016

Warnings:NSFW 18+, Angst (very slight), Smut, Fluff, AFAB Reader, Aftercare, BratTamer!Eddie, Brat!Reader, Breath Play (one time near the end), Bondage, Biting, Potential CNC? (honestly I’m not sure if it is or not. Reader doesn’t want to accept punishment but it’s all a part of their brat/tamer dynamic and consensual, but as always, read at your own risk), Choking, Crying During Aftercare, Dom!Eddie, Degradation, Dacryphilia, Eventual Submission, Extreme Sensitivity, Face Slapping (Only a couple of times and it is not extreme), Forced Orgasms, Fingering, Humiliation, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Oral Sex (f and m receiving), Orgasm Control and Denial, Punishment, P-in-V (unprotected, wrap it up irl folks), Rough Sex, Sub!Reader, Spanking, Swearing, Squirting, Subspace (mentions of, it’s not super deep), Vibrators

Idk I feel like I overdo it with warnings sometimes but I want you to be able to read at your own risk and avoid your own triggers, I do not want my writing to cause harm! Only horniness and happy feelings! Anywho, here is my newest fic and I really hope you all love it!

Consequences of Being a Brat

The stage lights focused, the crowd hushed, and the electric hum of anticipation filled the air. Eddie Munson, with his shaggy brown hair cascading over his shoulders, stood center stage. His fingers started strumming his electric guitar as Corroded Coffin launched into their first song. In the sea of people, Eddie scanned the crowd, looking for one face in particular–yours. You never missed a single concert, and tonight shouldn’t have been any different. But tonight, no matter how hard he searched, you were nowhere to be found.

Where the hell is she? He thought to himself. As the concert reached its crescendo, Eddie’s mind wandered, his performance slightly faltering. Once the last note echoed through the quarry, Eddie rushed offstage. His heart pounded with a mix of post-performance adrenaline and concern for where you could be.

Back at home, I was absolutely fine. My coworker at the bakery asked me to pick up their shift, so I was working overtime and honestly forgot about the concert tonight. I was laying on the couch, lounging in Eddie’s Hellfire club shirt and black cotton panties while watching some cheesy horror flick. I was just about to get up from the couch to call in for a pizza delivery, when Eddie crashed through the door.

He looks absolutely frantic, making me feel instantly guilty. I totally forgot to tell him that I wouldn’t be able to make the concert tonight. Fuck. “Eddie, I’m so sorry! I had to cover Emily’s shift tonight and I completely forgot to let you know I wasn’t going to make it. I feel terrible.” I stand up to give him a hug, he looks like he needs it.

Eddie’s frustration softens, but is still very present. “You just forgot to tell me? I was worried sick, baby. I thought you were hurt.” He hugs me back tightly, before sighing and letting me go.

“I know, I know, Eddie. I’m sorry,” I say, stepping back as he runs a hand through his hair in exasperation. One of the rings on his fingers gets stuck in his hair and as he is figuring out how to get it un-stuck, I can’t help but giggle.

His head immediately snaps to look at me, questioning, “What’s so funny?”

I try not to, but I can’t hold back another giggle. “I can’t help it, you looked so worried.. It was kind of cute.” I know this conversation will get me nowhere but trouble, but my heart feels so inflated with how much he cares about me, I don’t even care right now.

His eyes close for a moment as he processes what just came out of my mouth, his tongue jutting into the side of his cheek. When he opens his eyes again, they seem much darker than they were before and I knew that my words had started something. His tone itself could cut through ice. “Excuse me? Would you like to repeat that? I’m just not sure that’s what you were really trying to say, sweetheart.”

His words shoot a shiver through my body and directly down to my core. He doesn’t call me that unless I’m really starting to push my limits. It’s a fucked up nickname because it’s way too gentle for whatever he’s planning to do to me.

For some stupid reason, the desire to provoke him becomes unbearable. “That is actually exactly what I was trying to say. You were so worried about me that you ran home and almost tore the front door off its hinges. It was absolutely adorable.” I put extra emphasis on the last word, a smirk playing on my lips.

His eyebrow raises at me as his arms cross over his chest, his fingers tapping his arm in an attempt to control his desire to put me over his knee right that second. “Oh yeah? Wanna make that hole you’re in a little deeper?” He takes a step closer to me until it feels like he’s towering over me, his face only inches from mine, and whispers, “Go on, say something else. I dare you.”

Those fucking words. Maybe on any other day, I would have just apologized and took a spanking or two. But daring me? Oh boy, today was not the day. I just got done with two fucking shifts at work in a row and okay, yeah, I can see why you’d be worried about me and now you’re mad that I’m mouthing off, but seriously? Fuck you, Eddie! I thought to myself.

Surprise registers on his face as his mouth opens slightly, eyes widening. Oh god. Did I just say that out loud? I look up at him and laugh nervously. “Is it too late already to say I’m sorry?” My voice is much more quiet than I mean it to be, but it’s too difficult to speak up when his eyes are on fire and it’s directed right at me.

He just stares at me, his eyes going from that teddy-bear brown to straight up black. He starts unbuckling his belt, pulling it from the loops slowly. My mouth dries out and for a moment, I’m frozen in place before the realization of what he’s about to do hits and I fucking bolt towards the bathroom so I can lock myself in there for a while until he calms down.

His hand quickly reaches out and grabs me by the wrist before flipping me around to face him. He grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him while his other hand continues pulling his belt from the loops at an agonizing pace. “And just where do you think you’re going? You really think you get to say that shit to me and then run off to avoid my belt? Really?” He can’t help but laugh at my escape attempt, but his laugh sounds empty.

I try to pull my face away from his grip, but it’s impossible. My nerves turn into anger and I suddenly swat his hand away from my face, my voice raising to a yell. “You can’t get me in trouble for this! I was just messing around, Eddie, can’t you take a fucking joke?”

The growl that escapes his lips is feral. He grabs me by the back of the neck and pushes me forward, forcing me down the hallway towards the bedroom as he bites back, “Eddie? I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re talking to, sweetheart, but that is incorrect.”

I’m practically stumbling over my own feet, he’s pushing me so hard and walking too fast for me to find a good rhythm in my steps. I get shoved down onto the mattress face first, but quickly flip myself around and sit up, scrambling backwards to the opposite side of the bed. “Stop it! Eddie I said I was sorry, I was joking! Don’t do this, seriously.” My voice is definitely mixed with panic and anger… arousal is in there somewhere too, judging by the wet spot I know is coming through my panties right now.

He grabs me by my ankles and drags me back towards him, before flipping me over, scolding me as he yanks off my panties and giving my ass a few hard spanks with his hand to warm me up. “Let me get this straight. You are acting like a fucking brat, and now you refuse to take your punishment for it? Not only that, you know how you’re supposed to address me right now, yet you keep acting like you’re just my sweet little girlfriend and calling me by my name. But you’re not my sweet little girlfriend right now, are you?”

He doesn’t even give me a chance to respond to his questions, he just grabs his belt and uses every harsh spank with it to emphasize his next words. “You. Are. My. Bratty. Fucking. Slut.” I wince and whine at every smack, and then my hands fly back to cover my now-bright red ass for protection. He has no patience with me anymore, I can tell. He grabs my hands to pin them behind my back, which makes me groan out in frustration and panic, and without even thinking about it, I’ve kicked my feet at him and hit him right in the thigh. Thankfully it wasn’t a direct kick to the balls, but it was close. And now I’m fucked.

I look back at him as best as I can, and the look on his face sends another round of chills down my spine. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second though, fuck my life. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it!” I scream at him, squirming as hard as I could to try to get away, “I wouldn’t have done that if you had just let me go!”

He tuts at me from behind, sighing in disappointment. “You really need a lesson in obedience today, don’t you? I tried to just give you a few spankings with the belt. Just a few, and you just can’t stop making things worse for yourself.” He grabs me by the hair and yanks me up to sit, making me yelp. My shirt is torn off of me before a quick, double-handed shove sends me crashing back down. It’s not gentle, and I let out an “oof” when I hit the bed. He grabs me by my hips and flips me over again before getting onto the bed and straddling me so I can’t squirm away.

He leans over and grabs a piece of rope in the bedside table drawer before grabbing my wrists harshly. As he is tying my wrists together, he talks to me rather calmly, as if he’s explaining how two plus two equals four. “If you had just taken your punishment like a good girl, I wouldn’t be having to do this, sweetheart. But you just couldn’t shut your mouth, could you? And then you kick me? You actually kick me? Well, when this all gets too intense for you, just remember that you brought this on yourself. I tried to let you off easy, I really did. But now it’s time to face the consequences, sweetheart.” He sighs as he pulls my arms up to tie the other end of the rope against the headboard, acting like my squirming is literally nothing to him. The entire time he’s talking I’ve been doing my best to squirm, to look at him with pleading eyes, to whimper at him submissively like I know he likes, but none of it was doing a single thing to change his mind.

I suddenly notice just how naked I am, and just how clothed he is. It makes my thighs squeeze together as I try to hide just how fucking turned on I am by all of this. Am I terrified? Yes. Have I ever gotten in this much trouble before? No. Am I wetter than I’ve ever been before in my life? God, yes. When he is done with the ties, he looks down at me with his arms crossed against his chest again and his eyebrow raised, waiting for… something?

I look up at him for a few seconds, getting a little bit irritated by the way he’s sitting there and staring at me expectantly but not doing or saying anything. “What?” Oops. That came out harsher than I meant it to.

“Well? Are you going to apologize?” He demands. Why the fuck is my only urge when he looks like that to make him even more agitated? I know punishment is coming. I know he’s at his limit with my disobedience and attitude. And yet it’s just too entertaining to witness all of his reactions when I refuse to give up.

“No. You don’t own me, you can’t make me do shit.” I glare at him, shutting my eyes and pulling at the restraints slightly as I prepare for a slap. It doesn’t come.

I slowly peek one eye open and he leans forward, grabbing my chin in his hand so hard it hurts until I fully look at him, and then whispers, “Oh, but I do. And you’re going to learn that the hard way.” I can’t help but swallow hard, and my mouth dries out again. I have no clever response to that.

He crawls off of me and grabs the underside of my knees, yanking them open despite me trying to keep them closed. I knew I was a mess down there and I didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of knowing that too. When he sees how wet I am, he lets out a whistle. “Damn, baby. You are such a dirty girl.” His fingers go right to my core, spreading my lips apart with two fingers, causing me to whimper and turn my face away from him because the way he’s looking at my pussy right now has my stomach doing flips.

He slides two his two fingers up and down my slit to wet them before shoving them both inside me, giving me absolutely no time to adjust before he starts pumping them in and out at a much faster pace than he normally warms me up with. I moan out as his fingers are sliding in and out easily. I can already hear how wet I am on his fingers, and it makes my cheeks flush at the sound. I can’t even help it at this point and I squirm at the sensation, my legs closing around his hand. Which, obviously doesn’t do fucking anything to stop him or even slow him down. He curls his fingers up once he feels my g-spot start to swell from stimulation, not only making a “come here” motion but also still bringing his fingers in and out of me at a vicious pace. I squeeze my legs tighter and my moans straight up sound like I’m in a porno movie or something.

“You are so fucking wet. I don’t even need to warm you up like this, do I? No, I don’t think I do.” He rips his hands away and leaves me whining at the empty feeling, but it is quickly replaced by the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. I don’t even remember seeing him take off his pants. He slides it along my slit and barely touches my clit with it, which makes me flinch. He slowly pushes himself inside of me as he grabs my hips so hard, I swear they’ll bruise. He leans his head back and groans at the feeling, but just a moment later he is pounding into me at an unforgiving pace. I look at him as my mouth hangs open, keeping eye contact as I’m unable to hold back my moans yet again. The speed of his thrusts mixed with just how turned on I am causes me to get closer to an orgasm much faster than I’d like to.

I absentmindedly try to wrap my arms around him for something to hold on to but the ropes promptly remind me that I can’t. As he feels my pussy starting to twitch and throb the closer I get to an orgasm, he grabs onto the back of my thighs and pushes my legs up and to the side of me, giving him a much better angle to hit my g-spot with every thrust. When he hears the sweet sounds I’m making at this angle, he starts pushing himself deeper and thrusting his hips even harder, practically slamming into my cervix every few thrusts. If it weren’t for how ruthlessly he was fucking me, I would be extremely distracted by the heavenly groans that were freely flowing from his lips right now.

I’m heading towards an orgasm so quickly, I barely have time to say “I’m gonna” before he pulls his cock out of me faster than I can realize what was happening. Right as I’m about to open my mouth to argue or whine at him for rudely stopping my impending orgasm, he brings his hand down to slap my pussy. The wet sound it makes mixed with the sting on my sensitive lips makes me arch my back and groan. He chuckles darkly and slaps my pussy again just to hear me make that sound again.

Then he gets right in my face, and his voice sounds like it’s practically an entire octave lower than usual. “Do you want me to make you cum? Hm? Is that what you want?” I know where this is heading, and it is not in my favor. I nod my head quickly at him, making my voice sound as submissive as I can manage right now, hoping it will work.

“Yes! Yes please, please make me cum! Please Ed-Sir! Please make me cum Sir!” When I almost called him Eddie, he looked like he was about to fucking lose it, so I corrected myself. There have been times before when he’s edged me for days without letting me cum, and I absolutely cannot take that kind of punishment right now.

He places his hand around my throat, squeezing tight enough so that I can’t easily speak and then slams himself inside of me again without warning. No sound comes out when I try to cry out from the sudden force. He speeds up and slows down in a repeating pattern until I’m quivering under him and he can feel just how close I am. He loosens his grip on my throat and has a devilish smirk while he says, “Say it again. Beg me. Say ‘Please Sir, please make me cum like the little slut I am.”

I balk at his words; my voice is caught in my throat and I even stop moaning for a second. I’m so fucking close to cumming though, my legs are shaking uncontrollably. He slaps both of my tits, hard, to jump-start my brain into saying something. “Fuck! Don’t make me say that, God, please just let me cum!”

