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Safe. Protected. Home.

Pairing: Tim Bradford x Fem!Reader

Author's Note: I finished the entire series in a week and I am literally so obsessed! I cannot wait for the next season and I just had to write for Tim. I really hope you enjoy this. Requests for "The Rookie" are open!

Word Count: 1.2 K

When you think of Tim Bradford, now Sergeant Bradford, a lot of things come to mind. Tough. No-nonsense. Fiercely dedicated. The kind of guy who thrives under pressure and expects nothing less from those around him. Tim’s the guy who keeps people at arm’s length, both metaphorically and literally, a fortress of hard-earned authority. But one thing you’d never peg him as? A sucker for cuddles. Or hugs.

He wasn’t the kind of guy you’d expect to be a sucker for cuddles. Or hugs. Stoic, guarded—those were the words people used to describe him. The guy who kept his emotions in check, always composed, always in control. But after 18 gruelling hours on his feet, every inch of his body ached, and his mind buzzed with exhaustion and all he could think about as he drove home was y/n, the way she’d wrap her arms around him. How she’d rest her cheek against his chest, her warmth seeping into him like sunlight after a storm. It was all he wanted and all he could think about.

The moment he reached home, every part of him itched to burst through the door, stride straight to her, and lose himself in her embrace. He could almost feel it—the warmth of her arms around him, the soft scent of her shampoo filling his senses, melting away the weight of the last 18 hours. But as he reached the door, his hand hesitated on the key. What if she was sleeping? The thought softened his urgency. Quietly, he slid the key into the lock, turning it with deliberate care, the faintest click breaking the silence. Pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, he tiptoed across the threshold, his movements cautious and measured.

But little did he know that sleep was the last thing on her mind. She was curled up on the couch, a book resting in her lap, softly humming along to the faint music playing in the background. The moment her y/e/c eyes met his, her face lit up, and she sprang to her feet, her joy radiating like sunlight through the room. Her expression quickly shifted as her gaze sharpened, scanning him from head to toe with practiced care. She looked for any signs of injury, any hidden pain he might be hiding, her concern as palpable as her love. Only when she was certain he was physically okay, did the tension in y/n's shoulders ease, and a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding escaped. His reaction was the opposite though. The sharp, vigilant eyes that had been trained all day to watch for danger, to stay alert to every possible threat, softened the instant they locked onto hers. In her presence, the edges of his world dulled, and for the first time in hours, he felt something close to peace. Tim Bradford had finally made it to his home.

“You’re home,” y/n said softly, he didn’t say a word, just crossed the room in three long strides and pulled her into his arms. The weight of the world slipped away as her familiar scent surrounded him, grounding him.

"Hey, baby," she said softly, her voice warm and soothing as she pulled him closer. "Rough day? I saw the news. I’m so proud of you."

He let out a weary sigh and pulled back a little, “I’m just grateful we got those kids back to their parents safely," he murmured, his voice heavy with exhaustion yet tinged with relief.

Y/n reached out, her fingers grazing his cheek gently. "You did good," she whispered, her gaze steady and full of admiration. "More than good." Tim only hummed in response as he buried his face further into her hair.

"Are you hungry? Should I warm up some dinner for you?" she asked, her voice laced with concern as her eyes searched his face.

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "No, we grabbed something from the food truck near the station before heading out. Did YOU eat?" His hands found her cheeks, cupping them gently as his eyes filled with worry, scanning her face like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

She grinned, a playful spark lighting her expression. "I did. The last time I offered to wait and have dinner with you after work, you threatened to watch ‘The Bachelor’ without me. Remember that?"

His smile widened into a low chuckle. "And the threat still stands," he teased. "I’m gonna grab a quick shower, and then we can get back to it. Maybe... some cuddles, too?" His voice softened with hope, a rare vulnerability sneaking through his exhaustion.

"Deal, Sergeant," she replied, laughter bubbling in her tone as she poked his chest. "But make it quick, or I’m starting the episode without you."

He gave her a mock salute, his grin growing as he headed for the bathroom.

When he came back, the living room was unrecognizable, transformed into a cosy sanctuary. Y/n had pulled out the couch to its full size, layering it with a soft, inviting blanket and scattering pillows around. A few of her stuffed toys nestled in the corners, adding a playful touch, while a small assortment of chocolates and snacks sat neatly on the table beside the sofa, within easy reach. The fairy lights she’d insisted on months ago— “They add character!” she’d argued—were now casting a warm, gentle glow over the room, their soft twinkle making the space feel magical. The TV was ready, paused at the latest episode of ‘The Bachelor’, the title screen glowing in quiet anticipation. As if that wasn’t enough, a few lavender-scented candles flickered softly in the background, their soothing aroma already working to calm his frayed nerves. She’d remembered, of course—lavender always helped him unwind.

He stood there for a moment, taking it all in, his heart swelling with gratitude and affection. This wasn’t just a room; it was a safe haven. Yet none of it held a candle to her. Y/n was his safe haven. She stood in the middle of it all, a quiet smile playing on her lips, her eyes full of love and a hint of mischief. Y/n wasn’t just the one who made the room feel like home. She was home.

“Hey, you’ve been standing there for a while. Want me to bring the party to you?” she quipped.

With a terse nod, he shakes his head and runs over to her. No words were needed.

As he reached her, she shifted on the couch, sitting upright to make room for him. Without hesitation, he lowered himself onto the soft cushions, resting his head against her chest. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat filled his ears, a soothing melody that made every hardship, every struggle of the last few days, feel distant and almost insignificant. He snuggled in closer, his body melting into hers, while her arms wrapped around him protectively. One hand rested on his back, grounding him, while the other slipped into his hair, her fingers weaving through the strands with gentle, rhythmic motions.

For years, Tim Bradford had carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, always the protector, always the shield. But here, in her arms, he finally felt something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in far too long.

Safe. Protected. Home.

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THIS

By @eniidraws

OBX P-LINKS

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this was a little rushed .. its a struggle finding lesbian links,, like actually ,.

They just want to take EVERYTHING!!!!!

they want to take everything away from us

This was so sinful and good. Ugh I can’t I loved itttt.❤️

Ma’am I currently have covid so I’m chillin my room & was wondering if you could possibly take the time out to write some disrespectful dirty af smut for my mans Colby? Like make up sex type shet 🥵🥵😏😏

Thank you boo 💝

(gif not mine)

You tried explaining the whole way home that women gawk at him all the time and that you got used to it, but he's having none of it.

This all started at the award show we went to tonight. One of his fellow creators was making googly eyes at your cleavage the whole night and Colby took notice. What drove it home was when we pulled into the driveway and our neighbor Joseph made a comment about how we both looked nice, me especially.

Colby shook his head with his signature smirk and I knew I would have to be doing some groveling tonight.

Joseph has caused issues with us before as he's in his early 40's, a well respected surgeon with 2 Ph.d's, a Doctorate and easy on the eyes. This causing Colby to feel inferior when a "chode nose having, geriatric, Chris Hansen's most wanted grown ass man with an end of adolescence fetish" shamelessly flirts with you in front of him like he's better than him.

"Sam and I have businesses too."

"I know, baby."

"I'm fucking damn near 20 years younger than him and I'm well respected in my field, I'm with the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, I have the best fucking friends, I've traveled, I've won awards AND I was Joe fucking Rogen's podcast. He is not better than me," he said looking you directly in your eyes.

Once his rant was over, you grabbed the sides of his face as a way to calm him down knowing his anger wasn't directed at you. This was 8 months ago, 3 weeks after you moved in

Tonight he walked through the door with a huff, not bothering to hold it open.

"Um, thanks. Dick." I called out to him when I stopped the door from slamming in my face. I saw him swallow some of what was in his glass before speaking for the first time in a long while,

"You love that shit, don't you?"

I stop in my tracks and turn to face him,

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Them! All of them looking at you. One of which lives right next door. You fuck him yet? Is that why he's trying so hard to be my friend with that condescending, shit eating grin?"

"You're drunk and I'm going to bed. I already said I was sorry for my tits being on full display. What do you want me to do? Get a reduction?"

He brought his glass to his lips once more and raised his eyebrows.

"Fuck. You." I turned back around to stomp up the stairs to decompress. I take off my jewelry and shawl before unzipping the gown I'm in.

I walk in the bathroom and turn on the water. I go under the sink grabbing my favorite body wash and take a much needed shower. When I exit I see Colby undressing at the dresser, facing the mirror.

