#i'm still working on jobs but at the moment the ones with question marks don't have set jobs

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LET'S GOOOOO! AN UPDATED STARTER-CALL LIST. PLEASE REACT TO AS MANY AS YOU WANT, I GOT A LOAD OF MUSES!

Alexander Lightwood | 29 | Detective 

Evan Buckley | 28 | Firefighter

T.K Strand | 28 | EMT

Richie Tozier | 24 | Comedian 

Max Mayfield | 23 | Social Worker

T.J Kippen | 21 | ?

Harry Hook | 23 | Chef

Marco Del Rossi | 21 | College Graduate, Law School (Works Part Time)

Max Baker | 19 | College Sophomore (Works Part-Time)

Matthew Murdock | 35 | Criminal Lawyer

Dean Winchester | 38 | Psychiatrist 

Emily Fitch | 19 | College Freshman (Works Part-Time)

Nick Nelson | 18 | College Freshman (Works Part-Time)

Simon Spier |19 | College Sophomore (Works Part-Time)

Katherine Pierce | 500+ | ?

Blaine Anderson | 22 | Singer at a Lounge 

Ginny Weasley | 21 | Elementary School Teacher 

Maria Vasquez | 25 | Works with her boyfriend

Heather Chandler | 23 | Works at a boutique/fashion designer 

Gabriel Boutin | 25 | French Ambassador 

Chishiya Shuntaro | 21 | Resident, In school to become a doctor.

Lillian Deville | 22 | Soccer Coach

Mercutio Alice | 27 | ?

Jim Hopper | 45 | Mayor of D.C

Eponine Thenadier | 25 | ?

Bob Belcher | 45 | Owns Bob’s Burgers

Enid Sinclair | 18 | College Freshman (Works Part Time)

Mazikeen Smith | Old AF | Private Investigator 

Ambrose Spellman | 75+ | ?

Lily Tucker Pritchett | 19 | ?

Derek Hale | 25 | Police Officer

Klaus Hargreeves | 30 | ?

Jake Wheeler | 19 | ?

Victoria Spring | 22 | ?

Carl Grimes | 23 | ?

Mickey Milkovich | 27 | ?

Reggie Peters | 20 | ?

Miles Hollingsworth III | 21 | ?

Maeve Wiley | 21 | ?

Gamora | 35 | ?

Jude Foster-Adams | 21 | ?

Gregoria Grfinndor | 23 | ?

Ivan Carvalho | 19 | ?

Prince Henry | 26 | ?

Riley Matthews | 21 | ?

Edwina Sharma | 21 | ?

Franny Gallagher | 19 | ?

Samuel Garcia | 19 | ?

Josh Rosza | 26 | ?

Abby Anderson | 21 | ?

Zed Necrodopolis | 19 | ?

Lito Rodriguez | 36 | ?

David Kotsyk | 29 | ?

Zenon Kar | 25 | ?

Veronica Fisher | 31 | ?

Light Yagami | 21 | ?

Brittany Matthews | 23 | ?

Jesse St. James | 25 | Glee Coach

Beth Corcoran | 21 | ?

#hw: starter #hw: starter call #i'm still working on jobs but at the moment the ones with question marks don't have set jobs #so if you want to plot with that we can too!

[angelltheninth]

Would you ever expand on Sukuna as a pornstar? Sorry I can't stop thinking about it after you mentioned in in you Yuuji fic.

Me too Anon, me too. I'm happy to write more about this au.

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, porn work, filmed, mutual masturbation, power play, marking, possessive sex

A/N: If you ever want to ask me questions about my fics/headcanons feel free to send them in my inbox, I'm always happy to talk to you guys.

Pornstar!Sukuna only does the really kinky movies, or the ones where he can be really rough. That's his style, that's what everyone wants to see him in, it's what he likes as well. He's been offered other roles before but has turned most of them down, it's not that he couldn't do it but he wants to be proud of what he films.

Pornstar!Sukuna has no problem telling people what he does for a living as he sees no shame in it. If someone tries to make fun of him for it he'll just direct them to one of his movies and dare them to make a woman come harder then he did.

Pornstar!Sukuna never wants you to fake your orgasm for the sake of the camera. Rest assured that with him you'll never need to either, he will make you come multiple times or else he didn't do his job properly. You better not try to fake it with him, if you do he'll switch things up and give you a real one, so hard, so good that you will actually pass out.

Pornstar!Sukuna wants you to keep your attention on him while you're doing a scene with him. Don't look at the camera, at anyone else, only at him. He's the one fucking you, his cock is inside of you, pounding hard at your insides and making your pussy feel better then any other co-star. So look at him, he wants to see the exact moment you come on his cock.

Pornstar!Sukuna loves leaving mark on you, ones that can't be covered up that easily. That way if you shoot a porno with someone else they'll know you've been with him before, they'll know they won't measure up and that the one you're thinking of the whole time is him.

Pornstar!Sukuna acted in a lot of roles that have him in the position of power. When he has roles like that he asks for you to be his co-star because according to him you follow his orders so naturally, it's just easier with you. The lines come out so easily for you both, him telling you what to do, you begging for more, calling him sir, boss, daddy, anything he wants.

Pornstar!Sukuna only masturbates to the movies you're in with him. It's how he gets ready for the next scene, the next role. Or the better alternative, having you there to masturbate with him. In secret of course cause the two of you are trying to keep things professional but when you spend so much time on screen together, fucking as much as you do, with that much chemistry it bleed over to your everyday life as well.

Pornstar!Sukuna fucks your brains out if you had a scene with someone else. He doesn't care who it was, if he was in the movie too or not but he won't just let someone fuck you when he didn't get to. No jealousy doesn't suit him well in his line of work, he is very aware of that but he can't help himself, he wants to make you come over and over, for every orgasm you've had with someone else he gives you a better one.

Pornstar!Sukuna shows off in front of the camera, not for anyone but himself. He can see everyone watching him fuck, almost mesmerizes by him, it feeds his already inflated ego like nothing else in the world. When he pulls out and his cock is still hard he's reeling to move onto the next scene, eager to show how much stamina he has.

Pornstar!Sukuna always brings the best refreshments to perk you up after filming is over. You eat them in his changing room where you can wind down and even cuddle with him if you want. But don't tell anyone, you know the kind of reputation he as around here, he has to keep it. But that doesn't mean he won't spoil his favorite co-star.

#ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #sukuna smut #sukuna thirst #jjk thirsts #jujutsu kaisen thirst #ryomen sukuna smut #jjk x fem!reader

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Something New

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: SO many okay; sub Spencer, oral (m receiving), voyeurism & exhibitionism, fingering/masturbation, HEAVY breading kink, riding, choking, marking, they both got absolutely filthy mouths, a lil begging, cockwarming too- I think I got everything?? Mentions of alcohol as well

Genre: fluff & Smut

Summary: Meeting your boyfriend's friends leads to a few curious discoveries about him for both of you.

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Your boyfriend is many things. A genius, a profiler, a professor- sometimes, a man with so much to say about pretty much everything, the love of your life- the list goes on. You've been dating Spencer Reid for about a year now and you really can't say you have anything to complain about. He's attentive and funny and thoughtful and kind, and even when work takes him away for days he still manages to make you feel just as loved from afar. Tonight Spencer's invited you out to meet all of his coworker friends. You've heard tons of stories but Spencer has been hesitant to introduce you to them. Not for any bad reasons- he's simply being greedy with your time. Well he was anyway, it seems the team has finally worn him down and you're joining everyone for drinks at a bar.

When you walk into the place, Spencer finds his friends quickly and pulls you close to him as he leads you to the group. Before anything can even be said by you or Spencer the table erupts into noise upon seeing you. There are compliments and whoops and it's hard to pick out any one thing that's being said by the group.

"Settle down guys." Spencer rolls his eyes. "This is my girlfriend y/n."

"It's nice to meet everyone! Spence talks about y'all all the time." You say.

"Well don't just stand there, sit, we have a million questions." One of the women at the table pulls you over to sit next to her.

"Garcia." Spencer sighs.

"Now we mostly use each other's last names, side effect of the job but I'm Penelope, that's Aaron Hotchner- but we all call him Hotch pretty much exclusively, Derek Morgan, JJ, Emily Prentiss, and David Rossi." She quickly intros the entirety of the table as Spencer slides into to booth across from you, next to Derek.

"It's so good to finally put names to faces. Considering how much time you spend together I thought he'd have more pictures of you guys but-"

"Interesting you say that because his desk at work is full of pictures of you." Derek muses.

"Dude." Spencer nudges him and you chuckle a bit as pink crawls up his neck slightly.

"His wallet has a photo of you as well." David muses.

"Rossi please." Spencer says.

"I keep lots of pictures of him at work too actually." You smile.

"You do?!" Spencer blinks at you.

"Of course I do. I take pictures all the time. Why does that surprise you?" You muse.

"Wait a minute do you have any pictures Spence would not want us to see?" Emily smirks.

"I'm absolutely positive I do." You nod.

"Oh I have got to see this." JJ says.

"Yeah y/n you have to share-"

"Y/n don't you dare." Spencer's eyes widen cutting Derek off.

"Oh come on Spencer you can't expect us not to want to know." Emily says.

"You can want whatever you'd like but you're not gonna get it." Spencer says.

"They aren't?" You tilt your head.

"Y/n, please." Spencer's eyes are pleading in a way that almost makes you want to tease him more. You of course have no intention of embarrassing him in front of his coworkers but the adorable look on his face tugs at your sadistic side. You hold his gaze for a moment before turning to the rest of the group with a smirk.

"Sorry guys, there are some things I like to keep to myself." You muse and everyone lets out playful sounds of frustration that you laugh at while Spencer settles in his seat.

"It's fine we'll simply separate them and get her to confess that way." Penelope stage whispers to the rest of the table.

"So, y/n, Spencer tells us you're a professor?" Aaron who apparently everyone calls Hotch says. He hasn't spoken much so far but he and Rossi watched the earlier chaos affectionately.

"I am, yes. We met when he was guest lecturing at the university where I work actually."

"Really? What subject do you teach?" JJ asks.

"Architecture and sometimes English."

"Sometimes English?" Derek quirks an eyebrow up at you.

"I'm primarily an architecture professor but I have an English degree as well so I'll teach an English class or two. Not every semester though, it really depends. I mostly fill in when an English professor is out." You shrug.

"That's so interesting. So how did you two actually meet? He refuses to tell us the story." Penelope asks.

"Really? Why Spence?" You look at him.

"I mean I'm not hiding it exactly-" Spencer mutters.

"You'll tell us won't you y/n?" Penelope nudges you.

"Well sure- I dunno how interesting you'll find the story but I'll tell it. He was leaving a lecture he was giving and I was conducting an- in class activity that sort of spilled into the hall as he was trying to leave. He's quite the curious boy so he asked what we were up to and then he left." You shrug.

"How did you manage to get her to go on a date with you if you didn't even try to get her attention?" Derek scoffs.

"This is why I didn't tell you the story." Spencer rolls his eyes.

"He sat in on one of my lectures the next week, at the end of which he spouted about 10 minutes' worth of information about the architecture of the building we were in." You chuckle.

"And that worked on you?" JJ muses.

"I'll admit it was strange- but I thought he was cute. I told him if he had any more obscure details about the university we could discuss it over coffee."

"So you made the first move." Derek says.

"Of course I did." You say.

"Alright! Can we please talk about something else?" Spencer grumbles.

"Come on Spence we're meeting your girlfriend for the first time you can't expect us to not have questions." Emily smiles.

"Do they have to be about the logistics of how we ended up together though?" Spencer rolls his eyes. You can't help but laugh watching him pout at his coworkers.

"I don't mind talking about it baby." You say.

"Yeah she doesn't mind baby." Derek chuckles. Spencer looks at you with a huff.

"Spence why don't you get something to drink for me hm?" You ask him.

"Anything specific?" Spencer stands at your request.

"You can pick just make it good." You say pulling him down to kiss him before he can walk to the bar. "If you wanna ask me questions Derek I'll answer them but my baby is off limits." You wink letting Spencer go get drinks.

"Fine, fine. Changing the subject." Derek smiles at you. By the time Spencer returns with drinks, you're in a completely different conversation with the rest of the table. You spend a couple of hours getting to know Spencer's friends and you'd like to think things go well. It seems like they like you, and you can say for sure that you like them. Of course, as the night goes on, the team lets alcohol loosen their lips. You, not being a big drinker have been nursing the one drink you had Spencer get you and Spencer doesn't drink more than you let him so you two are the most sober at the table, except Aaron who seems to be very mindful of his drinks. Somehow the table has gotten into making up outlandish things about other patrons of the busy bar you're in. A guy sipping whiskey is going through a breakup, a girl on the dancefloor is definitely going home with the guy she's dancing with, someone in a leather jacket 'definitely ties people up'. It seems like a game of who can make up the wildest story about strangers and you just chuckle as they play.

"I bet that lady has a man she puts on a leash." Penelope says of a woman sitting with a group of friends. That one makes you glance at Spencer to see him shift awkwardly.

"No way babygirl. That woman does not seem like the type." Derek shakes his head.

"I dunno I think it's possible. But like wouldn't she have him out with her?" Emily hums.

"Not necessarily. Even a mistress is allowed to have time without her-" Spencer's foot nudges yours before you can finish your thought. You don't think it's on purpose though, he seems to just be tense regarding the conversation.

"You speaking from experience there?" Derek asks you.

"Sorry Derek, that is classified." You smirk.

"Wait a minute what do y'all be getting up to?!" Derek's gaze turns to Spencer.

"Nothing." Spencer's response is sharp and you have to work hard not to giggle.

"Leave him alone Derek we haven't- there's no tales to tell there." You say. You doubt Spencer wants his friends to know those details of your relationship. Especially considering you haven't really explored that aspect of your relationship much. You've had a few conversations about it but you really haven't gone beyond making out and such.

"You're so sweet on our boy genius." JJ coos.

"Of course I am." You shrug.

"Wait what do you mean there's no tales to tell?" Penelope asks.

"I'm more interested in your knowledge of mistressing?" Emily shakes her head.

"Curious to get into that yourself Emily?" You ask.

"Maybe."

"Do you have tips y/n?" JJ asks.

"How did we get here?" You laugh. Drunk conversations are so funny.

"Well now you have to answer the question." Penelope says.

"Talk to your partner? I dunno everyone's different. You should find out what things they are comfortable with before you do anything really. Leashes are usually safe enough for beginners but a lot of the more interesting 'tips' would be- for more advanced stuff." You muse.

"Spencer you have got one interesting girl on your hands." Derek smirks smacking him lightly on the back.

"Please stop asking my girlfriend sex questions holy fuck." Spencer rubs his temple with a sigh.