A chuckle escapes his lips and he tuts his tongue at me in disappointment. He slaps me in the face suddenly. “God isn’t here, sweetheart. It’s just me. You just don’t want to listen, do you?” He says this casually, as if he didn’t just hit me. He pulls his cock out of me again, and I whine as my impending orgasm fizzles out again. He leans over and grabs more rope, silently tying my calf to my thigh and then tying the other side of the rope to the headboard. He does the same thing to my other leg, so that both of my legs are tied up and out of his way. I give the ropes a test squirm and become increasingly nervous as I realize just how little wiggle room I have. I can barely even move my hips an inch. Not good.

I want so badly to complain, to whine, to beg, to argue my way out of this. But as soon as my mouth opens, no words come out. Which is good, because the way he’s looking at me is telling me that now my punishment is going to really begin, and I am too nervous to make it any worse than it’s about to be. He reaches his hand out towards me and grips my cheeks in between his thumb and fingers, digging in. “You have been such a brat today, you don’t deserve an ounce of mercy, sweetheart.”

He lets my cheeks go with a bit of force, before aligning himself up against my entrance and slamming inside me again. I’m hitting the edge so fast, I can’t even help myself from begging, despite what he literally just told me about not deserving mercy. “Please! Please just let me cum. Don’t edge me again, please! Two times is enough, Sir. Please, two times is enough!” My voice sounds whorish, even I can hear it. The force that he’s slamming into me makes every other syllable sound strained through my moans.

“Oh, you think two times is enough?” He scoffs at me before pulling all the way out until just the tip is at my entrance, before slamming into me all the way and growling, “You think two times is all you deserve? You’re pathetic, baby. You don’t even realize how much you need me to break you, to put you in your place.”

He pulls out and slams into me again, his hands reaching up and pinching my nipples hard enough to make me yelp. He continues at this pace, keeping me right on the edge with his incredibly slow, forceful thrusts. “Now beg me for it. Tell me you want me to make you cum. Say ‘Please Sir, please make me cum like the little slut I am.’” He spits out the word “slut” with venom, his eyes don’t leave mine for a second. I’m so close, so needy, so fucking close that I don’t dare look away from him either.

I cry out in frustration, a “no!” escaping my lips before I can even stop it. I look at him desperately, about to apologize for defying him yet again and beg him to just let me cum, but he smacks my tits again and uses both of his hands to grip my throat. He squeezes just enough that I can still breathe, if I really focus, but there’s no way I can talk.

“No?” he repeats, an evil grin spreading across his face as he pulls out of me all the way again, and I think for a second he’s going to stop completely. “Well then, I guess we’re just going to have to keep going, aren’t we?” He leans in and bites the inside of my tit right next to my nipple so hard that I pull against the restraints and my eyes squeeze shut. He pushes himself back into me again, his pace so fast the bed sounds like it’s going to fucking break. I’m so close, so so close, and he knows it. He can feel it. “Don’t you dare fucking cum, babygirl.”

As tears start to spring to my eyes, he lets my throat go and places his hands on each side of my head instead. The second I can, I’m begging as best as I can, “Please! Please pleasepleaseplease let me cum, Sir I can’t take it, please!” My words are barely even words, they’re all mushed together and tangled in between moans. My entire body is shaking from being so close as I try my best to hold it back.

The grin on his face is sinister. “That’s more like it! Keep fucking begging, sweetheart. Say those magic words for me and I’ll let you cum.” His pace is unrelenting, giving me no option other than to hold back my orgasm, which he knows I can’t do for long.. Bastard, he isn’t giving me a choice anymore.

My breathing becomes ragged as I fight desperately not to cum, but I can’t do it anymore. My eyes fly open wide and just as I’m about to lose control, he pulls out of me all the way. I never thought I’d be so relieved to feel the sensation of my orgasm fading away. I immediately pout at him, my voice barely above a whisper, “I can’t say it, Sir.. It’s too embarrassing. Please, please just let me cum.”

“Oh, is it embarrassing for you?” He asks, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He wraps a hand in my hair, pulling my head up just a bit and putting his face very close to mine. “You think it’s embarrassing to beg for my cock? To admit that you’re mine and you’ll do anything for me to let you cum?” He slides his fingers inside of me, curling his fingers up towards my g-spot and fingering me violently, putting his entire arm into it, causing my hips to jiggle with the pure force of his movements. “Well, you’re gonna have to get over that embarrassment and beg me the right way, because I’m not stopping until you do, slut.”

Tears form in my eyes at his words and the fact that he’s yet again working me so quickly towards an orgasm. It’s making my brain start to go fuzzy from all of the edges, slaps, and harsh words. My mouth opens and I can tell that the moans and gasps coming from me are just entertainment for Eddie at this point, because he mockingly moans right back at me, then growls. “Yeah? That feel good baby?”

I can’t handle it anymore, all of my nerves feel like they’re being set on fire with how much I need to cum right now. I let out a single whimper in defeat, and my eyes drift away from him despite the fact that he’s holding my head up and forcing his face in mine. “Please Sir! Please make me cum…” the second half of my sentence is barely above a whisper, but I know he can hear it. “Like the l-little sl-slut I am.” My cheeks are on fire and I’m sure I am the color of a tomato after I finally say it.

He sighs with satisfaction, his smirk turning into a huge grin and he finally lets my hair go. Just as I think he’s finally about to let me cum, he pulls his hand out of me yet again. I squirm against the ropes and a single tear falls onto my cheek with pure frustration, looking at him with horror as if he just committed a crime.

“You’re not getting off that easy. Say it like you mean it, baby. Say it like you’re proud to be my slut.” He slides his cock back into me, both of us emitting a low, guttural groan at the same time. He barely gives me a second to hesitate before slapping me on my cheek again, his voice as sharp as a knife. “Fucking. Say. It.”

I gasp as he slaps my cheek again before letting out a mix between a moan and a whine in frustration from how torturously slow he’s going. His goal right now is just to keep me teetering on the knife’s edge of an orgasm. I finally give up and cry out, “Please! Please Sir, make me cum like the little slut I am, please! I can’t take it anymore!”

The smirk that crept back on his face was pure evil. “Good fucking girl!” he groans as he finally picks up the pace, pumping into me deep and hard and fast, slamming into my g-spot with every thrust. As my orgasm finally crashes into me, I practically scream. My back arches as much as it is allowed and I can still hear the sloppy wet sounds of him slamming into me over and over, despite how loud I am. My breath is stolen away from me with how intense it all is, all of those edges making this one orgasm almost unbearable. My limbs keep shaking and fighting against the rope even as my orgasm slows down because my pussy immediately feels overstimulated. My eyes look glossy as tears are filling them again and I can’t stop squirming. “Please stop, please stop, it’s too much! I came, I’m done cumming! Sir I came, now please give me a break!”

He chuckles at my predicament, leaning down and brushing his lips against my ear as he whispers, “You are mine to use however I want. I’m not going to stop until you’re a sobbing, blubbering mess.” The sound I make at this is in between a cry and a moan, since he is fucking me so hard and fast that I’m immediately being dragged toward another orgasm. The sound I make causes him to groan and add, “And even then, I might not stop. Not until I’m good and ready to stop watching you cum. You have been such a naughty fucking girl today, and I am going to teach you a fucking lesson.”

I cry out at his words in protest, hopelessly squirming against the restraints as he fucks me closer and closer to my next orgasm. The closer I get, the more uneven my breathing becomes. I look up at him, pleading with him desperately. “Sir, please don’t do this to me! I’ve learned my lesson, I promise!” I can’t help but squeeze my eyes shut, fighting hard to hold back my next orgasm threatening to hit me like a brick wall.

“I don’t believe you,” Eddie growls, thrusting harder as he feels me tensing up beneath him. He looks down at me heartlessly. “You’re going to cum for me. Right now.”

As soon as he tells me, no, fucking commands me to cum, I’m seeing stars. I can feel his eyes locked on my face, committing the look of pleasured agony on my face to memory. My moans are stuck in my throat with the intensity and my entire body is shaking and twitching and squirming. The sounds coming from his cock slamming into my pussy is fucking filthy. As my orgasm slows down, my limbs go limp and I am panting hard, trying like hell to catch my breath.

He finally pulls out of me, leaving me twitching and whimpering from how hard I just came. My eyes flutter open at him, thanking him wordlessly for finally giving me a break. As I lay there with my chest heaving, believing he’s going to actually have some mercy on me, he lets his eyes trail down my body and fall onto my pussy. More specifically, my swollen and twitching clit.

The sight makes him look at me like he was just given a new favorite toy. “Oh look, your poor little clit is just begging for my attention. I’ve been so mean to neglect it!” He slowly glides his fingers down my thigh, looking into my eyes and chuckling, “I hope you didn’t think I was done with you, sweetheart.” He quickly removes his own shirt before ever so gently sliding his fingers up and down my folds, before landing on my clit and gently circling it, but not quite touching yet. He leans down and kisses my chest, working his lips all the way down to my pussy, ignoring every one of my whimpers. He places a single, very gentle kiss directly on my clit as a warning for what’s to come, making me jerk and squeal.

“Please Sir, my I’m way too sensitive for this!” I beg, a full pout on my lips. “I’m too sensitive..”

Eddie laughs in amusement at my protest. His tongue darts out to flick at my clit, making me gasp and jerk my hips again. “Oh baby,” he breathes, “You’re always too sensitive for me.” He smirks and flattens his tongue, slowly licking from the very bottom of my entrance to the top of my clit, making me squirm and whine, unable to peel my eyes off of him. He suddenly pulls back, bringing his hand down to slap me 5 sharp times on my pussy, which makes me throw my head back with a long groan and flinch with every hit. “I don’t remember asking for your fucking opinion, though, slut.” He leans back down, placing his lips directly over my clit and sucking just barely, before rolling his tongue slowly. He only gives me about 2 seconds of soft touches before starting his assault. He violently lashes his tongue against my clit, then starts sucking hard, rolling his tongue with force.

I squeak and jerk, before ungodly sounds start falling from my mouth. My arms and legs pull against their restraints and I do my very best to buck my hips away from his ministrations. I’m babbling nonsense and moaning lewdly, already fully overstimulated and he’s barely even started eating me out.

He groans at the sight of me squirming, sending vibrations through my clit. He’s unable to stop himself from groaning out some more as he hears every one of my incoherent babbles for mercy. He keeps going at a steady pace, pushing me close to another orgasm. He could spend days down there, the sound and sight of me right now just too sweet for him to not enjoy every single second of it.

I’m internally panicking as I near the edge of another orgasm. My breathing is fast and shallow and I can barely get a single word of my begging to actually sound like a real word. “Please, please no this is too intense! I can’t!” I pant out, praying he can understand me between my moaning and panting and how much I’m stuttering through my words.

Eddie chuckles darkly at my pleas, happy that he’s got me exactly where he wants me. He pulls back just enough to lick a long strip up my entire pussy again and looks up at me with a smirk. When I look back at him, I gasp slightly. His eyes are fucking black, his pupils are so huge that all the pretty brown in his eyes have disappeared. There wasn’t a single ounce of leniency in his features. “You can’t handle it, huh?” he taunts, laughing. “It’s too intense, baby?” He pouts at me mockingly, using his fingertips to gently rub my clit, keeping me from getting a real break, but I’m grateful to be able to catch my breath at least.

I whimper at him pathetically and nod, looking at him with tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. “Yes! Please, please no more Sir, it is too intense, it is! I won’t be able to handle cumming like this!” My words are flying out of my mouth as fast as I can say them, hoping beyond all hope that he listens to me this time.

He watches me intently as I beg and the tears threatening to spill down my face are obvious, but his eyes don’t soften one bit. If anything, they seem to somehow darken even more. He shakes his head slowly, his lips curling into another sinister smile as he whispers, “Oh, it’s so cute when you beg me like that. I think you’re finally starting to learn your lesson in respect.” And with that, he returns his tongue to my clit, thrashing it cruelly against me and wrapping his lips around, sucking and rolling his tongue to elicit more sweet, desperate cries from my mouth.

I let out a strangled moan as soon as he continues, and my orgasm hits me almost immediately. I struggle and thrash against the restraints, this orgasm feeling 100 times more intense than the others. Tears fall onto my cheeks as the pleasure turns into pure torture, words lost in my throat yet again as all I can do is scream and moan and take it.

His tongue works up a frenzy, not giving me a moment's rest as he forces my orgasm to be drawn out as long as he can. When I finally come down from my high, he looks up at me to see my ruined face. Pink cheeks, tear stains, red and swollen lips from how much I’ve been chewing on them. His hand moves to gently rub my pussy lips, licking his lips at the sight of me. “That’s it, my little slut. You belong to me. I can do whatever I want with you. Right?”

His question is a test, and I am desperate to pass with flying colors. “Yes! Yes Sir, I belong to you! You own me, please!” I look at him with pleading eyes, a few tears leaking down my cheeks again as my legs tremble uncontrollably.

To my utter relief, his eyes finally soften towards me and he smiles up at me. He pulls himself up to kiss my lips gently, slowly sliding two fingers inside of me, thrusting them deep and hard, but slow. “That’s it, good girl. I’m so glad to see you’ve finally learned your manners, baby.” He pulls back to watch me, enjoying the sight of me being so submissive as he slowly slides his fingers in and out of me with force. After a minute or so, he talks gently to me. “I’m going to leave you tied up, sweetheart. I know you’re being good now, but you understand that I have to finish your punishment, right? I can’t let you off the hook just because you’re finally being my good girl.”

I’m so grateful that he’s finally being gentle with me that it takes me a good few seconds to process what he says. My eyes are glossed over and my brain is so fuzzy; I can feel myself drifting into subspace with every passing moment. He can see it in me too, he knows me so well. I sniffle when I finally realize what he’s said and he’s expecting a response, slowly nodding my head. My voice is hoarse from all the sounds I’ve been making. “Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir.”

