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trashpandafiction · 10 months

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Safest Place to Hide - One

Summary: Avery McCall witnesses a murder that is linked to one of the biggest crime organizations in New York, and when she helps the FBI identify and catch the bigger players, she becomes a target. Being the key witness for the upcoming trial, she's forced into hiding at a secluded upstate cabin with her appointed guardian, Jubal Valentine. It's not the ideal situation, but as they spend more time together, they don't mind it nearly as much, and even start to enjoy their time together. With the looming trial and growing feelings between Jubal and Avery, an open-and-shut case becomes a little more complicated. Pairings: Jubal Valentine/OFC Word Count: 3,116 Warnings: Mentions of violence/blood, guns, drugs. A/N: Here's the first chapter! It's honestly a sort of "intro" chapter. I'm not 100% confident with it, it wasn't beta'd, but I want to get this story going. If you’d like to be tagged in future updates, just let me know! Please do not redistribute my work without my permission! Reblogging is fine with credit intact.

One

When Avery walked out of her apartment in the morning, she would have never guessed that by noon, she would be in a police station, her clothes covered in blood, and images that wouldn’t leave her mind any time soon. She was checked out by a paramedic at the scene, but the blood all over her wasn’t even hers.

THAT MORNING

Avery McCall walked into her favorite convenience store, Dom’s. It was a nice, family-owned place that was only two blocks from her apartment. She stopped there before work, and sometimes afterwards if she had a rough day and wanted to curl up in bed with her favorite snacks. The owner, Dominic, was always kind to everyone who came in, even if they weren’t kind back. A few months before, Dominic started to have some health issues and couldn’t work as much as he had been, so he brought in his son Damian to help. That’s when Avery noticed a change in the customer base, but she figured it was just because Damian was probably bringing in his friend group. She was happy to see Dom behind the counter when she walked in, since that meant he was having a good day. She pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and smiled at him,

“Morning, Dom.” she said, waving to him.

“Miss Avery! I was worried you wouldn’t come in today.” The older man beamed.

“You know I’d miss you too much if I didn’t come in on my days off too.” She teased him. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m still alive, and that’s about all I can ask for. But I haven’t had to use that stool so far today.” He said, pointing to the stool that he had behind the counter for when he needed to sit down.

“That’s good. Hopefully you won’t need it at all.” She smiled, stepping aside as another regular came in to buy her lotto tickets for the week. “Think it’s too early for a slurpee?” she joked as she headed to the back of the store.

“It’s never too early to make yourself happy, Miss Avery.” He replied, ringing up the lotto woman.

As she looked at the snack aisle, she noticed Damian coming out of the back room with a pallet of boxes and crates of items he needed to stock. She gave him a polite wave and received a nod in return. She tried not to have too much conversation with him, and he did the same to the other customers. She heard the bell at the front of the store, and then heard it again. The lotto woman had left and now someone else was entering, she assumed.

“Morning, gentlemen.” Dom’s voice sounded from the counter.

Two large men came into the store and split up, each going to a different aisle. Avery was looking at a bag of Chex Mix when one of the men walked past her. She glanced up at him and didn’t recognize him, but he looked like he was from the ‘Damian crowd’. Tattooed, buff, in an old leather jacket that smelled like stale ashtray. He gave her a wink before picking up a bag of Cheetos and opening it up eating a handful. She felt a chill when he did and she casually set the bag of Chex Mix down, then went down to the end of the aisle where Damian was stocking slower than he ever had, his eyes going from one of the big men to the other.

The bell rang again, and Dom’s voice could be heard again, “Morning.” It didn’t sound like a friendly welcome; it sounded like an obligation.

“Dommy. Where’s your son? I’d like to have a little chat with him if he’s around.” Another man spoke.

Damian stiffened when he heard the voice and walked over to the counter. “I’m here, Val.”

“There he is. Dommy, you can go ahead and finish stocking while I talk to your boy.” The other voice said.

“We don’t have to do this here, man.” Damian said.

Avery walked to the end of the aisle and peeked through the shelves to see the man talking to Damian. He was a little older than her, she thought, and he was tattooed and wore a leather jacket that was nicer than the other guy had on. As the man’s voice rose slightly, her stomach began to turn.

“No, I think we do, Damian. It’s the only way you’re gonna get it through your thick skull that there are rules. I had to come here myself to make sure that it set in.” Val said, turning to Dominic again. “Did your little boy come in with a bag today?”

“I’ll go get you whatever you want.” Damian said.

Val kept his eyes on Dominic. “Would you do me a favor and go get that bag for me? It’s in the back, right?”

“Val…” Damian started.

“I’ll get it, just as long as there’s no trouble out here.” Dominic said. The sooner he could get these guys out of the store, the better.

“No trouble.” Val smirked.

Dominic came out from behind the counter and walked towards the back door that Avery could see from where she stood in the last aisle.

When he got to the end of the aisle, Val spoke up again. “Hey, pops. One more thing.” It all happened so fast.

Val pulled a gun from the back of his jeans and shot Dominic twice in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground, his head and shoulders landing in the aisle Avery was in. She dropped to the ground, putting her hand over her mouth so she didn’t scream.

“Dad!” Damian cried out.

Avery could hear a scuffle and an argument from the front of the store, but she wasn’t paying attention to the words. She crawled over to Dominic so she could try and stop the bleeding at least, but he was gone.

“Please…don’t!” Damian cried again.

Four more shots rang out, and Avery laid down on her side, her back against the bottom of the shelf. There was some groaning, and another scuffle, then a voice.

“Grab his shit and take care of any witnesses.” Val said before leaving the store.

She laid still as the two men went into the back room. It felt like an eternity had passed until they emerged from the back. The first man walked straight to the door while the one who had winked at her turned, looking right at her.

“Take care of witnesses, Vec.” The first man said before heading outside.

Avery felt her entire body tense as the man came over to her, a grin on his face. “Please, I won’t say anything, please.” she said softly.

“You’re too pretty to beg.” He said, grabbing her by her hair and pulling her over to lay next to Dominic’s body, into the blood pool beside him.

“No, please!” she cried, her hands moving to hold his wrist as he pulled her.

“Shut up.” He growled, putting a hand over her mouth. “I’m doing you a fucking favor by not blowing your head off.” He aimed his gun at her, and then at Dominic, shooting him again.

Avery flinched, whimpering against his hand as blood sprayed her face. It took everything in her not to scream.

“See? I like you sweetheart, that’s why you’re alive. Now play dead, and don’t make me come back here.” He grinned.

The man stood up and walked out of the store, leaving Avery on the floor. She didn’t move until she heard sirens, and when a police officer approached her, she burst into tears.

NOW

After she had pictures taken of her, Avery was allowed to shower and change into a pair of sweatpants and an NYPD T-shirt that looked like it came from a gift shop. She was taken to an interview room where she gave a statement to two detectives, and then left alone for what seemed like hours. When the door opened the next time, a different man came into the room with a woman, both wearing FBI jackets.

“Hi, Avery. I’m Maggie Bell, a special agent with the FBI. This is another agent, Jubal Valentine.” The woman said with a small smile.

“The FBI investigates robberies?” Avery asked.

“Not usually, but this is a special case.” Jubal said.

“The men that you saw, you said you heard their names?” Maggie asked.

“I heard a few names. Damian called one of them Val, and the one who left me alive was called Vec. I don’t know if it was a nickname or something else.” Avery replied.

“The guy who owned the shop, his name was Dominic Hubbard, right?” Maggie asked.

“Yeah, and his son Damian was there too.” She nodded. Maggie and Jubal exchanged glances which didn’t make Avery feel even more tense. “Was Damian involved in something?”

“Possibly. I know you’ve already answered a lot of questions, but we’d like to ask you a few more and get a better picture of what happened. Would you mind coming with us to our station?” Maggie asked.

“Do I really have a choice?” she asked, standing slowly and taking a breath.

Jubal smirked to himself before nodding. “You always have a choice, but we’d appreciate as much help as you can give us.”

Avery nodded and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’ll do what I can. Dom was…he didn’t deserve that.” She tried to cover the crack in her voice by clearing her throat.

“We know you’ve had a tough day today, and we’re sorry for your loss; but we are going to do everything we can to get the guys who did this.” Maggie promised.

“Thank you.” Was all Avery could think of saying.

The drive from the police station to the FBI building was shorter than she expected, and when they got there, Maggie took Avery to a room that looked more like a meeting room than an interview room. There was a large table in the middle of the room with chairs around it, two large white boards at one end of the room, and a large monitor on the wall at the other.

“Go ahead and have a seat, do you want anything to eat or drink?” Maggie asked.