"Aw but she seems like she knows so much." Penelope says.

"Another time ladies, I'll answer all your questions." You say.

"You will?"

"Absolutely. But I think you guys should maybe start sorting out your rides home. It's- getting pretty late and you've all been drinking." You say when you catch JJ yawning.

"Yeah I'd agree it's time to wind down, especially since this place closes soon and I hate to be the last one out." David hums.

"Do you all have rides home? Are you getting a cab or calling someone? Because you can't drive." You shake your head at the girls specifically.

"I'm fine to drive everyone home." Aaron tells you. "Will you and Spencer be good?" He asks.

"Oh yeah, we've each only had one drink. Either of us can drive." You shrug standing up. Spencer follows your lead and after him, everyone slides out of their seats. A few rounds of goodbyes later, you're on the way home, Spencer driving and both of you enjoying the quiet compared to the last few hours in a rowdy bar. Back at your apartment Spencer lets out a sigh as you both take off your shoes.

"Sorry about them." He mutters.

"What are you talking about? Your friends are great. Do you think it went badly?" You ask.

"No. No, I'm sure they love you. Maybe more than me now. I just meant- they can be a bit unpredictable when they get drunk so, sorry about the weird questions."

"Oh that? Spencer honey there are way worse things a group of profilers could ask me than if I'm a dominatrix." You scoff. "I'm pretty chill when it comes to discussing sex." You shrug walking further into your apartment. You wanna get out of this dress.

"Really?" Spencer follows after you,

"Yeah. Although- I take it you are way less comfortable with that sort of stuff?" You ask.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well- you seemed really tense earlier when they were asking me about the mistress stuff. I just figured." You say.

"Oh- that was nothing." He mutters.

"That- didn't seem like nothing. But we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." You hum. There's a moment of quiet as you take off your jewelry.

"I don't think my imagination is that active." Spencer speaks again and you turn to look at him. "Not in like, a sad 'my creativity is dead' sort of way. I'm fairly creative. But having an eidetic memory just means my focus is on other things. You know, the information I've read or seen that I can use- usually for work. Of course, my imagination fairs pretty well too. I mean it works well enough that I can reconstruct crime scenes in my head and stuff so it does what I need it to do for work."

"Right." You nod with a frown. When Spencer doesn't continue after a minute you add, "I'm following you Spence but I have no idea where this is going." 

"You commented on me being tense earlier."

"Correct."

"It's because my imagination was entirely too active during that conversation." He mutters, almost like he doesn't want you to know.

"Are you- embarrassed because a sexual conversation made you think about your girlfriend sexually?" You try not to laugh because it's not that his embarrassment is funny to you it's just the circumstance of not wanting to admit he finds his partner hot.

"I had an erection at a table with all my friends because my girlfriend was talking about leashing people."

"Are you interested in wearing a leash Spence?" You smirk, leaning against your dresser.

"Don't- I'm not sure." He frowns.

"We can work our way up to it if you are baby. It's not like I'm planning to collar you tonight." You chuckle at his confused look.

"Do you like doing that?" He blinks at you.

"What? Putting collars on people? I mean only if they're into it." You shrug. Spencer takes a deep breath before he speaks again.

"This- is not helping." He says.

"Helping?" You look at him. His hands, which were balled up at his sides catch your attention when they instinctively cross in front of him.

"Wait a second-"

"Don't."

"Are you-"

"Y/n."

"You're still hard from earlier." You say.

"Of course I am. All I can think about is the image in my head of my girlfriend as a mistress." Spencer huffs out.

"Well, we can always replace that image in your head with the real thing." You offer.

"I- I don't- I've never had a mistress before. I don't know what to do." He frowns.

"We'll work our way up to more complex stuff. Tonight'll be simple, pick a safe word and let me do the thinking." You push off the dresser you'd been leaning against.

"A safe word? Uh- winter. Is that a good one?"

"As long as you can remember it, it's perfect baby." You pull him forward by his shirt to kiss him sweetly. Spencer melts against your lips, letting you guide him easily to sit on the bed. You straddle him as you deepen the kiss, your tongue slipping between his lips easily. Spencer seems content to let you have your way with him and you intend to take full advantage of that. Eventually, you pull away from him only to trail your lips to his neck. His mouth drops open with a soft moan as you cover his throat in red marks. You make quick work of the buttons on Spencer's shirt, kissing and marking your way across his chest as you strip him, enjoying the quiet whines he lets out.

"You look pretty covered in marks." You tell him, bringing your lips to his again with a hand at the back of his neck. You drag your nails down his abdomen until your fingers find his belt, undoing it and his pants before you stand up. Spencer's eyes are on you immediately with a confused look and a sound expressing his discontent. "Pants off baby." You tell him and he scrambles to tug them off quickly and settle himself back on the edge of the bed.

"Are you- do you plan to stay clothed?" He croaks uncertainly.

"For now, yes." You say kneeling in front of Spencer. His eyes widen as he watches you wrap your fingers around his erection. He hisses from the contact and gasps when you gently drag one finger along the length of him. Your tongue follows the path of your finger and his breath is coming out shaky by the time you fully put your lips around him. You slowly take as much of him into your mouth as you can fit relishing in the whimpers he fails to hold back. His hands grip the edge of the bed so tightly you think he may rip the sheets as you suck his dick greedily.

"Oh my- god." Spencer chokes out, body practically shaking from your ministrations. When his thighs start to tense you pull off of him entirely and he can't stop the frustrated whine that comes out.

"Sorry baby, but if you cum now you won't enjoy it as much when I ride you." You tell him as you stand up. You give Spencer a few moments to steady his harsh breathing before speaking again. "Undress me." You tell him, turning your back so he can unzip your dress. You hear him stand, feel one hand settle on your shoulder while the other tugs the zipper down, watch his hands slide the straps of your dress from your shoulders and once it hits the floor you step out of it and turn to face him. "Open your mouth." You tell him softly and when he does you slip two fingers between his lips that he immediately begins sucking on. You can feel the action in your abdomen and it takes a moment to get your next instruction out. "Panties off." You tell him. With your fingers still in his mouth his movements are a little awkward but he manages to get your panties off and only then do you pull your fingers out. You set yourself up on the bed pulling Spencer's attention, though he stays where he is. He follows directions very well you realize. Spencer watches intently as you take the fingers that were in his mouth and slide them between your folds. You make quite the show of touching yourself while he regards you, moaning and spreading your legs widely as you toy with your wet heat. You catch his hands open and close a number of times as your fingers disappear inside of you and you know he's dying to touch you.

"Y/n?" He forces out after several minutes of what must've been silent agony for him.

"Yes, Spencer?" You let your reply come out as whiny and breathy as you can muster, swimming in the pleasure you're bringing yourself.

"Am I- do you just want me to stand here?" He asks with a frown.

"What's the matter, baby? Not content just watching?" You ask somewhat tauntingly. "Did you want a taste?" You ask.

"Please." He breathes out. You pull your fingers from your center and hold them out to him. He comes to the edge of the bed, leaning down to take your fingers in his mouth. You allow him to lick the digits clean before you shove him down onto the bed on his back. He tries to sit up but you place a hand against his chest as you swing a leg over to straddle him.

"I'm going to ride you now, okay Spence?" You look down at him for any sign of hesitation but the look in his eyes gives no indication of it as he responds.

"Yes- please. Please ride me y/n." He says. You lift yourself enough to grab his dick and line it up with your entrance before sinking down onto him with a satisfied moan. You brace yourself with your hands on his chest and set a nice rhythm for yourself, bouncing on him relentlessly, spurred on by the endless string of sounds from his lips. A beautiful combination of whimpers and moans and expletives as he begs you not to stop.

"So, pretty. You look so pretty under me baby." You tell him placing fleeting kisses against his lips.

"God I love you. Fuck that feels amazing. Oh my- shit." You can practically see his brain malfunctioning as gets lost in the heat of your walls surrounding him. There's something so satisfying about reducing a genius who always has something to say to a collection of broken sentences and desperate moans.

"I love you too baby, love the feeling of you inside me. Letting me- letting me ride you like this, so good for me." You pant out.

"Y-Y/n I- oh fuck I'm close- I'm gonna cum. Wait you have to- please y/n s-slow down." Spencer's frantic attempt at warning you only makes you want to push him over more.

"I want you to cum Spencer." You tell him.

"W-what? L-like inside- inside you?"

"Yes baby. I want to feel you cum for me." You tell him. Spencer's eyes go unfocused for a moment as if processing your words, then his hands snap up to your waist, the first time he's touched you without being explicitly instructed to.

"You mean that?" He rasps, his hold on your hips tightening.

"Yes Spencer, I mean it." You say drawing your hand up his chest to wrap a hand around his throat. "So don't stop now baby." You add. Spencer lets out a pained groan and shifts his grip on you.

"You can't- can't say those things." He grunts as he sits up and thrusts his hips up into you. 

"Oh? And why's that Spence? Don't you want to cum inside me?" You mutter kissing and nipping at his collarbone as if there aren't enough marks on his skin.

"S-so fucking badly. Wanna fill you up til you're leaking. Wanna- fuck wanna get you pregnant- you'd make such a good mother to my children and god you'd look so good all swollen 'cuz of me." Spencer's barely aware of his own rambling at this point, but your ears prick at the turn his words have taken.

"What a dirty mouth you've got all of a sudden." You muse, your body thrumming from his words. "That's what you want Spence? Wanna fuck a baby into me? Go ahead puppy, breed me if you can." If he hadn't lost it before those words seem to snap something in him and his thrusts get sloppy, they're harder and faster but messy as he chases that end you've teased. "That's it baby- fuck me like you want to put a baby in there. Fill my pussy like a good puppy." Your breathing is ragged and your sentence is broken up by loud moans as Spencer puts all his strength into railing you, but you have no intentions of giving up control of the situation.

"G-god, please. Please. I'm so close." Spencer whines out. Your fingers slip between your bodies and a few tight circles against your clit have you tumbling over the edge.

"Cum for me Spence, lemme feel you fill me up baby." You breathe out the command as you ride the waves of your own orgasm and he's spilling into you moments later.

"Holy fucking hell." He eventually huffs out and you gently kiss his heated skin as you allow him a few minutes to come down from his release.

"How we feelin?" You whisper.

"Like lead and hydrogen at the same time." He mutters and you glance up in time to catch the confused frown on his face.

"You did very well with your responsibilities for tonight Spencer." You tell him.

"Is it- is it always so... intense?"

"Well that was- more intense than I expected it to be. Had no idea you'd have such a breeding kink." You chuckle a little.

"I- I'm sorry that was-"

"No need to apologize. I liked it." You shrug.

"You did?"

"Oh yeah- you're so nasty about it. It's sexy, even if you're not in charge." You say. When you shift to stand up, Spencer's arm wraps around you lazily.

"Don't." He mutters.

"We gotta get cleaned up baby."

"It can wait." He groans.

"If you insist." You smile gently. You didn't expect to go down this road with your boyfriend tonight. But you can't say you're disappointed with the outcome. You learned something new about your boy genius.

***

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fluff

[goldsbitch]

Right? p3

summary: Y/N is a photographer for McLaren F1 team. Hard working, goal oriented professional who would never put her career in jeopardy for some stupid crush, right?

That is until a photoshoot gets out of hand and there is no way to go but forward.

part 1, part 2

"Y/n!"

You slowly turned. The plan was to leave with the rest of the team, not staying behind with Lando - alone.

"I just have few ideas for the next phoshoot, if you'd like to talk about it," he said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Professional. "Of course!" And with that, the last person left the room and closed the door.

The media meeting room was one of the few rooms without glass doors or windows. The only light present was from the projecting screen, still showing a big photo of Lando fucking Norris.

He was leaning on the table, light reflecting in his face while he was observing the picture.

"Narcissist much?" you teased and also leaned next to him. It's like his body was sending magnetic signals to yours.

"Always. " He paused for a moment. "If I recall correctly, these were all shot in the forest." You chose not to react. He gave you a questioning look. "Where is the rest?"

You should have expected this. Wishful thinking was not working in your favor. Or was it?

"I'm missing the car pictures, the ones where you stood above me and perhaps even those where you sat on me. Am I right?"

You turned and looked him straight to the eye. If tension was a fog in the room, you'd be able to see at arms-lenght only.

"I guess the battery gave out sooner than I noticed," you replied nonchalantly.

Lando stepped into the projector light. "Yes, that must be it...Or, there is a reason why you don't want to show them."

He was standing way too close. You had no defense for his charm. The damn scent again. The only thing you had on mind was burying your face in his neck and leaving your own mark on him. Would he be the one to moan? How would that sound?

"You know, I also like to take photos."

"Is that so?"

He was facing you directly. With a noticable hasitation, he put his finger on your chin, tracing the lines of your jaw. He ended up with him finger and his eyes on your lips.

"I would love to be on the other side of the lens. Take photo of you for once."

We are sorry to inform you, that all traces of professionality have left the room.

He slowly traced your lips with his finger and while remaining direct eye contact, you opened your mouth and licked it. It was slow, with a little pause and then suddenly the mouth that kissed yours, like he had once in real life and several times in your dreams. .

Almost as if he had read your mind, he proceeded to kiss your neck, softly not to leave a mark, but enough for him to find out you in fact do moan. His hand, wrapped around your hips, squeezed you as a direct response to the soft sounds coming out of your mouth.

"Lando," you whispered.

"Yes, baby?" his voice was shivering as well. This should not make you proud. You should stop now, anyone could walk in. You managed to break out of your paralysis, even if it was the last thing you wanted to do.

"Lando, stop."

He stopped kissing you promptly. Your foreheads pressed together.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. You almost laughed. The only thing he should feel sorry for was the fact his mouth was not exploring your body anymore.

With heavy heart, you pulled away. This was probably a silly game for him, one with potentially horrible consequences.

"I can't risk my job like this."

He nodded. "I understand. I guess. I mean, I think the times are changing a bit."

"Like having an affair with essentially your boss is not bad anymore?"

"I'm not your boss."

Oh maybe he should be.

"You know what I mean. For me it's not just a job."

He took a moment to think. "That's probably the hottest thing about you. The passion. I can understand that."

Your stomach spun. Lando called you hot?

"It's impossible for me to keep passing you around as if it's nothing. Been too long." You remained calm, knowing well enough you'll have many night to think about this sentence.

"Do you say this to all the female staff?" you joked, but tiny part of you had a legitimate worry. You were not going to be one of many, too proud for that.

"I'd have to quit if there were even only two like you, one is enough to handle."

This time you approached him and kissed him first. A little bit slower than you kissed before. It was quick, as you heard some steps on the hallway.

"Let's go on a date. Privately. So we can think clearly," he insisted.