He hums, visibly pleased with my response. “That’s better baby, I know you are.” He pulls his fingers out of me before standing up, turning towards the night stand again. He opens up a drawer and pulls out my arch nemesis: The Magic Wand. I can never handle that without begging and sobbing for mercy, even without it being a part of a punishment. Even when he tries to be nice, it’s always too much.

He turns back towards me, searching my face for any sign of resistance, just to make sure that I really have learned my lesson and I plan on being a good girl. The second I see the wand my cunt clenches and I let out the tiniest whimper, gulping nervously. A single tear falls down my cheek again and he brings his hand up to wipe it away. “I know baby, I know.” He says softly before turning around and plugging it into the wall.

The moment he turns back around and switches it on, he presses it against my clit, watching every single expression on my face. I jerk against the restraints and feel like the wind has been knocked out of my lungs. He bites his lip for a second before groaning out, “Ohh, that’s it baby. Feel that?” I can only whine at him in response, struggling to keep my eyes on his but somehow I manage, although tears are threatening to spill out any second from the overstimulation. “You’re going to cum so hard for me, aren’t you baby?” He presses it into my clit more, making tiny circles, causing me to cry out and arch my back, my entire body pulling against the restraints whether I want them to or not.

“Yes!” I cry out in response to him, although it barely sounds like a word. My entire body feels like it’s being electrocuted, and I can’t help but shake violently as I’m being thrust into an orgasm within seconds of him asking. A scream rips itself out of my throat and I feel like I’m going to explode. Eddie’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he hears me, groaning out, “That’s right, fucking scream for me.”

I feel like this orgasm is never going to end. My vision is going black, or maybe my eyes are just squeezed shut, I can’t even tell anymore. The way I scream is absolutely primal, tears rolling down my face and my crying turns to sobbing. My entire body is full of electricity and suddenly, I feel it. My body is fucking convulsing (as much as it can against the rope, anyway) as fluid starts squirting from my pussy. I feel it pool up underneath me and I hear a gasp and a groan from Eddie. “Thaaaat’s it baby, look at you fucking go!” he sounds like he could cum just from the sight of me. As soon as it ends, he finally turns the vibrator off and pulls it away. I feel like I can finally fill my lungs with oxygen again.

When my eyes open, Eddie and I stare at each other with the exact same look of utter shock on our faces. That’s the first time I have ever done that. His look of surprise is short-lived though because when he sees the mess I’ve made on his hand, he drops the vibrator to inspect his hand in the light. He licks off every finger with a smack of his lips and a wicked fucking grin on his face. My face is frozen still, especially after seeing him do that. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathes, staring down at me with a mixture of awe and something wild in his eyes.

I close my eyes and a few more tears fall out onto my cheeks as my breathing is still a bit ragged. I feel his hands gently wipe away my tears and he whispers, “Baby, look at me.” My eyes flutter open halfway, nibbling my bottom lip. “Color?” He asks, his eyes look so warm and caring at this moment. I lean into his hand on my cheek with a tiny smile and a sniffle.

“Green.. I promise I’m okay. That was just… I don’t know if I can do that again.” I shake my head at him to emphasize my words, but I feel much more grounded after the check-in.

He smiles gently at me, nodding back as his expression softens. “I know baby, I know that was a lot. But you’re doing so well.” He puts two fingers under my chin, making sure my eyes stay trained on his so that I really hear every word. “You can do this, sweetheart. I know you can.” He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead before lifting back up, a stern expression on his face again. “Now. I want you to repeat after me. Say ‘Please Sir, I want you to make me cum like that again.’” He watches me closely, licking his lips as he waits for my response.

I close my eyes as he kisses my forehead, nodding through his encouragement. But my eyes fly right back open with his last demand and my voice gets caught in my throat again. Even as fucked out and obedient as I am now, my heart rate spikes at the thought of having to do… that again. Still, I swallow hard before somehow forcing the words out. “Please, Sir… I want you to make me cum like that again.” My lower lip is quivering as I whimper the words out.

He groans as I say this, his cock twitching noticeably. His lips suddenly crash into mine, kissing me roughly. As he pulls back, he’s got that wild look in his eyes again as they trace over every inch of my body. “That’s my good girl. I’m going to make you cum one more time while I use that throat of yours.” He climbs onto the bed again, facing away from the headboard and putting each of his legs on either side of my head. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, the heavenly sound of his own moan flooding my ears as he slowly lowers himself into my mouth, making sure to glide himself all along my tongue on the way in. He pumps his cock in and out of my mouth at a steady pace, slowly working its way towards my throat. After a couple minutes of this, he feels himself getting close to his own release. He leans over and grabs the wand again, turning it on and growling, “Get ready, slut. Knock on the headboard if you really need to breathe.”

He shoves his cock deep into my throat and I can’t help but gag, struggling to breathe through my nose and relax the muscles in my throat. “Fuck!” he groans out, before he pulls the hood of my clit back, something he knows is the most cruel thing he could do, and presses the wand firmly into my clit. Every single muscle in my body cries out in agony, begging to be allowed to squirm away from the sensation. I try to scream out but it makes me gag, and I lose my ability to breathe at all as my lungs refuse to work anymore from all of the stimulation. Too much stimulation. My brain feels like it’s short circuiting. Just as my lungs are starting to burn from lack of oxygen, I cum somehow even harder than I did the last time. I feel like I’m on fire and being shot up into icy space at the same time. I can’t move, I can’t scream, I can only cum. Once again, I feel myself start to squirt, and it all becomes too much. I start gagging on him again, and I hear him fucking whimper before groaning. His cum shoots down my throat and I have no choice but to swallow it.

He turns the vibrator off and throws it to the side, pulling his cock out quickly as I gasp for breath, taking in huge gulps of air as he makes quick work of my restraints. He slowly guides my arms down and gently rubs my shoulders, then helps me close my legs and gently rubs my hips. He whispers, “I know baby, I know,” as I wince from the pain of finally being able to move my limbs and them being so sore.

The second he looks me in the eyes and is about to ask how I feel, my vision goes blurry and I’m confused for a second before I actually realize I’m crying again. I can’t stop it though, my body is so exhausted and my brain is so fuzzy and every part of me is buzzing and sore. He instantly wraps me up in his arms, cradling my head against my chest and kissing my head. “Good girl,” he whispers to me, and his voice back to the normal, sweet and kind Eddie I hear every day. “You are such a good girl, I am so fucking proud of you, baby.”

This was easily the most intense punishment I have ever been through, and he knows it. I’ve never squirted before in my life. I can barely even hear him whispering reassuring words to me over my own ragged breathing and sniffles, but I do notice that I am clinging onto him for dear life. He holds me close, rocking me gently back and forth. He kisses me on the top of my head again, and his voice starts to soothe every ounce of unrest in my body.

“Shh, shh.. It’s okay baby, I know it was rough, that was a really hard lesson. But you did so good.. I’m so so proud of you, baby.” He slowly takes his hand off of my head, leaning back enough so that he can wipe away the tears on my cheeks with his thumbs. Then he cups my cheeks in his hands and kisses all over my face. He starts at my forehead, then my nose, then both of my cheeks, and over my eyes. He is so gentle with every kiss, and about halfway through my tears stop falling and a little tiny giggle escapes my lips.

I open my eyes to look up at him and his heart breaks when he sees my eyes red from so many tears and my cheeks absolutely covered in tear stains and blotchy pink skin. “Was that too much for you?” he whispers, talking so softly, as if his tone itself could blow me away if it was too loud or firm.

I smile softly and shake my head, still sniffling but just barely. His eyes look so pretty, I could get lost in them and never want to find my way out. His eyebrows are furrowed with concern and I can see his eyes scanning my every feature to make sure I really am okay. My heart swells about a thousand times its normal size. “No, it wasn’t too much, Eddie. It was so, so good. It was easily the most intense thing I’ve ever felt in my life, but it wasn’t too much. I promise. I just need lots of love now, okay?” I smile at him again with a little scrunch of my nose, trying to make extra sure he knows I really am okay.

Eddie lets out a shaky breath but I can see the relief on his face as he brings my head into his chest again, holding his hand there to cradle it as he tickles gentle circles across my back with his other hand. “I’m right here, baby. I’m right here. I’ve got you. I love you so much.”

I close my eyes again because the sensation on my back feels like heaven. I mumble into his skin, “I love you too. So much, Eddie.” I start trying to regulate my breathing, every deep inhale brings his delicious scent of woodsy musk and cigarettes. Once I feel like I’m returning back into a normal headspace, I pull back a little and show him my wrists and point to my legs. They’re still red and indented from the rope. “Can you help these feel better please?”

He smiles softly down at me, his eyes and fingers running over every single mark on my skin, before nodding. “Of course, baby. Let’s go into the bathroom and I’ll take care of you.” He gets off the bed before picking me up and helping me wrap my legs around him. I press my face into his neck and wrap my arms around him and can’t help but smile. I could honestly live like this, in his embrace. Smelling his skin. His hair tickling my face. Feeling his chest against mine. It’s all perfection.

Once we get to the bathroom, he slowly puts me down and spins me gently to face the mirror. He looks into it at me, smiling and petting my hair to smooth it down. “There’s my pretty girl,” he murmurs, “You are so perfect.” My face turns a bright ride and I hide my face in my hands, unable to help myself.

“Eddie!” I giggle out. He always knows how to make me smile and completely fluster me at the same time. I gently peek at him in the mirror through my fingers, his smile is so sweet as he watches me. He chuckles at my reaction, gently placing his hands on my hips and spinning me around to look at him. I lower my hands and stare into his eyes, practically entranced.

“You’re so cute, baby.” He smiles and kisses my forehead again, bringing each of my hands into his and up to his lips, kissing each one so gently. He guides me over to sit down on the toilet seat, before turning to the tub and turning on the water. “Let’s get you all cleaned up, yeah?”

As I sit down and watch the tub start to fill, I nod and lean forward to rest my head against his side, wanting to never stop touching him. “Yeah…yes please, I’d love a bath.”

We wait in silence for a few minutes before he checks the temperature. Deeming it perfect, he grabs my hands again to help guide me towards the tub. As I sit down and relax into the water, he smiles at me and says, “Ahhhhh, that’s better, isn’t it? Feel good baby?”

I nod and smile up at him and watch as he grabs the shower head to bring it down. He sits down next to the tub, turning on the shower head and he is so careful about wetting my hair without letting water drip onto my face.

He takes his time, massaging my scalp slowly and with the perfect pressure as he shampoos it. After another few minutes of silence, I hear him starting to hum one of the songs from that Black Sabbath album, Master of Reality. I can’t tell which song it is, though. My eyes start to droop and I giggle a little at the end of the song as he’s slowly rinsing the soap out of my hair.

“You’re going to make me fall asleep if you keep this up, you know. Warm water, massages, and music? You’re spoiling me, Eddie.” I say, my eyes closed still to make sure no soap or water gets into my eyes as he rinses my hair off.

He chuckles softly at me, pressing a kiss to my now-clean hair. “I could do this for hours, baby. Plus, you deserve to be spoiled. Trust me.” I sigh in content and lean into his kiss, feeling utter bliss in the calm of the moment.

Once he is done making every inch of me nice and clean, continuing the whole time to give me praise and making sure he is absolutely as gentle as he can be, he drains the tub for me and helps me stand up. He wraps me in a towel and gives me a great big hug, and it takes him a few seconds to let go. He picks me up again, bridal style this time, and brings me back to the bedroom despite my giggling at him that I am able to use my feet again.

“I know you can, but I’ve got you baby, don’t you even worry about it.” He presses another kiss into the side of my head, which is probably the thousandth kiss of the evening. Not that I’m complaining for a second. He helps me get dressed into my comfiest pajamas and then dresses himself in boxers and a random t-shirt. He turns to me when he’s finished, cocking his head at me with a smile.

“So…I call for pizza, you pick the movie?” he asks, already reaching for the phone. Yeah… I’m so spoiled.

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myspacepoet · 6 months

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It was the worst thing that I'd ever done / It was a head shot, you know, you gave me the gun 🦌

hi this is my oc emily samson. named after and inspired by the mcr song. shes like if a deer was a girl. she likes old niche video games. she plays the drums. her entire house is wood paneled. shes 17. she loves her mommy. shes transfem. she lives in a small town. and shes gonna die. and after she dies shes gonna haunt her shitty town. or maybe theyre all just slowly being driven to madness by the knowledge of their parts in her death. whos to say! now go listen to Emily (Rough Mix) by American rock band My Chemical Romance released on their 2016 tenth anniversary reissue of their triple platinum album The Black Parade.