I know he didn't mean it in the slightest, but I'm still upset about what he suggested about my breast size so I decide to put on a show for someone who enjoys them in all their glory. Still in my towel, I saunter over to my side of the dresser and grab my favorite body lotion.

In that time, I notice Joseph's office light is on and the blinds are cracked. I walk over to our curtains and open them before sitting on the bed.

To anyone else, it looked like I wanted to let the city lights in, but he knew. They both did. Colby eyed me in the mirror before looking out the window.

Without a single word, he drags me along out to our balcony where the cool air heats up. He bends me over the balcony and slaps my ass. Colby pulls down my panties and inserts himself into me.

He grabs my neck and forces me to arch my back as he pounds into me.

"What's my name?"

"Dick."

He grabs my hair, “What’s my name, Y/N?”

“Daddy.” I whimper

“I can’t hear you, princess,” my body shudders and my pussy gets wetter as his grip tightens around my neck.

“Daddy!” I scream out.

“That’s right. Who else makes you feel this good? Hmmm? Tell me.”

I move my arm back to try to slow him down a bit, but he moves it away. I stand up straight and Colby wraps his free arm around my waist pushing his dick further up into me. My eyes roll the back of my head. He moves to my ear and I can hear his heavy breathing,

“Answer me”

“You, Colby! Fuck I’m gonna cum!" My vision starts to go dark and he chuckles,

“No you’re not, Baby. You’re gonna hold it like a good girl.” I whine at his words and dig my nails into his tensed muscular thigh.

He exits me and jacks off, letting my cum drip over off his tip. His head falls back at the sensation before making his next command,

“On the chair ass up” I go over to the chair and place my hands on the arm rests. He smacks my ass and I moan. My legs shake as I bite my lip. I feel Colby enter me again this time a little slower. Making me feel the length of his pulsating cock.

He gives that first good thrust, having my ass bounce back on him which only prompts him to smack it more.

“Daddy that feels so good” I stand on my tippy toes and arch my back further down.

“Bounce on me baby” I begin meeting his thrusts. He slips out of me, but immediately puts it back in getting my closer to my orgasm.

“Fuck you’re so sexy,” he plays with my clit making me shake.

“Can I please cum daddy please.”

“Hold it” he demands. He pounds harder and my eyesight gets weaker.

“Ugh daddy please” my body rattles and Colby cums balls deep in me. I can’t hold it anymore and I squirt over our feet, inevitably pushing him out. I scream out his name when he flicks his still hard cock over my soaking clit, dragging out the streams of ecstasy. I see Joseph's lights go off, but I don't care. I feel lips press to my shoulder blade with a slight bite and chuckle. Colby knows he won.

“That’s it, baby. I want it all over me," he smirks before sinking to his knees and lapping me up with licks and slurps. He stands back up and spins me around to make me taste myself. To my surprise, he spits the mixture of our cum into my mouth with the darkest eyes I've seen.

My knees go weak and I moan into his mouth. His hand wraps around my throat one more time,

“You’re mine don’t forget that," he says. Leaving me naked and spent out in the crisp Summer night.

a/n: there is a sentence that says Joseph is into women who are at the end of adolescence and and i just wanted to hat it noted that adolescence doesn't end until 24 years old

reblog if you see your kink:

♡hair pulling

♡having financial stability

♡choking

♡recycling

♡bondage

♡saving the bees

♡role playing

♡having a healthy sleep schedule

may I request an angst with evan buckley

"keep your eyes on me." promt with an established relationship please! but hes been through a lot give him his happy ending please, i love him so much 🫶🏻

Lightning Strike.

28. "Keep your eyes on me."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. my soft sweet buck. thank you for this request <3

Pairing - Evan Buckley x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - sad buck. mentions of a sort of panic attack.

Word Count - 500 ish maybe??

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Buck is the king of putting on a brave face.

Always strong, never faltering. He reassures everyone he's fine time and time again, smiling and cracking jokes. But you see right through him.

You've always been able to read him like a book. You don't even have to try.

After the lightning strike, Buck doubled down on his brave face. He wouldn't let anyone see him upset - not even Eddie. Which is rare. And worrying.

He seems to be coping surprisingly well, desperate to get back to work and resume normal routine. While he's stuck at home, he's been cooking, doing puzzles, watching football. You're greeted with a lovingly cooked meal and a glass of wine every time you walk through the door.

Until today.

Today, you walk into the apartment, and it's dark. No lights on, no TV blaring sound. Nothing.

"Buck?"

Silence.

"Buck? Baby? I'm home," you call.

Now you're worried.

You start striding through the apartment, navigating your way through the darkness. When you hear a sniffle, your head whips around. There's Buck, knees pressed to his chest, jammed in between the nightstand and the wall. He's curled up on the ground, head resting on his arms that are protectively wrapped around his legs.

"Buck? Hey, did something happen?"

"Yeah," he murmurs hoarsely. "I got hit by lightning."

"I remember," you say gently. "Did something happen today?"

"I don't know," he whispers. "I think I've been distracting myself. And today it all came crashing down."

"Talk to me," you urge.

Buck's lip trembles, and so do his hands. Warm, salty tears drip down his face, and his breathing quickens rapidly.

"Hey, hey. Keep your eyes on me, Buck."

He locks his gaze onto yours, and mirrors your breathing carefully. Eventually, he calms down enough to speak.

"I died. I've been so close to death so many times that I'm kinda numb to it. But this time was so real. How am I supposed to go on living my life like nothing happened, when I literally died?"

"You don't have to live like nothing happened, baby," you reassure, moving to sit down in front of him. "No one expects you to do that."

"I just -," he sighs, trying to formulate a coherent thought. "I just don't know how to carry on."

You reach out gently and place a hand on his cheek, wiping away the tears that are spilling over. Your thumb strokes his cheekbone carefully, grounding him back down to Earth.

"I know you're like, totally anti therapy -," you begin, and he laughs. "But talking to a therapist or a trauma counsellor might really help. Or maybe we find a support group. This is LA, there's groups for everything."

"You think there's a lightning strike support group?" he jokes.

"I honestly wouldn't be surprised," you chuckle. "And if there isn't? Well, we'll start one."

"I might be the only person who attends."

"Fine by me," you tease, nudging him lovingly.

You stand up, and offer him a hand. He takes it gratefully, getting up and instantly wrapping his arms around you. He inhales the scent of your vanilla shampoo, and the tension leaves his shoulders rapidly.

"I love you," he murmurs into your hair. "I'm so lucky."

"I'm the lucky one," you reassure. "Well, technically you are, since you got hit by lightning. And survived."

"I've always been one in a million," he chuckles, squeezing you a little tighter.

"Yes, you have. My one in a million, Evan Buckley."

This was so good I loved it and it was written amazingly

childhood friends (Finnick Odair)

summary; after three years of not talking to Finnick, you get reaped for the Hunger Games, and he decides it's time to apologize for leaving you behind the way he did.

warnings; swearing

wc; 3.6k

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When you finally became eligible for the Hunger Games five years ago, you accidentally started a nasty habit of wishing to get deathly ill to avoid the reaping. All you want is to get sick enough for the peacekeepers to give you a pass, because if they think that you’ll die before you reach the arena, then they don’t want you. The Capitol wants entertainment, and a sickly tribute is a boring tribute.

The goal is to survive the illness, whatever it may be. Let it take weeks for you to recover, if that’s what has to happen. As long as you don’t die from it, because that’s exactly the problem you’re trying to avoid.

You didn’t live seventeen years of your life only to be reaped and thrown into an area to fight for your life. You made it this far. You have one more year until you’re free from the reaping. Free.

Unfortunately, for the past five years, you’ve woken up as healthy as the day you were born. There’s not a single symptom that you could bend to look malicious. You think that if you end up surviving this year’s reaping, that you’re going to go around licking doorknobs to make sure that you’re sick next year.

You turn to the bathtub full of water that your mom’s been filling for you while you made breakfast. It’s probably not even warm anymore, but you have no choice. She won’t let you go outside unless you’re well-dressed in the chance that you do get selected in the reaping. She won’t have her eldest representing the family badly.

You step into the tub, and pleasantly find that it’s lukewarm. It won’t be this way for long, you have a small window to get yourself cleaned up and hair washed before it turns ice cold. You sink into the tun, letting it warm your skin slightly, and then you get started.