“Just some water please.” Avery said, sitting down in one of the chairs. It was a lot more comfortable than the one at the police station.

“Sure, I’ll be right back.” She nodded and walked out of the room.

Moments later, Jubal walked into the room with some files under one arm and a cup of coffee in the other hand. “Did you want anything to drink or eat?”

“Got it covered.” Maggie said, appearing behind him. She shut the door behind her and brought a water bottle to Avery.

“Thank you.” She said and opened it, taking a small sip.

“Of course.” she replied, sitting in the chair across from her.

Jubal set the files on the table and sat beside Maggie. “Alright, so why don’t you start by telling us what you know about Dominic and Damian Hubbard.”

“I’ve known Dominic since I moved here two years ago, and Damian I only met a few months ago when he started working at the store to help Dom out.” Avery said.

“What did you think about him?” he asked, handing the folders to Maggie so she could get what they needed.

She took a breath and shrugged. “To be honest, I didn’t like him. He was kind of standoffish and the people he would bring around seemed sketchy.”

“Before this morning, had anything happened at the store before?” he asked, writing some things down on a pad of paper.

“No, it was quiet there. I mean, I probably wouldn’t go in there late at night if Damian was working, but it was quiet.” She said.

“Okay. You said you would recognize the men if you saw them again, right?” he asked, looking up at her.

“Yeah, definitely.” She nodded.

“We’ve got people working on some pictures for you to look at. In the meantime, is there anything else you can remember? Even if it seems small or unimportant, it could help.” He asked her.

She thought for a moment and looked at the bottle of water in front of her. She took a shaky breath and shook her head. “I don’t think so. I told the detectives everything I saw and heard.”

There was a knock at the door, and Maggie got up to open it, getting another folder from another agent and shutting the door again. She came back to the table and sat down, looking at Avery.

“Are those the pictures?” she asked softly.

“Yeah. When you’re ready, I’ll lay them out and you can tell us if you recognize any of them, okay?” Maggie said.

Avery took a breath and nodded. “I’m ready.” She wasn’t sure if she was actually ready, but part of her worried that she’d forget what they looked like.

She nodded and opened the folder, laying out some pages that each had six photos on them. “Take your time, and if you need a minute, just let us know.”

She looked at the pages and leaned forward some to look at the pages. She looked at the first page and shook her head, sliding it back to Maggie. The second page had someone who looked similar, but wasn’t any of the men, so she slid it back to Maggie. On the third page, she looked over the pictures, her breath catching in her throat when she saw the fourth image. “This is Vec. I’m sure of it.” She said, pointing to the photo.

Maggie grabbed the page and nodded. “Okay.” she said, exchanging glances with Jubal again before looking back at her. “Go ahead.”

Avery looked at the next page and picked it up so she could look closer. Val had been a bit farther from her, but she was sure that he was the second picture on the page. “This one is Val.” She said, showing the picture to Maggie and Jubal.

They both looked at each other and then at Avery. “Did you see the third guy at all?” Maggie asked.

“I only saw him from the side, and it was a quick glimpse. Sorry.” She said, leaning back in her chair again.

“No, you don’t have to be sorry, you’ve done great.” She assured her with a small smile.

“Who are they?” Avery asked, toying with the string of her sweatpants.

“Val is Valentin Maroni, a sort of kingpin drug dealer in the city. Vec is Ryan Vecchio, one of Maroni’s right-hand men. We’ve been investigating his gang for a few months but they’re hard to pin down.” Maggie explained.

“They’re not usually so careless.” Jubal mumbled. “Damian was dealing for Maroni and was using the store as his own pharmacy.”

“Val mentioned Damian breaking rules.” Avery said. “He didn’t say what rules, but he was mad at Damian for whatever he was doing.”

“We think he was skimming his own supply and keeping more of the profits than he should have been. Since Maroni came to the store and killed Dominic himself, it was probably true.” Maggie said.

“Dominic was killed because Damian was dealing in his store?” Avery asked.

“Damian hasn’t been around because he was in jail for possession. He picked up right where he left off, but this time he got cocky.” Jubal said.

“Why wouldn’t they just kill Damian then? Why take Dom?” she asked, her brows knitting together.

“They wanted to teach him a lesson.” Maggie said carefully. “It’s not fair, it’s horrible, but these crime bosses don’t let anything get in the way of their business or rules.”

She looked at the table and then back at Maggie and Jubal. “You guys have enough to get them now, right? All of them?”

“We will, but we’ll most likely need your help, especially if this goes to trial.” Maggie said.

“I’ll do it. Whatever it takes to get them off the streets, I’ll do it.” Avery said. She didn’t care about the consequences in that moment, she cared about getting justice for Dom and stopping whoever she could from doing this again.

“It’s not gonna be easy.” she said softly.

“But it’ll be worth it.” Jubal added.

Avery felt her hurt and her sadness turning to anger. She wanted to put these men away for what they did to Dom. “Just tell me what you need me to do.”

After finishing a few things with her statement and getting things in motion, Jubal and Maggie drove her home to her apartment. They rode the elevator with her and walked her to her door to make sure she was alright, then walked inside to check and make sure her apartment was empty.

“You guys didn’t have to do all of this.” Avery said softly. It seemed a little over the top to her, even with the circumstances.

“We’d rather be safe than sorry.” Jubal said and gave her a small smile. “If anything else comes up or if you think of anything, you just give us a call.” He handed her a business card and put his hands on his hips.

She took it carefully and nodded. “I will. Thank you for the ride.”

“We’ll be in touch with you about the case and let you know what the next steps are. Don’t hesitate to call us if you need anything or if something comes up.” Maggie added.

“I appreciate it.” She nodded.

“You’re sure you’re gonna be okay here alone?” Jubal asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. I think I need some quiet time anyway.” She nodded.

“Okay. Thank you again for your help. I know it’s not easy, but you’re doing a good thing.” He assured her.

All she could do was nod and give him a small smile. When they left, she shut and locked the door and then went to her bathroom so she could take a real shower and changed into her own clothes. Avery didn’t know what the next few days, weeks, or months held, but she knew that she was going to do her best to be strong so she could get justice for Dom. At the very least, it would give her something to focus on instead of her feelings about what she had witnessed. She felt like she was in a daze throughout the shower, and when she changed, she laid in bed and at some point, she drifted off to sleep, too tired to dream.

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cat-esper · 6 months

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*researches guns, how to jam a wireless signal, and best places to dump a body*

*immediately after googles "tips for writing a fictional murder mystery for writers of books that are 100% fiction"*

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xulips · 7 days

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i hope u don't mind but ur tokoha drawing singlehandedly killed my writers block and now this exists inspired by it!! ty for Them it bought me insane amounts of joy <3 have a nice day!!

i enjoyed it quite a bit

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deejayrockz · 7 months

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"script smart clothes for the BAU" uhm no i will be rocking up to cases like this !!!

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marvelwitchergilmore · 1 year

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Summary; Javier Peña x Fe!Reader -> You meet Peña at a coffee shop but after time passes, he finds out your secret.

Disclaimer: fluff, angst, mentions of guns, mentions of death, illusions to smut, swearing (I think, I haven't proof read this - probably spelling mistakes), spanish is in italics.

You had met Javi one late night in the coffee shop. You were getting the place cleaned up for the morning. Isabella, a regular customer, was sat in the corner with her nose burried deep in her research. The old man who’d you come to know as Pops - a name he told everyone to call him by - was finishing his book closer to the counter. It had been a promise he made to his wife. To read a little, at least, while she was gone. That way they’d have something else to talk about when they met again. Jośe, the young boy who’d run through the door every couple of hours in need of a coffee for his mama and a small cookie for himself, had just left, rushing out of the door going ten miles an hour.

“Good book, pops?” You asked and he looked up and smiled.

“Excellent.”

“Good.” You smiled.

Just as you placed the empty cups from different tables by the counter, the bell above the door rang out. “You open?”

You looked over your shoulder. “Yeah. For a couple minutes.”

“Great.”

He rushed over, you moving the dirty cups from the counter.

“What can I get for you?” You asked in English.

“Coffee. Decaf.”

“Coming up.”

Then it hit him. “How’d you know I was American?”

“What?” You looked to him as you changed the filter. “Oh, uh, just a guess.”

He nodded and looked around, suddenly being met with Pops.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sweet.”

You smiled and waved to Pops. ��Have a good night.”

“Night.”

“Nice Spanish.”

You smiled. “Thanks. I’ve lived here long enough, I should know.”

“I’m Javier, by the way.”

You smiled back and gave him your name which he repeated. It sounded nice.