#mcr fanart #mcr #fuck it it counts #oc art #digital art #artists on tumblr #jessies art #emily tag

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bau-drabbles · 1 year

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masterlist/faq 💗

hi, i'm lia :) i really hope you enjoy reading these!! some of these might not make sense (written mainly at 12am lmao) so i do apologise if there's any mistakes/rushed. it will constantly updated so if there are any mistakes please don't hesitate to let me know 🤍

i'm always down to make new friends, please don't be shy to say hi or message!! :") i'd love to make new cm mutuals here ✨

requests/asks/drabbles/concepts are open!

i currently write for spencer reid and aaron hotchner but i'm not opposed to writing for the others, please feel free to ask. and if you'd like to be tagged for something specific or just in general, let me know <3 :)

mdni with any smut posts!! this blog is 18+ :)

spencer reid 🧸

best friends: fluff

meeting each other for the first time but he's completely entranced by you. much to your displeasure

say it again: fluff

being sick on a plane is never fun but your boyfriend is there to comfort you every step of the way

baby steps: fluff

the stars are beautiful but so is spencer reid, you have a hard time hiding the latter

keep me in your orbit, you'll know you drag me under: angst

it's simply much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch you at all. especially him

safety net: fluff

being in love is hard but spencer makes it all worthwhile

dancing with your ghost: angst

maeve's death affected spencer relationship with you more than realised, he just didn't know the true extent of it until jj points it out

whispered promises: angst

change is never easy, especially saying goodbye

request/asks:

do you like how i look? or just how i look on you?: angst

it's not easy having having relationship problems, especially when it stems from a woman he's loved for so long

only 1: angst

break ups are hard when you know deep down, you're not his one.

are you ashamed of me?: angst

loving spencer from afar is much easier than seeing him as he is.

insecurities: angsty fluff

spencer makes a comment a little too hurtful and it takes everything in you not to break down

soft moments with spencer: fluff

you find out your boyfriend is extra prone to accidents when he's away from you

struggles after prison: angsty fluff

prison was extremely rough, especially with self love and confidence but he's so lucky to have you by his side throughout it all

aaron hotchner 🦋

haunted, part 2: angst

emily, one of your close friends in the bau, comes back and after months of crying over her death you're not sure how to feel. it hurts the most when the deception also comes from aaron, the man you've loved for so long

the night we met, part 2: angst

what if haley never died that day? but what if your love for hotchner had to?

change your mind: angst

leaving the bau was difficult but leaving the man who holds your heart is even more worse.

goodnight n go: fluff/implied smut

drunk reader with oblivious/love struck aaron, the best type of mix

love me harder: smut

jealousy look good on hotch, so you've learned

requests/asks:

too many nights: angst

hotch loosing you because he's too stubborn, only realising how much you mean when you walk out of his life

you can tell me anything: fluff

having a sugar rush before bed is never a good idea. but your darling boyfriend will always entertain you

written in the stars: angst

being unable to be with hotch because of enemies but hotch is only complete and whole when he's with you

valentines day: fluff

spoiling aaron on valentines day <3

anxiety: fluff

hotch teaching you it's okay to be anxious, you're not alone anymore. you have him and the team

greedy for love: smut

your man is very stubborn but it's not an issue, you're an equal tease

making sounds: smut

aarons many sounds he makes in bed ;)

tender kisses: nsfw/fluff

small kisses with our beloved unit chief

saying goodbye: smut/angst

angsty emotional smut with aaron, clinging on to the reader before saying goodbye

hand in hand: fluff

running on a field hand in hand with your beautiful man, carefree and happy

picnics: fluff

a sweet picnic with the hotchner boys

soft hotch picnics: fluff

another picnic date with the hotch boys :)

aftercare: smut

how would aftercare look like with aaron hotchner? ;)

soft moments with hotch: fluff

staying back at the office and spending your evening in his company is a beautiful way to end the day

sweetest oblivion: angst

maybe hotchner isn't meant for you in this life

falling apart: angst. tw: implied suicide

you feel like you're falling into pieces and hotch can't quite save you in time.

dangerous love: angst

hotch can toxic with his work and it sucks to be on the receiving end of it all the time

3 + 1: fluff

3 times hotch pines for you and the 1 time the team do something about it

choosing between you and jack: angst

the choice is hard but it's one that has to be made

break ups: angst

its hard to leave a man you love with the entirety of your heart

nightmares: angsty fluff

hotch has a nightmare and you're the one he seeks

denying orgasms: smut

it's no surprise hotch denies your orgasms ;)

hotch cuddles: fluff

sweet sweet hugs with hotch <3

hurt/comfort: fluff

having a bad mental health day but hotch makes it all better <3

other 💌

spencer reid and his awkward smiles

your insta but you're dating aaron hotchner, part 1, part 2, part 3

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sequinsmile-x · 3 months

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Obsidian - Chapter 4

A smut anthology, set in the Stained Glass Windows universe.

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Hi friends!

It's been a minute since I updated this one!! So I thought I'd write some Saturday smut for you!!

This is set after the flashback in Chapter 16 of Stained Glass Windows, and is post Emily having to go undercover/flirt with the Viper!

I hope you like this, and would like to know what you think <3

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Words: 3k

Warnings: Smut, 18+

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily sighs happily as they step into their hotel room, leaning against the wall to slip off her heels, letting them drop to the floor before she walks over to the bed. She flops down onto it and groans, blowing her hair out of her face as she lays down.

“I’m glad we aren’t going home until tomorrow,” she says, resting on her elbows so she is looking at Aaron. She smiles as she watches him double-check the lock on the door before he straightens up her shoes, tidying them away without even really thinking about it, “I think if I’d had to listen to Dave snoring all the way home after today I think I would have killed him.”

She felt on edge, a strange mix of restlessness and exhaustion rolling through her. She could still feel the Viper’s gaze on her, his not-at-all disguised want for her making her feel nauseous as she smiled through it, flirting back in a way that made her skin crawl. She knew she needed an evening with Aaron, to spend time alone with him and relax in his company.

Aaron chuckles and walks over to join her on the bed. He sits next to her and places his hand on her leg, squeezing the muscle of her thigh, letting his fingers sneak under the hem of her black dress.

“You okay?” He asks, concern for her lingering under his skin. He knew she could handle herself, that she’d never been in any real danger with the Viper, but he still hated that she’d been put in that position.

She hums, “Well, I’m still considering getting rid of this dress,” she says, scrunching her nose up in disgust, “And I want to stand in the shower until I can no longer feel him looking at me, but I’m okay,” she says, sitting up properly so she can press a kiss to his cheek, lipstick she’d worn to help her get information out of another man left against his skin. She reaches out and rubs it away, a shiver going down her spine at the slight roughness of his skin, the first sign of the stubble he’d shave away every morning letting itself be known, “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” he assures her, grabbing her hand from his cheek and kissing it before he links their fingers together, “Can I ask you something?”

She nods, “Always.”

He smiles and then clears his throat, carefully picking his words before he says them, a comment she’d made earlier as she changed into the black dress she was now wearing still floating around in his head.

“What did you mean when you said you’d dated guys worse than the Viper?”

She pauses for a moment before she chuckles dryly, pulling away from him just enough to look at him properly. She presses her lips together before she blows out a breath, just the thought of her dating history enough to make her cheeks flush with something close to embarrassment.

“Let’s just say, the people I dated before we got together weren’t great,” she says, her eyes drifting down to their joint hands, “I kind of had this habit of looking for love in all the wrong places,” she adds, a half smile on her face as she looks back up at him, “Some would say I still do given that I’m currently dating my boss.”

He smiles and leans forward, his lips soft and delicate against hers for a moment, “I think you got it right this time.”

She kisses him, the hand that isn’t linked with his curling around the back of his neck, her nails scratching across his scalp. She chases him as he pulls back, her lips stamping against his again before she smiles at him.

“I think I got it right too,” she bites her lower lip as she looks at him intently. He wanted to ask more questions, she knew that, but she also knew he wouldn’t. He always tried to strike the balance between knowing as much about her as possible, storing away facts and information like he was starved for it, and giving her space. He knew her privacy was important to her, but she found herself wanting to tell him everything, to share every single thing about herself with him, knowing that whatever she told him he’d guard as closely as he did his own secrets, “The worst of them was this guy called Jeremy.”

He squeezes her hand tightly, “Em, sweetheart, you don’t have to-”

“It’s okay,” she says, rubbing her thumb back and forth over his wrist as she cuts him off, “I dated him for about 8 months,” she says, shaking her head at herself, “It was just after I moved to the mid-west, he was an agent too. He was a total jerk,” she laughs humourlessly, “But he was handsome and showed interest and…I’d just given my mother some of my liver and it hadn’t changed anything between us,” she blows out a steady breath, “And I think I just wanted someone to want me.”

He feels fury lick at his insides, a mix of anger towards a man who’d hurt her in a way he didn’t even know about yet and jealousy making his stomach roll, “What happened?”

She smacks her lips together, “He cheated on me with someone else at work. I actually walked in on them together,” she rolls her eyes at her past self, at the naivety she’d always told herself she’d never fall victim to that had allowed her to ignore he signs, “She was wearing my robe that I’d left at his place.”

“That bastard,” he says, the words forced through his teeth as he shakes his head. She smiles at him, adoration radiating out of her face as she lifts their joint hands to her lips and kisses his knuckles.

“Honey, it was a long time ago,” she says, her smile wry as his eyes meet hers, “I’m over it. It never would have lasted anyway.”

“Did you love him?” He asks, the question escaping before he can really think about it, and he regrets it the moment he sees her eyebrows furrow together, the jealous undertone of his words hanging in the air around them.

For a moment, she isn’t sure how to answer so they sit in silence as she tries to figure it out. In the end, she settles on just telling him the truth, something that had never failed her with him before.

“At the time I would have said I did,” she says, reaching up and running her fingers through his hair, “But…now I know how I feel about you, how much I love you, and whatever I felt for him doesn’t even come close in comparison,” she has to suppress a smile when she sees the tightness to his jaw, the barely concealed jealousy simmering under his skin, and she clears her throat, raising her eyebrows at him when he looks at her, “Before you get too jealous, honey, I think it’s best to remember I literally see your ex once a week and she’s very much a part of our lives and always will be. As far as I know, Jeremy lives in Michigan.”

He nods and squeezes her hand, the tight jealousy in his chest easing slightly. She was constantly proving how much braver she was than him, even when it came to their relationship with Haley. Just the thought of her having loved someone before had made him tense, but she lived with the reality he’d loved someone else every day. She loved his son as if he were her own, something that made him feel warm at the prospect of one day having a child with her.

He places his hand on her thigh and squeezes before he touches the hem of her dress, rubbing the soft material between his thumb and forefinger, “It would be a shame to get rid of this dress,” he says, his smile soft and teasing, “I like it.”

She hums, “I liked it too,” she replies, scrunching her nose up in disgust, “But now all I can think about is Viper and the way he looked at me in it,” she says, her breath catching in her throat as his hand trail up under the dress, his fingers a barely there touch as they ghost further up their leg, “It’s ruined.”

Aaron can’t help but smile at how breathless she sounds all of a sudden at the barest of touches, pride and desire swelling in his chest as he leans in and kisses her cheek, shifting until his lips reach her ear, his breath skipping across her skin.

“Let’s see if we can change your mind,” he says huskily, the gravel in his voice making her briefly squeeze her legs together in response, trapping his hand in between them, “Give the dress better memories.”

She grabs his face in her hands, a palm on each cheek as she kisses him deeply, her tongue licking through his mouth as she pulls him closer, her arms tight around his neck. He moves just as quickly, his hands on her waist as he manoeuvres her further up the bed, one of her legs curling around his back as they move as one.

He pulls back when the need for air overrides his need to kiss her, his lips shifting across her skin to her cheek and then her jaw. He kisses down her throat, smiling against her skin when he feels more than he hears her gasp when he bites at her collarbone. He moves his hands from her waist and pulls her dress down, freeing her arms from the top of it and sliding the material down to expose her bra. He groans at the sight of it, the dark green lace against her skin enough to make him shift his hips against hers, desperate for some relief.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters, licking her nipple through her bra before he pushes the cup down, exposing her heated skin to the cool air of the room, “And all mine.”

“Fuck,” she gasps as he goes between sucking and biting her breast, soothing any marks he leaves behind with his tongue afterwards as he shifts down her body. She just about reminds herself that the others are on the same floor as them, that they were all only a few rooms away from each other, but any thought of keeping quiet is gone the moment he settles in between her legs, pushing her dress upwards to reveal a pair of dark green lace underwear that matches the bra perfectly.

“I love this underwear,” he grunts against her, his lips pressing into her thigh and she nods even though he can’t see her, swallowing thickly before she responds.

“I know,” she says, “That’s why I wore it, I knew no matter what I’d be coming home to you.”

He growls, the sound lost against her thigh as he sinks his teeth into it, creating new bruises over old ones he’d left behind, a pattern of his love tattooed against her skin. He moves, pressing soft kisses on her leg until he reaches the apex of her thighs, groaning as he presses his nose against the soft, wet heat he can feel through the lace of her underwear.

“You smell so fucking good,” he says, his hands rough on her hips as he slides her underwear down her legs, throwing them over his shoulder to a corner in the room, “Everything about you is so fucking perfect.”

She whimpers as he licks through her, her grip on his hair so tight she briefly worries she might tear some of it out, her words stolen as he slowly starts to build her up, using his expert knowledge of her body to draw pleasure out of her. She knows him well enough to know he’s doing it on purpose, that he’s reminding her that she belongs to him. She knows she should hate it, that she should be annoyed that what had happened with the Viper combined with the brief mention of her ex had led to this display of possession, but she isn’t. She can’t bring herself to be.

Especially because she knew she was no better. Haley had recently placed her hand on Aaron’s arm as they laughed about something together, a simple touch that she’d likely done a thousand times or more over the years, but it had driven Emily almost insane with jealousy. As soon as Jack and Haley were gone she’d led Aaron to the couch and had his pants down before he even knew what was happening.

He can tell she’s getting close, her moans breathier as she rolls her hips against his face. He pushes her thighs further apart to give him better access and then slips two fingers inside of her, smirking against her as she immediately clenches around him. He looks up at her as his other hand travels up her body and he grasps at her breast, rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb.

“Fuck, Aaron,” she gasps, her head falling back against the mattress, breaking their eye contact as she feels her thigh start to tremble, pleasure building in her belly to the point where it was almost painful, “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Do it,” he says, increasing the speed of his fingers, the sound of it almost obscene in the otherwise quiet room, “Come.”

She covers her mouth as she tips over the edge, just about capturing her scream as pleasure burns through her entire body, every nerve ending alight with it as she shakes beneath him. He holds her down, his palm on her belly as he works her through it, and she feels her hips twitch as she starts to come down, her body still tingling by the time she’s able to open her eyes.

When she looks at him, he’s already got his belt undone and his pants unzipped, pushed down to his knees with his boxers. He’s hard to the point where it looks almost painful, everything about him tense as he steps back towards the bed. He grabs her ankle and tugs her towards him, swallowing her yelp as he leans down and kisses her, still standing at the edge of the bed as she wraps her legs around his waist.

He rubs himself up and down her, smiling as she moans, impatience somehow threaded through the sound as she digs her heel into his bare ass.