"I don't think other people are the reason why I'm not thinking clearly."

"Come on, say yes."

"Yes, let's."

Lando stepped away, becoming more of his work self again. You went to turn on the lights again. "We can either go and take photos of you for this time, or you can show me the ones you hid from others."

The door opened and you were relieved it didn't happened a minute ago.

"Yes, let's do another photoshoot," you smirked at Lando.

part 4

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@i-wish-this-was-me

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fanfic #ln4 imagine #formula 1 #formula one x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #lando norris angst #mclaren

[starchaserwrites]

@jegulus-microfic / february 16: tear / word count: 724 cw: needles

Bets are James' speciality, so it comes as a big surprise when the Stars don't win the Stanley Cup Final. The thing is, now Remus and Sirius have to decide where on his body James will have to get his first piercing ever, and to say he's nervous is an understatement. That's how the three of them end up in the waiting room of a tattoo and piercing shop with an appointment for him to get his belly button pierced. 

James is a generally daring and risk-taking person, not that he's terrified of needles but he does feel a little uneasy knowing that in a couple of minutes one will be piercing his skin. Despite having informed himself about the risks and having taken all the precautions beforehand (cleaning the area well, making sure he has the right anatomy for the jewel and wearing a cropped shirt to avoid friction afterwards), he still can't help the thin layer of cold sweat that is building up on his neck.

"Relax, Prongs, you're in good hands," Remus says, patting him on the back. Oh, and the other detail that makes him the least bit uncomfortable is that his ex is the one doing the piercing, isn't that funny? James knows Regulus will do a phenomenal job, he's been doing this for almost eight years so it should be effortless.

They were a couple when they were 16 and 17 respectively, and it's not that they had a bad break-up or completely lost touch, it was just the right person at the wrong time given their respective family circumstances. So if James is nervous about being at the younger man's mercy six years after they broke up, no one can blame him.  

"James, you can come in," Pandora tells him from the reception desk.

The thing about Regulus is that every time James sees him, he looks more beautiful than the last. This time the new snake tattoo circling his entire left forearm in red ink is messing with his mind exquisitely, and when he finally turns around subtly smiling James is gone.

"Look who we have here, James Potter. To be honest, I never thought I'd see you here," he says in the soft, slow voice he reserves for him. "So, belly button piercing, Sirius told me about the challenge. Poor you."

All James can do is nod and chuckle slightly, shocked by the sparkle on his ex's tongue when he speaks. Everything that happens after Regulus asks him to select a piece of jewellery he likes and to lie down on the stretcher happens in slow motion. Regulus putting on a new pair of latex gloves, Regulus sanitising the area where he's going to pierce, Regulus marking where the piercing will be, Regulus tearing off the envelope that holds the sterile needle... James doesn't know much about the world of piercings, but he doesn't think Regulus should be straddling his legs during the process. 

Of course he won't be making any complaints. 

The light on Regulus's tongue appears again as he says something he can't quite process.

"... understood? Oh, no, James tell me you're not about to faint," he says with a hint of concern.

"No, I'm fine, I swear!" he hurries to say. "But can I hold on to your thigh while you do it?" 

"Sure you can," he replies with a smirk.

That's how James doesn't even notice the moment the jewel is installed in his navel, concentrating on the way the tattooed man frowns in concentration.

"You're all set." is all the piercer says but there's no sign that he'll be getting off him any time soon.

The new piercing being forgotten and in a moment of courage, James intertwines both index fingers in the silver eyed man's trouser belt.

"Got something to do after work?" and the question is all it takes for Regulus to lean in and kiss him deeply but slowly. A tongue piercing shouldn't make him feel this good.

"I've got the whole afternoon available if it means continuing to see you in that crop top." he murmurs against his lips then bites down slightly on the bottom one. 

In short, he lost a bet, won the scolding of his best friends for taking so long and got his right person back at the right time this time.

#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #jegulus microfic #len writes

[a-living-canvas]

Slipping away

"Whumpee?"

Whumpee's ears perked up. That's Whumper's voice. Calling for…who? For them? But, that's not their name. Maybe Whumper is on the phone with someone. Better not to disturb them. Whumpee continued cleaning the floor with a broom.

"Whumpee?"

Again. Who's…Whumpee??? They never heard that name before. They don't even like how the name ring to their ears. It's not suited for someone like them. It's more suited to someone with a happy and cheery personality.

Whumper sighed. "Whumpee, fucking come here now…"

Whumpee stayed still at their spot. Whumper let out a frustrated groan before they walked over to Whumpee. The disdain in their eyes was clear as day. They grabbed Whumpee's collar harshly,

"I called for you and you have the nerve to ignore me?!" Whumper tighten their hold. Whumpee looked up at them in confusion. Whumper was... calling for them?

"I-I'm sorry…I…I didn't know…"

Whumper raised an eyebrow. "You didn't know what?" Whumpee's lips trembled in fear. "That you were calling f-for…for me…" Long silence as Whumper stared at Whumpee's face intently. "You…didn't know?" Whumpee shook their head. 

"No…"

"Huh..." Whumper let go of Whumpee's collar and stepped back. They were not sure whether they should be proud or not that they managed to make Whumpee forgot their own name. All those pet names really got into them, huh?

"Whumpee, what is your name?" Whumper inquired. Reading Whumpee's expression and body language silently. They saw them hesitating for a moment. 

Why does Whumper keep calling me that? Whumpee blinked their eyes a few times. "Why do you call me—"

"Just answer the question, sweetheart."

Whumpee pondered for a few seconds. They were not sure what answer could satisfy their owner. Whumper raised their eyebrows when Whumpee lifted their head and looked at them.

"Um...pet?" 

Whumper chuckled, "Your name is 'pet'? Are you for real?"

Whumpee fidgeted with their fingers in slight panic. "T-then, darling? O-or sweetheart? Um…slave? Stupid little thing—"

"Shh…darling. You know those aren't your name. Try again, dear." Whumper leaned back on the sink behind them, watching Whumpee struggling to remember their own name. Their lips formed a small, comforting smile that let Whumpee knows that they won't be punished even if they got it wrong again.

Silence enveloping them for a long moment. Whumper sighed, still smiling as they walked towards Whumpee. "You don't know, right? Your name…" Whumper leaned down so their face would meet Whumpee's directly. "Or you can't remember it, hm?"

Whumpee's fingers curled up slightly. They really couldn't remember it, their own name. How awful is that? Almost like they never had one before. Whumpee shook their head,

"I-I can't…"

Whumper cupped Whumpee's face, looking at their eyes. With a gentle tone, Whumper said,

"Then, let me ask you again…" Whumper smiled. "What is your name, Whumpee?" Whumper let their words sank into Whumpee's mind for a moment. Enjoying the look on their face as their eyes widen in realisation. "O-oh…"

Whumpee swallowed, "...Whumpee is my…name." Whumper nodded as they looked at them proudly before they kissed their cheek.

"Correct, ten marks for my baby." 

Whumper stood up straight again, ruffling Whumpee's hair. "So, if I called you by your name again, would you come for me?" Whumpee immediately nodded.

"Y-yes, Master…"

Whumper grabbed their face before squeezing Whumpee's cheeks. "No ignoring me again? You promise me that?"

"I-I promise…!"

"Good. Now, continue doing your job. No slacking off, slave." 

"Y-yes, Master!"

Whumper left Whumpee alone in the kitchen. They continued their work but this time, they couldn't stop smiling from joy. They really have a name. Whumpee kept repeating it for the rest of the day, scared of forgetting it again.

#whumblr #whump community #whump writing

[thesiltverses]

Hello! I found the silt verses about three weeks ago and have listened to it several times since. I have a few things to say.

I absolutely adore that episode about the national grid workers. I think it’s my favorite episode of any podcast I’ve ever listened to. My favorite part of that first episode Paige is in is how she justifies not standing up for Vaughn, that cognitive dissonance that you wrote so well. This episode gives me what I wanted from that episode, the workers all banding together to stop the wasteful sacrifice of one of them. The actor who played the foreman did an incredible job as well. I think that having him discuss which of his workers he would sacrifice was such a significant moment, despite how brief it is. It cuts right to the big question that I took away from the podcast which is, “How much is someone willing to sacrifice in order to maintain their comfort?” And the utter disrespect of Glodditch (apologies for the spelling) refusing to cancel even the radio but asking grid workers to kill themselves for 200kw/h! Top tier episode.

I grew up in the south and went to college in Appalachia. I saw the disparity in technology and “advancement” if that makes sense that poverty brings, and the way you set up the world invokes that feeling in me again. You are an amazing world builder and storyteller.

I really enjoyed the cameos - I’m a big fan of malevolent/devisor, Old gods of Appalachia, and all of Jonny sims work, so hearing familiar voices was an absolute delight. Harlan Guthrie as an acolyte of the snuff gods might have been a bit too on the nose with some of the things that man writes, though… /pos

I’m transmasculine, and something that I really appreciate is how you manage to make a trans man do some objectively awful things, but still manage to make him a complex, full character that I was rooting for very frequently. Brother Faulkner is so, so important to me as a character. Paula Vogel has a play called “Indecent,” which is about the true story of a troupe of I believe German Jewish actors between the years of 1910ish and 1940s putting on a show called “God of Vengeance” by Sholem Asch, also a Jewish man. “God of Vengeance” has queer themes and received a lot of criticism from the Jewish community for showing Jewish folks in a “bad” light at a time when there was already so much hatred for Jewish people. Brother Faulkner being as complex and, in my opinion, malicious and cutthroat as he is at a time when trans people face so much bigotry, especially legislatively in the United States, brings this conversation about “God of Vengeance” up again for me. I also love how normalized non-binary people are in this world, without question. “Sibling this or that,” the hunter, adjudicator Shrew - big thanks from me for all of this.

All of this to say, I love this podcast. Can you talk more about the rhetorical gods? Is Babble one? What makes them one if they are, or why aren’t they? I’m fascinated by them. Can you talk more about the propaganda gods too?

Thank you so much for the thoughtful and kind words!

I'll check out Indecent, it sounds really interesting and I'm very glad to hear Faulkner works for you as a character. I think the topic of how to include and write queer characters who are capable of terrible things and thoughts (because, after all, these characters are human beings and not tutelary exemplars), within the context of both a rising movement of transphobia right now and centuries-old scapegoating / pathologising portrayals more generally, is a really knotty but a really important one, and I always want to make sure I'm approaching it with care and due responsibility as well as a sense of humility around the limitations of what, as a cis writer, I can actually achieve.

To that end, I don't want to ever take the audience response for granted, but I'm always really grateful to hear that the portrayal is working for a listener!

Propaganda gods: gods whose prayer-marks or ritual verses are fed directly to the enemy, enforcing destructive or sabotaging changes to reality (so rather than sending a destructive saint or angel to rampage over the foe, you might drop pamphlets or send radio messages to the enemy to 'convert' them).

Rhetorical gods: gods whose followers possess reality-warping powers of language itself (which is why 'rhetorical god' is a polite way of saying 'liar's god'). In other words, the paranoia around them comes partly down to the fact that a disciple like Val may appear to be a limitless shaper of new forms, rather than shaped into a limited form of their own, as a result of their worship.

#carmen maria machado has a fun mini-essay about queer villainous portrayals which I do recommend

[vex91]

Kim Minjeong - So good

Pairing: Kim Minjeong x Female Reader

Fandom: Aespa

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: DOM MINJEONG

Summary: Normally Minjeong could always keep herself calm whenever she had the need to have you all to herself but she couldn't contain herself that time.

Warning(s): Smut, 18+ content, Degradation, Fingering, Orgasm denial

A/N: I'm on my knees🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

3rd's POV

Minjeong's breath hitched the moment she saw you on the stage. Today both of your groups were attending an award show and you had a solo stage during it. You were quite nervous for it but Minjeong assured you that you will do a good job and that everyone will love it. She was so sure of it even if she didn't knew much about it, her support was immeasurable but right now all she wanted was too get you out of that stage. Not because of it being bad but because of two things you didn't told her before.

First your stage outfit was very revealing, it didn't left much to imagination but as much as she loved how good you looked in it, she also hated how other people could see you like that. And second was the fact that you weren't the only one performing but it was a special stage with another idol, more specifically TXT's Yeonjun who was known to have a crush on you. The whole time she watched you two her blood was boiling whenever she saw Yeonjun's hands on your body and how close you were during the dance.

Her anger could be felt from miles so her members were especially scared to do anything next to her, knowing that angry Minjeong was scary Minjeong. She waited until the end of your performance to do something and when she saw you going backstage she waited a minute before also going there. She walked through different hallways, her goal being your dressing room. No one even questioned her about what she was doing there, already sensing her anger.

Finally reaching her destination she walked in without knocking and was happy to see you alone there. She closed the door, locking them loudly before making her way to you and pinning your front to the desk. Your breath hitched at the rough push, especially since she gave your ass a hard squeeze. You moaned at the feeling of her hands wandering over your body, the dress still on you. Minjeong kept eye contact with you through the mirror as she slowly unzipped your dress before pulling it down and leaving you only in your underwear.

She licked her lips at the sight of your already wet panties. She cupped your cunt through your panties earning a loud moan from you that was quickly muffled by her hand "You want people to know what's happening so badly? Or maybe you want Yeonjun-sunbaenim to come here and see you being a whore like that?" Her words made you clench around nothing. She always knew exactly what and in what way to say something to make you more worked up. Minjeong smirked at the way your eyes shut before she pulled your panties down.

"Fuck" You cursed when you felt her finger running over your clit before she pushed in a finger. You gasped at the feeling, not used to Minjeong fingering you before preparing you first. It felt so sudden but also so good. It didn't took long before she pushed in a second finger, pumping in and out of you fast. She used her other hand to push you on the desk more and leaned more into your back. Her mouth leaving open mouth kisses on the back of your neck.

"If we didn't had an award show to finish then I would marked your neck to make sure that no one, even Yeonjun-sunbaenim would even think about fucking you again. You're a slut only for me right?" You nodded at her words, not being able to make any coherent sentence when her fingers stretched you out so good. When Minjeong felt you clenching around them she smiled before pulling out earning a whine from you at the loss of the orgasm.

She observed your desperate self before turning around "Better go back out there soon. You don't want to miss the next award right?" And with that she left, leaving you panting and desperate. Maybe if you behave for the rest of the show then maybe she'll reward you later.

#vex writes #aespa x reader #aespa reactions #kim minjeong x reader #winter x reader #kim minjeong #winter #kim minjeong smut #winter smut #aespa smut #smut

[ostrichmonkey-games]

Anyways, speaking of working on games, how about some Stampede Wasteland updates;

Working on a carousing table;

Also a little table to inspire GMs when they need to whip up a last second mission;

And the highlight of this post, rules for tracking Resources and rules for tracking money. Resources first.