“So, how long have you lived in Columbia?”

“A couple years. Yourself?”

“Same.”

The conversation ended soon enough when his coffee was paid for - he had something important to get back to.

But the next night, you were closing up again and he came in. In fact, for the following weeks, he came in around the same time every night; just before closing.

He started conversations with Pops who would tell Javier the meaning behind all his books. He actually started taking a couple of night classes at the local college. His wife always told him he needed to socialise more.

She was a people person.

And Javier would sit there and listen. Pops, clearly, was a man who demanded respect with a single look. Something, over the weeks, you realised Peña had, too.

During the week, you had heard rumours about Javier. About his job.

But it was never something you asked him about. You knew more than to ask an American in Columbia if he was working for the government.

But still, he’d come in every day and order a cup of coffee and smoke his cigarette. You’d both talk and eventually, it got to the point where he’d walk you home.

It wasn’t far; maybe a couple of blocks.

You’d tell him why you came to Columbia - your sister. She travelled after college and invited you to join her. But something made you stay.

He ask where you learnt Spanish. You’d tell him school, mostly, but the practice came in while you worked in the coffee shop.

Some days, he’d come in during the day and just talk to you. He’d order a coffee here and there but it mostly remained untouched which wasn’t like him.

Steve had asked questions at work about who Javi was going seeing every day - at first he expected it was to see one of his ‘informants’ but after he began to smell less perfume and more coffee around Peña, it raises his suspicions.

Peña would give a vague answer but when Steve told Connie, she knew instantly.

It wasn’t that a woman’s intuition was lost of Peña, it was just something about Connie that scared him. She seemed to know what he was thinking about whenever she looked at him.

Little did he know, she’d seen him a couple times walk into the same coffee shop and leave with a smile on his face. One Connie nor Steve ever saw on the man’s face.

But surpringly, it took him a while to ask you on a date.

Javier wasn’t one for dating. After all, his job didn’t exactly allow it - especially in Columbia - but Connie (and Pops) thought he would have at least done it sooner. After all, the man came in every day for weeks just to simply spend time with you. He’d walk you home and always made sure you were safe. And god help any man that approached the counter and started flirting with you.

It was like Javier had a radar for those who were flirting with you because each time, not two seconds later, Javier would stroll into the shop and make his way to the counter. Most times, it was like you had a radar for him, too. His coffee would be ready for him to pick up and if the guy wasn’t scared away by the look Peña gave them, he’d order a couple more cups for Steve and Connie (she’d usually come by in the afternoons to check in on him when she had the day off). He’d stay until the guy left and most people who looked away from their books noticed.

And maybe, in truth, you had noticed a little, too. Most guys tended to scarper when Javi walked in. A few of them would even apologise to him and you for thinking differently.

Eventually, when he asked you on a date, you said yes.

He was so nervous. Imagine; Javier Peña, nervous around a woman. Even the heavens wouldn’t believe it.

But he was.

He’d asked after he dropped you off at your apartment. His palms were sweating, his mind was racing, and you were right in front of him.

But the moment you smiled, his nerves eased.

You smiled at him, nodded and said; “I’d love to.”

He smiled back, a little more confident, and before you opened your door, you kissed his cheek.

“Goodnight, Javi.”

“Night, hermosa.”

As you closed your door, leaning against it, you smiled but you knew.

You were in deep trouble.

It didn’t take too long before you were both…intimate with one another. Four dates, in fact. It was longer than either of you had presumed but it kinda made sense. Mostly, the dates went as follows:

You’d both ask questions which the other would answer, just simply wanting to know more. Then, you’d take turns picking the restaurant or bar. Next, you’d both head back to the coffee shop - the temp waitress had a family to get back to in the late nights - where you’d wrap your apron around your waist and serve the last couple cups of coffee to the night owls. Finally, Javi would either walk or drive you home (usually walk since he could hold your hand or wrap an arm around your waist) and finally would kiss you goodnight.

It felt different.

You’d gone on dates before but…they didn’t feel like this. Like…it was the first time but it was also the millionth.

It felt…natural.

Homely.

A couple more weeks passed and you’d see Javier at least once a day. He always pop into the cafe to either kiss you good morning (when you hadn’t spent the night together - which was a rareity) or to kiss you goodnight which, you weren’t ashamed to admit would always turn into something more.

One morning, as Javi lay back in bed, the cover draped over his lower half, he watched as you got dressed by the end of the bed.

But that was when he noticed them.

How he hadn’t before shocked him. It was like he studied every inch of you - and not only in the night but that morning too - and yet, how did they slip by him.

“Hermosa?”

You smiled at the nickname before turning to look at him over you shoulder. You just wished you both had the day off.

“The marks…”

It took you a moment to realise what he was talking about. But then it hit you.

A memory you wished to forget.

“They’re just from…” you contemplated telling him.

He’d understand, right? He never confirmed it fully but you knew he worked as DEA. He’d understand carry a couple extra physical scars from a job, right?

“They’re nothing, Javi.”

You heard him shuffle around before you finally felt his hand on your back, tracing them before placing a soft kiss onto a couple, brushing your hair from your shoulders.

You felt yourself melt into him, his other hand now reaching around your stomach to capture the other side of your waist.

Slowly, you both lay back but then you remembered.

You had a job.

Unfortunately.

Javi groaned. He had one, too.

You pressed a few kisses to his lips before he moved from on top of you and headed for the bathroom, him leaving you resting on your forearms with a huge blush across your cheeks.

God, you were falling.

Hard.

It would be a while longer until Javier would find out the truth behind those scars; Find out the story that came with them and you.

And it wasn’t in any way either of you thought it would happen.

4 months later…

The sun was still burning hot over Columbia. Thankfully, however, the humidity was becoming less close and claustrophobic.

Yourself and Javi had been going pretty strong. You had met Steve and Connie - albeit a little surprisingly.

One of your waitresses had cut their hand whilst cutting up some of the breads for lunch later that day. Connie had been passing on the street with Olivia when one of the customers ran out asking for a nurse or doctor.

Connie came rushing inside.

After asking for your first aid kit and a space away from the customers, she handed you Olivia who you stood with in the kitchen as Connie cleaned out the wound and did what was necessary.

“You’re lucky. It doesn’t need stitches. Just keep it wrapped and clean.”

Your waitress, Elena, looked to you confused. You translated in Spanish and she nodded before thanking Connie.

You gave Elena the rest of the day and offered Connie a cup of coffee and some food on the house. She thanked you before sitting down at one of the tables and placing Olivia on her lap.

Yet, by the time you finished up, Javi had come strolling in and was a little shocked to find Connie sat inside.

And, as suspected, Connie was shocked to find Javi there, too. But then it began to make sense.

The smell off the coffee shop - it was Javi.

It was you.

Later that night, after Connie had insisted, you sat down and had a double date with Connie and Steve at a local place.

Steve was glad Peña had finally found someone. As much as he himself had enjoyed the single life, there was just something about being married. About having someone to go to when things got too tough.

And, this was something, if Steve ever said it out loud, Jacier would have to agree with.

Sometimes it was like you were the only thing keeping him breathing. Keeping his mind awake when all it wanted to do was drown in the crime and the cases he delt with on a daily basis.

The last six months, from the moment of meeting, it had felt like bliss.

But sometimes it felt like Javi was waiting for the other shoe to drop. And, although you never voiced it, you did, too.

And finally, late one night in the coffee shop, it did.

Javi had worked later than he’d wished to have done. His paperwork had kept him back, making seven typing errors in one sentence.

Most of the time, he wouldn’t bother. But with Messina…everything had to be up to code.

And legible.

But as he walked up the street, he found flashing lights outside your coffee shop, a waitress sat by the ambulance getting patched up and no sign of you.

His heart dropped.

“Peña?”

One of the cops recognised him. “I wasn’t aware we’d called the DEA.”

“You…what happened?”

“Oh, uh, robbery. Or, attempted. Two shooters. One deceased.”

“And the other?”

“Hospital.”

“How?”

“The owner faught. One of them came from the back and sneaked up on her. She said she was fine and needs to go home. We’re gonna bring her in for questioning tomorrow.”

Peña nodded, trying his best to keep a clear mind. So you was okay? Why hadn’t you called him?

As quickly as he could, he ran to his car and sped down the roads towards your apartment. But the closer he seemed to get, the more he began to panic.

You had faught?

It wasn’t that he was surprised but…no, he was surprised. Most people when met with two armed gun men didn’t exactly fight against them. Especially when the only other person in the shop had been knocked clean out and now had a severe concussion.

But you had faught. You had, what? Killed one gun man and injured the other?