“Aaron, I swear to go-”

She’s cut off and her eyes roll back as he pushes into her, the stretch of him something that still took her breath away every time, made her feel like he was carving a space for him deep inside of her. He grabs the material of her dress, bunched up around her waist now, for leverage, using it to thrust into her even deeper, making her gasp and look at him, the desire in his eyes enough to make her skin flush with something close to embarrassment.

Even 6 months in she wasn’t used to it. Wasn’t used to how much he loved her, how much he wanted her. He treated her like she was something precious, like she was a treasure he’d found and cared for. There were moments when she worried it was all too good to be true, that it couldn’t last, but she trusted him with her heart, which is something she didn’t think she’d ever done before.

They take their time with each other, drawing the pleasure out as long as they can. She has no idea how much time passes, the only sound in the room their gentle whimpers of each other's names mixed in with the slap of his skin against hers.

She rolls her hips against him, smiling when he groans, and she pulls him in for a kiss, the action lost as his leaning down changes the angle, making him impossibly deeper. She holds him close, her forehead pressed against his as she once again feels herself getting close.

She doesn’t have to tell him, he already knows, and he reaches between them, his thumb gentle against her clit as he encourages her over the edge again, his lips against hers as he swallows the moan that escapes. He follows shortly after, his hips speeding up against hers as she gets impossibly tight around him, his breath stolen from his chest as he releases a punched-out groan as he comes deep inside of her.

He rests his forehead against hers as they both come down from their highs, and her chest heaves up and down as she tries to catch her breath. She kisses him, her hand gentle at his cheek as she holds him in place, as if he’d move if he could. She smiles as she pulls back and he pushes her hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

“What?” He asks, his smile wide, dimples she loves carved into his cheeks.

She chuckles, “Nothing, I saw just thinking maybe this dress isn’t too bad,” she says, shifting to see it bunched around her waist, wrinkled and damp with sweat, stuck to her like a second skin, she raises her eyebrow when she looks back up at him, “It definitely needs to go to the dry cleaners though.”

He laughs, loud and booming and full of nothing but love, “I’ll take it there myself sweetheart.”

-x-

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TIME CASTS A SPELL ON YOU, BUT YOU WON'T FORGET ME

Joel Miller x f! oc

Chapter 5: Please, don't delete the kisses.

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Summary: fifteen years ago, amidst the filling of divorce papers and the broken promises of a happily ever after, the world collapsed. Amidst the ruins of cities and the remnants of dreams, Joel's search for his ex-wife began. No matter where he turned, the woman who had once loved him held him captive, a presence he couldn't escape.

word count: 2,3k> (i think)

warnings: no use of y/n, tiny angsty but mostly fluff,

a/n: Hello, part 6 is here! I don't like this chapter at all because I wrote it without inspiration and it was actually going to be longer, but i just felt the strenght for this, so here you have some nice things because the next one is going to be angsty 😡. Happy reading💌. Also, if you wanna be tagged, tell me<3 Remeber reblogs and comments are always appreaciated.

After the girls had fallen asleep, Joel and Emily found a quiet corner of the dimly lit motel room to sit and talk. The years apart had left a broken heart between them, and yet, being in the same room again brought back all these memories. The bad and the good now face each other.

“The girls are sleeping”, Joel announced, while sitting beside Emily in a quiet corner of the dim motel room.

“Thank you for taking Beth with you,” Emily said.

Joel didn’t reply at first and only smiled. Then, Joel cleared his throat, breaking the heavy silence. "So, Beth…"

Emily nodded; her eyes focusing on her trembling fingers. "Yeah, Joel. She's yours."

Joel's gaze was fixed on the floor as he absorbed this revelation. He knew he had so many questions, but for now, the only one coming to his mind was one:

“Did you know it? before we signed the papers?”

Emily once nodded.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice was barely a whisper and lingered with a tinted hurt “Don’t you think I had the right?”

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their past hanging in the air. Joel broke the silence, his voice gentle.

“You would have stayed with me out of pity,” she said, her voice heavy carrying the weight of the past.

Joel took a deep breath, his emotions still raw. "Emily, I don't know what would have happened if you had told me back then. But keeping something like this from me…”

"I was going to tell you at first, but- “

“But what?” he interrupted, yet not in a hard way.

Emily leaned back against the wall; her eyes distant as she began to tell Joel everything.

July 2003

The soft glow of candlelight flickered across the table, casting a warm, intimate ambiance over the restaurant. Emily and Joel sat across from each other, a hint of tension suffocating the air. They had been through a rough patch in their marriage during the last time. Sleepless nights without the soft ambiance of the beginning of their relationship.

Tonight's dinner was meant to be an attempt at reconciliation. Until it wasn’t.

Joel broke the suffocating silence, his voice tinged with fear. "Emily, we need to talk."

Emily nodded, her heart pounding in her chest at the news she had to share with him. However, something in his tone told her what he had to say wasn’t good. She had been dreading this conversation, knowing that it could make or break their relationship.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking," Joel continued, his gaze locked onto hers. "About us, about our marriage..."

Emily held her breath, waiting for what he would say next.

Joel didn’t wait for her to talk and he didn’t hesitate, before saying the next words "I think we need to get a divorce, Em."

Her heart dropped, and her eyes welled up with tears. No more nicknames, no more kisses, no more family. This was not what she had expected to hear tonight. She had hoped that their dinner would be a turning point, a refresh in her relationship.

"Why?" Emily asked, her voice trembling with a mix of emotions.

Joel met her gaze, his own eyes filled with uncertainty. "I'm confused, Emily. I don't know what I want anymore. I need time to figure things out."

Tears streamed down Emily's cheeks as the weight of his words sank in. She had come here tonight with the hope of telling him about her pregnancy, but instead, she found herself facing the cruel truth.

She chose not to tell Joel about her pregnancy, and she left the restaurant without uttering a word to Joel, with their marriage hanging heavily on her hands.”

Joel let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping at Emily's words.

"The first days into the outbreak were hell," she said.

Joel let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping. "Emily, I wasn't in a good place back then. I was confused and lost. I thought leaving was the best thing for both of us."

"The first days of the outbreak were hell," she said. “Mark saved me back then, but once he found out I was pregnant he wanted to find a way to terminate it because I was going to become a burden.”

Joel's expression darkened at the mention of Mark's name. He had felt nothing but hate for the man, and this revelation only added fuel to the fire.

Emily continued; her voice tinged with sadness. "I couldn't let him do it, Joel. I couldn't bring myself to end the only thing I had from the old life” she inhaled to recover her composure “But then Andy happened.” He smiled at the memory.

“Andy was the best man I knew. He saved me from myself and he helped me throughout the whole pregnancy. Then, once Beth was born, we escaped together, mainly for her, and we were in a QZ until Beth turned ten,” She paused to look at Joel. “The rest is history I don’t want to share, and now, I am reunited with an old pal.”

Joel smiled at the nickname “Just a pal?”

Emily met Joel's gaze, and a smile tugged at her lips. She chuckled "Andy was a dear friend, but you were always in my heart, Joel. No matter how much time passed."

Joel's eyes softened as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from Emily's face. "I never stopped thinking about you, sun. You were my light."

"Maybe we have a chance now, Joel” she whispered, without taking her gaze off Joel’s.

Joel nodded, his arms wrapping around Emily, pulling her into a warm embrace.

"Joel," she said, her voice trembling with emotion, "I don’t want to risk yours and Ellie's life.”

“You won’t,” he said, “You can protect us, and I can protect you, okay? But you'll stay by my side. There's no way I'm letting you go.”

Emily could sense the conflicted emotions Joel was feeling inside, the concern and fear of losing her once again.

She pulled away from his embrace and they locked eyes. Thousands of memories were dancing on them, the love and the fifteen long years since they had each other, and the connection had never truly faded.

Joel's hand reached out to gently cup Emily's cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped. He leaned in slowly, he could feel her breath until their lips met in a tender, longing kiss.

It was a kiss that spoke of years lost. It felt like the first they shared a long time ago when they were two naïve young people falling in love, and still, this one carried silent promises to each other, a second chance the world had given.

As they pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, they both smiled and Joel stole more kisses. He never truly forgot the taste of her lips, and he tried to savor it on other women after her, but they couldn’t compare them to her. She was his, and he was hers.

And now, in that quiet motel room, he had her in his arms, finally reunited after all those years apart.

As the night wore on, Emily rested her head on Joel’s chest and they talked for hours. She shared stories of Beth’s childhood. Joel listened intently, his heart hammering for the moments he had missed.

But Joel also had stories, about Tess, Tommy, and what made Ellie cross paths with him. He told the truth to Emily and also confessed he was fond of the teen.

Despite the pain of skeletons plotting against them, there was a sense of closure in their conversation, a shared understanding that they were both doing their best to protect their little clan.

And they held each other close until they both drifted off to sleep.

Later that day, the four of them were walking with a destination on their mind. Ellie and Beth were in front, meanwhile, Emily and Joel were walking behind them, side by side.

Emily noticed something different in Beth’s behavior, so she placed a gentle touch on Joel’s hand. He understood her silent signal and nodded in acknowledgment. They both quickened their pace, catching up with Ellie and Beth, who were walking ahead.

As they reached the girls, Emily gave Beth a warm smile and ruffled her hair affectionately. "Everything okay, sweetheart?"

Beth nodded; her expression unreadable as she looked up at her mother. “Sure.”

“Hey. You can’t tell me everything, you know that”, Emily said.

Beth glanced at Joel, her gaze briefly flickering with uncertainty before she turned back to her mother. "I know, Mom," she replied softly. "It's just... sometimes, it's hard to put into words."

Emily placed a reassuring hand on Beth's shoulder. "I understand, sweetheart. Just remember, we're here for you, no matter what."

Joel couldn't help but feel unease at looking at Beth. She was his daughter and was one he didn’t know he had, but now, looking at her, he couldn’t help but notice she was the perfect mix between him and Emily, how her eyes sparkled just like her mother's and how her smile looked exactly like the one Sarah had. Joel’s heart broke at the thought of Beth never knowing she had a sister. Taking a deep breath, Joel made a silent promise to himself that he would do whatever it took to protect and cherish the family he had now.

He was determined to make up for the lost years, to be the father he never had the chance to be. As he walked alongside Emily, their hands occasionally brushing against each other, he knew that their journey was just beginning, and he was ready to face it head-on, no matter what lay ahead.

A few days later, when the night finally enveloped them, they found shelter in the woods, with a small fire crackling in front of them, providing warmth and light for them to spend the night.

Beth had been sitting quietly, lost in her thoughts, looking at the flames dancing in front of her without uttering a word, but then she stood up and made her way to be alone for a moment. Nevertheless, Emily noticed her daughter's restlessness and couldn't help but follow. She didn't want Beth to be alone after the recent events.

As Emily caught up to Beth, they stood together without saying, gazing up at the stars sparkling above her heads.

But Beth was the first to break the silence, consuming them both. "Mom, is Joel my dad?"

Emily turned to look at her daughter, agape and her heart ached at the question. She had known this moment would come sooner or later.

"Yes, sweetheart," Emily replied gently. "Joel is your dad."

Beth's eyes widened with surprise and nodded "I knew it," she whispered. "I could see it in the way he looks at me."

Emily smiled, her eyes watering with tears. "How?"

"I don’t know. Just... there's a kind of connection that can be seen in a person's eyes” she answered.

Emily nodded, without taking her eyes off Beth.

"I'm glad he's my dad," she said softly.

Emily pulled Beth into a warm hug. "I'm glad too.”

Beth leaned into her mother's embrace, and they stood there together.

“We should go back before they get worried,” Emily said, pulling away from Beth’s embrace.

Beth nodded a small smile on her face. "Yeah, we should."

She took her mother's hand, and together they made their way back to the warmth. The sense of having both her parents together enveloped her with a sense of relief because, for the first time, she felt she belonged to a place and that she had a family.

And when they returned, the fire kept crackling. Ellie, Joel, Emily, and Beth sat together sharing stories and laughter as they forgot about the cruel world outside.

Joel and Emily stole glances at each other, their hearts still beating as one as the weight of their past seemed to feel lighter now that they had been given a second chance. There were still many things left to say, and many wounds that needed healing, but for now, they were happy to be together again.

With the girls sound asleep, Emily and Joel sat closer together, their shoulders brushing against each other as they watched the fire in front of them. The warmth felt like a signal from their universe of the same spark growing between them.

They were embraced by a comfortable silence, only the sound of the fire crackling, but Emily felt a surge of emotion and found herself shifting closer to Joel and their hands found each other naturally as if they still remembered their path to each other’s. At that moment, words were unnecessary. They leaned into each other, drawing warmth and comfort from the closeness they had once known and now rediscovered. The fire continued to flicker, its soft glow casting shadows that danced across their faces, until they drew closer, and their lips found their way to each other’s, once again.

That connection flickering between them, again, illuminated the night.

a/n: three more chapters of this one.

And my other fic "I couldn't want to anymore" is being updated on wednesday or Tuesday haha

tags: @joeldjarin @catchallfangirl @phoebe13 @fatima-mar @harriedandharassed

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just-your-casual-nerd · 7 months

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Master List Part 5

Note: I did not write any of these fics, I just enjoy reading them and had a shit load of them saved. So, I figured I would put all of the ones I liked on a master list, figuring that its an easy way to keep track of them, and maybe you guys would like them as well. Have a Great Day fellow Nerds! 😁👋

2nd Note: If Someone wants me to take their fic or another fic off, let me know and it will be done. I don't want to offend anyone or make them upset.

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butchviking · 2 years

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thinking abt the biggest idiot in the whole wide world who said gerard way wearing a dress didnt seem ‘genuine’ to her. just say u dont know anything about him and go

#this is the most genuine he has ever been hope this helps <3 #why dont you go listen to emily (rough mix) and maybe you'll understand

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thatredheadwriter · 4 months

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New Suit

frankie morales x reader [3.3k]

Frankie needs a confidence boost after trying on clothes {I’ve certainly been there). You’re more than happy to help.