As you scrub your skin with a bar of unscented soap, you stare at the adjacent wall. In the Capitol, you heard that they have running showers. You can turn the knob and have hot water come out immediately, and bathtubs that they can fill with hot water without having to wait over an hour for the water to boil first.

They might have those appliances here somewhere in the district. If you had to guess, you’d say the Justice Building, where the mayor and his family stays, or any of the victor homes in Victor’s Village. Since they won the Hunger Games, it’s nothing but the best for them.

You bet that they forget that the rest of the district doesn’t have the same luxury as they do with the hot water. Even the upper class part of district four doesn’t have showers. The houses were never installed with them—maybe better bathtubs. You can’t imagine how expensive it would be to run that water.

You don’t think you’d leave the bathroom ever again. You’d sit under the water for hours, letting the water hit your face, or the top of your head. You’d close your eyes and imagine the warm rain that you get in the summertime. And you would be able to do that every day until you got sick of it.

Instead, you’re stuck with a bar of soap, and a tub of cooling water. The same water that turned a slight shade of white because of the soap, that you now have to use to wash your hair. You could get your mom to brew you a whole new tub, but you don’t have time for it. She leaves only enough room to get you in and out before the rest of your family gets in.

You turn your head to the side while lowering your hair into the water to get it wet, squeezing it a few times to make sure the water sticks. After that, you reach for the bland bottle of shampoo that smells faintly of strawberries if you smell hard enough. You lather, and then rinse, and when you’re done, you pull the plug on the tub to let it drain while you get dressed.

You dry your body, and start on your hair for a minute. You stop when you realize that it’s going to be a longer process than you expected, and opt for pulling your dress on, being careful not to get it wet. The moment you open the bathroom door, arms full of dirty clothes, heading for your bedroom, your mom is already passing you with the first pot of hot water for your little sister’s bath.

“Drop the clothes in the hallway, I’ll clean them later tonight.” She tells you, eyes landing on your hair, “Do you need help putting your hair up?”

“If you have time, or I can do it myself.” You shrug.

“Grab a chair and take a seat in the kitchen.” She directs your chin upwards, correcting your habit of looking down, “I always have time for you.”

You give her a half-smile, dropping your dirty clothes in the hallway while you head to your room to grab the hair ties and brush. When you look at your clock, you see that there’s only an hour and a half before the reaping. It seems like a lot of time, but with a family of five, it takes so much longer.

You brush your hair while you wait for her to come into the kitchen, several pots are on the stove with the heat turned to high. Your brother sits in the living room, playing with his toys, and your dad is nowhere to be seen. You’re pretty sure he bathed last night to avoid today’s mayhem.

“Sit.” She tells you, you pull out a chair.

She’s gentle when she pulls on your wet hair, used to your younger sister’s whining about rough hands. She’s never been bad about the brush, it’s more of her redoing your hair several times to make sure that it’s absolutely perfect. It’s one of the struggles that come with having to appear as a lower middle class family. They’re always about image, even if you have nothing to show.

Your mom’s side of the family used to be a line of jewelers. She was even raised to appraise precious jewelry. She would buy jewelry at a low price and turn around and sell it higher. It worked out for your grandparents for a while, until your mom asked for a better cut on the profit, since she was the reason why they were making so much.

Her parents denied her, and then shut her out entirely, firing her. By then, your mom had already married your dad, so she had him to fall back on. She watched as her parents started to lose profit, and lost business altogether because they got rid of her. And when they came to her, asking for her charity, she laughed in their faces and told them that they’re dead to her.

You haven’t seen them, not since you were young. From what you remember, they lived in a big house, more bedrooms than they needed. It wasn’t even your mom’s childhood home, she says they sold that and upgraded. They must’ve moved to a different part of the district, because you’ve never accidentally run across them.

Your mom’s always told you that if you need her, then she’ll come running, no matter the situation, no matter the reason. It’s the least she could do because her parents couldn’t step up and give her a little more money for her work. She says that once you turn eighteen, she’ll get you a job at the fabric store she works at, and she’ll make sure that you’re well taken care of.

You know she doesn’t mean to, but sometimes she makes you sad.

“Okay, all done.” She says, “Maybe sit in front of an open window so it dries faster.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She grabs your face to press a kiss to your forehead, “Be ready in an hour.”

“I will.” You smile.

You wander back to your room, or rather the room you share with your sister. You prop open the window, and instantly a warm breeze comes through the air. It’s a shame the Hunger Games takes place in the middle of summer. It’s the only time of year you genuinely enjoy, and it’s ruined by the Capitol.

You sit on the edge of your bed, staring out the window. One minute turns to ten, and you’re sure that you should get up and get your shoes on, at the very least, but you don’t move. You can’t get your eyes to focus either, no matter how hard you try.

There’s something wrong, you’re not usually this drained before the reaping.

You blink slowly, turning your head away from the window to look at your room. Your mouth screws, and you force yourself up to pull on your shoes. You go back to sitting on your bed when you’re done, playing with a string on your bedsheets. 

Your sister comes into the room soon after, already dressed and hair done. She briefly looks at you before getting to her knees to play with her toys. It doesn’t last long until she sets them down and looks at you, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You glance at her, and then at the window.

“Oh, well,” She shrugs, “I had a dream last night that you got reaped.”

“Don’t say stuff like that.” Your face twists, finally coming back to life, “Especially not to mom.”

She doesn’t say anything, playing with her dolls. The two of you sit in here for another thirty minutes, before your mom is collecting you to leave. You close the window in the bedroom, and briefly check on the state of your hair in the bathroom. It’s not perfect, you knew it wouldn’t be, but it looks good enough. Your mom nods in approval.

The five of you leave the house, heading to the District Four Justice Building. You’re not the only family heading that way, most of the neighborhood is leaving too, all on foot. Cars are also a luxury for the rich, but even they’re too expensive for the victors.

When you reach the area where you need to sign in, your mom kisses your forehead, and then your dad does too in the same spot. She then reaches over and redirects your chin upwards, “With beauty and grace, (Y/n).”

“I know. I’ll see you guys in a little bit.” You smile.

Your sister is barely eligible for the games this year, she’s just turned twelve. You watch as your parents repeat the process with her. Your brother’s got another three years before it’s his turn to experience the reaping. You hold your hand out for your sister to take to guide her through the process.

You get signed in first, and then wait nearby to watch her first time with a reaping day peacekeeper. They pass her easily, and she hurries to stick close. Inside the fenced area are hundreds of girls and boys, all varying in age. You bring her to the back, where the twelve section is.

“I’ll see you right after, okay?” You fix her hair.

“Okay.” She agrees.

You move down the aisle to the front, where the other seventeen year old girls are gathering. It’s fairly empty up here, allowing you to pick a spot without blocking anyone else’s view. You’re not sure if they’d mind anyway. When you were younger, you’d use the older teenagers to block the stage’s view of you, afraid of them picking you just because they felt like it.

You let out a breath, and raise your head.

Most of the chairs on the stage are filled by the regular occupants, like the mayor, and your Capitol escort. In the other chairs sit the victor’s that District Four has had over the past sixty-seven years, there’s four of them.

Mags Flanagan, she’s the oldest victor up there because she’s the first victor of District Four. To the right of her sits Muscida, another female victor, she’s younger than Mags by a good twenty years. The next in line is Librae, she’s in her thirties. And the very last and recent victor is the only male that Four has had so far, and that’s Finnick Odair.

He broke the record for the youngest victor, previously it was fifteen, but he set it at fourteen. It’s going to be an impossible record to beat, since every thirteen year old that goes inside of an arena is dead within the first to third day. They never last past the first week.

Finnick’s the same age as you are. You used to be really good friends with him, since his family lived in the same neighborhood as you, and you went to the same school together. After he won, they all moved into Victor’s Village, and you never really had the same friendship as you did before.

You tried to be normal, for his sake. At school, you saw how everyone else was treating him and figured that he’d want things to go back to normal. You could see past his arena-self, considering he did what he had to in order to survive. You guess that he couldn’t handle it anyway, because eventually the two of you stopped talking, and then he stopped coming to school in general.

Despite now living in two different areas of District Four, you still manage to see him every year at the reaping. You can’t imagine what it’s like mentoring, especially since he had no choice when it comes to the job. The district requires one male and one female mentor. You think you’d go insane.

Briefly, Finnick looks up, and manages to catch your eyes. They’re gone in the same second.