This seemed more than just a robbery, to Peña. He didn’t exactly know why. Maybe it was the fact that the toll hadn’t even been touched. Maybe it was the fact that they’d knocked out one of the waitresses. Maybe it was the gun they had been using - Peña saw them as they got taken in for evidence.

This couldn’t have just been a robbery.

Peña didn’t bother knocking. He knew where you kept the spear key and he knew the code.

He shouted your name as he entered, shutting the door behind him. “Honey?!”

Javier had to double back as he passed the enterence to you living room. There you were, sat on the sofa, blood splattered across your body, hair, arms and clothes. You had a first aid kit open in front of you. Javier could see the bloody gauzes in a pile in the table.

“I’m fine-“

He rushed in, pulling you up and hugging you. God, he thought you might have been dead. That the cop had got it wrong and he’d decided to just hear what he wanted to.

But he didn’t.

You were here.

You were alive.

Are.

“Cariño,” Javi’s voice was soft as he took you in. Any anger he had right now could be saved for later. All that mattered was that you was alive.

You pulled back from him to sit back down. You needed to clean the wound.

One of the gun men had got you. Thankfully it wasn’t too bad and since it was night, you got away with telling the cop the stain on your uniform was from the kitchens.

Peña pushed the first aid beside him as he sat on your coffee table, you knees interlocked with his.

“It doesn’t hurt?” He asked you after a couple of minutes. He was shocked. Most men he’d met would be at least grunting in pain by now.

You shook your head.

Something changed in Javi. His back became straighter, his gaze more focused.

“Those scars. How did you get them?”

“Javi.”

“There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“They’re nothing-“

“Bullshit.”

You stared him down. He wouldn’t budge.

“How did you fight? Those men. One is dead and the other will probably do so in hospital. What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Y/N.”

You bursted. You tried your best to look away as Javi questioned you but when he said your name…

“I was a cop, alright!” You hadn’t meant for it to sound so loud.

Javi just looked at you. You hadn’t told him? Was this how you got the scars?

You sighed as you looked down. Well, it was out in the open now.

“I was a cop, back in the states. FBI.” You explained, your voice a little quieter now. “I had a partner, a couple years back. We had been working on a case for months. Turns out, all the information, all the insider stuff he’d found - it had come from him. He wanted into their circle. The people I had seen die, everyone’s families and children and friends had all died because he was the mole. He would tell the group where to find the families, he’d tell us he knew where the groups would be that night. Then he’d go back and inform them that we were on our way. It as fucked up.”

Javi waited for you to continue.

“Look, I felt something was wrong so I tailed him one night. I put a call in and somehow…he found me one night. He caught be by the shipyard. When my agents finally turned up, I was almost dead. When I woke up in hospital, a guy came in. CIA. I had a bag packed, my life covered up and a plane ticket to wherever I wanted to go.”

“So you came to Columbia?”

“My sister stopped over for three days and I stayed. I don’t know what made me but I did. An agent found me a job at a local place since I wasn’t ready to go into the field or anywhere near it. The job stuck and then I decided to buy the place.”

“And the guys?”

“Local gang, I guess. They look into everyone’s background and they must have thought something was up with mine.”

“Did they say anything?”

“Just that I was American and that I had a dirty secret.”

“They know you were a fed?”

You shook your head. “Probably thought I was an informant or some shit.”

Javier nodded. You could see the worry in his eyes.

“I’m fine, Javi.”

“You could have told me, you know.”

You looked at him. Maybe. Maybe you could have told him earlier. Maybe you should have told him earlier. But what would that have done? Make him worry more? Make him panic when you were left alone?

You’d been in Columbia a good few years before you met Javi. You were one of the best agents the FBI had in the field and - if you ever wanted it - there was a job waiting for you at the FBI in the states, the CIA or, probably now, the DEA.

You were protected. By your career, by your knowledge, by your skills and by the fact that you entire past had been burried so deep, not even the Pentagon had access to it.

Your gaze was both soft and serious.

“I’m telling you now.”

Over the next hour, Javi went to your bathroom and grabbed a fresh face cloth before getting a bowl of warm water. Sitting back in his place on the table, he held your chin softly, Turing your face so he could wipe away the splats of dried blood.

Once he finished, he placed the cloth down and turned back when he felt your hand grip his.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Javi just nodded, interlocking his knees with yours once more. “I get it. I do. I just wish…”

“I know.”

You both shared a look with one another. It didn’t need to be said out loud.

Peña leaned in, and pressed a secure kiss to your lips.

You would be okay.

You are alive.

And, over time, more stories would be revealed. What happened on certain jobs, what scars came from where, what they signified…

But in this moment; it didn’t matter.

All of that could wait until tomorrow.

For tonight, he wanted to show you what you meant to him. He’d say the words soon enough, but right now, he just needed to show you.

And you were okay with that.

After all, you felt the exact same way.

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Megumi is brought to beautiful rooms like this to suffer

may or may not be obsessed with @lyrebirdswrites' fic slaughterhouse it's been living in my head absolutely rent-free and I wanted to pay it homage <3

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virescent-v · 1 year

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Bars & Bets

A/N: A bar, a bet, and one night of absolute debauchery.

Emily Prentiss x reader (includes y/n). 18+ ONLY. Warnings: use of pet names, graphic detail of sex, some dom/sub themes, use of restraints.

Word Count: 5,798

You could feel the bass of the club music rushing through your chest, your heart galloping to speed up to match the pace. There was something so electrifying about being surrounded by people of all types, dancing, having a good time. You didn’t need to know their stories, hell, even their names, to have a good time.

After the week you’ve had, all you want is a stiff drink (or four) and to let loose. If you found someone to spend a few songs with, or even the night with, that was fine by you. But it wasn’t what you were worried about looking for.

Making your way to the overcrowded bar, you pulled on the hem of the little red dress you were wearing. It was shorter than you were used to wearing, but you couldn’t deny how sexy it made you feel. It showcased your strong thighs and made your legs look like they went on for days. Matched with the high heels you were wearing, your makeup a tad darker and smokier than normal, you knew you were going to turn heads tonight. Men and women.

While you appreciated the hungry gaze of men, the way their eyes would travel over you, hopeful glints in their eyes that they would be the lucky one to take you home, you had no interest. It was the lustful gaze of women, the softness of their skin, the sounds you could pull from their throats, that made you a needy mess.

Flagging down the bartender, you ordered a simple vodka cran. Easy enough to sip on while your eyes peered around the bar. While there were a few hopeful men looking at you, none of them caught your gaze enough to consider entertaining them for a free drink. As your eyes traveled back to the other end of the bar, you noticed you were being stared at by two people, together.

One was tall, dark, and handsome. His eyes traveled over you, stopping to linger on your chest. You could tell he was the type to go after a woman, be incredibly charming, get her back to her place, and be gone before she woke up. Likely to never be heard from again. You could see other women in the bar mustering up the courage to even go talk to him, but he was staring at you. And while that was a nice thought, you were more interested in the stunning brunette beside him.

She was breathtaking. Dark hair and even darker eyes. A killer smile. Slightly taller than you, but still fairly petite. She had this air about her that screamed ‘dominant.’ While her stance was confident, you could tell that she wasn’t really in her element in this place. She was more of a dive-bar, dimly lit, pool tables and beer kind of girl. She was wearing black pants that were incredibly tight and a white blouse, unbuttoned enough that you could see the edge of a lacy black bra peeking through.

You could tell the two of them were friends. There wasn’t much exaggerated chemistry between them. While the man was staring at you, the woman kept glancing at you, but was talking to him. It seemed like she was egging him on, almost as if it was a dare. You couldn’t wait for him to make his way to you. Hopefully you could get a free drink out of him before you crushed his hopes of taking you home.

Finishing your first drink, you turned back to the bar, flagging down the bartender.

“How about I buy you your next drink, baby girl?”

You smiled to yourself before schooling your features and turning around to face him. Bingo.

You looked up at the man that you had seen staring at you from across the bar. A bright smile on his face. You could see how women wanted him. “That would be nice, thanks. I’m y/n,” you said, reaching out for his hand.

“Derek. Nice to meet you, beautiful.”

His hand was warm, but you felt nothing. You decided to have a little more fun with him before sending him on his way. “So, Derek, who’s the girl over there that was betting you to come over here?”

His laugh was deep, barely audible over the loud music of the bar. He gestured back over to the woman in question. You caught her eyes, smiling as she blushed a bit, as if she knew you two were talking about her. “That’s Emily. She’s just a friend from work. She didn’t want to come out alone tonight.”