This is an NSFW oneshot for female reader with Frankie Morales of Triple Frontier. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Content Includes (but is not limited to):

pet names (baby, pup, etc)

body insecurity (Frankie, not reader)

f!dom

m!sub

teasing

lots of dirty talk

oral (m receiving)

Frankie pulls a brat card

hair pulling

hickeys/marking

stoplight system/scene check-in

thigh riding

saying nice things about your partner during sex (I guess this counts as praise?)

unprotected PIV sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

riding (receiver on top) position

allusions to the elusive A-spot

aftercare (that goes both ways!)

Please read at your own discretion and remember to consume your fanfiction responsibly.

“I look like an idiot!” Frankie calls from the bathroom, amongst a string of curses and odd noises you hope to god aren’t the destruction of anything too expensive.

“I know that’s not true. Do you want my help?” you start to rise from your spot on the bed but a quick, grumpy ‘no’ glues you to your spot.

Frankie Morales loves his friends. He’d do anything for them. Apparently, that includes wearing a suit, which is the one thing he’s been dreading like hell since Will asked him to be in the wedding party.

As curious as you are to see your diamond in the rough a little polished up, you haven’t enjoyed the anxiety the fitting process has caused him. It was Emily’s idea to use an online service, she knew there was no chance in hell to get all the guys in a tailor shop at one time.

“You can’t laugh, okay?” Frankie says from somewhere just his side of the door.

“Baby, I promise I won’t laugh.”

Frankie emerges from the bathroom looking like a kicked puppy, head hung low. It doesn’t match the sight before you.

A white button-down stretched across his chest serves as the perfect base for the dark blue suit that covers the rest of him. The crisp lines and structure of the jacket highlight all your favorite things about his physicality–the height, his broad shoulders, the little belly he despises that you absolutely love.

The pants are even better. While you can tell the waistband is a little snug, his thighs are skimmed just right in a way that makes you drool. You just know that if he turned a little you’d be treated to the sight of his ass draped in the same gorgeous fabric.

“How bad is it?”

Frankie’s question shocks you from your daze and you look at him like he’s grown a third head.

“Ex-fucking-scuse me, but I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” you unfold yourself from the bed as your partner starts to protest. “You look fine. Better than fine, actually. Baby you look fine.

“I’m not…don’t say that just to make me feel better.”

Frankie doesn’t want your words? Fine. You’ll just show him how you feel.

He hasn’t met your eyes since he stepped out of the bathroom with that damned suit on. And he doesn’t. Until you take his jacket lapels in your fists and use the grip to pull his body against yours.

“Look at me, baby,” you purr, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He meets your gaze with a mix of confusion and self-loathing. “You look absolutely stunning in that suit. And if it wasn’t a rental, I’d tell you to leave it on for what I’m about to do next.”

You steer him back towards the bed, your favorite man instantly turned to putty in your hands.

“What are you going to do?”

A wicked smirk curls across your face as you sink to your knees in front of him. “I’m going to remind you just how fucking gorgeous you are.” You don’t miss the way his nostrils flare when your rub your nose along the line of his thigh, dangerously close to the growing bulge just a few inches away. “Is that okay with you?”

“Fuck, yes,” Frankie grunts above you, hands balled in fists at his side.

“The blue really suits you, Frankie. Pardon the pun.” Your fingers trace absent patterns from the sides of his thigh to the edge of his waistband where his tummy presses against the fabric. “Such a shame to take it off, but if you really hate this suit there’s no point in buying it.”

“Nope.” There’s a tension to his voice, and his knuckles have gone white at his side. The amount of power, the amount of restraint before you, it has you dripping into your jeans.

“Strip then,” you order, sitting back on your heels.

It’s an excellent view as he slides the jacket down his arms, tugging a little harder as it gets caught on his biceps. His deft fingers make quick work of the pants. He unbuttons and zips them and in one quick motion you nearly miss they’re in a crumpled pile in the corner of the room.

You’re torn on where to look. On one hand, Frankie’s impressive cock is just inches away from your face, barely contained by the charcoal gray boxer briefs that are sporting the tiniest spot of precum. But above you is the embodiment of delayed gratification. You watch as pearl colored buttons are undone one at a time by fingers so large yet so nimble. Each one reveals more and more of his broad chest. Until finally it falls open to the trail of hair that disappears into the waistband of his boxers.

He tugs on the sleeves a couple times each before tossing it in a ball to join the jacket and trousers. His thumbs just hook into the waistband of his underwear when you stop him, hands over his.

“Allow me, baby,” you grin, saccharine sweet and deadly.

Slowly, like you’re taking apart a bomb, you slip an index finger into each side of his waistband before hooking your fingers and tugging ever so gently. The hiss of breath above you is telling of Frankie’s patience, and you look up at him with your most innocent pout.

“Don’t want to damage the merchandise.”

Once his impressive cock springs free, you tug them the rest of the way down and pull gently until Frankie’s stepped out of them. They unceremoniously join the growing pile of clothes.

“Such a handsome cock,” you say to no one in particular. Your hand slips around the base of him and he lets out half a sigh.

You can feel his eyes on you as you lean in slow and kiss the tip. You kiss him again, and again. But that first lick, oh it gets him every time. Just a small thing right under the tip, but it has his head dropped back and his ears turning bright red.

There’s no hurry in the way you enjoy Frankie’s cock. Whenever he takes control, which is more often than you do, you don’t get to take your time with him like this. To really relish every little catch of breath and muffled curse coming from above you. Slowly you begin to work him into your mouth—taking part of him, and then more.

When you bottom out at the base of his cock, nose pressed to his pelvis, a strangled moan leaves his throat. Almost involuntarily his fingers begin to card through your hair, scratching at your scalp in the way that sends tingles down your spine. You pull off almost immediately, an obscene amount of saliva dripping down your chin and off his cock.

“Ah, ah,” your hands slip up over his wrists and tug them away from your head and pin them gently to the bed by his thighs. “Did I say you could touch?”

“You’re killing me, pup,” Franke grits his teeth above you.

Your voice and gaze are sharp, “Hands off or I stop. Tell me who runs this show, flyboy?” While you wait for his response, your hand returns to his throbbing cock where you stroke him almost absentmindedly, if it weren’t for the way you were absolutely torturing him. Meanwhile, your eyes stayed fixed on his, a teacher waiting on the answer of her pupil.

“You. Fuck, you’re in charge,” he snarls behind gritted teeth.

That earns him a smile. He’s being so good after all.

In bed, Frankie usually takes and gives what he wants, and you’re happy to let him. But in times like these, both of you know who needs to take the reigns.

“Sit back on the bed for me, Francisco.” Your hand slows to a stop and you stand from the floor. “I want to show you something.

He does as you ask without hesitation and watches enraptured as you strip off your saliva spotted t-shirt and shimmy out of your jeans. His cock stands proudly at attention, glistening in the early afternoon light as he takes in your lace clad form.

It’s not a fancy set, a cotton bralette and matching thong. However it just so happens to be his favorite. You had a feeling suit fitting would at least warrant a little treat.

But Frankie doesn’t get to enjoy it all yet.

“Do you want to see me cum?”

You’re facing the wall, and from the mirror in the corner you see the way his cock twitches at the thought. A low groan rumbles from his chest as he fights the urge to relieve himself in the slightest and instead answers with a breathy, “Yes.”

“Francisco, do you deserve to see me come?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

His words hit you like cold water, and you turn with fire in your eyes.

Slowly and deliberately you come to stand before him before straddling one of his thighs and lowering yourself down. Your eyes stay locked with his the entire time.

In a quick move--that you learned from him--your hand jets up his back to grab a fistful of luscious curls. Using the leverage you yank his head back, exposing the column of his neck and earning yourself a needy whine from the large man beneath you.

“No, you fucking don’t,” you whisper in his ear. And then you’re devouring him, holding him in place by the thinnest tether. Your lips and teeth move down the prominent muscles and tendons of his neck, memorizing every groan and whimper along the way until you’re nipping at his collarbone and you feel precum start to drip on your thigh.

When you finally pull away, the both of you are panting, and need wells deep within his eyes.

“Color?” you breathe, dropping the persona for just a moment and releasing your hold on his hair to sweep a stray curl away from his brow.

“Green.”

You give him a soft smile and a deeper kiss than you intended before pushing him away, hands flat on his chest. From there they travel, caressing down his arms until you find his wrists. From thumb to middle finger, your hand doesn’t even come close to reaching.

Frankie watches silently as you guide his wrists behind him, a stifled moan when your tits press against him. You settle them behind his ass.

“Leave them there or I’ll get the cuffs.”

You kiss him again, and allow yourself to get lost in the usual rhythm of Frankie. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as you begin to move your body against his, moving your clothed cunt against his thigh.

“Do you want to know how this is going to work, baby?” you croon lowly, just for the two of you to hear.

He nods silently, brow knit with the effort it’s taking him to keep his hands where they are without restraints.

“I’m going to hump your gorgeous fucking thigh here,” you giggle when he blushes ever so slightly, “And say all sorts of lovely things about you.”

“Yeah?”

The word is dripping in lust.

“Yes, baby. I’m gonna cum all over your thigh. And if you’re a good boy for me, I’m going to ride that pretty cock of yours until you fill me up, just like you like.”

“Shit.”

Despite the way you’re rocking your hips against him, you have to focus on your purpose with this exercise.

One of your hands slips its way back up into the base of Frankie’s thick hair. You run your fingers through his curls.

“I love these curls, you know. They drive me wild. You drive me wild, the way you’re always wearing that damn hat.”

His eyes are transfixed on the place where your core is rubbing against him, mouth parted as his breath comes in heavy pants.

“You’ve got this gray coming in, just here,” your other hand snakes up Frankie’s torso, cradling his tense jaw in your palm. “It makes you even sexier, you know. Eventually you’ll be my silver fox.”

Underneath you, Frankie harrumphs and looks away, but you’re quick to redirect his attention when you grab his chin.

“Uh-uh, baby, let me see those pretty eyes. I need you to hear me,” you tap the side of his face with your fingers, and grin wildly at the way he bares his teeth.

“God, this perfect fucking thigh. I could do this for ages. Get to watch you lose your mind while I use you like a toy.”

The hand around his back makes its way around to rest on the small swell of his belly. “This little belly you hate so much, I go feral for it. Love seeing you get soft for me. No one knows how deep you fuck me into the mattress at night.”

A familiar sensation is building at the base of your spine, and you bite back a moan that threatens to escape.

“Your friends are so lucky to have you. You’re brave, loyal, kind.” You nearly lose your rythm at the look of absolute anguish on Frankie’s face, but then your clit catches fabric and muscle just right, making your hips stutter as you cry out.

“You’re so strong and powerful and so fucking gentle,” you ramble, racing towards your high. “Fuck, Frankie. You can touch me. Hands on my hips, baby. I need to feel you.”

Frankie doesn’t need to be told twice. You can see the instant relief when his hands land on your heated skin, his forehead coming to press against yours.

“You-you’re a good man, Frankie. I mean that. You deserve so, so much,” you pant. When your eyes find his face again you notice a single tear has escaped down the side of his cheek.

“And I’m gonna cum for you.”

His hands help guide you through it, helping you stay balanced even as your toes curl and your fingernails dig into the meat of his shoulders. And when you’re finished, he waits for you to call the next move as you catch your breath.

“Good fucking boy,” you praise, reaching for his hand. Entwining your fingers, you bring his wrist to your mouth so you can kiss and bite at the pulse point there. “The best, my Francisco.”

WIth one last nip, you stand on shaky legs and push Frankie back onto the mattress. He knows what’s coming—and so does his cock. Poor thing is practically purple, dripping precum left and right.

He repositions himself up the bed, sitting up on his elbows to watch as you strip off your soaked thong and bralette. His tongue traces his lip and you know he’s just dying to get his mouth on your chest.

“You ready for me?” you ask as you swing your leg over him, settling over his delightfully plush belly. He doesn’t answer at first, too enamored by the swell of your breasts right in his line of sight. “You can touch ‘em once you’re inside me, sweetheart.” You chuckle at his distraction.

“Fuck, I’m ready.”

You lift yourself up and hover for a moment as you line his aching shaft up with your cunt. There’s plenty of slick leftover from your orgasm, but it’s still a tight fit as you sink on top of him. Twin moans fill the room as you’re slowly filled to the hilt.

“Shit, pup, you’re so tight,” his face is pinched in concentration as he tries not to rut into you right away.

“Shhhh, shhhh,” you rub a hand down his chest, chuckling only a little when he settles one hand on your tit and the other on your hip. “You’re doin’ so good for me, baby. That’s my boy.”

A few deep breaths in and out and you finally begin to roll your hips. Grinding at first until you find your rythm, then you start to really ride him, pushing yourself up and down on his aching shaft.

You’ll have bruises tomorrow the way Frankie’s gripping you, but you always do. Not that you’d ever mind. He sits up a little so he can suck a nipple into his mouth. Frankie’s always thorough, he takes his time lavishing each side with tongue and teeth. By the time he’s had his fill of your tits, both of you are so close to that carnal precipice you can nearly taste it.

You feel everything start to tighten with the promise of your orgasm and suddenly it’s a lot harder to keep a steady pace. Planting your hands firmly on Frankie’s chest, you lean down just the slightest bit and growl, “Why don’t you help me a little here, big boy?”

That’s all it takes. You’re still in control, but Frankie is eager to please and he knows exactly what you—and he—want. Finally allowed to chase his pleasure, and actively contribute to yours, you’re ready when he plants his heels on the bed and begins thrusting up into you so hard you’re bouncing from the force of it alone.

He’s practically incoherent beneath you. Declarations of love and strings of endearment are cut off by primal sounds as he determinedly fucks you to your high. At this angle, the friction of his skin against your clit is just enough to push you over that edge, and when he hits a spot you’ve never felt before you think you’re going to explode with pleasure.