The goal was to come up with an abstracted way of keeping track of the more mundane supplies and stuff that PCs are going to need without having to worry about actually keeping track of things. So, behold, either you have it or you don't.

Resources Each player has an abstract, binary pool of Resources. This covers rations, water, fuel, bullets. All the bare necessities. If it is ever in question whether you have Resources or not, roll+Hits marked. On a success, you’re out of what you need. You either have Resources or you don’t. There’s no in between. 

And now for wealth. Originally, I had a pretty standard "this sort of things costs this much" and "this job might reward this much". But here's the thing, coming up with actual monetary values sucks and I hate doing it! Also, given that supplies are abstract, why shouldn't money be abstract? Internal consistency is nice.

So, two birds one stone, I ripped out the original "wealth system" and replaced it with the following;

Cash Each player has an abstract pool of cash on hand at any given moment. The exact amount doesn’t matter. You can have No Money, A Little Money, A Lot of Money, or More Money Than You Could Ever Imagine (you cannot actually ever have this much money, bummer).  Each time you gain A Little Money, mark one slot on the track (10 slots). Once the track is filled up, you have A Lot of Money.  If you have A Little Money, you can always afford things that cost A Little Money. Same for A Lot of Money. If a situation ever arises where you might lose money, roll+money slots marked vs 20. On a success, you’re good. On a miss, step down one wealth level.  Money is tracked individually, but you can give a slot of Money to someone else if you really want. Cash rewards go to whoever is the agreed upon treasurer. Hope you trust them. If a character ever dies with wealth on them, half the number of marked money slots can be recovered from their remains, rounded down to a minimum of zero.  Nobody starts the game with any money.

Ultimately, how much money you have wasn't going to matter in the game beyond bookkeeping, just whether or not you had enough. And this subsystem represents that better. I ended up going with "roll+money slots marked" as the "modifier" to the roll because it makes some sense that the more cash you have, the harder it is to lose it all.

Still plugging away at the GM facing material, but honestly, almost all the player-facing stuff is done (and I'm going to be doing some small playtesting, before maybe opening it up some. We'll see.), and it is nice to get closer and closer to text-complete.

#ttrpg #indie ttrpg #ttrpg design #stampede wasteland

[sweaterkittensahoy]

As Long as I'm Thinking about Job Interview Stuff

Here's my general pattern for answering the "Tell us about time you failed / dealt with a bad co-worker / had to struggle to complete something /etc."

These questions are asked to suss out if you're an asshole. The reason there's more than one of them is to see if you have a shit talking problem that can take a little time to show itself. Basically, interviewers are trying to get a sense of if you're gonna be a fucking problem once you're comfortable at a new workplace.

I literally once watched myself lose a job because the managers asked, "How do you deal with people who might be temperamental at times?" It was a software company, so I figured they meant "At least one of our engineers is a huge asshole, but we think he's worth keeping around even if he yells at people." And so I said, "Look, we all have our moments, and I do my best to be understanding if someone's having a tough time. I think it's important to remember we're all working together and trying to make something succeed. That being said, if the problem is I'm getting yelled at because someone else is being unprofessional, I'm not going to stand there and allow that abuse. I will be talking to HR, at a minimum, and if that doesn't resolve it, I will take care of it myself."

And, let me be clear, the moment any positive vibes left the room was when I said, "I'm not gonna stand there and allow that abuse." Which told me EXACTLY how they were handling the situation currently.

Anyway, sorry for the recipe blog wander. Back to the point. Here's how I handle the questions where they want you to discuss something negative.

I take a moment to think. Yes, I know the question is coming and already have a few options picked for an answer, but taking a moment to think before answering means I'm not gonna stumble over my words when I start.

Start with the negative. If the question is, "Tell us about dealing with a difficult co-worker," Start at the problem. "Well, I remember once I worked with someone who really didn't like answering questions via email."

Explain why it made the job difficult. "Given that what I do is focused on getting things written down, I prefer sending questions via email whenever possible so I always have a clear starting point on the information I use, even if the information changes a lot through conversation."

Restate the problem as the beginning of the solution. "But, this person didn't like to answer questions in writing, so I started going over to his desk and asking him the questions."

Say something nice about the problem. "He was great face-to-face. Always happy to help."

Explain the solution. "And it turned out he was happy to read anything I would print out and hand him. So, I'd go ask him the questions, go back to my desk and do a first draft based on what he'd said, and then give him a physical copy to mark up."

Stamp a positive final remark on it. "Once I realized how to best communicate with him, he was very open to helping. If I walked over with a first draft, he'd just look at it right then so I could make updates as quickly as possible. And he started letting me know if there were any major design changes on the way and explaining it to me earlier in the process, which made it easier to make updates."

That's my technique. The biggest thing of it, I think, is to make sure your answer is sincere. Don't use a situation where you still want to shove someone into traffic. Pick a situation where you feel like it actually turned out well in the end.

#job interviews #job hunting #employment #interview questions #interview tactics

[smartycvnt]

Stronger Together

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Prompt: 14. "Nobody's ever had my back like you do."

R

WC: 681

"Come on Y/n, you need us. Rhea's not going to come out here and save you. She doesn't care about you, you idiot!" Bayley yelled. She was getting frustrated with you. You had beaten her for the match to decide whether you'd join Damage CTRL, but Bayley wasn't giving up on you. There had once been a time whenever you would have happily lined up to join Bayley's ranks, but you weren't that woman anymore. Now, you had found yourself and your love for wrestling once again. Bayley wasn't cleaning up the women's division, she was trying to lay waste to it. "She can have whatever she wants in Judgement Day, why would she want anything to do with you?"

"I don't know the answer to that question, but what I do know is that Rhea has never left me on my own when I needed her. So you can try whatever you want, but it won't work. Rhea may have Judgement Day, but she knows that we're still stronger together," you said confidently. Bayley gave a nod to Io and Dakota, who flanked around your sides to grab you. They kicked you onto your knees and Bayley lifted her leg up to stomp on your chest. Before she could make the hit, Rhea's music started playing and your partner sprinted out to the ring to save you.

Io and Dakota immediately let go of you to push Rhea away from Bayley. There had been some damage, but they all managed to get out of the way while Rhea checked on you. She was usually pretty good about not breaking character in the ring, but the Rhea you were looking at was not the one everybody had come to know. Rhea couldn't keep that up whenever she was around you. She used to make jokes about how you made her soft, but you knew that she didn't really mind that. You didn't want Rhea to be in "Mami mode" all the time anyway. You wanted these moments where she was being so soft and gentle that were reserved for you and you alone.

"I'm so sorry that it took me so long to come get you," Rhea apologized as she carried you to the back. You hadn't been hurt, aside from the kicks to the back of your knees to get you kneeling. That was nothing that you couldn't handle, so Rhea had no reason to apologize. It wasn't even really her job to come save you from peril, even if she thought it was.

"Rhea, it's fine. I bet that I could have taken a couple stomps from Bayley," you told her. Rhea got quiet, as if she wanted to agree with you, but didn't want you to go out there and be any reckless. You would provoke Bayley into a big fight, and Rhea knew that. She also knew that Bayley would probably be much more ruthless than the first couple of times you had fought each other earlier in your career. "She's not so big and tough, not really."

"I wouldn't say that," Rhea disagreed. You laughed as you hopped out of her arms. There had been a much stricter feeling backstage over the past couple of weeks, one that made you miss being on leave again. "Just know that I'm not going to let her hurt you, nobody is gonna hurt you ever again if I can help it."

"I know that. Nobody's ever had my back like you do. They've said that they do, but you back up your words," you told her. Rhea looked away with blushing cheeks. You grabbed onto her hand and gave it a quick squeeze. Rhea lifted your hand up into the air and kissed the back of it. You sighed as you looked at the black lipstick mark on your skin, pretending to be annoyed even though it really made your heart rush a little. You had to be grateful that Rhea hadn't left it on your cheek or neck, which she had done to you multiple times before.

#rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #my writing

[heartfullofleeches]

ITS CLYDES DAY?? LETS GOOO

Maybe if you dont already have something in mind for him I could request him booking reader from the cafe to spend the whole day with him? Or maybe reader surprising him outside of work for his birthday?

Bro I'd love to bake a cake with him or something I think itd be cute as hell

Hopping off his moped, Clyde speeds to the front of the cafe, stopping briefly to fix his tangled hair in a passing window. Waking up at the crack of dawn per usual, he was surprised to see he had the off from various odd jobs and even more shocked to receive your call minutes later.

Still in the process of waking as he raced over, the rabbit struggled to remember what was so important about today. Couldn't be a special event, Clyde checked the newsletters religiously. Couldn't be your birthday either. He'd requested the whole week off for that. What could it be-

"Happy Birthday, Spot!"

Oh- right.

Waiting out on the front step, you greet Clyde for his special day dawned in rabbit ears and your attire adjusted accordingly to match down to your apron fitted with a tail and marked with a birthday message. Seeing you, breathtaking as always, Clyde berates himself for showing up in his work clothes from last night. You unknowingly brush off some of that shame as you place a birthday hat on his head, minding his ears. Clyde wipes at his face as he forces a laugh.

"Master... what's going on? I don't remember telling you today was my birthday."

"You wrote it down when you signed up for the newspaper. When it became clear you were going to be a regular I memorized it. We've got a lot to do today so we should head in."

The waterworks flourish as you lead him inside the building - Clyde bumping into you at random due to the tears caught in his lashes. His birthdays weren't always the greatest as a kid. He planned to come in later in the day without telling you to avoid the plague bringing it up may cause, but for you to do this for him... He really did pick the best human to call his.

The room you frequented when Clyde rented you for the day had been decorated with the help of your fellow hosts - centerpiece comprised of the cake you made from scratch and the candles placed atop it. Clyde could tell just by looking at it that it wasn't from the cafe, and that alone made all those bad years melt away. He was happy you hadn't lit them before hand because he couldn't see himself wanting to ruin any part of what you created. Eating any piece of what you wasted your precious time on felt sacrilegious.

Fixing his face to the best of his capabilities, Clyde points at the cake. "If it's alright with you, may I take those off? I, um, don't do well with candles."

"Sure, go ahead." You could've sworn he liked them just a week ago- but it's his day.

Clyde plucks each candle from the cake and wraps them in a napkin, pocketing the stolen wax once you look away. He smoothes the tiny holes in the frosting and takes the first of many pictures throughout the day, including the layout of the room and as many of you he could sneak. Catching on, you pose for the final one - flashing your biggest grin. Clyde drops his phone, his heart dropping in his chest.

"I'm sorry, Master I was just..."

"It's okay, it's okay." You pick up his phone, throwing an arm across his back as you pull him in for a photo. You stare directly at the screen meanwhile Clyde is stuck on you like you were the center of his entire world. Slipping the phone into his pocket, you grab something from your own.

"After singing for you I planned to take you out for the day, but there's one gift I should probably give you now."

In your hand is the slip of paper Clyde signed after his third visit. Alongside information needed for the letter, there was an option question at the end. What can our staff give you to make your special day one of a kind? Caught in that stage of puppy love before his life became meaningless without you and devoid of shame in the heat of the moment - there was but one answer Clyde gave.

"A kiss from my master."

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Fate's Gentle Nudge

Chapter 5: Euphoria

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The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a serene ambiance in the room as Y/N and Aaron lay facing each other on her bed. The hours slipped away unnoticed as they shared stories, confessions, and dreams. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving a tapestry of understanding between them. The night was alive with the sound of their laughter, whispered secrets, and lingering glances that held unspoken promises.

They spoke of their childhoods, their ambitions, their fears, and even the little things that brought them joy. Time seemed to stand still as they opened up to each other, revealing layers of themselves they had kept hidden.

As the clock continued to tick, the boundaries of space and time blurred. The weight of their respective roles and responsibilities faded into the background, leaving only the two of them in their intimate cocoon. The world outside seemed distant and irrelevant.

Despite the late hour, neither of them wanted to say goodbye to this stolen time together. The vulnerability they shared, the laughter that filled the air, and the undeniable chemistry that pulsed between them made it impossible to let go. In the quiet moments between their words, their gazes held a depth of emotion that words alone could never convey. Each glance, each touch, held a promise of something more, a shared understanding that they were in the midst of something special.

Their kisses had become a dance of passion, their lips seeking each other's as if trying to convey emotions too complex for words. The world outside ceased to exist, and it was only the sensation of their connection that mattered. Breathless and intoxicated by each other, they reveled in the sweet moments of intimacy.

Amid their shared laughter and whispers, Y/N's gaze wandered to the scar over Aaron's eyebrow. She reached out, her touch feather-light as her fingertips traced the fading mark. Her question was soft, laced with curiosity and concern.

"How did that happen?" she asked softly.

Aaron paused, a fleeting shadow crossing his expression as memories of the past week resurfaced. He gripped her wrist gently and guided her fingertips to his lips, planting soft kisses upon them. Her giggle was like music, soothing the twinge of discomfort the memory brought.

"On a case last week," he explained. "We were dealing with an unsub, and things got a bit... intense. It's healing well though." The moment hung in the air, the scar a tangible reminder of his commitment to his work and the risks he faced.

Her eyebrows scrunched with concern, and her tone turned serious as she asked, "How many times have you been seriously injured?"

Aaron's expression turned thoughtful, a shadow passing through his eyes as he considered his response. "Not many," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of the weight he'd carried through those moments.

She wasn't about to let him off that easily. Her tone shifted into a more assertive one, laced with concern. "Aaron," she said, her voice a soft warning.

He sighed softly, knowing she wasn't one to back down easily. "It's inevitable, Y/N," he admitted. "Given the nature of my job, there are moments when things get dangerous. But I've learned how to handle myself."

Her determination didn't waver as she pushed herself up on one arm, looking down at him intently. "I understand that, Aaron," she said, her tone steady. "But I want to know, to understand, just how bad it can get. So I can prepare myself for the worries that come with it."

He gazed up at her, touched by her concern and determination. "Are you that worried about me?" he teased lightly, his affection for her evident in his gaze.

"Of course I am," Y/N replied without hesitation, her expression earnest and caring.

Aaron's lips twitched into a playful smile. "And you're jealous too," he said, his tone a mix of amusement and teasing.

Y/N feigned innocence, her eyebrows raised in mock surprise. "Jealous me? No?" she asked, her voice dripping with faux innocence as she played along.

He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him, but he didn't back down. Instead, he shifted his position, propping himself up on his arms and wrapping them around her waist. He pushed her gently back onto the pillows, his playful grin growing wider. "I thought you were about to kill that mom at the soccer game with your eyes," he said, his tone still light but with a hint of teasing.