You turned back to Derek. “So, you came over here and left her alone? Not a very good wingman if you ask me,” you said, eyebrow raised.

Derek raised his hands a little. “She can take care of herself.”

You glanced back over to the beautiful brunette. “I’m sure she can,” you mumbled.

You turned back to Derek as you felt his hand settle on your hip. “So, baby girl, how about a dance?”

You almost felt bad for what you were about to do. Almost.

“Derek, while a dance sounds lovely, I’m actually not interested.” You said, removing his hand from where it was starting to caress your side.

His eyebrows scrunched up adorably. He looked utterly confused, as if he wasn’t used to women avoiding and denying his advances.

You looked at him, giving him a little smile as you said, “While I enjoy your company, Derek, I am far more interested in that beautiful coworker of yours, if you catch my drift. Plus, there is a stunning blonde on the other side of the bar that has been staring daggers into my head since you walked over here. I think she might be the better option for you tonight.”

Derek laughed loudly, his head thrown back a little. “Fair enough, y/n. It was nice meeting you. And tell Emily I owe her twenty bucks.”

“I will,” you laughed. “Have a great night, Derek.”

“You too, y/n. Take care of her, yeah? It’s been a rough week.”

You raised your glass to him, sauntering over to where he’d left Emily. She was sitting at a table, watching you with curious eyes as you approached. She hadn’t moved from her spot and no one had joined her. For that, you were thankful.

“Derek says he owes you twenty dollars,” you said with a smile. “I’m y/n.”

Her face immediately lit up with a smile as she tossed her hair back from her face with a laugh. Now that laugh, it did something to you. But nothing like her voice did. “I love betting against him. I hardly ever lose,” she said. Her voice was deep enough to send chills down your spine.

You took a sip of your drink, your curiosity getting the best of you. “And what was this bet I was seemingly a part of?”

Emily smirked at you, looking you up and down a little. You felt your cheeks heat up a little under the scrutiny. “I bet him that he couldn’t get you to dance with him. That you would turn him down in under five minutes. I was right.”

You laughed, not surprised that she was able to read you so well. Something about her told you that she was great at reading people, just like you were. “That’s a good bet. If you had only bet that I would much prefer your company than his, you could’ve doubled your win,” you said, letting your eyes travel down her body, lingering on her chest, before sliding down to her pants, which you could now tell were leather. You licked your lips. You wanted to touch, slide your hands up them.

When you looked back up, Emily was looking at you with a mix of awe and lust. Like she didn’t think you’d be so forward. It made you giddy with the anticipation of what could happen tonight, if she was willing. You were curious to see if she was as dominant as you thought she’d be, or if she’d surprise you and let you take control for the night.

“Do you want to dance with me, y/n?”

You smiled as you finished off your drink. “After you, Emily.”

She grabbed your hand and led you out onto the dance floor, pulling you into the sea of people already out there pulsating and sweaty to the thick beats of the music. You started off facing her, your arms coming up to wrap around her shoulders, moving your hips to the music. You could feel how tense she was, as if she’d never really danced with another woman at a club before. Leaning in, you whispered in her ear, “Relax for me, Emily. Feel the music, feel me, and let go.”

Emily’s hands shot up to your hips, feeling them sway left and right. Eventually, she started to move with you, her movements a little choppy at first. You grinned at her, pulling her closer to you, essentially forcing her hips to move with and against yours. You could feel the goosebumps erupt over her skin at your proximity. As the song progressed, you could feel Emily start to fully relax into the music, letting her body lead you both in a dance that was leaving you breathless.

As the song transitioned from one with a heavy bass line to one with much sexier r-n-b vibe, Emily leaned in close to you and said, “turn around,” with such a note of authority that you didn’t imagine saying no.

Once you turned around, Emily grabbed your hips and pulled you back into her. Your ass nestled tightly against her front, your back pressed against her chest. You could feel her hardened nipples through both layers of your clothing. Your chest started heaving. You knew she was dominant and you were excited to see more of her controlling side.

You started moving your hips, whining and grinding against the solid body behind you. Your one hand gripped Emily’s thigh behind you, pulling her impossibly closer to you. You could feel her breath on your neck, it sending shivers down your spine. You let out an inaudible gasp as Emily leaned closer and started kissing her way up your neck, stopping to whisper in your ear, loud enough to be heard over the music. “Such a tease, wearing such a short dress. Tell me, y/n, are you even wearing anything underneath it?”

Your head leaned back against the strong shoulder behind you. Emily’s one hand remained on your hips, forcing you to keep up with the music, while the other started to roam. Thankfully, with how packed the club was, no one was really paying attention as her hand ghosted over your chest. You moaned out loud when her hand constricted around your throat. “Answer me, pretty girl.”

From where your head was leaned back against her shoulder, you just turned it to the side to whisper in her ear. If she wanted to tease, you could, too. “No, Em. No panties. You would’ve ruined them by now anyways.”

Emily quickly turned you around to face her, an almost evil glint in her eyes, her tongue wetting her lips. Her hand came back up to your face, running her thumb across your lips. Emily’s breath caught in her throat as you intensely connected your eyes, sucking her thumb into your mouth, running your tongue around it. Emily moved her hand back down to your throat, squeezing gently, while looking at you. “Naughty girl, going commando under this dress. What if someone sees what is so clearly mine?”

You looked at Emily faux-innocently, batting your eyelashes. “Well, maybe, you should take me home and prove it is yours, then.”

Emily smirked at you, before turning you back around in her arms. She forced your stance a little wider, thrusting one of her legs between yours. You could feel the heat of her leg pressed up against your uncovered pussy, knowing you were leaving a trail of juices on the leather of her thigh. It made you whimper as you started to grind against her.

“Or, y/n, how about I make you so wet, so needy, right here in the middle of this dance floor, that you’re begging for me to take you here in front of all of these people?”

You grinded down harder against her thigh, your movements sped up to match the pace of the beat of the music and the thumping of your pulse. If that’s what Emily was intending to do, you knew it wasn’t going to be long before you brought truth to what she said.

Emily’s hands started trailing lightly across your body, the pressure never enough to satisfy, only to leave you wanting. When her hands gripped your hips and forced you down harder on her thigh, you couldn’t help the salacious moan that left your mouth. You could feel the dark chuckle Emily let out even if you couldn’t hear it. “Such a greedy little slut. Rubbing yourself against me in a room full of people. I bet you want them all to watch you come undone against me.”

Oh, god. You didn’t have an exhibitionist bone in your body, but the thought of other people watching you as you came apart at Emily’s hands was enough to make your arousal pound throughout your body.

This time, you did hear Emily laugh. “I knew it. Such a whore. Too bad no one will watch you come except for me, understood?” Emily growled at you.

“Yes, ma’am, I understand,” you panted, trying to turn around to catch her lips.

Except Emily had such a grip on your hips it was impossible to turn around. All you wanted right now was to kiss her, have her smother your moans with her lips.

“Em, kiss me, please,” you said, still trying to catch her in a kiss.

She laughed against your neck, her lips slowly grazing over the sensitive skin there. “That’s what I’m doing, pretty girl.”

You let out a frustrated groan, “that’s not what I mean and you know it.”

“I know, baby. But be a good girl for me and keep dancing against me,” Emily said, as she pulled you tighter against her.

Every sense of yours seemed to be heightened. You could feel the music in your chest, you could smell Emily’s perfume, feel her hands gripping tightly to you, feel the whisper of her breath on the skin of your neck. All of it was beginning to be almost too much. You could feel yourself getting wetter as each moment passed. All you wanted was for Emily to kiss you, take you home, and then take you.

You were hardly able to get any friction from grinding against Emily’s leg, her pants being coated in your essence. You tried to grind down harder, faster, anything to get you some relief, but nothing was working.

As if she could feel your frustration rising, Emily finally turned you around towards her, breaking the contact between you and her leg. “You look so pretty when you’re desperate, y/n,” she said, winding a hand into the hair at the base of your neck, pulling your faces closer together. Her breath was hot against yours, both of you worked up, your panting almost matching the thumping of your racing pulse.

“Emily, please-” you started.

Before you could finish begging, Emily crashed your lips together. The kiss was sloppy, teeth and tongues crashing against each other. You only pulled away once you needed some air. “Take me home, now, Emily. Please.” You didn’t care about pleading anymore. You just needed her to touch you. Make you come. However she wanted to, it didn’t matter, as long as you got to.

Wordlessly, Emily grabbed your hand, dragging you from the bar. Before you made it out of the club, you caught a teasing glint from Derek. He raised his glass to you in a silent cheers as Emily pulled you through the door.