Right as the big clock hits ten thirty, the mayor steps up to the podium to start giving the Dark Days speech. After hearing it so many times, you’re sure that you could recite this in your sleep without missing a beat. It’s the same speech, nothing changes to the script. You’re forced to stand here and listen to him drone about it.

And when he’s done, the Capitol escort steps up to the microphone. She’s dressed in bright colors, and has a wide grin on her face. You guys have had her for the past two years, you think you preferred the man before her. He was less peppy and seemed to realize the monstrosity he was committing by selecting children to fight to kill each other.

“Happy Hunger Games!” Her accent gives you a headache, “And may the odds be ever in your favor. We’ll start with ladies first.”

She wanders over to the girls’ glass bowl with thousands of slips inside of it. Only five of them should have your name on it. You suck in a breath between your teeth, holding it while she picks a slip from the middle. She holds it up in the air, a folded piece of white paper held shut by black tape. She then moves over to the microphone, shimmying her shoulders in excitement as she unfolds the paper.

She takes in a breath, a smile overcoming her face, “(Y/n) (L/n).”

You can feel the air leave your lungs, lips parting as you struggle to intake air. Somewhere out there behind the rope, you think you can hear your mother’s anguished scream. Several heads swivel to find you, hands balled into tight fists to distract from the jelly feeling in your legs.

Move.

You step out of the seventeen section and into the aisle, where the peacekeepers immediately come to your side to guide you to the stage. You press your lips together, head falling to look at your shoes, when you’re suddenly reminded of her gesture. You raise your chin and start down the path, trying to appear brave.

The Capitol escort’s got this smirk on her face, you look away from her and to the stairs, which feel almost impossible to take. One at a time, you’re raised until you’re on the same level as they are. She guides you next to the microphone, and you plant your feet there, eyes wide as you stare off into the crowd. A large sea of bodies, too many to fit in the square, so they fill the streets and alleyways nearby.

You take in deep breaths through your nose to contain the tears that want to take over your body. You don’t even realize she’s called the boy's name until she’s demanding that you two shake hands. You turn, and find a boy from the sixteen section. His hands are wet when you touch them, and he looks like he’s going to puke. 

The Panem anthem then plays, and as soon as it’s finished, you’re pushed to go inside of the Justice Building. They bring you to a vacant room, where you’re left to pace and wait for your family to come. You only had one more year of this until you were free, you just had to get reaped at seventeen.

The door swings open, and in comes your family, your mother rushing to hold you tightly. She squeezes the air out of you, letting out a quiet sob, “Why didn’t you tell me that your sister had a dream that you’d be reaped?”

“Because you’d react this way.” You murmur, hugging her back. Your dad comes over to stroke your hair. “It’s okay, mom.”

“You must be good.” She says, pulling away to hold your face, “You must show them that you’re wonderful. You can do that.”

“I can, because I learned from you.” You agree, “It’ll be alright.”

Your brother and sister wander over, both of them with tears in their eyes. You hug them tightly, promising that you’ll be home soon. The peacekeepers come back, telling you that your time with your family is up. Your mom insists on pressing a kiss to your forehead, the same with your dad, before they leave.

“You’ll be good.” She tells you, “Tell me that you’ll be good.”

“I’ll be good, mom.”

It’s a few minutes before they take you and bring you to a car to transport you to the train station quickly. You chew on the inside of your cheek while staring at the window, continuing to take breaths to calm yourself. The station is crowded with reporters when you get there. You avoid the cameras and head inside of the train, where the doors shut behind you, and the train begins to move.

You let out the breath of air that you’ve been holding.

“Congratulations!” The escort says, you eye her warily.

“On what?” Your counterpart asks, “On our death sentence?”

A frown comes over the escort’s face. You can hear a familiar laugh, and he shows himself a second later. Finnick’s got this smirk on his face, “What did I tell you about congratulating the tributes? It’s insulting.”

“Regardless of what you think,” she suddenly hisses, “It’s required of me to do.”

Finnick raises his eyebrows, “Right. Why don’t you take Landon to his room?”

She presses her lips together, “Fine, let’s go you two—”

“No, I need a second with (Y/n). We need to talk.”

The way Finnick speaks is so much different from what you remember. He was never this direct with people, he had a tendency to beat around the bush to avoid hurting feels. It has something to do with the confrontation aspect of it, and he never wanted the drama of having a rivalry.

Now he seems like he doesn’t care. He stares at the escort, waiting for her to object, but she must think that it’s not worth it, because all she does is shake her head at him before leading Landon off.

He turns to you with a toothy smile, “I’m going to pay for that later.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” You laugh.

Without saying it out loud, the two of you gravitate for a hug at the same time. You squeeze him tightly, letting out a slight laugh. The last time you talked to him was three years ago. So much can change in such a short amount of time. You probably don’t even know him anymore.

“I just wanna say I’m sorry.” He begins, pulling away, “After the games—”

“I don’t blame you, Finnick. How can I?”

“I don’t know, we were close. We grew up together, I thought you’d be angrier.” He rubs the back of his neck, “I tried with the whole school thing, but no one treated me normally except for you. And I thought it would be enough but there was that one week where you got sick and I had to do it all alone. I couldn’t, I didn’t even make it through the week.”

“I know. You did what you had to do. And you seem to be doing better now than you were before, right?”

He nods, eyes falling to the carpet flooring, “Yeah, something like that. It sucks that it took you getting reaped for me to say something.”

“I’m happy you’re talking to me at all.” You tilt your head, “If you wanna make up for it, though, you’ll make sure that I’m set up to win.”

Finnick’s eyes meet yours, a mischievous grin crossing his face, “Oh, you have no idea the wonders I can work for you.”

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Hey I was wondering if you take requests is so can you do a Wednesday x Enid x Xavier smut and Enid Is submissive and has been needy and bratty all day so Xavier and Wednesday tame her and they tease her by kissing touching each other infrint of Enid and make her watch ik that's really detailed sorry but if your not taking requests that's fine totally disregard this ask thanks and love you work btw💙

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Warnings: Humiliation, pet names, use of the words pup/puppy, mentions of spanking, finger sucking (brief), made to watch, p in v, dom/sub dynamics, riding

Word count: 1,444

Enid pouted from her spot on the floor, picking the hem of her skirt as she slumped down. She was kneeling at the feet of her lovers, Xavier and Wednesday, sitting between them both like a simple puppy. They were eating dinner right above her, opting to hand feed her bites of theirs instead of giving her a plate.

The blonde was in trouble, which she hated with a passion but somehow she always found herself in the position. Maybe that was because both of them had a sadistic side. This time though, Enid really had been asking for it. She woke up clingy and needy as ever, starting off her morning with trying to get herself off on Xavier’s thigh. It had been instinct really, the full moon was nearing and her hormones and emotions were through the roof. That was strike one. She was well aware of the rule of asking permission, something Xavier had put in place for both girls as soon as he noticed they had trouble asking for what they wanted.

Her next strikes had come throughout the day. She was grumpy from not getting what she wanted that morning and it carried through her attitude for the rest of the day like a spoiled child. Wednesday hated nothing more than whining and backtalk but Enid would swear to the judge that she was entitled to be pissed off. She was horny and had been denied the sweet release of grinding herself down on her boyfriend’s thigh. Honestly she was the victim in all of this. 

Wednesday snapped her fingers, drawing Enid’s attention back to the present, “Fix your posture, Pup.”

Enid quickly straightened her position, sitting up higher on her knees. She parted her lips when Wednesday offered her a spoonful of mashed potatoes. The couple above her always used this tactic, slipping her into a pet-like headspace to remind her of her place. She was just grateful for the attention. 

“I’m sorry for misbehaving,” she spoke around the food in her mouth, taking a moment to savor it and swallow before she continued, “I just wanted attention.”

Xavier brushed some of her hair from her face, being the softer of the two doms but possibly even more strict than Wednesday. He held her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. Her mouth went dry with how dark his eyes were, a warmth spreading between her legs.

“You’re a spoiled brat but that’s okay. You’re just our dumb little puppy…constantly thinking with your pussy instead of that cute little head of yours. That’s our fault, we’ve been slacking on taming you.”

Enid’s mouth gaped at the cruelness of his words, the degradation going straight to her core. 

“It’s easily fixable. Domesticating animals is a common task, disciplining them is that much easier. Enid, I want you to show Xavier how sorry you are for your behavior.”