Rolling her eyes dramatically, Y/N responded, "Oh, come on. What could have possibly been so funny?" She couldn't resist a mischievous smile, as she playfully patted Aaron's arm and let out an obnoxious laugh, mimicking the woman's flirtatious actions from the soccer game.

"Hmm, maybe I'm just really that funny?" Aaron mused with a low chuckle, his lips dipping into the curve of her neck as he peppered it with soft kisses that sent shivers down her spine.

Her head shifted slightly to grant him more access to her neck, and she responded with a breathy voice, "Or maybe you're trying to change the subject?" The effect of his kisses on her skin was unmistakable, causing her heart to race as her words escaped in a hushed tone.

She gently cupped his face in her hands and tilted it upwards, her lips leaving a trail of butterfly kisses all over his face, evoking a warm chuckle from him.

"It's really late, you should get some sleep," he advised softly, though she continued to shower him with affectionate kisses.

"I don't want to," she murmured between her kisses, her playful tone momentarily contrasting the late hour.

He gently grasped her hand as she stopped kissing him, looking into her eyes. She held his gaze, her expression earnest. "It's 3 am," he pointed out, though her determination was clear.

With a soft sigh, she released his face but held it close, her eyes locked onto his. "I don't want to sleep," she confessed, her voice carrying a tinge of sadness. "Because if I sleep, the day will turn into tomorrow, and tomorrow we'll have to face whatever this between us may cause. I just want to live in this moment." Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions.

Aaron gazed at her, his eyes softening as he processed her words. He brought his hand up to gently caress her cheek, his thumb tracing a delicate path along her skin.

"You know," he began with a tender smile, "I learned that sometimes, living in the moment is the most beautiful thing we can do." She smiled back at him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and affection. "I guess you're right," she admitted, her fingers intertwining with his. "It's just hard to ignore the world outside."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a feather-light kiss. "I promise you," he whispered, his voice carrying a promise of sincerity, "we'll navigate through whatever comes our way, together."

Her heart skipped a beat as she looked into his eyes, feeling the weight of his words and the warmth of his touch. With a contented sigh, she nestled closer to him, their bodies fitting together perfectly. "Okay," she replied softly, her lips curling into a smile. "For now, let's just be in this moment, with no worries and no expectations."

He grinned and nodded, pulling her even closer until their bodies were pressed against each other. "Sounds like a plan," he murmured, capturing her lips in a sweet and lingering kiss.

As their lips finally parted, Aaron let out an exaggerated, theatrical sigh and tilted his head back, feigning exasperation. "How did I manage to last so long without kissing you?" he mused dramatically, his voice laced with playful disbelief.

Y/N couldn't help but giggle at his antics, her eyes twinkling with affection as she watched him. "Oh, I don't know," she replied with a teasing smile, "maybe you were just building up your endurance."

He turned his head to look at her again, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Endurance, huh? Well, I must say it's paid off."

Her laughter rang through the room as she playfully swatted his arm. "You're such a charmer."

He shifted his weight, propping himself up on one elbow, his gaze locked onto hers. "Only for you," he said, his voice softening with sincerity. "I can't believe how beautiful you are."

Y/N's cheeks flushed with a mixture of shyness and delight, and she averted her gaze for a moment before meeting his again. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Agent Hotchner," she said mischievously, a playful glint in her eyes.

He pulled back slightly, his lips curving into a half-smile. "I'm not Agent Hotchner for you," he retorted, his voice teasing.

"Why not? It sounds hot," she laughed, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm.

"Hot?" He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence.

"Yes!" Her response was enthusiastic as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You look so good in a suit, and I can only imagine how you are on the job—all serious and bossy."

He pushed himself up from her, resting on his elbows, and let out a mock indignant sound. "Pff."

She looked at him quizzically. "What?" Her gaze shifted, and her playful expression turned into one of surprise. She couldn't help but notice a faint blush tinting his cheeks. "Oh my God," she exclaimed, barely holding back a laugh. "You like it when I call you that, don't you?" Her laughter bubbled forth, light and infectious.

He rolled his eyes with a playful groan, his lips curving into an affectionate smile. "Alright, alright. Maybe I don't mind it as much as I let on."

Her laughter subsided, and she looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes. "Well then, Agent Hotchner, I guess I'll just have to keep using it."

He chuckled softly, his gaze locked onto hers. "I suppose you can call me that... on certain occasions."

She raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Oh, really? And what would those occasions be?"

His hand reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle and intimate. "Perhaps when we're alone," he murmured, his voice dipping to a husky whisper, "and I can show you just how 'bossy' I can be."

A playful spark ignited in her eyes as she leaned in, her lips hovering just inches from his. "Is that a promise, Agent Hotchner?"

He closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against hers in a passionate, promising kiss. "Consider it a guarantee," he murmured, his voice holding a promise of the passion that lay ahead.

"I hope you keep your promises Agent", she said misciviously with a teasing tone.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked with a chuckle.

Her laughter filled the air as she nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, absolutely."

He let out a mock sigh. "What did I get myself into?"

She playfully grabbed his collar, pulling him closer. "No more backing out now," she declared, her tone filled with mock seriousness.

He smirked, letting himself be drawn in. "I suppose I'm stuck then."

"Absolutely." She released his collar, her fingers tracing a playful pattern on his chest.

As their playful banter continued, their smiles never left their faces, and the weight of their conversation from earlier seemed to fade into the background. At that moment, all that mattered was the lightness of their connection and the shared sense of joy that wrapped around them like a warm embrace.

"Now we sleep," he declared with gentle firmness, his voice carrying a sense of finality as he turned her around and pulled her close to his chest. He buried his nose into the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply as if trying to capture every bit of her essence.

She let out a contented sigh, snuggling into his embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her back. Her fingers found their way to his, entwining naturally as if they had always been meant to be intertwined. It was as if they were seeking reassurance in each other's touch, finding solace in the presence they had yearned for.

With her head nestled against his shoulder and his arms holding her protectively, they drifted into a peaceful slumber. The room was filled with the softness of their breathing, the warmth of their shared space, and the promise of tomorrow's uncertainties brushed aside by the certainty of their feelings for each other.

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The hours passed, and the soft morning light began to fill the room. However, it wasn't the sunlight that roused them from their slumber. It was the obnoxious ringing of Aaron's phone that shattered the tranquility of the moment. Y/N's head was nestled on Aaron's chest, and he carefully maneuvered to reach his phone from the nightstand without disturbing her. She made a soft sound of protest but snuggled even closer into him.

"Hotchner," he answered, recognizing Penelope's voice on the line. "Sorry, boss, but we have a new case."

Y/N started to wake up from Aaron's conversation, stirring in his arms. He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek and whispered, "Go back to sleep."

"New case?" she asked, her eyes half-closed.

"Yeah," he sighed and made a half-hearted attempt to get up.

"Kiss first," she said, and held onto his arm, not quite ready to let him go.

Aaron's lips curved into a soft smile as he leaned down and captured her lips in a lingering kiss, one that conveyed both his affection and regret at having to leave. Y/N's fingers gently traced the lines of his jaw before she reluctantly pulled away.

"You better go before I make it impossible for you to leave," she murmured, her eyes dancing with a mix of playfulness and affection.

He chuckled softly, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "As tempting as that sounds, duty calls."

With a final lingering look, Aaron reluctantly untangled himself from the embrace, giving Y/N's hand a reassuring squeeze, "I'll see you as soon as I can, and then we will talk about everything, okay? We will figure things out," he promised, his voice carrying a sense of determination and reassurance. With a final lingering look, he reluctantly turned away and headed down the hallway.

Just as he was about to step out, she called after him, "Wait!" Turning back, he raised an eyebrow in question, his hand still on the doorknob.

She hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Good luck, and stay safe," she whispered against his mouth, her eyes sparkling with warmth and tenderness. He couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling at the sight of her. "Thank you, I will," he replied softly, his voice filled with gratitude.

As he walked towards his car, Aaron's mind was filled with thoughts of the woman he had just left behind. He couldn't help but replay the moments they had shared over the past hours, the laughter, the teasing, and the tender exchanges that had solidified the connection between them. He felt a mixture of contentment and impatience, wanting to be back by her side, yet also knowing that their responsibilities couldn't be ignored.

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Aaron drove back to Rossi's place to pick up both Rossi and Jack. They dropped Jack off at Jess's place before making their way to the office. As soon as Jack was out of the car, Rossi turned towards Aaron with a knowing glint in his eyes.

"I’m taking it as a good sign that you didn’t come back last night?" Rossi asked, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

Aaron tried to bite back a smile, but he couldn't suppress the grin that spread across his face. He let out a chuckle and nodded, unable to hide his happiness.

"I think it's safe to say that things went pretty well," he admitted, his voice laced with a mix of contentment and relief.

Rossi gave him a hearty pat on the back. "Well, it's about time," he teased, his tone filled with genuine happiness for his friend.

"It definitely was," he agreed, his gaze turning back to Rossi. "Thanks for the push, by the way. I probably wouldn't have done anything if you hadn't been there."

Rossi waved off his gratitude. "Ah, don't mention it. I just knew all you needed was a little nudge in the right direction."

As they pulled into the office parking lot, Aaron felt a mixture of excitement and anticipation. He knew that the challenges they faced in both their personal and professional lives were far from over, but he was ready to tackle them head-on.

The team gathered for the briefing, absorbing all the information about their new case. It was a tense atmosphere, the weight of their responsibilities pressing on their shoulders. Once the briefing concluded, they quickly prepared to fly to Los Angeles, California, where the new case awaited.

As they boarded the jet, Aaron pulled out his phone, sending Y/N a quick message about their destination and that he was on the jet. He found himself smiling at the playful messages she sent in return, feeling a warmth spread through him. Lost in his thoughts and the exchanged messages, he was taken by surprise when Derek suddenly appeared, sliding into the seat in front of him.

"Who got you smiling like that?" Derek asked his tone light and teasing.

Aaron looked up, momentarily caught off guard before a small grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "Oh, just some personal matters," he replied vaguely, not wanting the rest of the team to know what was going on.

Derek raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with the response. "Personal matters, huh? The same personal matter we talked about last week?" he asked, his tone turning knowing as he recalled their conversation about Y/N.

"Let's just say that things have taken an unexpected turn," Aaron admitted with a smile.

Derek's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Good, good. You're going to have to spill the details eventually, you know."

Aaron sighed playfully, knowing that he wouldn't be able to avoid the topic for long. "I promise, when the time is right, I'll fill you in."

Derek chuckled, clearly satisfied with that response. "I'll hold you to that, Hotch."

As the plane engines roared to life and the jet taxied down the runway, Aaron exchanged a knowing look with Derek. While he wasn't ready to share the full story just yet, having a confidant like Derek on his side was reassuring, even as they faced the challenges of their new case.

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Y/N walked into the cozy café, greeted by the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods. Liz was already seated at their usual corner table, sipping on a latte and engrossed in a book. As Y/N approached, she looked up, her face lighting up with a warm smile.

"Hey, stranger," Liz greeted, closing her book and gesturing for Y/N to take a seat.

Y/N settled into the chair across from Liz, returning the smile. "Sorry, I'm a bit late. It's been quite a weekend."

Liz leaned in, her eyes curious. "Oh? Do tell."

Y/N took a deep breath, the events of the past day flooding her thoughts. "So, you know how I went to Jack's soccer game on Saturday?"

Liz nodded, her expression eager. "Yeah, you were debating whether to go or not. Did something happen?"

A soft smile tugged at Y/N's lips as she recalled the memories. "Well, I did end up going..."

Liz's eyes widened in surprise. "Aaand?"

Y/N chuckled. "Aaron the coach of the soccer team, cause of course he is. Long story short, we ended up talking and... one thing led to another, and we kind of... figured things out."

Liz's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Wait, you're going to have to give me more details than that! What do you mean, 'figured things out'?"

Y/N blushed, her cheeks warming. "We talked about what happened between us, how we both felt and... well, we decided to give things a shot. I mean it was a little bit more dramatic than that but yeah...", she chuckles.

Liz clapped her hands together, a wide grin on her face. "Oh my God, that's amazing!"

Y/N nodded a mixture of emotions swirling within her. "Yeah, it's incredible. We've been talking, spending time together, and it just feels right."

Liz leaned forward, her expression turning thoughtful. "But it's not all sunshine and rainbows, is it?"

Y/N's smile faded slightly as she considered Liz's question. "No, it's not. We both have our own responsibilities and commitments. Plus, there's Jack. I care about him a lot, and I don't want him to get caught up in any complications."

Liz nodded in understanding. "So, what's the plan? How are you going to navigate all of this?"

Y/N sighed, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. "Honestly, I don't know yet. Aaron and I have talked about it briefly, but we haven't figured out the details. We know we want to be together, but there are hurdles we need to address."

Y/N sighed, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. "Honestly, I don't know yet. Aaron and I have talked about it briefly, but we haven't figured out the details. We know we want to be together, but there are hurdles we need to address."

Liz leaned forward, her expression reassuring. "You know, Y/N, relationships are never easy, especially when there are external factors involved. But I have faith in both of you."

Y/N managed a small smile. "I appreciate that, Liz. It's just... sometimes it feels like there's so much to consider."

Liz nodded in understanding. "Of course, there are always factors to consider. But don't forget to prioritize your own happiness. You deserve that."

Y/N's smile grew more genuine as she thought about the previous night. "He was at my place last night. We stayed up until morning, just talking about everything in our lives. It felt so good, Liz like I was truly getting to know him on a deeper level. I've never felt this way before. It's like... I can't get enough of being around him."

Liz leaned in, her tone playfully teasing. "He was at your place the whole night? And I'm supposed to believe that nothing happened?"

Y/N laughed, her blush deepening. "Stop it! Seriously, nothing happened. Well, at least not yet." She winked, and both friends dissolved into laughter.

"But in all seriousness, he had to leave this morning for a new case. So, it's back to reality for both of us."

Y/N took a bite of her food, savoring the flavors, and then she remembered the playful threat Liz had made. "Talking about a new case, Liz, you can't just go around and threaten FBI agents!" Y/N said with a grin, shaking her head. "I mean, I appreciate the protective spirit, but you and Aaron at the school gate? That's bold."

Liz just shrugged, a playful smirk on her lips. Both friends burst into laughter again. As their laughter subsided, Y/N realized how lucky she was to have a friend like Liz who always had her back, even if it meant intimidating an FBI agent.

They both enjoyed their meal, savoring each bite and catching up on various stories from their lives. As they chatted and laughed, Y/N felt a sense of comfort and ease that only came from being around a true friend. After a particularly funny story that had them both in stitches, Y/N decided to capture the moment. She playfully posed with her drink, taking a sip, and Liz mimicked the pose with a grin. Y/N held her phone up and snapped a shot, capturing their genuine smiles and the lively atmosphere of the cafe. With a mischievous grin, she attached the picture to a message and sent it to Aaron.