—--

The ride back to Emily’s apartment was littered with tantalizing touches. She kept it pretty tame, all things considered, as not to alert the driver. But, with how worked up you’d been at the club, every little touch drove you closer and closer to insanity.

Emily had snuggled up close to your side, her breath hot and provoking at your ear. She kept whispering indecencies as her hand started teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You subtly thrusted your hips forward, trying to get her fingers closer to your core.

“Tsk, tsk. Trying to get my fingers to touch your needy cunt in this cab? Such a bad girl, y/n,” Emily whispered.

You had to catch the moan in your throat otherwise the driver would’ve definitely known what was happening in his backseat. You looked at Emily, a knowing, sinful grin on her face. It made you needier. “Please, Emily,” you whispered back, thrusting your hips more aggressively towards her fingers. She was right there.

Emily growled, her grip on your thigh almost bruising. “No. Now stop before I have to remind you who’s in control tonight.”

While you knew it would probably end in punishment, you couldn’t take the build up of pressure anymore. Your own hand started to travel down, teasing the skin on the opposite thigh that Emily had a grip on. The combination of slight pain and enticement of your feather light touch was enough to force your hips to move again of their own volition. Your hand had just creeped under the edge of your dress before Emily grabbed your wrist in a forceful grasp, making you wince in pain.

“I said no, y/n. You’ll pay for that when we get back to my place.” The look in Emily’s eye was dangerous, but you couldn’t help but be even more turned on. You were sure your juices were staining your dress at this point.

When the cab pulled up to Emily’s, she almost pushed you out of the car. Grabbing your hand, she pulled you up the stairs and into her apartment, slamming the door behind her. Emily shoved you into the wall beside the entrance way, gripping your throat in her hands. While it was a little rough, it wasn’t anything you didn’t want, didn’t need.

“Such a desperate, needy whore you were being during the cab ride. For that, you’ve just earned yourself a spanking, little one. Come with me,” she said, pulling you with her toward her bedroom.

She stood at the end of her king size bed and turned to face you. “On your knees, princess.”

You walked up to her before slowly lowering yourself to the floor, head angled down, palms up on your thighs. You decided not to try your luck tonight. You’d be Emily’s good girl by the end of the night, no matter what it took.

Emily gripped your chin, tilting your face up to look at her. “You look so pretty on your knees for me, princess. You gonna be my good girl tonight?” She asked, thumb rubbing across your cheek.

Your face heated up with a little blush from the way that she was looking at you. Like you were her favorite possession. You hadn’t known her long, but you were lucky your eyes met in that club tonight. You nodded before softly saying, “yes, ma’am. I want to be good for you.”

Emily smiled so genuinely that you couldn’t help but smile back at her. It didn’t last long, however, once she gripped your hair in her fist tightly. She brought your face close to her leg, the one you had been grinding on at the club. “Look at my pants, y/n. Look how messy you’ve made them,” she tsked, sounding utterly disappointed.

Looking up at her from your position on the floor, you couldn’t help but whimper at the look on her face. Emily was in control. She owned you. “What can I do to make it up to you, ma’am?”

She smirked at you, for just a second, before bringing your face closer to her thigh. “Lick. Them. Clean.”

The moan you let out was filthy. You quickly stuck out your tongue, not wanting to displease her. At the first contact, you could taste yourself. You knew you were wet at the bar, but you hadn’t realized it was so intense. Your tongue swirled around her thigh, licking up every leftover trace of you. The hand that had lifted your chin was now tangled in your hair, guiding your face around her thigh. She only pulled your head back once her leather pants were glossy with your saliva. “Stand up, pretty girl.”

Emily helped pull you up from the floor, which you gave her a grateful smile for, since the hardwood left your knees a little aching. “Turn around.”

Once you had, you felt Emily’s hands brush your hair to one side. Her lips ghosted over the back of your neck as she started to slowly pull down the zipper of your dress. With each click of the metal zip, her lips would brush your skin down your back. It was making you needy in a different kind of way. You could feel the affection of her kisses on your overheated skin. It made you wonder if Emily was a romantic as much as she was a domme.

Once the zipper was completely undone, Emily pushed each side off your shoulders, letting the dress hit the floor. She turned you back around, taking in your completely nude form. The dress was too tight and too revealing to wear any sort of undergarments.

Emily’s eyes traversed slowly across all of your exposed skin, taking longer to linger at your ample chest, the swell of your stomach, and the light curls between your legs. It was such a heavy gaze, you could feel the hunger in it, a fire spreading across your nerve endings. You weren’t sure what Emily was planning to do to you, but as long as you got to come, you really didn’t care.

Making eye contact with you, Emily stripped off her own pants and shirt. She sat on the edge of the bed, gesturing at her lap. “Bend over, y/n. It’s time I make good on that spanking.”

You took in a shuddering breath as you felt yourself grow wetter in anticipation. Laying yourself over her lap, you flicked your hair to one side, looking back over your shoulder at her. Emily’s heavy gaze was zoned into your tight ass. Her hands started to grip and pull at your cheeks, getting used to the feel of you in her hands. She glanced quickly at you, “Count them. If you stop or miscount, we start over.”

You weren’t expecting the first smack against your ass to be so hard. You felt the ripple of your skin and knew that if she kept that pressure, you were going to have trouble sitting tomorrow. Lost in your own thoughts, you felt the next smack come down on your other cheek. “Looks like you just want more, don’t you, y/n?” Emily asked, smacking you hard on the same cheek she’d just hit.

“Shit,” you hissed. “One!”

You could hear the devilish grin on Emily’s mouth. “Good job, princess.”

You almost rolled your eyes at how arrogant she sounded. Before you could fire back, a swift slap against the bottom of your left cheek, close to your inner thigh reverberated throughout the room. “Two,” you groaned.

The pain was intense, almost pushing the edge of being too much. You wiggled your hips a little on Emily’s lap, trying to rid yourself of some of the sting. Before you could really get too much relief, you felt a finger at your core.

“Jesus, you’re so wet, baby.” Emily said, starting to play with your dripping juices. She rubbed her finger up and down, gathering your essence from your opening, spreading it around your lower lips, stopping only briefly to rub at your clit. The pressure was more playful than anything, not enough to get you off, but it was still welcomed. “Just a few more, sweetheart. Then I’ll make you come so hard you forget your own name,” Emily said. She pulled her hand away from your cunt, using that one to strike you again. The slickness of her finger adding to the sting against you.

“Three,” you panted. You really hoped she was done at five.

The next slap came down hard on the spot she’d already hit, the pain slicing through you quickly. You could only imagine how red your ass looked. “Four!” Your voice starting to turn hoarse from screaming.

The last slap caught you the most off guard. Instead of striking you against the skin of your ass, Emily’s hand had mostly made contact with your sopping pussy lips. That one made you mostly moan out of arousal rather than pain. “Five, ma’am. Thank you.”

Emily used both hands to rub against your ass, massaging the reddened skin. “Good girl, taking those spanks so well.” She gripped both of your cheeks in her hands. “Your ass looks so good, pretty and red with my hand prints,” she whispered, admiring her own handy work.

Emily helped pull you up, settling you down against her sheets, you wincing a little at how tender your backside was. Emily caught it. “You okay, y/n?” She looked a little concerned, which you didn’t want.

“I’m good, Em,” you cleared your hoarse throat. “More than okay. I’ll let you know if it’s too much.”

Emily smiled at you, before disappearing off the bed and into her closet. She returned with a shoe box of what you could only assume was fun things.

Emily first pulled out a satin sleep mask, holding it up for your perusal. At your slight nod, she placed it over your eyes, rendering you unable to see. “If, at any point, you do not like what I am doing, I want you to safeword out. What do you want to use for your safeword?”

You took a deep breath, licking your lips. “I use the stoplight method to check in, but ‘vanilla’ is my hard stop, ma’am.”

“Good. If, at any point, you want to stop, you say vanilla or red or tap me anywhere on my body three times and I will stop. There will be no punishments for stopping or using your safeword. Understand?” Emily asked.

You appreciated the check in. It wasn’t needed; you knew you could just say ‘stop’ and she would. Even with only knowing Emily for a few hours, you trusted her. “I understand. If I want to stop, I say vanilla, red, or tap you three times.”

“Good girl.”

Emily lifted your hands above your head, fastening them to the headboard with something soft, likely padded cuffs from what you could tell.

Once she made sure they were secure, you could hear the snapping of a closure or bottle of some sort. Shortly after, you could smell something minty. Before you could question her, you felt Emily’s hands on your body, starting at your shoulders and quickly moving downwards to your breasts. “Peppermint oil, princess. Relax.”