Wednesday stood up before kneeling beside the girl. She started to undo the male’s jeans, pulling out his semi-erection. Xavier sighed contently at the feeling of the cool air touching his dick, feeling smug at the way he could visibly see Enid’s mouth watering at the sight of him. Wednesday gave her boyfriend a few calculated strokes with her hand, enjoying the way he was already squirming from the slightest touch from her. She looked over at Enid who was trying her hardest to act patient but Wednesday knew if she had a tail it would be wagging. 

“Open.” Wednesday demanded, taking her free hand and pushing Enid’s face towards their boyfriend’s cock. 

With eagerness, Enid let her glossy lips part, her mouth dropping open and her tongue rolling out. She was anything but shy about this act, accepting his length into her mouth happily. Wednesday tangled her hand in the girl’s hair, guiding her up and down, watching with unblinking eyes how Enid was suctioned to his dick obediently. 

Xavier threw his head back, moaning at the sensation of Enid’s hot mouth around him, her drool pooling at the corners of her mouth knowing he prefered when she was sloppy. Wednesday hated being covered in her own saliva so she often liked when Enid did the blowjobs. It always worked in the blonde’s favor though because she loved giving head and being completely at the mercy of her lovers. 

“That’s a good girl, so much prettier when you are using your mouth for something other than giving us attitude.”

Enid only hummed around him, her knees were blushing as they dug into the floor beneath her but she didn’t care. The only thing on her mind was pleasing the man before her. She thought he looked so enchanting like this, his eyes drooping and his legs spread wide, leaned back against the kitchen chair. For a moment, she was so blissed out that she almost forgot this was a punishment. Xavier leaned forward and took over holding her head, he tilted her head back, slipping his cock further down her throat. He groaned deeply at the feeling of her throat contracting around him as she tried helplessly to control her gag reflex. He held her there, her button nose against his pubic bone, sputtering and blinking stray tears from her eyes.

He let her go, watching her drop to the floor, coughing as she caught her breath. She was bright red in the face and her throat stung but her pussy was aching. Wednesday moved her out of the way, coming in between her and Xavier. Enid didn’t even know when her girlfriend had stripped but there she was in all her pale glory. She raked her eyes over Wednesday’s body, following her curves and the swell of her breasts. She had two tiny flashes of silver pierced through her nipples, and Enid longed for her every time she saw the bars. 

“You’re going to sit there and watch us now, Pup. That’s your punishment for being a brat. Understand?”

Enid held back a pout and nodded her head, “Yes sir.”

With that, Wednesday straddled Xavier’s lap, sinking down on his length with a soft sigh. Enid watched with jealousy as his cock slid deep inside of Wednesday’s freshly trimmed cunt. Usually the blonde was right there in the center of their fun, but being forced to just watch was definitely a punishment. She hated not being able to have their hands on her, and being as horny as she was already, this little show was not helping. Her eyes stared ahead as Xavier held onto Wednesday’s hips, bouncing her up and down on his cock. The sound of her wet pussy was filling Enid’s ears, making her hips rock against nothing. She knew better than to touch herself without permission. Last time she did so, Xavier had made her lay flat on her back with her legs in the air as he spanked her bottom with one of her hair brushes. 

“Ohh fuck! You feel so good, lamb.” Xavier spoke roughly against Wednesday’s ear. 

The raven-haired woman didn’t respond, only whimpered pathetically as the man started to snap his hips up harshly into her. The sound of their skin clapping together echoed off the walls. They looked so beautiful, fucking roughly in the middle of the dinning room. Enid wanted nothing more than to be fucked but there was somthing erotic about bbeing forced to watch them. 

Enid could almost feel Wednesday’s orgasm as it rippled through her. She spasmed in Xavier’s lap, he hadn’t been far behind, pulling out and letting his cum fly. Some of it hit Enid on the cheek with how close she was to the show, and Xavier couldn’t help but to chuckle. Once Wednesday had gotten off of his lap, he beckoned Enid over with his finger. She scrambled over on her sore knees, placing herself directly between his knees. She pressed her face against his softening cock, almost purring when Wednesday scratched her scalp as a form of praise. Xavier wiped his cum from her face with his thumb before slipping it into Enid’s mouth. He rubbed her back as she sucked on his finger gratefully. 

“Why don’t you go run a bath for us all, pup. Then we’ll all wash up and we’ll take care of you. How’s that sound?”

Enid instantly became bouncy at her boyfriend’s words.

“You want me to fuck you too, my love?” Wednesday pressed a kiss to her head. 

“God yes. A hundred times yes.” She nearly tripped over her own feet as she tried to rush to go get the bathwater started. The other two just shook their heads at her excitement. 

╰ 𝐏♡𝐑𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

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˖ ࣪ 𖥔 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘.

— preserum!steve and bucky’s final night before he leaves for the war

— quickie before a mission

— bodyguard!bucky jerking off on ceo!steve

˖ ࣪ 𖥔 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒.

— bestfriend!steve fucking you in the bar restroom

— quickie with dbf!steve

— steve riding your strap to destress after a rough mission

˖ ࣪ 𖥔 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒.

— roomate!bucky fucking you

— car sex with ex husband!bucky

— bucky eating you out for the first time

˖ ࣪ 𖥔 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅.

— bestfriend!natasha finally makes a move on you (married!reader)

— riding stepmom!natasha’s strap

— hooking up with natasha in a restroom at the club

˖ ࣪ 𖥔 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑.

— boyfriendsdad!andy fucking you one room down from your boyfriends room

— riding dilf!andy in his office

— husband!andy with a breeding kink

˖ ࣪ 𖥔 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃.

— car quickie spencer

— fucking sub!spencer with a strap on

˖ ࣪ 𖥔 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐒.

— emily fucking you with her strap in her office

— fucking emily in the hotel room while on a case

˖ ࣪ 𖥔 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐑.

— car sex with hotch while on a case

— rough sex with hotch

Spaces Between Us

Summary: Spencer’s time after prison starts to affect his marriage and it takes his wife leaving for him to realize what he wants

reader and Spencer being married but after jail Spencer is really distant and barely speaks to her so she is really depressed and she leaves one day when Spencer is away but when he comes back he freaks out because he can’t find her so he goes looking for her everywhere.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst)

Content Warning: mention of divorce | prison arc |

Word Count: 2.2k

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At some point, and she wasn’t exactly sure when, it all got a little too much.

Seeing Spencer in jail did break her, tearing their marriage until it was hanging on by a thread.

It was never fair because it was never his fault. Someone else had framed him. Y/n had no doubt about that. The few months he was in jail were terrifying. Worse than when he was on a case, and every time the phone rang, she expected it to be someone saying he’d died.

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The Frog Princess. Chapter 1

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“You can all bloody kiss my ass!”, I growled at the men standing around me. “There isn’t a chance in Hel I’m getting on that ship!”.

“Breathe, Y/N”, Eist tried calmingly. “This is what’s best for everyone”. “Best for you and your bloody war!”, I snarled.

In the corner of the great hall stood a mess of cases, containing most of my earthly goods. None of it had any importance to me; except for the small chest of knickknacks I’d gathered while on trips around the smaller islands of Skellige, and the one time Eist had brought me to Cintra Capital with him.

“Y/N, you’re not a child. Stop acting like one”. I smacked him across the face. A murmur of stifled laughter rose among the leather clad men surrounding me and Eist.

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JUST READ soo good 🥵😝😁❤

What’s your safe word, honey?

Summary: Hotch x Fem!Reader. Hotch comes home from a tough case and takes his anger out on you in the best kind of way.

Warnings: Language, smut—rough sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, mention of gunshot injury to arm. WC—+3.5K

A/N: Hi I’m a slut for Hotch and this is the evidence in the case against me 😂

You were going insane; one entire month off of work and you were over being cooped up in the house. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate time off. But because you were currently recovering from an injury in the field it meant you couldn’t make the best of your free time. You were stuck inside, forced to rest and recover. After the first week, you were bored out of your mind.

At least you’d had Jack, your adopted son, to keep you company when he wasn’t in school. You were even able to take him to the bus each morning, a job normally reserved for his Aunt Jessica, because the stop was in front of the house two doors down. Aaron had been reluctant, seeing as you had to climb a whole three steps to get back inside the townhouse the three of you lived together in, but he relented when you reminded him that your concussion and healing gunshot would to your left arm didn’t prevent you from being able to walk.