“Fuck, Frankie, don’t stop! Right there!” Your eyes are screwed tight and you’re not hardly recovered from your second orgasm when he finds the spot again. And again and again. Until you collapse sobbing onto Frankie’s chest in one of the most intense orgasms of your life as he ruts up into you two, three more times before he cums deep and hot inside of you.

“Shit, pup, are you alright?” He’s careful as he sits up, unsure of what just happened other than that you’ve gone completely boneless on top of him.

You’re trying to move but it’s like your nervous system is still rebooting.

“I’m fine, just need a sec,” you try to laugh but it comes out more of a breathy chuckle. It’s not too long before you can sit up again. When you do, Frankie’s eyes are studying you with deep concern.

“You good?”

“I’m good, Frankie. I think you just learned a new trick.”

The two of you soon realize that the bed is wet. Your eyes meet Frankie’s and the two of you dissolve into a fit of giggles.

“Go start the shower,” you kiss him deeply, “I’ll change the sheets.”

He holds you long enough to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. As chaste as a kiss can be when his half-hard cock is still inside you.

You part from him with a groan and begin your task--not without sneaking a peak at his wide, tight ass--as Frankie struts off to the bathroom.

You hold him from behind, cheek pressed between his shoulder blades as the water cascades down the front of him.

“How was it?” you murmur into the cool skin of his back.

“Mi tesoro, it was everything. Thank you.”

“I didn’t go too far?”

Frankie breaks free of your hold and turns to face you, one hand falling to rub a familiar pattern on your hip, the other cradling your jaw.

“Never, pup. I loved every minute of it. And you.” He seals his words with a kiss that has your hands slipping up to hook around his neck, afraid he’ll pull away before you’re properly drunk on him.

You’re breathless when he breaks away, tugging at your lower lip between his teeth as you part. A wicked smirk pulls at his lips.

“And I’m keeping the suit.”

#frankie morales #francisco morales #francisco “catfish” morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x reader smut #sub!frankie morales #switch!frankie morales #dom!reader #sub!frankie morales x dom!reader #triple frontier #pedro pascal boys

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to-thelakes · 2 months

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built to fall (2)

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

series summary; after having a rough month, the feelings that you had been harbouring for your co-worker finally come to the surface

series warnings; fluff, hurt/comfort, smut (later on), mutual pining, discussions of mental health, reader gets drunk, vomiting, suggestive themes, sexual tension, cases that the bau work are also mentioned so the usual warnings for the show apply

warnings for this part; vomiting, fluff, luke confusing the reader by being kind, reader gets drunk, smidge of angst

notes; this part is a little shorter than the last and mainly just consists of reader talking to the girlies about everything! we also get a hint of the only bit of angst in that fic (a small miscommunication which is quickly solved)! i hope you enjoy <3

tags; @smurfenijsje12 @xoxomoonlightbabe

ao3 / masterlist

previous chapter

Your head pounded as you came back to life. You felt like you had just been woken from the dead but before you could orientate yourself, the bile quickly rose up your throat. You kicked your covers back and scrambled out of bed, darting to the bathroom and hurling into the toilet bowl. Chunky bits of pizza mixed with water came up, burning your throat as you coughed and sputtered. The throw-up made your headache worse as tears spilled down your cheeks.

Once your body was done throwing up the very little bit of food in your stomach, you coughed and sputtered a little longer before you flushed the toilet. The burning in your mouth and the sour taste of sick lingered in your mouth.

It threatened to make you gag and vomit all over again. So as soon as you had the strength, you got to your feet and washed your mouth out with water before trudging back towards your bedroom.

You didn’t remember getting into bed but you were also very drunk last night. You remembered crying a lot, Luke holding you. He made you pizza and sat with you but there was no evidence of him having come over at all. That confused you the most. There was no way you imagined him taking care of you but part of you hoped you did.

You glanced around your bedroom, not spotting any painkillers, before you trudged over to the kitchen for a glass of water and to locate where you had last abandoned the tylenol. But when you walked over to the kitchen counter, you found the evidence that Luke had in fact been here.

The frying pan and plate you had used was dried up on the side and you felt a little perplexed by it. Had he done that while you were awake? You honestly couldn’t remember for the life of you when it had happened. It all made your head hurt too much. Your eyes roved across the counter and the bottle of painkillers were left on the side with a sticky-note next to it.

‘Thought you might want these’ with a little smiley face next to it.

That was definitely Luke. You rolled your eyes which somehow made your head hurt more before you grabbed two pills and dropped them on your tongue. You swigged them down with a bottle of water and prayed that they started working before you had to go to work again. Yesterday, Emily had said that the team didn’t have to come into work until midday which meant you had some time to recover before you faced anyone,

But realistically, it wasn’t enough recovery time. Between how much you had drank and how you’d acted with Luke, you needed at least a week before you dared face any of them. But that wasn’t going to happen. You weren’t that lucky.

You stared at the frying pan for a moment and then the memories of when he came into your apartment began to trickle back to you. It all seemed relatively innocuous until you remembered. Oh God. Did you seriously tell him you’d do unspeakable things to him? Fucking hell. You wanted to hit yourself. It honestly made you want to hurl remembering everything you had said and so, you decided to just return to bed and set an alarm for an hour or two before you had to be in. That would give you time to eat and try to be presentable.

You just needed the sleep, it would make you hate yourself a little less. It would make it easier to face Luke if you had at least some better sleep.

So, you trudged back into the bedroom, closed your bedroom door behind you and flopped back into bed. As you rolled over, you clocked it. Luke’s jacket. He hadn’t taken it last night. Why hadn’t he taken it? Had he forgotten? There was no way he forgot. He was only in a - tight - green t-shirt. He would have been freezing.

You sighed. But before you could dwell on any of it, you just buried your face in the pillow and closed your eyes. Sleep took you before your spiraling thoughts could keep you awake any longer than they already had.

In a surprise to nobody, you were the last one in that afternoon. As you stood in the elevator, you just prayed that nobody would look too hard at you. You were exhausted and you knew that you looked rough. It was obvious that you weren’t going to feel the best since they had all seen how drunk you were but you didn’t want to think about the previous night. It was embarrassing and the fact that Luke had took care of you was embarrassing.

It was sweet of him and it just made it harder for you to ignore how attractive he was. You really didn’t want to have to talk to anyone too much if you could avoid it. You definitely didn’t want to talk to Luke. You hoped that maybe you’d be saved from it.

But as you stepped out of the elevator, you could see everyone in the bullpen through the glass door. The team were crowding around Reid’s desk, discussing the previous night. Matt had spent the night with his wife so had thankfully missed out on the team’s escapades at the bar. Though he got the all the juicy details and you managed to catch JJ reliving your dance floor journey as you stepped into the office.

At the sound of the door closing, Luke glanced up and when he spotted you, he sent you a soft smile. You smiled awkwardly back and headed towards your desk but before you could get very far, JJ and Garcia had cornered you. Emily was in her office but you were sure that she would have joined them too if she wasn’t busy.

“So, what happened last night?” JJ asked, cocking an eyebrow. Garcia was quick to add; “You have to tell us everything!” You scoffed at the two of them, letting JJ drag you towards the staff kitchen so that she could make you a coffee that she knew you needed.

“Nothing happened,” You retorted as Garcia wrapped her arms around yours. You glanced at Garcia and then back to JJ who had let go of your arm to put another pot of coffee to brew after pouring you the last cup.

“That’s so weird because that’s exactly what Alvez said,” JJ responded, an eyebrow arched as she glanced at Garcia.

“If you’re hiding something from us, we will find out. Nothing gets past Penelope Garcia,” Penelope stated and you chuckled at the two of them. Honestly, you found it endearing how much they cared but you also knew that they both loved to gossip. You did too but that was besides the point considering the current situation.”

“I’m not. I promise, I’m not. He drove me home and he came in for a bit. That was it,” You insisted as you rested your hands in the pocket of your slacks. Garcia glanced back at the boys that were stood around Reid’s desk before she looked back at you.

“Okay, that doesn’t add up,” Garcia said after a beat. JJ placed the coffee in your hands and you took a grateful sip, “Because he was being Shady McShady when we asked about you.” JJ nodded in agreement and you looked at Luke over your shoulder. You thought you were a bad liar but him, God, was he that obvious?

“He was sober, I was drunk so it wasn’t like anything happened,” You stated, making eye contact with Luke for a brief moment before you turned back to look at the girls, “He helped me cook some leftovers and we sat and watched some TV for a bit and I fell asleep on him. That’s all that happened. It’s not, I don’t know why he’d be shady about it.” There were a million different thoughts running through your head but nothing seemed right. Maybe he just felt weird about how you kept crying but you weren’t gonna admit that to the girls yet.

“Men truly are a mystery,” Penelope said. You nodded your head in agreement before taking another gulp of coffee. The three of you then began to migrate back to Reid’s desk as you asked how the girls were when they got home. JJ was talking about how Will was very much amused by her drunken state and it was the more care-free she’d been in a while. It was sweet.

You only briefly spoke to the team at Reid’s desk and it mainly consisted of Matt asking how you were feeling before you disappeared to your desk. You had paperwork to do and you really needed to get it done before you had to go on another case.

However, Emily appearing out of her office was the nail in the coffin of that hope and she said that you had a case and everyone needed to meet in the briefing room. You nodded and told everyone to go ahead, you just needed to finish your sentence and then you’d join them.

Everyone but Reid walked to the briefing room but he was doing something at his desk. You weren’t really sure what it was but he seemed distracted enough. So, you pulled you bag from by your desk and slipped Luke’s jacket from inside.

You didn’t want to make a show of giving it back to him and you would rather that nobody questioned it. So, while everyone was in the briefing room, you took the jacket and draped it over the back of his empty chair.

Reid eyed you with suspicion as you did it and it wasn’t until you turned around that you noticed that he was looking at you. Your eyes widened slightly.

“Don’t you dare say anything, pretty boy,” You threatened. Though it was entirely jokingly. Reid didn’t say anything. Instead, the two of you just headed to the briefing room without sharing a word between you.

After the last case, the team had been blissfully free from cases and so for the first time in months, you got the weekend to yourself. To be honest, you were glad and after everything that happened with Luke, you needed peace and quiet for a few days.

The last case had lasted most of the previous week and you were exhausted by the end of it. But working with Luke, the thoughts of him and a message from your dad that he was heading back home to your mom made you feel slightly more sane than you had been for the last month. Your best friend from home still was avoiding your texts but you hadn’t had time to think about it.

Not with you constantly stealing glances at Luke and your dreams being invaded by his presence. The anxiety dreams had been replaced with dreams of him. It was a nice reprieve but it didn’t make going to sleep much easier. It felt like a violation even if you couldn’t control what your brain decided to conjure up.

Luke was taking up every inch of your mind. It was infuriating and you didn’t know how to get him out of your head. You tried to watch your shows, you called your parents now that they were back home together, you read, you sang, you blasted music and cooked and danced but nothing could shake him loose from your mind.

And your words kept coming back to you. You had told him that you would do unspeakable things to him. It kept floating around in your head and then the images came. When you were on case, they hadn’t been as demanding but now you didn’t have work to do or lives to save, your thoughts ran completely loose.

As you lay on the couch, all you could picture was him. His face. His beautiful brown eyes. That warm smile. Then you would imagine what it would be like to kiss him. His lips looked so soft, so fucking kissable and you wanted to pull him against you and find out what it was like. But it didn’t just stop at the innocent fantasies.

You kept thinking about being on your knees for him, how his face would contort as you took his cock into your mouth. The little moans or whines of pleasure he’d let out when you took him down your throat, how he’d grip your hair and fuck your face until he came down your throat. Your thoughts were shameless and they were driving you mad.

The amount of cold showers you’d taken over the past few days had increased dramatically but the thoughts always came back, making you press your legs together and try not to think about how good it would feel.

Honestly, it didn’t help that he didn’t immediately shut you down that night either. If he had even had some sort of disgusted reaction to your drunken comment, you knew that the thoughts would have stopped then and there. But he hadn’t. He’d been surprised, maybe a little baffled but not disgusted.

That was the thing that drove you crazy the most.

You rolled over in bed, burying your face in the pillow on your couch. You couldn’t think about him like that. It was wrong. It was violating and the fact you were even thinking about him like that was disgusting. He was your co-worker. Hot co-worker but still your co-worker.You rubbed your hands across your face. But you wanted him so badly.

You hadn’t even really considered how badly you needed him but after that night, you were a goner. A line was crossed and you didn’t know how to take it back. You didn’t know how to stop it and you were falling harder and harder and you just wanted him to kiss you, touch you, do literally anything to stop the thoughts.

Knock, knock, knock.

Your eyebrows furrowed. You weren’t expecting any visitors and you really weren’t dressed for them. You stared at your outfit and then looked over your shoulder to the front door before finally deciding to just brave it. It was probably just a neighbor or Emily or maybe JJ. You might have been scantily clad in your short-shorts and your sports bra but you were covered up enough.

But when you glanced through the peephole, you saw it. Luke was on the other side of the door, glancing around as his hands rested in the pockets of his jeans. Of course it was fucking Luke. You cursed under your breath, forehead falling against the door. There was a thud and his head shot back to the door.

He definitely knew you were. You had no way of ignoring him. You couldn’t pretend you weren’t in because he had heard that. He had definitely heard that. You stepped back from the door, cursing under your breath and a moment later, he knocked again. A hand ran across your face, internally cursing yourself.

Then you opened the door. Luke’s face lightened at your appearance. However, when he gave you a once over, he quickly became hesitant. Of course, he’d seen you in that bodysuit the previous week and that shoved off your cleavage but this was a lot more exposed than he had expected from you. He cleared his throat, gathering himself before he said, “Hey.”

“Hi,” You retorted, not really sure what else to say. You looked him up and down and he had a bag over his shoulder. His work bag. That couldn’t be good, “Is there a case?” You asked quickly, wondering if you missed a text while your phone charged in your room. He shook his head and your shoulder relaxed..