You could feel your body loosen with each pass of her hands over you. With your eyesight being taken from you, it felt like all of your senses were heightened. The smell of the oil was strong, but not overpowering. Mint was one of your favorite smells. It also forced your mind into overdrive, trying to figure out where Emily’s hands would end up next, what they would be doing to you also being a mystery.

As Emily’s hands slid over your breasts, you released a lung full of air. You’d never been so turned on from such a simple massage before. “Please, Em,” you said, wiggling your hips a little, trying to get some traction between your thighs.

“Patience, baby. I’ll get you there, don’t worry,” she said.

You almost groaned in frustration. You knew Emily would be good on her word, but you wanted to come now.

When you felt her hands leave your body, you could hear her shuffling around in the box she’d brought out with her.

“You can come when you want to, princess. But once you start, you’re not stopping until I say so,” Emily said, immediately putting the wand against your clit and turning it on.

You had to stop yourself from screaming at the vibration on your oversensitive clit. She hadn’t even really touched you yet, but Emily knew how to play your body so well. She made sure to never keep the pressure in one spot for too long, finding entertainment in watching the way your hips gyrated to get the vibrator right where you wanted it.

You could feel your wetness seeping out of you, pooling onto the sheets below you. You hadn’t been this keyed up in so long. “Please, ma’am, please touch my clit,” you begged, trying to press down harder on the vibrator.

“Hm, you’re so pretty when you’re desperate for me, baby.”

Your next words got choked on a grunt as Emily finally put the vibrator against you, turning the speed setting up a notch. Your head rolled back against the pillows as you thrusted your hips down, increasing the pressure. You knew with just one more second, you were going to come.

But you weren’t so lucky. Right before your body had a chance to contract and let go, Emily removed the vibrator.

The whimper that left your throat was embarrassing to even your own ears. You have never been so ready, so desperate, to come for someone before. You could feel the tears of frustration welling in your eyes.

“Aw, princess, don’t pout. Edging always makes the orgasms that much sweeter…that much stronger,” Emily said, rubbing the outside of your thigh, hoping to ease the discomfort of your missed finish. Her hands traveled lightly over your skin, keeping you worked up, but settling the fire within you just a little.

As Emily’s hands made contact with your breasts, squeezing, pinching, and rolling your nipples between her fingers, her mouth made contact with yours. The kiss was slow, gentle almost, but sinful enough to make you see stars. Emily kissed you intensely, her tongue making passes against yours; she tasted like her drink from the bar and something else, something her, that drove you wild.

After kissing you breathless, Emily trailed one of her hands down, lightly circling your clit causing your hips to jump. She did not linger at your swollen bud long before moving down to your pussy, thrusting two fingers inside quickly.

“Fuck, Emily,” you moaned.

“I love hearing my name from that mouth of yours, pretty girl. Make sure to say it when you come for me.”

The pace she set was just what you needed; fast, hard, and deep. She was scissoring her fingers back and forth making you stretch to fit her. Within a few strokes, she found that special spot inside of you that had your back arching off of the bed and pulling at your restraints.

“Hm,” Emily chuckled. “You’re going to come so hard for me, princess.”

Your mouth opened as if to moan, but your voice wasn’t working. You could only focus on the feel of Emily inside, thrusting, twisting, and stretching you open. With each brush of her fingers against your g-spot, you could feel the pressure tightening, threatening to snap. “Ugh, Em,” you panted, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Like you couldn’t get enough air.

“I know. You’re almost there. It’s going to be so good, baby.”

With the click of the vibrator, the incredible fucking Emily was doing, and the fact that you just needed to come so badly, you almost lost it right then.

“Aw, honey. You’re so close, aren’t you? You gonna come for me?” Emily sweetly said, each word emphasized by a hard thrust into you.

You couldn’t speak, opting to just aggressively nod in confirmation. You were almost there.

“When you’re done coming, I’m going to sit on that pretty face of yours. I’m going to ride you until you make me come. Now come, y/n,” Emily growled, pressing the vibrator harder against your clit, rubbing at that sweet spot inside of you faster.

“Emily!”

Your back bowed so hard it felt like you were bent in half. Your legs clamped together, holding Emily in place. But that didn’t stop her from continuing to rub your g-spot inside, flicking her fingers back and forth quickly.

“Let go, all the way. Give it all to me.”

The pressure was all encompassing. Overwhelming. With a quick bite to the swell of your breast, you came. Hard. Fluids gushing out of you, soaking Emily’s hand, her lap, and the sheets below you. “Fuck! Emily!”

Emily brought you down from your orgasm gently, rubbing your body to bring you down. But you were so worked up you couldn’t control the shaking. Quickly undoing your restraints and blindfold, Emily gathered you up in her arms, holding you close to her, whispering sweet words of encouragement in your ears. “Good girl, honey. You came so well for me,” she said.

You snuggled in closer to her chest, trying to catch your breath. You don’t think you’ve ever been fucked so well before. Never had someone read your body the way Emily did.

“Was that the first time you’ve ever-” Emily started.

“Yes. My god, Em. I didn’t even think that was possible,” you chuckled, still breathing hard.

You could feel Emily smile against the top of your head. “Well, it was definitely possible. I’m glad I got to be your first.”

Hopefully you’ll be my second…and third…and last.

You paused, tensed a little.

Whoa, where did that thought come from?

“Y/n? You okay?”

Of course Emily could feel your muscles contract. “Yeah, Em. Just realized I still owe you that orgasm, but I don’t think I can move,” you tried to hide behind another little giggle.

“Oh, don’t worry, princess. You can sleep. And repay me in the morning.”

You tilted your head up, searching for Emily’s eyes. When you caught them, you almost gasped at how much affection you saw in them. You wondered if she was having the same thoughts that you were. The genuine smile on her face made you smile back.

“I look forward to it, ma’am,” you smirked.

Cuddling back into her chest, you sighed with contentment.

Thank god for bars and bets.

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss x you #virescent v fanfic #v writes #this is kind of like really smutty #i am not even the slightest bit ashamed #but next fic will be something cute and fluffy i feel lmfao #but like im just a simple gal loving a fictional fbi agent #im also taking requests if anyone has any ideas :)#thanks for reading friends!!

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cat-astrophicgem · 10 months

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In need of someone to write this fic bc I’m incapable:

what I truly need to the very CORE of my being is FBI!Stiles saving Eli from imminent death like maybe he was kidnapped and the pack is looking for him and maybe stiles is undercover and hears about this kid with a last name Hale who also happens to be a werewolf (that’s sus) and then blows his cover to save him cause he has to KNOW and obviously stiles is badass, he’s been an agent for YEARS and Eli calls derek aka dad and is like “hey this guy saved me” and maybe he FaceTimes him and then Derek sees stiles OKAY and maybe there is CCTV footage of stiles saving eli and everyone sees WHO KNOWS that’d be crazy

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #scott mcall #lydia martin #sheriff stilinski #the rest of the pack #prompt??#fanfic #please #fbi stiles #eli hale #bamf stiles fics

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littlesolo · 4 months

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FBI Fic - In the ON and OFF Hours

Chapter Twelve: Team Building

Summary: Team building exercises somehow manage to achieve the opposite.

#isobel castille #maggie bell #maggie/isobel #magbel #fbi fic

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chartreuseblueandyellow · 11 months

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As they were about to enter the JOC, Maggie's phone rang, and pulling it out of her back pocket, saw it was an unknown number.

She gave OA a look to go on without her, and nodding, he followed after the other two.

“Maggie Bell,” she answered.

“Maggie,” a small voice filled with relief replied. “Hi.”

Maggie paused, eyes trailing where OA had just been.

“Amira?”

#fbi cbs #maggie x oa #oa x maggie #maggie bell #oa zidan #fbi fic

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trashpandafiction · 10 months

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Safest Place To Hide - Two

Summary: Avery McCall witnesses a murder that is linked to one of the biggest crime organizations in New York, and when she helps the FBI identify and catch the bigger players, she becomes a target. Being the key witness for the upcoming trial, she's forced into hiding at a secluded upstate cabin with her appointed guardian, Jubal Valentine. It's not the ideal situation, but as they spend more time together, they don't mind it nearly as much, and even start to enjoy their time together. With the looming trial and growing feelings between Jubal and Avery, an open-and-shut case becomes a little more complicated. Pairings: Jubal Valentine/OFC Word Count: 1,949 Warnings: Mentions of violence/blood, guns. A/N: A wee bit shorter than the first one and a bit of a filler? I hope you're all enjoying it so far! If you’d like to be tagged in future updates, just let me know! Please do not redistribute my work without my permission! Reblogging is fine with credit intact.