But this week, Jack was away on a school trip and you were left on your own. You’d hoped to have some time with Aaron, but he’d been called away on a case in New York, and like you knew all too well, the bigger the city, the longer the case. You just had to get through this last week; your injuries had healed and your physical therapy sessions for your arm were going great. You would be back in the field soon enough, although your boss—and husband—had insisted on two weeks of desk work and case consultation before he would allow you to strap on your gun again.

When you had been shot, it had been your own fault. You knew this—the victim, just a kid, had been scared out of his mind, and you tried to talk him down, were so focused on him that you didn’t notice the unsub hiding around the corner, didn’t even see him raise the gun. The only reason the bullet didn’t go through your skull was that Prentiss screamed at you at the same moment she shot the unsub. You fell as the bullet went through your arm and smacked your head off of the desk behind, hard enough to send you to the hospital unconscious. Hotch met you, with the rest of the team just behind him. After you woke up and his concern was eased by the doctor, he had told you that he was benching you.

You hadn’t argued, not after seeing the fear on his face, the way his hand had trembled when he stroked your cheek as you lay in the hospital bed. But you knew all too well that the longer you were off, the grouchier Aaron would get at work. Even Emily had texted you begging you to send him nudes just to get him to lighten up on this latest case.

You sent a few sexy shots two days before, and Aaron hadn’t responded. You spoke on the phone, but he didn’t bring them up, and you wondered if he was annoyed. But where Aaron Hotchner was severe and stern and reserved, you were bubbly and easy-going. You balanced one another perfectly, something that had been evident the minute you’d joined the BAU several years before.

The chemistry was there from the start as well, but it didn’t evolve beyond friendship until, after a particularly rough case, Hotch had decided to drive the seven hours back to Quantico instead of fly. He’d had an injured eardrum at the time and the flying, loud noises, it was too much for him. You had asked if you could join him in a spur-of-the-moment decision, and ended up having the best time together.

You had agreed to split the drive into two days, opting to stay one night in a nice hotel, stretch out the trip a little to get some rest. The plan was for you to drive the remaining three hours home the next day, with a few stops along the way to sightsee. You booked separate rooms after enjoying dinner together at the hotel restaurant, and bid one another goodnight in a friendly manner. After soaking in the bath for an hour in your room, you had thrown your robe on and debated walking across the hall to thank Hotch for letting you join him, unsure of if he would already be asleep.

It had been like a movie scene when you had opened the door to your room, still unsure if you would knock on his, and found him standing right there, clearly debating something similar. Only, where you were wearing just the hotel robe, Hotch was in a casual t-shirt and shorts and you couldn’t help but check him out, admire the muscles you rarely glimpsed beneath those suits.

You had looked at one another for roughly thirty seconds before, and you’ll never know for sure who moved first, you were wrapped around each other. You had stayed up pretty late that night.

You were dozing on the couch, a habit you’d formed during this work hiatus and you really needed to kick it. You had always been able to sleep just about anywhere, but your king bed upstairs was calling your name and you knew sleeping on the couch wasn’t the best for your back. But sleeping in that big bed all alone bummed you out, so you usually stayed up late watching crime movies on Netflix until you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

When you heard the beep of the front door, the electric lock sliding, your eyes opened and you realized you’d been out like a light and your movie had long since ended. You blearily glanced toward the front hall, frowning. You didn’t think Aaron was coming home yet, but when his familiar, tall frame stepped in to view your heart leapt happily in your chest. He must not have bothered calling since it was so late.

Before you could get his attention, as he hadn’t realized you were curled up under blankets on the couch, you saw that he appeared to be in one of his moods. Almost instantly, heat pooled in your stomach—while most people, sane people, avoided the hell out of an angry Aaron Hotchner, you were drawn to him. You liked being the only one who could calm him, and you loved when he took his anger out on you.

As you gazed at him now, he roughly pulled off his jacket, then started working at his tie, his movements choppy. The classic frown was in place, and while he was making no noise, thinking you must be upstairs asleep in bed, you saw that his breathing was uneven. So the case had not ended well, clearly. You knew what he was feeling, it was something that the entire team would experience when a case went south, and you immediately ached to comfort him.

When his tie was hung on the hook on the wall, he moved slowly towards the staircase, still not noticing you. With a small sigh, you sat up and Aaron’s head spun comically in your direction, eyes widening in surprise.

“Honey, what are you doing sleeping on the couch? Are you alright?”

Frowning Hotch morphed into Protective Hotch, his eyes searching your face with concern even as you smiled sleepily at your husband. “I’m perfect, now that you’re here. I just fell asleep watching a movie,” You pushed at the tangle of blankets around you, “I wasn’t expecting you, I’m so happy you’re home!”

Hotch’s expression softened, but then his eyes dropped as you freed yourself from the blankets and revealed yourself wearing only one of his old t-shirts. You saw his entire body go rigid, his expression turning dark, and that heat inside you fluttered in response. You shifted, drawing your legs up and stretching your arms so that the shirt rode up and you heard him gasp as he saw you wore no panties. “Christ,” He murmured, moving across the room with intent, “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” He growled, and you grinned at him.

You didn’t get a chance to respond, his large hand securing around your throat, his eyes dark with hunger. He gripped you gently, and you felt the slick between your thighs nearly gush in response. Hotch reached down and ran a free hand over the core of you, grunting in approval.

“So wet for me, good girl,” He released his hold on you to draw the shirt over your head, tossing it aside and sighing in approval as he surveyed your naked curves. “What’s your safe word, honey?”

Every time, he asked you this and his eyes would search yours, ensure that you were on board and ready for him. You only smiled wider, trying not to rub your thighs together too much for friction you were desperate for. “Pineapple.”

The tension in his body snapped, and before you could do more than moan, Hotch was sealing his lips over yours possessively. You loved this side of him, though you didn’t get to see it until a few months together—he was always sweet and gentle, he made love to you, ensured that you came at least twice. But eventually, you’d had enough of being treated like a glass figurine, and encouraged him to experiment with you.

It turned out, Aaron Hotchner was a man with a love for dirty sex. And you fucking loved it.

“Missed you,” You breathed out when he finally pulled back from kissing you, and he grinned wickedly in response before turning you and pushing you down so that you were bent over the comfortable arm of the couch, ass facing him. With greedy hands, he touched every part of you that he could reach, ignoring the throbbing heat between your thighs. You were a whimpering mess within minutes, but you couldn’t beg him for more. If you did, he would draw it out longer—and from the way he was breathing behind you, the gentle nips at the flesh of your ass, he was in no mood to wait.

“Good girl,” He smacked your ass, the shock of it sending a heat over the skin and a tingle down your spine. You moaned sinfully, turning your head to try and meet his gaze. He was staring down at you and, you hadn’t noticed because you were so caught up in his touch, managed to remove all of his clothing. He was all lean muscles and with a smattering of soft hair that trailed down to the very large erection, he had grasped in one hand. “Ready to take daddy’s cock, honey?”

“Fuck yes,” You whimpered, wiggling your ass slightly, “Please daddy, fuck me—”

With a groan that made your toes curl, Hotch pressed forward and slide through your sopping folds, not stopping until he’d sunk himself inside of you completely, stretching you. He stilled momentarily, and after a beat, your walls clenching around him blissfully, you murmured what you knew he was waiting to hear.

“Green.”

Hotch was older than you by enough years that when you got together, it raised many eyebrows. He had done everything right to ensure you could continue working on the BAU, including shifting your performance reviews to Derek, who could give them unbiased. Paperwork was filed with HR, and once it was all said and done, it just felt right. Like everything had fallen into place in your lives, both personal and professional. He was a man of duty and honour, a father first, and he let you into his life, allowed you to see every part of him, trusting you endlessly.

And you trusted him, always. He had your back in the field, but it was more than that. You could fight and still end up going to bed with a smile because even if he didn’t agree, he valued your perspective, was always willing to try things your way. It was a happy marriage built on a deep trust of one another.

Which was why he had agreed to the kind of sex you both enjoyed on the condition there were safe words and cautions. So you followed the stoplight system, but to help lighten the mood if you had to ask him to stop, you opted to say ‘pineapple’. You’d only ever had to use it once, and it was because you had been on your period and the position he was thrusting into you at had gone from intensely pleasurable to cramping and painful in a flash. He’d stopped immediately and spent the following hour taking care of you, kissing and massaging and, most importantly, bringing you chocolate ice cream.