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Meanwhile, in California, Aaron and the team had been immersed in a hectic and demanding case since their arrival. The urgency and complexity of the situation left them with little time for breaks, let alone proper meals. Finally, they managed to find a moment to sit down together and catch their breath.

As they sat around the table waiting for their food and reviewing the latest information on the case, Aaron's phone buzzed with a message from Y/N. He quickly checked the notification, a small smile forming on his lips as he saw the picture she had sent. Her warm, playful message warmed his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing to be with her.

"Having lunch with my partner-in-crime!💕 PS. She said the threat still stands," her message read. Aaron's eyes softened as he zoomed in on her face in the picture, captivated by her smile and the twinkle in her eyes. He felt a sense of warmth and happiness wash over him, even in the midst of the intense case they were working on.

Lost in the image on his phone, he didn't notice Emily approaching him until she put the takeout bags on the table and spoke up. "Ohhh, who is thaaatt?" she inquired with a mischievous grin, drawing the attention of the team towards him.

Aaron cleared his throat, his cheeks slightly flushed as he pocketed his phone. "Just a friend," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

"I wanna see that friend too," JJ chimed in, joined Emily, and looked over Aaron's shoulder to see his phone screen. "Oh, Hotch, you've got yourself a pretty girlfriend."

He gave a soft smile but didn't say anything, hoping to downplay the topic. However, Spencer's innocent curiosity couldn't be ignored. "Girlfriend? I thought you said she's just a friend."

At that, Emily burst into laughter, and Derek and Rossi exchanged knowing glances. JJ caught onto their reactions and pointed between the two, her eyes widening. "You two! You knew!"

Aaron sighed, realizing that the secret was out. "Guys, enough. This is not the time and place for this topic now," he said, trying to redirect their focus as he picked up his food from the bag.

But Emily couldn't resist adding with a grin, "Well, now we know what put that smile on your face."

The team shared amused looks before finally getting back to the task at hand, the conversation lighthearted and teasing in between discussing case details.

Two days had passed since she last saw Aaron. He was still in California, and despite the distance, they managed to stay connected through texts and occasional calls whenever he had the chance, which wasn't often given their busy schedules. So, it was a Monday night, and Y/N had already fallen asleep when the sound of her phone's ringtone jolted her awake.

"Are you still awake?" Aaron's message appeared on her screen.

Checking the time, she realized it was close to midnight, but she didn't hesitate to respond, typing, "Yes, I'm up," eager to seize any opportunity to talk to him.

Her phone rang immediately after she sent the message, and she quickly answered, trying to sound as awake as possible. She could hear the faint sounds of a police station in the background, making her heart skip a beat.

"Hey," she said softly, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and sleepiness.

"Hey," Aaron's voice sounded tired, and she could almost hear the weariness in his tone. "Sorry if I woke you up."

Y/N shook her head, despite knowing he couldn't see her. "Don't worry about it. I'm always up for a conversation with you."

He chuckled softly, the sound soothing even over the phone. "So, how's it going over there?" she asked, propping herself up on her elbows as she settled back against her pillows.

"We're making progress, but it's been quite hectic." She listened intently, letting him talk about the series of bank robberies and the team's efforts. As he spoke, she couldn't help but admire his dedication and passion for his work.

"And how about you? How's everything on your end?" he asked, his tone softening.

Y/N smiled, feeling grateful for his genuine interest. "I've been keeping busy with work. Oh, and I saw your press conference today."

"Ah, the press conference," he chuckled. What did you think?"

"You looked so professional and composed," she said, a hint of playfulness in her voice. "And dare I say, quite hot."

He laughed a genuine and warm sound that made her heart flutter. "I'll have to remember to thank JJ for forcing me to do it."

They continued talking, their conversation flowing easily despite the miles between them. At some point, Y/N yawned, unable to stifle it.

"Hey, you should get some rest," Aaron said gently. "I didn't realize it was so late."

Y/N shook her head, even though he couldn't see it. "I don't mind staying up for you. And I think you need sleep more than me."

There was a pause on his end, and when he spoke again, his voice held a mixture of emotions. “I was thinking when I’m back, maybe we could have dinner together?”

"I would love to," Y/N replied, a smile evident in her voice.

"It’s a date," he says, the excitement palpable in his tone.

"It’s a date," she confirmed, her heart racing at the thought of finally seeing him again.

"Get back to sleep, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon, hopefully."

"Hopefully. Take care of yourself, Aaron."

With a reluctant goodbye, they hung up, and Y/N settled back under her covers, her heart fluttering with anticipation. The late-night call might have interrupted her sleep, but it left her with a warmth that was worth every lost minute of rest. As she drifted off, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the connection they shared, and she eagerly looked forward to the day when Aaron would return, and they could finally have that dinner date they both anticipated.

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Not long after Aaron hung up the phone, the team followed a new lead and finally managed to catch the bank robbers in California. Exhausted but satisfied, they prepared to head back to Quantico. Aaron led the debriefing as they discussed the case, going over the details that led to the successful capture of the criminals. As the plane touched down in Virginia, the team gathered their belongings and made their way back to the BAU headquarters. The atmosphere was a mix of relief and exhaustion, yet a shared sense of accomplishment filled the air.

The elevator stopped on their floor and Garcia was already waiting for them behind the glass door of the office. The moment the team entered the bullpen, her eyes lit up, and she practically bounced up from her seat. As they approached, she swung the glass door open and greeted them with her signature enthusiasm.

"Welcome back, my wonderful crime-fighting crew!" Garcia exclaimed, "So, who's ready for some after-action analysis?"

Derek playfully kissed her on the cheek, a grin on his face. "Always. Lay it on us."

But before they could delve into the details of the case, Garcia turned her attention to Derek with a mock stern expression. "Hold on just a minute, mister! You have some explaining to do!"

Derek's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about, Baby girl?"

Garcia crossed her arms, her tone mockingly reproachful. "Oh no, don't 'Babygirl' me. How dare you not to tell me about Hotch's girlfriend sooner?"

Derek blinked, momentarily taken aback. "What? How did you...?"

Garcia wagged a finger at him. "Sugar Plum, you know secrets don't stay secret in this bullpen for long."

Derek chuckled, shaking his head. "Garcia, you know I can't just go around sharing other people's secrets."

Garcia's expression softened as she turned to Aaron, her eyes wide and pleading. "But why keep it secret from us? We're family! And now I want to see this girlfriend too. Emily and JJ already saw her. It's only fair if I do too."

Aaron chuckled at Garcia's antics. "You were the first one to see her, Penelope. You actually even met her."

Garcia's eyes widened in shock. "Wait, what? Me? When?"

Before Aaron could answer, he let out another chuckle and shook his head. "Well, I've got some paperwork to catch up on. I'll see you all later."

With that, he turned and started walking up the stairs to his office, leaving a slightly confused and intrigued Garcia behind. As the door to his office closed behind him, Garcia blinked a few times, her curiosity growing even stronger. She muttered to herself, "Oh, Hotch, you are so lucky I love you guys and I won't hack into your personal life... this time."

As the clock neared noon, Aaron sat in his office, going through the last stack of paperwork. He hoped that there wouldn't be a new case coming in tomorrow, giving him a chance to have a quiet evening and dinner with Y/N. His eyes were growing heavy, the lack of sleep finally catching up with him. He stretched his arms above his head, cracking his back, and ran his fingers through his hair. A shower and a long nap sounded incredibly appealing, but he had another plan in mind first.

With a determined sigh, Aaron pushed himself away from his desk and grabbed his coat. He knew he should prioritize sleep, but he had something else he needed to do. As he drove to Jack's school, his mind raced with thoughts of how tired he was and how good it would feel to finally sleep for a full 12 hours. But as he thought about the look of surprise and happiness on his son's face when he saw him waiting, those thoughts melted away.

But as he thought about the look of surprise and happiness on his son's face when he saw him waiting, those thoughts melted away, and seeing Y/N was a plus on top of that. He made his way to the playground where the kids were picked up and immediately headed toward Y/N and Jack, who had their backs turned to him. Aaron couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips as he approached, his heart warming at the sight of his son.

"Hey, buddy," Aaron greeted Jack with a wide smile as he came into view.

"Dad!" Jack turned around, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he rushed over and hugged him tightly.

Aaron hugged him back just as tightly, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the warmth of the moment. "Missed you, champ."

"I missed you too!" Jack exclaimed, his face beaming.

Aaron glanced over at Y/N, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her. He knew they had to keep their distance, especially in public, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing as he met her gaze. They couldn't risk anyone noticing their connection, so he settled for a handshake, a small but tangible point of contact.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hotchner," Y/N said with a polite smile, her eyes reflecting the same sentiment he felt.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Y/L/N," he replied in a formal tone, their words carefully chosen to maintain the necessary distance. It was a charade they had to keep up, despite how much they wanted to be close.

Jack, in his innocence, seemed oblivious to the tension between his father and Y/N. "Dad, Mrs. Y/L/N is letting us do a science experiment tomorrow!"

"That sounds like a lot of fun," Aaron replied, keeping his tone light and cheerful.

"Yeah, and she said she's bringing in some cool stuff for it!" Jack continued, his excitement infectious.

"Sounds like it'll be a blast," Aaron agreed, glancing at Y/N and giving her a nod of approval.

Y/N smiled at Jack. "I can't wait to see your reactions."

As more parents and kids gathered around, their conversation naturally turned to school-related topics, and Aaron and Y/N continued to engage with each other in a formal manner. It was a dance they had mastered, keeping their true feelings hidden from the prying eyes around them. In school, among other people, they were Mr. Hotchner and Mrs. Y/L/N, just acquaintances.

They were about to say their goodbyes when Jack piped up, "Dad, I'm just going to say goodbye to Paul," and dashed off toward his friend, leaving Y/N and Aaron momentarily alone.

Aaron stared ahead, deliberately avoiding making eye contact with Y/N. The fear of others noticing the depth of his feelings for her kept him from indulging in even the briefest of glances. In a soft voice, he finally spoke his words carrying the weight of the emotions he had been holding back. "I missed you."

Her response was equally gentle, carrying the same sentiment he felt. "Me too."

"Dinner tomorrow at my place?" he suggested his tone a mixture of hope and anticipation. "I can cook for you."

Y/N's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "You cook?"

He chuckled a hint of self-deprecation in his tone. "Well, not the best, but Rossi gave the team some cooking lessons."

Her lips curved into a smile. "Then I would love to."

As the words hung in the air, Aaron couldn't resist glancing at her face, his resolve weakening for just a moment. But he immediately regretted it, aware of the desire that flared within him. It was a struggle to keep from cupping her face and pulling her close, to kiss her senseless right then and there.

Jack's return with his friend broke the charged moment, and Aaron straightened slightly, his expression neutral once more. But deep down, the anticipation of their upcoming dinner and the promise of being able to finally let their guard down was a powerful undercurrent that neither of them could ignore.

Later in the day, after dinner, Aaron found himself helping Jessica clear the table while Jack was in his room finishing his homework. As he dried a plate, he took a deep breath and decided it was time to open up to his sister-in-law.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," he began, his voice steady yet tinged with a hint of nervousness.

Jessica looked up from the dishes she was washing, her warm eyes meeting his. "Sure, Aaron. What's on your mind?"

He hesitated for a moment, then finally let the words out. "I met someone."

There was a brief pause, a flicker of surprise passing through Jessica's features before she responded with genuine warmth. "That's great, Aaron. I'm genuinely happy for you. You know Hailey would've wanted you to find happiness."

A bittersweet smile touched his lips. "I know she would."

Curiosity sparkled in Jessica's eyes as she leaned against the counter. "So, who is she?"

Aaron's gaze flickered toward the ground, his mind momentarily replaying the time he had spent with Y/N, the laughter, the conversations, the stolen moments. "I want to introduce you to her eventually," he replied slowly, "but not just yet. It's all still really new."

Jessica nodded understandingly. "Take your time. I'll be here when you're ready."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Thank you, Jess."

She gently patted his arm. "Of course. So, how is she?"

A soft, almost dreamy look crossed Aaron's face as he met Jessica's gaze. "Indescribable, Jess. She's just wonderful."

Aaron's gaze softened as he met Jessica's eyes. "Actually, Jess, I wanted to talk to you about tomorrow. I've invited her over for dinner."

Understanding immediately dawned in Jessica's eyes, and a warm smile graced her lips. She nodded knowingly. "Of course, Aaron. You're wondering if I can take care of Jack while you have your date."

He nodded, his gratitude evident in his expression. "Yeah, exactly. I really appreciate it, Jess. It means a lot to me."

She placed a hand on his arm, offering him an affectionate smile. "You don't have to thank me, Aaron. I'm here to help. You know, I was actually thinking of taking Jack to the cinema tomorrow. There's a new superhero movie he's been excited about. What do you think?"

Aaron chuckled, nodding in approval. "I think he'd love that. He's been wanting to see that movie for weeks."

"Perfect, then. It's a plan," Jessica said with a wink. "You have your date and we'll have our movie night."

"Sounds like a win-win," Aaron agreed with a grin. "Thank you again, Jess. I don't know what I'd do without you."

She gave his arm another reassuring squeeze. "You don't have to worry about that, Aaron. We're family."

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Y/N stood in front of the mirror, her fingers drumming nervously on the edge of her dresser. She'd been at this for a while now, changing her outfit repeatedly in an attempt to find the perfect balance between looking her best and not overdoing it. She wanted tonight to be special, a memorable evening that marked their first official date. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she eyed the array of clothes she'd tried on and discarded.

Y/N glanced at her phone, her heart skipping a beat as she read Aaron's message. "Almost there to pick you up," it read. A surge of excitement rushed through her veins, and suddenly, the pressure to choose the perfect outfit felt even more urgent. She had little time left to get ready, but she was determined to make tonight special. With a determined nod, she pushed aside her uncertainty and decided to go all out. This was Aaron after all, the man who had seen her at her most disheveled, yet still managed to make her heart race. She deserved to feel just as confident and attractive tonight as he always made her feel. With a determined exhale, she opened her closet and began sifting through her options. She knew she wanted to look both stunning and comfortable, and she finally settled on a burgundy, form-fitting dress with long sleeves. The rich color complemented her skin tone beautifully, and the dress accentuated her curves in a way that made her feel confident and alluring.

As she slipped into the dress and admired herself in the mirror, she felt a rush of satisfaction. The intricate details and the way it clung to her figure were exactly what she needed to make a statement. But Y/N wasn't finished there. She wanted to add a touch of mystery to her look, something that would make Aaron's heart race.