Two

A few days had passed before Avery was asked to come to the station to look at a line-up. She pulled on a pair of jeans and a baggy sweatshirt; her hair was in a low side braid, so it was out of her face. She slid on her sneakers and drove herself to the police station. She forced herself out of the car and walked up to the door, but when she got there, she felt sick to her stomach. She knew that the men who killed Dom and Damian were likely in this building, and she didn’t know if she could do this. As she turned to go back to her car, she saw Maggie in the lobby, talking with one of the officers who had interviewed her. She just needed to walk in; one step at a time. She took a deep breath and opened the door, walking inside and over to Maggie and the officer.

“Avery, hey. Do you remember Officer Calloway?” she asked with a small smile.

“Yeah.” Avery nodded, putting her hands in her back pockets. “Am I late?”

“No, you’re not late. Come on back with us and we’ll get you briefed.” Officer Calloway said.

She went with them to the elevators and rode up to the main floor. When they entered the squad room, she saw Jubal talking with another one of the detectives who had interviewed her days ago. When he saw her, he gave her a warm smile before getting back to his conversation. Officer Galloway led her and Maggie into a small interview room, then spoke up,

“We’ll come and get you when they’re ready.” He gave them a nod and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

There were two large windows that looked out onto the squad room, so Avery sat in a chair that faced away from them.

Maggie closed the blinds to the windows and moved to sit across from her.

“Thank you.” she said softly.

“You’re welcome.” She nodded. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m here.” She said and smiled some.

There was a knock at the door and when it opened, Jubal stepped inside. “Hey, thank you for coming.” He shut the door behind him and stood near the table that the women were at. “We’re trying to keep this as low-key as possible, and we figured doing a line-up at an FBI building might make that harder.”

Avery nodded and crossed one leg over the other. “Is this gonna be like it is on TV?” she asked.

“For the most part. When they’re ready, we’ll take you to the room with the big window and you’ll tell us which guys you saw, and then we can call go out for ice cream.” He said with a smile.

“Sounds easy enough.” She said and looked at her hands.

The door opened again, and Officer Calloway poked his head inside the room, “We’re ready.”

Avery felt that sick feeling in her stomach again as she stood up and followed Jubal and Maggie out of the room. They walked down a couple of hallways and then were taken into a small room that looked like it could barely hold 10 people. The viewing window almost went wall to wall and on the other side of the glass, was the room where the men would line up. It looked like the ones from the movies, but it felt a lot more intimidating than it seemed on screen.

“They’re gonna walk seven men into the room and they’ll line up against the far wall. There’s gonna be three different line-ups total, and if you need a break between any of them, you tell us.” Maggie explained.

She nodded and toyed with her sleeve. “Not to sound too cliché, but they can’t see me, right?” she asked softly.

“The only thing they’ll be able to see is their reflection.” Jubal said, moving to stand by the window.

She nodded and took a breath. “Alright, let’s get it over with.”

Officer Calloway left the room, shutting the door behind him. He headed to the other room so he could get the line-up started.

The first group walked in and lined up along the wall like Jubal had said. They all turned to look at the window and Avery felt her body tense.

“Do you recognize any of the men in that room?” Maggie asked.

She looked at them all and furrowed her brow. “Um, a couple of them look like the third guy, but I only saw him from the side.”

Jubal nodded and pressed a button on an intercom pad beside the window. “Turn to the right please.”

Once the men turned to their right, Avery narrowed her eyes. “Number four.”

“And where did you see number four?” Maggie asked.

“He went into the back of the store and got Damian’s bag.” She said.

Jubal knocked on the glass four times and then looked at Avery, “You’re doing great. Two more to go.”

The men were led out of the room and the next group came in, lining up against the back wall. They barely had a chance to face the window before she spoke again, “Five. I’m positive.”

“And where did you see number five?” Maggie asked her.

“That’s Val. He’s the one who shot Dom.” She answered.

Five knocks on the glass, and the group was led out of the room.

When the final group lined up along the wall, most of them looked bored or agitated; but number two was smirking and it made her feel sick to her stomach. She looked at the floor and took a breath, forcing herself not to bolt out of the room. She could feel his hands on her and his breath on her face, the ringing in her ears after he shot Dom and the blood spray.

Noticing her change in demeanor, Jubal hit the intercom button again. “You’re not posing for headshots, drop the expressions.”

Maggie touched her back gently. “Do you need a break?”

“No.” she shook her head. “Just…” she took another breath and looked back up at the line of men, right at number two. “Two. That’s Ryan Vecchio.”

“And where do you know him from?” she asked softly.

“He told me that if I stayed quiet, he’d let me live.” She replied before turning away from the window. “Is that all?”

Two knocks on the glass.

“That’s all. You did great.” Maggie said with a small smile.

“Why don’t you take her to get some water? I’ll go talk to Calloway.” Jubal said. He put his hand on Avery’s shoulder gently, “She’s right, you did great.” He knew that wasn’t going to make things better, but he wanted her to know that she was helping them.

Avery nodded and followed Maggie to the same room they started in, and she moved to the chair furthest from the door to sit down.

Maggie grabbed a bottle of water and gave it to her once she sat down. “Are you doing okay?” she asked, shutting the door.

“I feel like I’m either gonna pass out or throw up. Maybe both.” She replied.

“It’s not easy to face the people who hurt us or do terrible things in front of us. I know we already said it, but you did great, and this is a big step for the trial.” She explained.

Avery took a sip of water and then took another deep breath. The idea of a trial scared her, but she figured maybe it would be quick and they’d take a plea or something so she wouldn’t be needed anymore.

There was a knock and then the door opened, Jubal walking in. “We just need you to fill out two forms and then you’re free to go.” He sat at the table in the room and marked the places on the form where she needed to sign.

She scooted her chair closer to the table and looked at him, “Is this it?” She knew the answer, but there was still a naïve part of her that hoped they wouldn’t need to face those men again.

He looked at her and gave a slight shrug, “I can’t honestly say it is. These guys are unpredictable, sometimes they want to take a plea and be done with it, other times they want to go to trial because they think they can pay their way out.”

“What do you think they’ll do?” she asked him.

“In my experience, guys like that think they’re untouchable. But there’s a chance that they’ll turn on each other once they see the charges and the reality of things.” He slid the paperwork across the table to her and handed her a pen.

She nodded slowly and took the pen, signing her name on the lines that he had marked. She set the pen down on the papers and slid them back to him.

He thanked her when he took the papers and looked across at her. “We should know in the next few days whether we’re going to trial or not. We’ll be in contact with you if we do and we’ll let you know the next steps.”

“Okay.” She said and took another sip of water.

“Do you have any other questions or anything?” he asked her.

“None that I can think of. Do I need to do anything else today?” she asked.

“Nope, you’re free to go. I’ll walk you out though.” He said and stood up.

“I’ll take those forms to Calloway.” Maggie said, taking the papers from him. “You did great, Avery. Really.” She smiled softly and walked out of the room.

Avery followed Jubal out of the room and onto the elevator. She was quiet on the way down to the lobby, on the walk out of the building, and on the walk to her car. She looked over her shoulder a few times though, wanting to be sure that none of the men could see her. The looks didn’t go unnoticed by Jubal, and he tried to cheer her up a little bit,

“You know, the offer to go get ice cream still stands. Being FBI has its perks.” he said with a crooked grin.

She looked up at him and smiled a little as she unlocked her car. “I appreciate it, but I think I’m gonna head home and unwind a little bit.”

“Unwinding is a fair reward too.” He nodded. He opened the door for her and let her get into the car. “I know this is a lot to handle and deal with, so if you need anything, even just someone to listen, you’ve got my card.”

She got into the car and buckled up, looking up at him with a small smile. “I do. If I need anything, I’ll call. Who knows? Maybe you’ll regret giving me the card.” She joked.

“I guess we’ll see.” He said and nodded. “Get home safe, okay?”

“I will. Thank you.” She shut her door and started the car, then pulled out of the lot and headed home.

She took the long way, not wanting to go past the shop, or what was left of it. The windows had been boarded up and crime scene tape was still plastered around the building. She didn’t want the reminder of the murder, so the longer route was worth it. When she got home, she changed back into a pair of joggers and a baggy t-shirt, curled up on the couch under her favorite blanket and turned the TV on so she could get lost in her favorite guilty pleasure show for the rest of the night.

#(my writing.)#(fic: safest place to hide.)#jubal valentine x original female character #jubal valentine and ofc #jubal valentine x ofc #jubal valentine #jubal valentine fic #fbi cbs fic #fbi fic #fbi cbs

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