Green, of course, meant go. And so when you said that magic word tonight, the tense and exhausted man you loved started thrusting at such a brutal pace you instantly saw stars behind your eyelids. With the house to yourselves, you didn’t bother holding back and let yourself make as much noise as you needed, which only drove him wild and encouraged him.

“DADDY!” You screamed, clenching around him as he filled you, his cock hitting everything perfectly. In response to your scream, one hand slid into your hair, gripping it, and pulled you back harshly. You grunt, back arching for him, and felt yourself grow slicker in response to his man-handling of you as he fucks you ruthlessly for a long time.

Hotch groans again, his deep voice cutting through your noises, “You take my cock so well, honey. Like you were—fuck—made for daddy’s cock,” His free hand lays another slap to your ass and you jerk slightly, your mouth opening in an ‘o’ as the feelings inside of you intensify. You can feel yourself getting close to coming and a small, almost pitiful sound escapes your mouth. “Aw, is my little slut going to cum? You going to soak my cock?”

“Y-yes, daddy, so close—oh, shit,” You’re moving now, matching his movements so that when he slams into you, you’re meeting him and the sounds that creates—harsh, wet and sloppy, send you over the edge. “Daddy, daddy—”

Fireworks go off behind your eyes and you can’t keep them open, lids squeezing shut as your entire body seizes and twitches, the wave of your orgasm almost too strong. It pulls you under and you don’t think you even breathe, you just float and it’s not until you feel his teeth bite into your shoulder that you realize Hotch has pulled you against his chest, fucking you at a new angle and grounding you with the conflicting pain of his bite.

There’s still so much pleasure pulsing through you, but you come down from the high of it and slump, turning into a rag doll in his capable arms. Hotch is more than happy at this outcome, the rough growl of approval tells you as much. He loves the control, the knowledge that he literally knocked the wind out of you. He has one hand pressed against your chest, over your heart to feel the wild beating. The other is still in your hair, tilting your head slightly so that he can whisper in your ear.

“Fucking slut—daddy’s good little girl—you make me feel so good,” He grunts when he thrusts up hard enough to draw another cry from you, desperate and whiny. “This pussy’s all mine, honey.”

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you recognize his tone, that he wants a response. But you’re so strung out on the pleasure and the feel of his brutal thrusts, the way his cock splits you open, that you forget to reply. His hand slides up from your chest to grip your throat, pressing the sides just enough to have you gasping.

“Who owns this pussy? Answer me!” He accentuates his order with a wicked snap of his hips and you moan, wondering what it must look like; you being speared on his cock, limp and weak in his arms.

Another garbled whine slips out as you try to make sense of the world and find the words he’s looking for. You aren’t fast enough, and his anger grows, the hand on your throat tightening as the one in your hair drops and slaps you hard on the ass, several times. The mixture of pleasure and pain and you’re inability to breathe properly sends you right back over the edge. Unable to scream, a low and pitiful whimper starts up as you cum, soaking his cock and trembling, tears spilling from your eyes.

Hotch growls again, probably pretty pleased you came for him again but just as annoyed that you aren’t answering him. “Silly cock-slut, you can’t even speak you’re such a whore for me,” He grunts, slowing his pace so that he can thrust, then spanks you, thrust, spank, thrust, spank…

“Daddy, daddy, daddy—“

“Yes? You going to answer me, or do you want to be punished—more—“ His next smack makes you jerk, and then his grip on your throat releases and you draw in a deep breath. “Good girl, come on now, who owns your pussy?”

“You-you do, daddy. You own my pussy—shit—fuck me.”

With a low noise of approval, he starts up his rough thrusting again, smoothes his hand over the sensitive skin he’d been spanking, and then over your hip and around, until his fingers are pressing circles to your clit. Your whole spine tightens in response, your back arching into him and now you’re sure you might pass out from how good he is making you feel. With every thrust you grunt, eyes rolling back, and his fingers are bringing you back to the edge again, where you think if you fall you won’t be able to stop.

As if sensing your thoughts, Hotch holds you close and it’s the soft side whispering in your ear now, “I love you, honey, and I’ve got you. Cum for me, I know you have one more in you,” He presses his lips to your neck, your throat, and you’re so close you can’t stop trembling. “Daddy’s going to fill you up, so be a good girl now.”

You feel the way his thrusts have grown sloppy and it’s the realization that he’s holding off his orgasm to bring yours out that does it. With a soft cry, you crumble, this time you cum and it spreads through your body slowly, breaking you down and you’re grateful Hotch still holds you carefully even as he begins to groan and with one final thrust, he spills himself deep inside of you.

It’s like you’re boneless, so when he eventually stops coming, he can do whatever he wants with you and you can’t even raise a hand. Hotch lays you over the back of the couch, propping you up higher for him as you flop down, ass in the air. He stays behind you, spreads your legs wide, and his fingers begin a slow assault on your overstimulated cunt, occasionally teasing the puckered skin above. You whimper helplessly and his dirty talk returns after he has you how he wants you.

“Fucking slut, look at you,” He presses a kiss to your reddened ass cheek, “Spread out and ready for me to do whatever I want with you.” His voice is gruff, eager, and you know he’s not close to being done with you yet tonight. A thrill runs through you despite your exhaustion.

You feel his weight leave the couch and a moment later he’s standing in front of where you’re draped over the wide back of the couch. Gently, his hands take hold of your jaw and tilt your head, and Hotch meets your eyes. You smile at him weakly, “G-green, daddy…”

Soft eyes go dark, and the semi-hard cock a few inches from your face slides down your throat seconds later, large hands grasping your hair. Hotch fucks your face slow at first, enjoying cutting off your air and then releasing, until you gasp and cough. The more he does this, the harder he gets, and his cock is big enough that it’s tough for you to take in and he loves watching you struggle.

“Yeah, take it deep honey, look at you,” He brushes some hair from your face, which is covered in tears, “Daddy’s little girl looks so good with her face stuffed with cock. I’m so proud of my cock slut—oh, you can’t breathe? Okay—“ He releases again and laughs lightly when you pull in another gasp of air gratefully.

He gives you a moment to catch your breath, gathering your hair into one hand and then leaning over you to reach behind you and run his fingers through your soaked folds. He finger fucks you until you moan, which is when he abruptly stops and stands straight, wicked grin back on his handsome face as he thrusts into your throat again. You moan happily around his cock, hungry for his cum.

“Daddy’s going to cum down that throat, honey,” Hotch groans after another five minutes of brutal face fucking. “Swallow it all, slut, fuck,” He grunts, shoves himself right down your throat, and cums. At first, you can’t even swallow because you’ve taken him so far, but after a few pulses, he eases back so that you can drink him down, then back a little more to allow you to lick and suckle the remaining cum.

“Taste so good, daddy,” You sigh, and then you grin up at him again, looking for his approval.

Hotch is watching you, his eyes drinking in your cum and tear-soaked face, how you sag into the couch helplessly, and the way he smiles back tells you he’s happy—and there’s more coming.

He disappears to get you some water, and you know once he’s satisfied that you’re taken care of, he’ll take you to bed and take out his anger on you some more. You let yourself doze while you wait for him to return from the kitchen, smiling to yourself happily—you love Aaron endlessly and love being his good little slut.

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Am I Dreaming - Chapter Twelve

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A Double Take

A/N: For everyone waiting for Dark!Shangqi and Y/N Stark to meet. It’s here.

Okay. So this is in my Stark!ReaderVerse! Feedback, as awlays, extremely appreciated and desired. ​

TAG LIST: I do not.

Pairings/Characters: Shang-Chi x Stark!Reader/ Dark!Shang-Chi x Reader

Warnings: Flirting, talk about sex, fighting, violence

Summary: You decide to take a break, but trouble just always seems to find Y/N Stark with a special visit through the Multiverse.

WC: 2,756

You needed a break. Between learning that the Multiverse really existed, to Tony and Natasha coming back into your life, you were done. Well, maybe done wasn’t the right way to classify it.  But this was stressful, as was hiding all of these new, well, people in this world. They couldn’t be sent back, not yet. Strange was working on it. However, from what you knew, Natasha had nothing to even go back to. It was a world where she was the only one.

And your father? Well, he’d be going back to a world without you, where the grief and the stress took Pepper and their unborn daughter. Tony felt like he had nothing to go back to as well. They wanted to stay, that much was clear, and no one was quite sure how to deal with this.