She reached for a pair of black, see-through stockings that added a hint of allure without being overly revealing. They were the perfect complement to her dress, enhancing her ensemble and giving her an extra boost of confidence. With a satisfied nod, she moved on to her hair, opting for soft, blowout waves that framed her face in an effortlessly elegant way.

A soft knock on her door jolted her heart into a wild rhythm. She took a deep breath, her excitement and nervousness intermingling. This was it. Their first official date, a night that held the promise of more to come. With newfound confidence, she opened the door to find Aaron standing there, looking as handsome and composed as ever.

His eyes widened slightly as they raked over her form, and a slow smile curved his lips. "Wow," he breathed, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

Y/N felt her cheeks warm under his gaze, her earlier uncertainties fading away. "Hey," she greeted, her voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and shyness.

"Hey," he replied, stepping into her apartment. "You look absolutely stunning."

"Thank you," she said, a soft blush gracing her cheeks. "I figured I'd go all out for our first official date."

His smile widened, and his eyes filled with warmth. "I'm glad you did. You're always beautiful, but tonight, you're breathtaking." In his hand, he held a beautiful bouquet of pink peonies and roses. The sight of the flowers, vibrant and fragrant, only added to the charm of the moment. Y/N accepted the bouquet with a smile, touched by the gesture, "Oh, these are lovely!" she exclaimed, taking the bouquet and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

With the flowers in her hand, she went to find a vase, feeling his eyes on her the entire time. There was an intensity in his gaze that she couldn't ignore, a look that made her heart flutter. She placed the flowers in a vase, her fingers brushing against the soft petals, and turned to find him still watching her, unable to look away.

As they left the flowers on the table and made their way to his car, she felt his hand settle on her lower back. The touch sent a warm shiver down her spine, and she leaned into it, feeling the closeness between them. The drive to his apartment was filled with light conversation, their words carrying a sense of anticipation for the evening ahead.

When they walked into his apartment, she was met with the soft strains of music filling the air. The gentle melodies created an atmosphere of intimacy, setting the stage for what was to come. Candles adorned various surfaces, their warm glow casting a soft light that danced across the room. She couldn't help but smile at the effort he had put into creating this romantic ambiance.

Her gaze swept over the table, which was beautifully set for dinner. A centerpiece of pretty flowers caught her eye, and she felt a sense of wonder at how thoughtful he had been in preparing for their evening together. The room felt like a haven of warmth and comfort, a place where they could truly be themselves.

"Wow, you really went all out," she said, her eyes lingering on the candles. "This is so romantic."

Aaron chuckled, looking pleased with himself. "I wanted tonight to be special."

"Well, you definitely succeeded," she replied, feeling her heart flutter at his thoughtfulness.

"Let's see how the food turns out first," he said with a playful grin, reaching into his pocket to pull out a folded piece of paper. He unfolded it and held it up for her to see. "Carabonara ala Rossi," it read.

Y/N chuckled, impressed. "So, you're following Rossi's recipe? I'm intrigued."

He brought over a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass, their conversation flowing as they clinked their glasses together. The wine added to the relaxed atmosphere, and soon, Aaron took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearms, and made his way into the kitchen.

"Getting ready to work some magic in the kitchen?" she asked, taking a sip of her wine and leaning against the counter, her eyes never leaving him.

He gave her a mock-serious nod. "Absolutely. I'll have you know that I'm a seasoned professional now, thanks to Rossi's guidance."

She laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, I'm sure he'd be thrilled to hear that."

As he focused on the meal, they continued to chat and share stories, the banter and laughter flowing naturally between them. Every so often, their gazes would linger a little longer, their smiles becoming more intimate as the evening progressed.

She put her glass down and said, “Let me help you.”

He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "No, no, no."

Y/N crosses her arms, a determined look on her face. "Come on, let me help. I promise I won't mess anything up."

Before she could touch anything, he swiftly moved closer, his hand gently finding her waist as he lifted her up and placed her on the counter. Her heart skipped a beat at the sudden closeness, and she felt her cheeks flush as he leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss on her lips.

As he pulled back slightly, his lips curved into a tender smile. "You sit here, enjoy your wine, and look pretty."

Y/N's heart raced as she held his gaze, feeling a mixture of excitement and affection at that moment. She nodded with a playful pout. "Fine, but only if you promise to let me help next time."

He chuckled, brushing his thumb gently against her cheek. "Deal. Next time, you're my sous chef."

She grinned, leaning in to steal another quick kiss. "Looking forward to it."

Aaron continued cooking, their conversation flowing easily as they talked and laughed together when the doorbell rang. Just as Aaron was about to wash his hands, Y/N reached out and stopped him, "Let me get the door," she suggested, giving him a cute smile. Y/N hopped off the counter and walked over to the door. As she opened it, she was surprised to see Jessica standing there.

"Mrs. Y/L/N?" Jessica's voice held a mix of surprise and confusion.

Y/N was momentarily taken aback, not expecting her. She stuttered slightly, not sure what to say.

Aaron's voice echoed from the kitchen, "Who is it, sweetheart?" Concern laced his words as he walked into the living room.

Jessica's gaze shifted from Y/N to Aaron, and her shock was palpable. "Mrs. Y/L/N... is your date?"

Both Aaron and Y/N exchanged a surprised look, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events. They were momentarily silent, unsure of how to respond to Jessica's discovery.

Before they could say anything, Jessica walked past them and into Jack's room. She quickly retrieved his schoolbag, her voice firm as she spoke. "Jack forgot his school bag. He's waiting in the car. But we will talk about this later."

The door closed, leaving them in the aftermath of the unexpected encounter. Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and amusement at the situation. She buried her face in her hands, feeling the heat in her cheeks. "Oh my god, that was so embarrassing. I can only imagine what she thinks about me now," she mumbled, her voice muffled by her hands.

Aaron moved closer to her, his touch gentle as he reached out and took hold of her wrists. He gently lowered her hands from her face, his warm eyes meeting hers. "Hey, hey, look at me," he said soothingly. "It's fine. I was going to tell her soon anyway, okay? I don't want to keep you a secret, especially not from my family."

Y/N met his gaze, her embarrassment gradually fading as she took in the sincerity in his eyes and his reassuring words. She let out a small breath and managed a soft smile. "It's just... unexpected."

He gave her a playful grin, his fingers brushing against her wrists. "Well, I can assure you, Jess is pretty understanding. She might be a bit surprised, but she won't hold it against you."

She chuckled softly, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. "You really think so?"

He nodded, his smile warm. "Absolutely. And if anything, she'll probably be glad to see me moving on."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, her cheeks flushing again, this time with a mixture of happiness and affection. Before she could respond, the delicious aroma of the food caught their attention, reminding them that there was still a romantic dinner waiting for them.

Aaron nodded towards the kitchen, still holding onto her wrists. "Shall we?"

She nodded back, feeling a warmth in her chest as they walked together towards the kitchen, their hands still linked.

As they sat down to enjoy the dinner Aaron had prepared, the atmosphere was a mixture of warmth and contemplation. Y/N took a bite of the delicious carbonara and then looked at Aaron, a serious expression on her face. "You know, we need to talk about how we're going to handle this, Aaron."

He nodded, his gaze equally serious. "I know. It's not just about us anymore, it's about Jack too."

She took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking. "I've been thinking about what happens when the school finds out. It's not like we can keep it a secret forever."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, and looked at her gratefully, his fingers curling around hers. "I know. And I've been thinking about that too. I don't want you and Jack to be affected by this in any negative way. And I don't want to impact Jack's school life. He's been through enough changes already."

She nodded in agreement. "I know. And that's why I've been thinking. Jack will have a new class teacher next year. Once that happens, all of this might not matter as much. But it's still half a year until summer."

He sighed again, his brow furrowing. "Half a year is a long time. Can we really keep it a secret from the school for that long?"

Y/N leaned in a bit, her eyes locking onto his. "Aaron, I believe we can do it. We just need to be careful. I don't want to hide our relationship, but I also want to protect Jack and myself."

He squeezed her hand gently. ""I know, Y/N. I don't want to keep our relationship a secret either. My friends already know, now Jess, and when the time is right, I want to tell Jack. We'll find a way to make this work."

As they continued their meal, their conversation deepened. They spoke about their hopes and fears, the challenges they anticipated, and the dreams they shared. It was a vulnerable and honest exchange, a testament to the depth of their connection. In those moments, they found solace in each other's understanding, reassured by the fact that they were in this together.

As the evening drew to a close, Aaron cleared the table and Y/N helped him with the dishes. They moved around the kitchen with a comfortable rhythm, each movement filled with a sense of unity. Once the last dish was dried and put away, they stood facing each other, the weight of their conversation still lingering in the air.

They finish dinner, pour some more wine, and get comfortable on the couch. Y/N's fingers play with a loose strand of Aaron's hair as they continue to talk, their faces close, sharing smiles and glances that speak volumes. The soft glow of the candles danced in their eyes, creating an atmosphere of intimacy that felt almost magical, as Aaron told her the story of how Emily and JJ saw her picture on her phone, how Penelope reacted, and that now everyone knows he has a girlfriend.

"Hmm, I'm your girlfriend now? I don't remember you asking," Y/N teased, her voice a gentle melody that resonated in the small space between them.

Aaron chuckled, his gaze fixed on her. "You have a point there. I guess I jumped the gun a bit, didn't I?"

She grinned playfully. "Just a little."

He leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from hers, his voice steady. "I want you to know that you mean a lot to me, and I want you to be a part of my life."

Y/N's smile grew, and she let out a pretend gasp. "Aaron, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" He lets out a laugh, "Yes, I am." She leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. "Well, I guess I can't resist that request. Yes, Aaron, I'd love to be your girlfriend."

As they leaned in, their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss. It was a promise, a declaration of their newfound connection, and a glimpse into the deeper feelings they held for each other. The kiss deepened, their bodies moving instinctively closer until they were pressed against each other, hearts beating in sync.

Their kisses deepened, each one filled with a growing intensity of desire. Aaron's hands explored her back, gently tracing the contours of her spine as he pulled her closer. Y/N's fingers found their way into his hair, their lips locked in a fiery embrace.

!!!!!

Their kisses deepened, each one filled with a growing intensity of desire. Aaron grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap, needing her closer. His hands explored her back, gently tracing the contours of her spine as he pulled her closer. Y/N's fingers found their way into his hair, their lips locked in a fiery embrace. The room grew warm from the passionate intensity between them, and it seemed as if nothing else mattered in the world but the fire that burned within their hearts. As their bodies pressed together, they could feel the heat rising up from the deepest depths of their souls, leaving them aching for more. The gentle brush of Y/N's hands along Aaron's muscular chest sent shivers down his spine, while her soft lips trailing kisses along his neck had him panting for breath. Lost in the moment, Aaron couldn't help but pull her closer, feeling the firmness of her breasts press against his own chest, leaving him craving more. His hands traveled from her waist down to the back of her thighs, pressing her down onto his lap. "Aaron.." she let out a soft moan, feeling how hard he was already. He let his hands slip under her dress, up to her ass, and squeezed it needily. "fuck, you drive me crazy", he murmured into her ear, kissing her jaw down to her cleavage. "Show me how crazy", she said voice shaky and her delicate fingers slid lower, reaching toward the growing bulge beneath his pants, making him moan with pleasure. He immediately stood up, still holding her close to his body, as he carried her over to his bedroom. He played her gently down on the bed and hovered over her, their lips moving hungrily against each other. Y/Ns hands found Aaron's shirt buttons and she began opening them up but he grabbed her wrists and set up a little, bringing a little distance between them.

"What, what is it?", she asked concerned, seeing the self-conscious look in his eyes.

"Remember when you asked me how often I got injured at work?", he asked, his eyes avoiding hers. "I do", she answers more confused. She straightens up and cups his face forcing him to look her in the eyes, "Hey, tell me what is going on"

He puts his hand on top of hers and lowers them, not letting go, "A couple of years ago I got hurt... pretty bad", he takes a breath "and it left scars on me", he explains pointing at his torso. She can see how challenging it is for him to talk about it and she wants to comfort him so she puts her hands on his shoulders, turns them around gently, and straddles his lap. She wants him to feel as desired as he makes her feel. Not averting his gaze from him she starts to unbutton his shirt again. She imagined maybe a big scar on his stomach but not this. Various scars were scattered all around his body and she realized that he probably got stabbed multiple times, over and over again.

She almost wants to cry now knowing how terribly hurt he was and how someone could do this to him. But she also feels his eyes on her, how he micro-analyses every move she makes. Gently she traces over some of the scars and hears how his breath hitches. Then she goes a step further and lowers her lips onto one of them, then another, and another.

"Y/N", Aaron moans breathlessly but she doesn't stop. She needs him to know that no matter how many scars he has, he will always be the most handsome man for her. She trails her kisses slowly upwards until their lips meet again. "Aaron you are the greatest and most handsome man I've ever met and nothing, really nothing will make me think otherwise OK?"

"What did I do to deserve you hmm?", he asks all the genuine emotions he feels for her are written on his face. He pulls her in, in a tender kiss but it turns desperate and frantic right away. His hands find their way to the hem of her dress and yanks it off of her. He needs a second to catch his breath when he sees her in the matching lacy lingerie set she's wearing.

"You put this on just for me?", he asks with a smirk.

"Let's say I was hoping you would keep your promise, Agent"

"Fuck", he turns her around in seconds so she's under him again. He hadn't felt a hunger like this in so long. Impatiently he takes her stockings off, trying to be careful not to rip them. his hand glides up her leg to her clit unable to tear his eyes away from it, as he pulls her underwear aside.

"Oh sweetheart look at you, already soaked", he smirkes circling his thumb over her sensitive spot.

"Aaron please...", she squirms under his touch.

He lowers his head until his breath lingers in front of her entrance, making her arch just in anticipation of what comes next. She throws her head back as his lips finally attach to her burning core and she grabs a handful of his hair, just so she has something to steady herself. She grinds down onto his tongue, drunk on pleasure. All the sounds and moans she is making, make him so much harder than he already is. He thrusts into her faster, feels her walls clenching around his tongue, and immediately pulls back, not wanting her to cum just yet.

"Noo, Aaron please don't stop", she protests and he bends down to kiss her. Her taste on his tongue makes her moan into his mouth. His hand travels under her back and he unclips her bra and latches onto her nipple biting it while his hand grabs her other breast.

"Aaron, please I need you inside me, now!", she begged to him.