“Oh no, no, I just-” Luke began but he seemed to falter, forcing himself to keep his eyes on your face. He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, “I was at the store and I saw this lavender spray to help you sleep. I thought you might be able to use it. So I just picked some up,” He explained, producing the bottle from his bag. You stared at him, completely dumb-founded by the gesture, “I was also at the bakery down the road and I remembered you talking about it. So, I uh got you your favorite.” You had no idea what to say and you just sort of stared at him as he held out the box to you with his other hand.

“Thanks but… you really didn’t have to,” You responded, cautiously taking them from his hand. You checked over the label and it was the brand that your mom had recommended but you hadn’t gotten around to buying. It was pretty expensive and you had no idea what to even say. You were completely dumb-founded and it was hard to get you so speechless.

“Thought it might make you feel better,” He shrugged, brushing it off. You nodded and stepped back from the door, placing the gifts on the side table.

“Do you wanna come in?” You asked, not entirely sure how to navigate the situation. You weren’t even sure how Luke had gotten into your building but he always had a way with charming people so you assumed that the receptionist fell for him. But your brain had just stopped functioning. It was embarrassing but when the man you were just fantasizing about appeared on your doorstep, you weren’t exactly surprised by it’s incompetence.

“I would love to but I’ve got Roxy in the car. We’re going for a hike,” He explained, gesturing vaguely towards the wall. You nodded, still feeling stunned. You didn’t even know what to think or say. Luke had never seen you so quiet. It was disconcerting and a little awkward. He wanted to do something to make it better but he didn’t know what he could do.

“Well, have fun on your hike… and uhm… and give her kisses from me,” You managed to stammer out. He nodded and gave you a warm smile before he headed back towards the elevator. It took a few minutes for your brain to catch up and you closed the door, instantly going for your phone and calling Penelope, as if on instinct.

“What’s up, hotshot?” Penelope asked, answering the phone after only two rings. You then explained the interaction at your door and the two of you worked out that the lavender spray was the more expensive kind. And that he had asked Penelope about your favorites at the bakery down the road. It was not as casual as he wanted it to seem and you were so confused. You felt so beyond disorientated by the whole thing.

“I was the one that was drunk and fell asleep on him. I should be getting him fucking cookies!” You exclaimed to Penelope who just seemed to be amused by this entire situation. You stared at the lavender spray as if it had personally hurt you before then looking back at the bakery box.

“Well, you have been, let’s say, quiet recently. Maybe he thinks he did something. It’s cute, he’s going out of his way for you,” Penelope said with an obvious smile on her face. You could tell through the phone that she was loving this.

“No, I don’t want him to do that. I’m the one that told him that I would get on my knees and I fucking quote do ‘unspeakable things’ to him because of fucking pizza. No, no, no, Penelope this is bad. If he asks about my favorite things again, tell him nothing. I literally lagged when he was at my door. It was embarrassing,” You ranted. Penelope couldn’t help but giggle on the other end of the call. She had known you for years and never known you to be so reactive.

“Hang on, hotshot,” Penelope said after a beat of silence, “You said you’d do what? When was this?” She asked, clearly intrigued by the little detail about that night that you had been keeping from the team. It was bad enough that Luke had heard you say it and you said it to his face. It was worse if other people found out about your drunken thoughts.

“That’s not the point,” You retorted.

“No, no, this is exactly the point. I knew there was a reason he was being Shady McShady after that night!” Penelope quickly said back. You shook your head on the other end of the phone, running your hands across your face.

“I told him that I’d get on my knees for him, Garcia. I don’t think there’s any other way that could be interpreted. And now, he’s done this nice thing for me? Does he feel like he took advantage of me? What is he doing?” You felt like you were going to melt down over some fucking baked goods and a lavender spray. It was insane. He had this effect on your mind that you didn’t even understand. It was absolutely insane.

“Have either of you brought it up since?” Penelope asked curiously. You scoffed.

“No, no, absolutely not. I’d rather die than talk about that again,” You said simply. Garcia hummed on the other end of the line, “I should apologize to him about the whole thing. He must just feel guilty about it or.. or he wants to make sure that I’m okay.” You were rambling again but this man was driving you insane.

Luke fucking Alvez was driving you up the wall and honestly, Penelope was finding it endlessly amusing to listen to you lose your mind over this man.

The evening was drawing in when a message from Luke popped up. You stared at the notification for a moment. Ever since he had been at your door that morning, all you could think about was him. It was somehow worse. You were trying to understand why he was doing it. You appreciated it, you really did, it was sweet and it was incredibly endearing but you couldn’t understand why. He had never gotten you anything before and yeah, you had spilled your guts about your problems but they weren’t his problems.

You felt like you were going insane and before the notification popped up, you had managed to distract your mind just a little bit. He wasn’t at the forefront of your thoughts but that text brought him right back.

“Stupid fucking Alvez” You muttered under your breathe before you pulled the phone into your hand. When you opened the message, it was a picture of him and Roxy on the hike. He looked gorgeous. Sweat dripping down his forehead, grinning, the sun shining on his face with a backdrop of hills that rolled for miles, pine trees and blue skies. He looked radiant. It made you want to go on a hike just to see that view.

luke Roxy enjoyed the hike more than me I think. How were the cupcakes?

you they were pretty good why didn’t you enjoy the hike?

luke Hot, too hot.

you and that is why i don’t exercise on my days off :)

luke Eh, I’d say some exercise is worth it.

you i’d beg to differ, you look exhausted i spend my day job running after criminals i am not gonna run around on my weekends

luke Who said anything about running? There are other types of exercise.

you none that are enjoyable, trust me, i’ve given most of them a try

luke You’ve not been doing it right then.

That message made you pause and you stared at the phone for a minute and then the three dots appeared again.

luke I think I could show you how fun it can be.

Now that text was definitely suggestive. You stared at the screen. You had absolutely no idea what to say to that but you almost didn’t want to admit anything. You wanted to flirt with Luke but you also had no idea how to.

you you can certainly try but chasing unsubs is enough for me

Luke didn’t immediately read and so you decided that you might as well tack on another text. It might clear the air a little

you also, thank you for last week, i never told you but it was really sweet of you and i hope you don’t feel like you crossed a line i invited you in and i was really drunk and i was just a bit too much and i’m doing a lot better this week my dad’s at home with my mom again and she’s seeing a specialist so you don’t have to worry about me :) and i’m sorry for spilling my guts to you, it wasn’t exactly… professional? but thanks for dealing with me

Just as you sent the last message, he flicked back onto the chat and you watched the little dots bubble for a moment before you felt the embarrassment crawl up your neck. So, before you could see what he responded, you closed the messages and threw your phone onto the coffee table.

You flipped your phone over and stared at the ceiling, the anxiety building up in your stomach. How could a man have consumed your thoughts so entirely? It was frankly infuriating and you knew what you needed. On a night like this, you had one thing that you wanted.

It had been stashed away for a rainy day and this certainly qualified in your books. You cracked open the bottle of vodka once you had picked it up from the back of your cupboard. Then you gave yourself a heavy pour before putting orange juice in. You swirled it with a knife before walking over to your couch.

Alcohol and a new TV show. That’s how you were going to forget about Luke Alvez and his fucking gorgeous face and kissable lips and how much you wanted to fuck him. You would be fine. You just had to forget about him.

As much as you wanted to forgot Luke. It frankly didn’t happen. In fact, after four (heavily poured) double vodka oranges, you decided that the best decision you could make was to call Luke. It was completely of your own volition and you honestly weren’t entirely sure why you did it but you just wanted to talk to him. So you did.

“Hey,” He said through the phone. He had picked up after a couple rings and he sounded a little tired. He was probably in bed, getting ready to fall asleep. No shirt on, under the covers. He’d probably just had a shower too so his hair was damp and curly. Your drunken mind really was trying to sabotage you.

“Hey. I was just thinking about how I’ve never officially met Roxy,” You stated. That was a lie. You had been thinking about how good he’d look under - or on top - of you. You had actually been thinking about how much you wanted to take a hold of his cock and watch him absolutely melt under your attention. You had been thinking about how much you wanted him between your legs and absolutely destroying you for any other man but he didn’t need to know that. Luke chuckled on the other end of the phone.

“I suppose I’ll have to fix that,” He responded and you hummed out in response. There was silence for a moment that you didn’t really notice, too wrapped up in your own thoughts about Luke and how good he probably looked right now, “You alright, carina?” He asked after a few more beats of silence. You rolled your head to the other side of the pillow, keeping your phone pressed to your ear.

“Yeah, just wanted to speak to you,” You admitted softly. Luke couldn’t help but grin at that little confession. Part of him had been worried that you didn’t want to speak to him after you hadn’t replied to his earlier message. That was quickly becoming an obvious lie, “I thought that the alcohol would make it easier to not think about you but it really didn’t,” You continued to ramble, “All I want is you here, right now. It’s honestly kind of pathetic.” Luke just listened as you continued to ramble for a minute longer and then your words seemed to catch up with your brain and you abruptly stopped. You went dead silent and your squeezed your eyes shut.

You really were a fucking idiot.

“I wanted to speak to you too,” He said before you could splutter out anything close to an apology. A soft sigh escaped your lips and you leant over, finishing off your glass of vodka orange. That was definitely going to be your last glass of the night, “Thought I should check on you since you didn’t reply to me before.” He added, to clarify. You hummed in response, rubbing your free hand over your face.

“You don’t have to check on me. I’m fine, like I said. Sorry for not replying,” You mumbled. He scoffed and he shuffled over in bed, sitting up against the headboard. Roxy’s head perked up at the movement before settling back down when she saw that her owner wasn’t going anywhere.

“You’re a bad liar,” He stated, “Even over text, somehow.” There was a teasing lilt to his tone and it made you scoff. You pushed yourself up from the couch, leaning against the arm rest.

“No, I’m not, I’m a great liar,” You argued and he chuckled on the other end of the phone. If he was with you in person, you would have seen the way he began to smile at your assertion. Though, he thought you were entirely delusional.

“Avoidance tactics aren't exactly the best way to hide however you’re feeling,” He said. You let your eyes fall closed. Were you really that obvious? “Something is clearly bothering you. Has something happened?” Now that was not the question you had expected. Were you reading this wrong? Had he read you wrong? You were stumped.

“No, no,” You stammered out, “Nothing happened. I’m just… distracted. Like I said, I’m doing better” Now that wasn’t entirely a lie but you didn’t want to admit what was distracting you. If you told him that all you could think about was him, him cuddling with you, him sleeping by your side, him fucking you in every conceivable position, him cooking for you (even if he was terrible) and him telling you that everything is gonna be okay every day for the rest of your life, you were sure that you would never want to see him ever again..

“You’re such a shit liar,” He chuckled and that made your cheeks burn with flickers of embarrassment.

“I have been better!” You exclaimed, defensively. He let out a mocking ‘uh-huh’ on the other end of the phone and you scoffed, “I don’t have time to worry about anything because I can barely think about anything but you,” You snapped, the need to defend yourself and your reputation of being a good liar superseding any logic that your brain could throw your way in it’s inebriated state. The line went quiet for a moment and you began to comprehend what you just said. You had said it again. Why the fuck did you say it again?

You cursed under your breath, heat crawling up your chest and neck, burning you from the inside out. That was not what you wanted to say. That is not how you wanted to say it and you really didn’t want him to find out like this. Honestly, you didn’t want him to find out at all.

Part of you wanted to start blubbering apologies but you couldn’t find it in you to. A hand moved to rest over your face, using your cold fingertips to dampen the heat in your cheeks. If he was with you in person, he’d instantly have noticed how flushed you had gotten. It was fucking embarrassing. This was embarrassing.

“How much have you had?” His voice finally came back through the phone. It was softer now and you sighed, tilting your head to the side.

“Four glasses. More than doubles,” You mumbled, hoping that he would put the pieces together himself. He sighed on the other end. Inside, he was warring with himself. If he was being honest with himself, you had been on his mind far too much recently. That’s why he’d bought you that lavender spray and that’s why he’d gone to the bakery that Penelope had told him you loved. He wanted to make sure that you were okay.

And he had - although he felt ashamed to admit - thought about you in an entirely different context too. The thought of you sitting between his legs, mouth on his cock, showing off to him had been playing through his head on a near constant basis. It was infuriating and incredibly distracting. When he had seen you earlier that day, it had only gotten worse.

The entire hike, he’d been thinking about you and how much he wanted to bury his face between your thighs and have you whining and keening for him. He wanted to tell you all of this but you were drunk. Nowhere near as drunk as you had been on Wednesday but he wanted to do this right if he was going to do it at all.

“Are you still drinking?” He asked after a few beats of silence.

“No.”

“Good.” His voice was still soft and you wanted him to be here right now. Honestly, at this point, you didn’t care if he didn’t fuck you, you just wanted him to hold you and promise you that everything would be fine, “You need to get some rest,” He said after another beat of silence.

Those words were the nail in the coffin of your emotional tether and you felt the tears well up in your eyes. There wasn’t any actual rejection but you still felt like he was pushing you away. In his mind, you were too vulnerable and he didn’t want to cause you any more hurt. But you weren’t really seeing it logically.

“Yeah, I probably should,” Your voice cracked and you cleared your throat, desperately blinking away the tears. You rubbed your eyes with your free hand and forced yourself to stand up from the couch. He was right, you needed to sleep. You were exhausted, “I’m sorry. I’ll uhm, see you on Monday?” You said before hastily telling him goodnight and hanging up the call. You placed your phone on the coffee table and stared at your reflection in the windows.

The night had already drawn in and the city was quiet. You could see the redness of your eyes, tear-tracks on your cheeks. You were so sick of crying. You took a deep breath. It was fine. This was fine and you left your glass and your phone in the living room.

If you had your phone with you, you’d overthink and you didn’t need to do that anymore than you were. So, you just trudged to your room, changed into pajamas and curled up on the bed. Maybe some sleep would get rid of that sting of rejection. The sting that wasn’t even real. The sting that was completely made up by your own mind.

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