"You are so impatient, darling. But I can't deny you anything", he kisses her neck, "You have me wrapped around your finger". He reaches beside the bed into the nightstand and pulls out a condom. Quickly he pulls his pants and boxers down and positions himself on the bed in front of her. She can't take her eyes off him and reaches over to his swollen cock, taking it into her hand and stroking it with expert precision, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Taking the condom package from him, she unwraps it and puts it on his throbbing dick. By her touch alone, he throws his head back and lets out a groan. He wastes no more time and positions himself in front of her entrance. As Aaron slowly eased himself inside Y/N, she let out a long sigh, feeling the sheer force of his passion consume her. Her body quaked beneath him, her cries filling the room as he pushed deeper into her tight core. His strong arms held her firmly against him, ensuring she felt safe and secure in his grasp. Their gazes locked, eyes full of raw lust and yearning, they knew that this night would be one neither would ever forget. He puts on a slow pace but hearing her moan his name, encourages him to thrust faster and faster. Their bodies moved together, driven by their desire. Aaron pulled Y/N close, kissing her deeply as he continued to pound into her.

With each thrust, Aaron grunted loudly, unable to contain his passionate release. The softness of Y/N's skin beneath his hands drove him wild, while the heat of her breath on his ear sent waves of ecstasy coursing through his veins. The musky scent of their arousal filled the room, making it difficult for either of them to focus on anything but the primal need driving them both. With their eyes locked onto each others, they moved together in perfect harmony, lost in the throes of passion. Aaron's hand caressed Y/N's naked body, tracing delicate lines across her supple skin, and eliciting soft moans of delight from her.

As their desires heightened, so did the urgency of their movements. Aaron's strong hands gripped Y/N's hips firmly, thrusting harder into her, eliciting groans of pleasure from both. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into her warmth. With each stroke, Aaron's growls echoed through the room, his passion ignited and fueled by her response. Y/N's body shakes as she cums screaming Aaron's name and he follows her right after. !!!!! They lay in each other's arms, catching their breaths, their bodies still tingling from the intensity of their passion. Aaron's bed sheets were a disheveled mess, evidence of their shared desire. He held her close to his chest, placing soft kisses on her hair as they both basked in the afterglow.

"That was... wow," she breathed, her voice filled with delight, and she couldn't help but giggle.

"Incredible," he agreed, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. They exchanged a loving smile, knowing that what they had just shared was something truly special. She let out a content sigh, finding comfort in the warmth of his embrace, and rested her head on his chest. As she began to drift into a drowsy state, she murmured, "I should leave soon, or I'll never leave this bed."

"Leave?" he asked, his voice still carrying the traces of their shared passion.

She lifted her head, placed her chin on his chest, and looked into his eyes. "It's a school day. I have to work tomorrow."

Aaron tightened his hold around her, refusing to let her go. "Oh no, you are not leaving this bed, no."

She chuckled and laughed at his determination, but he didn't relent, laying her flat on the bed and burying his head in her neck. "Aaron..."

"I have work tomorrow, and the experiment, I promised the kids, all that stuff is at home."

He whispered softly against her skin, "We will wake up early, and I'll drive you over, I promise. But right now, I can't let you get out of this bed."

Her gentle laughter filled the room as she continued running her fingers through his hair, her touch soothing and comforting. Gradually, she noticed the rise and fall of his chest evening out, his breathing becoming slow and rhythmic. Aaron had succumbed to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of their shared intimacy.

With a tender smile, she kissed his forehead softly and settled into the cocoon of his embrace. The world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them lost in the tranquility of the moment, where nothing else mattered but them.

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[eisforeidolon]

Question: What episode are you guys most proud of, that you just made and you really knew this is something special?

Jared: What episode are we most proud of that we made - of Supernatural?

Question: Of any show.

Jared: I'll go with Supernatural because we've got some Supernatural family members up here. What episode - I guess I'll start - sorry, I hear a little "Eeeeeeeeeeee" Was E.T. just up here? Why are we hearing "Eeeeeeeee" - just kidding, kidding. I think for me, this may seem obvious, the episode I'm most proud of and the most difficult episode to shoot was the series finale. It was rough. It was really rough. And it was a weird - I think when the COVID strike happened, we got - Jensen and I got sent home from Canada on Friday March 13th, Friday the 13th, appropriately, of 2020 because they thought they were going to shut the borders down. So they were like, get across the border, go see your family, we don't know what's going on, you know, there's a worldwide pandemic. And so we had the scripts by then, we had the last two scripts of the series and we got home and didn't go back to Vancouver until August 1st-ish? So I had four months - and a half - to sit there and read through the dialogue, I couldn't read through the scene, the barn scene especially, without crying. And so I'd like go - yeah, we have a little treadmill at our house - and so I had nothing else to do, I'd be like hey Genevieve can you take the kids for a second, I'm gonna go and just get a little run in and read through the episodes. And she's like, yeah, do it. So I'd go and I'd come back and my face would be all puffy and red, and she'd be like, oh shit, are you okay? Like, thinking I got bad news about a friend with COVID or something, and I'd be like yeah, just read the finale, it's cool, it's cool. Yeah, so that was very difficult. But I was very proud of that and it was very heartbreaking as well. Guys and gals?

[Julian Richings talks about being proud he was able to hit his mark in the big boat of a car Death drove in his intro, Sam Smith talks about all the little missing pieces character moments of Mary in Absence, and Alaina Huffman reminisces about getting "to kick the shit out of Crowley" and how great Mark Sheppard is.]

Mitch Pileggi: I'm gonna keep it with Supernatural, because I've been so fortunate to have such a long career and I can't remember most of it, so I couldn't remember moments from it. Probably the hugest, one of the hugest moments of my life was the day that I met Jared Padalecki. And, I mean, I've got the job, so I don't need to say that. Yeah, he ain't gonna fire me. So it was huge, I met an individual that has been so giving and so - to my family, to me and to my family and everybody around us on the show that we're doing now. I have to say that the show that we're doing now is my favorite show that I've ever done in the forty plus years of my career. Without a question, without a doubt, if you haven't seen it, start watching, please. But I think as far as Supernatural, I didn't understand most of what that character was doing and I'm still trying to figure it out. So, I mean even Bob Singer was like, what the hell is going on with those Campbells? So. But I have to say, the scene that I had with Jensen where he turns into the Yellow Eyed Demon was a blast. I had so much fun. I got to get up and sniff on Jensen real good and it was fun, I really enjoyed doing it. And just - like for both of them, when I met both of them, I think I took Jensen aside about four days working on the show and I said I just want to say that you two guys have got your heads screwed on right. Keep it that way, because this business can really twist you up and it hasn't done it to this day, so.

#supernatural panel #albuquerque comic con 2024

[thana-topsy]

If you're up for sharing more writing tips, how can I tell if what I've written is actually any good? With writing I get stuck in a cycle of feeling like I'm the next Shakespeare while writing but then I'll look over my work a few days later and absolutely hate everything and think it's the most cringe shit ever, then I'll leave it a bit longer and think eh it's not as bad as I thought but still not great and so on. I feel like being forced to write for a grade during school and having everything be marked and assessed and assigned a particular value has robbed me of the ability to critically analyse my own work in a way that's objective and accurate but also fair and realistic. I can analyse other peoples' stuff till the cows come home but I lose all rational thought when it comes to my own stuff

Adding onto that, how do I get to the point where I can stop looking back at my old work and hating everything and wanting to delete it all? Realistically I know finding fault with my old stuff is good bc it means I've grown and improved from where I once was etc but at the same time I wanna enjoy stuff I've made in the past without cringing every time I read it

Hey there Nony, I wanted to let this one percolate a little bit before answering because I've been where you are. And it's a rough time for sure. But aside from my own experiences, I also wanted to get the opinions of some of my writerly friends in the fandom, too, since everyone is a little font of wisdom in their own right.

So I'm going to share their advice alongside my own, because this is kind of a complicated string of questions you're asking. Long post ahead!

@paraparadigm says to Keep Writing: "Write more. Write so much (and so many different things) that eventually the sheer volume bulldozes over self-devouring ego, comparison twitches, or feeling lost, because you don't yet know your own baseline. Coupled with "read more, read everything, read things you enjoy and things you don't, read for the craft as much as the entertainment." And: "I'd add that when revisiting old writing, it's helpful for me to differentiate between "ew the writing is not as technically solid as it is now" and "ah that's interesting, I guess that's where I was at then, emotionally and psychologically". Old writing is also a sort of archaeological record of your younger self, and that can, in fact, be a bit itchy to revisit, so learning to cherish that without passing judgement can be really helpful. I try to treat it like those little marks one puts on the door jamb to track a kid's height."

@mareenavee says "Part of it is writing more, as Para said and I will always second that. Another part is, honestly, the hardest part. It's to try very hard to get out of the habit of negative self-talk.... There's so much work involved with this but normalizing being proud of your work and having some grace with yourself is part of that answer."

@archangelsunited says "Early on, instead of going “this has to be a masterpiece” I would tell myself my only job was to tell a story. I couldn’t tell a story if I was deleting it. Also, talking about your work helps. The less ashamed I was of my writing, the more people wanted to read it. There is a need to hide your work, and that can lead to a downward spiral all its own. And, 90% of the time, you have to suck at something to learn to be good at something. The work you already wrote shouldn’t be the sum of all your skill, it should be one of those measuring sticks for the moment. Despite previous thought, you won’t be stuck at the same level forever."

@polypolymorph says "In addition to accumulating experience via reading and writing, you also have to be willing to reinvent the wheel. Unfortunately the Process™️ is unique to everyone, and even when you are deliberately mimicking a voice as, say, a ghost writer, you can't expect that 2+2=4 for you. Your process might look more like a Lotka-Volterra equation for the same type of work and that's okay. Trial and error is the best way to figure out what advice actually works for you--and if it doesn't, it doesn't mean you're wrong. Don't get stuck on pop writing advice like a sad roomba does on an upturned rug. Learn when to throw it out."

So there's some advice from some other excellent writers! I hope you've been able to find some value in their advice, because it certainly kicked me in the pants a few times.

As for me, I think, having been where you are, my biggest piece of advice is: Find joy in the craft. Get curious instead of critical. An artist shouldn't down themselves over a rough sketch when they're working out a drawing, so why would a writer do such a thing? Everything you write is practice. Everything you make has value because it builds up to the next thing you make.

At the end of the day, you are the only one who is capable of telling the stories that are in your head. This fact alone gives whatever you put onto paper value, regardless of quality. You are creating magic, in the most literal sense! Creating something out of nothing, conjuring images into someone else's mind from hundreds of thousands of miles away, transcending space and time. It's amazing!

Lastly, my final piece of advice is to just write for fun. Write things nobody else will ever see just because you wanted to get words onto paper. You have to unlearn what was drilled into you in school. You are more than a content creation machine. You are an artist, a wordsmith. And just know that there will never be a day when you look at your own work and say "That's it, I have achieved perfection."

Writing is a life-long journey. Just enjoy the ride!

#topsy's asks #writing #on writing #writing advice #writeblr #fanfiction

[ohhiimweird]

hey there! i read 'new romantics' and i love your writing! is it alright if i request some romantic hurt/comfort hcs with an overworked gn reader for the turtle family? (Like the bros + April?) This week has been uber stressful for me and reading fics like yours always calms me down hfdhjds

Bold of you to not be anonymous...

Reader: Gender Neutral

Characters: Donnie, Raph, Mikey, April, Leo

Relationship: Romantic

Content Warnings: None!

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I'll Cover for You

Donnie:

He's the type of person to try and get to the root of the problem. But, that doesn't mean he won't let you rant a little

He'll be working on something while you sit and rant about your assignments at school or a job. Just know that he is listening to every word you say. You don't have to worry about that

Expect a pat on the shoulder or head from one of his mechanical arms on his battle shell. This is Donnie we're talking about after all

He'll ask a few questions and suggest what you can do when you've calmed down a little.

He might need to calm down a little too, though. Because Donnie was probably freaking out the moment you entered the room on the verge of tears

Donnie will give you some kind of alarm that tells you when to take a break from your work. If you ignore the alarm, Donnie will know

All in all, he loves and cares about you more than his tech. That is saying something

Raph:

Raph is the oldest sibling, besides April. So, he knows how to comfort people. It's basically an instinct for him

Doesn't matter if you're stubborn. He will carry you over his shoulder if it meant getting you away from your schoolwork. Don't underestimate him. He's done it to Donnie

He lets you hold one of his stuffed animals while you vent. You can just hold it without saying anything too. Just be careful with it because Raph loves those guys like they're his children

Raph will hold you too and give you comforting words. He might slip into a baby voice if you're stressed enough. That's more of an instinct

Once you're calm, he reassures you that you're doing the best you can. You're just one person after all. He's impressed you can do the schoolwork you do at all

He'll start to check on you more often after this incident, making sure you're not stressed out like that again

The experience as an older sibling may have helped, but Raph still prides himself as someone you can go to. Even though that's what being a couple is all about

Mikey:

Mikey knows you're stressed before you can even tell him. He's much more in tune with his emotions. It comes with him being the youngest and also the family therapist

The first thing Mikey does is gently pull you away from your assignments and toward his sketchbook

this usually works and you're venting while making several marks on the paper. this only works if you're not stubborn however

If you are, he's pulling out the glasses. You will have to run if you don't want to deal with Dr. Feelings. Actually, I don't running will work. That boy has stamina and will find you...

Once he gets the words out of you, Mikey smothers you with physical affection. I'm talking hugs, cuddles, and many kisses

He reassures you that he loves you, and tells you that it's okay that you're busy

Mikey would give you his heart if it meant you'd never be stressed again. Please don't let go of that heart

April:

Mayhem is now your certified therapy-dog. Although I don't know whether or not he's a dog. But that's okay because he's a dog in spirit

Anyways, back to April. She's your shoulder to cry on and someone to hold

She's also going to hype you up and tell you you're doing great. If you need someone to point out the good things from your failure, she's your gal (she's known to struggle with failure too, man)

If you're struggling with a class she either took before or has the same class as you, she'll try and help you

She'll invite you to stay the night if you need it. You'll do some self-care together

Much like the others, she's affirming that she cares about you and loves you

Through your stress, April is going to worm her way through it and reach out

Leo:

Motherfucker is portaling to your room and pulling you away from your schoolwork

"Leo, I was working!" "No <3"

He's taking you into a pillow fort, pulling you under the blankets, and putting on Jupiter Jim

Despite how he presents himself, Leo has a keen eye. He may not be as emotional as Mikey, but he knows when you're stressed and swamped with work

So, he does what any good boyfriend does and makes a fun night out of comforting you

Again, you're watching Jupiter Jim, he's doing an entire skin routine with you. By the end of it, he's holding you as you grow tired and fall asleep

He knows you won't stop working until you have nothing left, however, he'll let you know that he's always going to be there no matter what

Thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoyed reading these headcanons

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