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Obey pt. 9

A/N: well, this is it! This is the last part of Obey. I think I’m more nervous about this last part than I have been about any other part, just because I want this to be good. This has been a crazy ride and I’m so glad you’ve all been here for it. Thank you for all your support ❤️ huge thank you to @njeancastro316 for starting this whole thing. Thank you for trusting me with your idea!

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Let’s do this!

Word count: 2k

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ Choking, blood, mentions of death and torture, a happy ending.

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Five months had passed since the Mystic Falls incident. In the weeks after, Elijah had helped Y/N cope with the hell of being kidnapped, hunted and subsequently murdered by her ex husband, then, helping her cope with the bonus stress of transitioning and then killing said ex husband. The relief she felt the night it all happened lasted only for that night, as it was followed by guilt and sorrow and rage, emotions she was all too familiar with but not on the level she felt it at as a vampire. Elijah was there for her every step of the way, never leaving her side. Around month two, she had begun to even out and come to terms with what had happened. At month three, she was able to return to work, now having her hunger under control and her emotions in check.

In her recovery, the summer heat had melted away, being replaced by the warm tones of autumn, which were short lived. December rolled around and the New Orleans Christmas decorations came alive. Y/N was glowing. Her walls had begun to fall away and she was showing new bits and pieces of herself every day. Elijah watched as she grew confident in ways that may have been considered small, but it made her so much more special to him. She cared about her job more than ever, her coworkers included. She had begun friendships with fellow nurses and worked harder than she ever had before. Sophie had seen her less and less as Y/N had learned to live and love her life, uninhibited.

She sat comfortably in her cozy apartment, for once bothering to make it feel like home rather than cold, and she actually wanted to spend time in her own space. There was no threat to her safety in her own home anymore. No denying herself the feeling of warmth and happiness. Her thoughts wandered to how she had changed as a vampire, and she dwelled on how she had spent her time as a human. She decided that she was ultimately the better version of herself this way. A knock on her front door startled her from her thoughts. She turned her head in the direction of the door and stood, wrapping her arms around herself as she opened the door. Elijah stood on the other side, looking at her expectantly. She stood aside and beckoned him in.

"Good evening, darling." He smiled, bending to kiss her cheek. She grinned at him and closed the door behind him. "Are you ready?" He asked, looking around the room. Y/N’s grin switched to a grimace.

"Actually, I... thought maybe we could spend the weekend here. At my place." She said sheepishly. She had made the comment to him that she missed the snow every winter. She hadn't seen it in about seven years. He arranged a stay for them at a cottage in upstate New York for the weekend, an early Christmas gift to her. "Could we maybe do the cottage another weekend? I'm just finally enjoying my own home, for once." She looked around the space and smiled happily. She turned back to look at him for his reaction and found him grinning at her. "What?" She asked.

"Of course we can stay here. I adore seeing you this content. I'd do anything to keep you this way." He took a step toward her and wrapped his arms around her, planting a kiss atop her head as he hugged her. She closed her eyes and hummed merrily as she wrapped her arms around his torso. He pulled away slightly and lifted her chin to look up at him. "I'm quite proud of the progress you've made, Y/N." He praised. She blushed at him and tried to avert her eyes, but he kept her locked in his gaze. "You're truly remarkable." He whispered, leaning down to close the gap between them. He kissed her softly, his lips grazing hers. She closed her eyes in bliss. She let herself get carried away, deepening the kiss and nibbling at his bottom lip. He smiled and chuckled into the kiss. He gave her a quick squeeze before pulling away and turning to face the room.

"Elijah?" She grabbed ahold of him, her hands grasping onto the sleeve of his jacket. She tugged and fumbled but managed to pull him back to her, her hands reaching to cup his face. "I'm sorry, I just -," she kissed him again hastily, toying with the buttons on his suit jacket. "I'm still getting used to the whole -," her lips were on his again breathlessly, his hands traveling the curves of her body. "Vampire thing," she moved her kisses slowly over to his ear and nibbled on his lobe, lowering down to his neck while nipping and sucking at the skin. She tugged the suit jacket off of him, leaving him in his classic button down dress shirt. He groaned and closed his eyes, a small smile crossing his lips before he bit his lower one.

"Don't apologize, dear." He groaned, "We'll just have to get you accustomed to this lifestyle," he flipped the switch swiftly with his hands on her hips in dominance, pushing her backward into the door behind her. She gasped at the sudden change but welcomed it hungrily. He tugged at the bottom of her shirt and she lifted her arms. He threw the shirt away from them and lowered to his knees, kissing up and down her chest and abdomen, moving slowly down her body. His finger grazed along the top of the waistband on her leggings before he pulled them down and off of her, leaving her completely exposed. She panted and looked down at him. Nothing pleased her more than the sight of him in front of her, working his way down to where she wanted him most.

As if she weighed nothing, he scooped her up by the thighs and placed her legs on his shoulders. He got right to work, sliding his tongue between her folds, her hips twitching at the contact as a satisfied moan escaped her. Her eyes dragged closed as his tongue circled her clit expertly, drinking her in. He hummed as he took in her taste and she moaned at the vibrations sent up her spine. He swirled his tongue over her clit, coaxing her closer to the edge. Her hands found their way to his hair and tangled themselves in it, tugging as she felt a familiar pit in her stomach. His name left her lips in a hiss, "Elijah, I'm close," she whispered. He snaked his hand up to her soaked entrance and plunged a finger in, instantly getting it covered in slick. Her moans began to pick up, his finger working her quickly. She tugged on his hair harder, just on the brink of orgasm when it was pulled away from her and he stopped. Her eyes flew open and she whined, looking down at him as he pulled away. In a flash, he was standing now, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other working the button and zipper of his pants, hastily pulling them off. He used his weight to keep her pinned against the door, legs wide open for him.

Her hand found Elijah's cheek and she caressed it as she looked into his eyes. Hers were hazy and halfway closed as he thrust into her. He eyed her wrist that was mere inches from his mouth. He wanted her to feel the depth of emotion he held for her, and he could only think of one way to convey it to her. With one hand supporting her against the door, the other grabbed her wrist and brought it to his mouth, biting into her. Elijah didn't realize how badly he had wanted to taste her again until that moment, and he wondered how many different ways he could drink her in. He drank from her wrist as he thrust, her breathy moans mixed with the sound of skin on skin. Her eyes widened as she watched him with her wrist on his lips. She hooked her feet behind his waist as he pinned her against the door, his pace quickening still. The door behind them shook from his intensity.

His hips snapped up against hers relentlessly, fucking her in the way she'd been craving. He pulled his lips away from her wrist as it healed itself, his eyes dark and filled with lust. Hers too began to turn black, the veins underneath becoming more prominent. He placed his free hand on the door behind her to stabilize himself, his forearm just beside her face. She threw her head back and cried out his name before turning her head and grasping onto his arm, biting into him. He hissed as she did, pleasure coursing through him. She gasped as she drank, a new feeling of euphoria and closeness washing over her. She pulled away with his blood running over her lips as her orgasm rushed through her, screams of his name reverberating off the apartment walls. His hand moved off of the door behind her and onto her throat, squeezing as she came, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"Elijah..." she whispered hoarsely, his fingers still around her neck. "More," she whined. His eyes shone darkly and he released his grip on her throat, lowering her from the door. She grasped his arms and sped them across the apartment and into her room, pushing him down onto the mattress. He smiled and bared his teeth, eyebrows raised as she climbed atop him. She sank down onto his cock, taking him in entirely. She relished the look on his face as she did so, with his eyes partially closed and his mouth agape. A low moan escaped his lips as she began to bounce. His hands found her hips naturally, helping her keep balance and rhythm. She leaned her torso down, laying on top of him as she rode. She peppered kisses and bites along his chest and neck, drawing her name from his lips. She moved faster, sliding up and down on him with ease.

He growled and pulled her off of him, quickly flipping them around so her back was on the mattress. She squealed as he did so, but it turned into a moan as he plunged into her roughly, not giving her time to adjust. His hand reached for her throat and he squeezed, giving the perfect amount of pleasure. He wasn't going to go easy on her, he was seeking his own satisfaction now. He lifted one of her legs up his torso, resting her ankle on his shoulder and he fucked her senselessly, his pace maddening and sloppy. One hand gripped his forearm above her, the other gripped the sheets beneath her as another orgasm washed over her and he spilled into her. He moaned, his voice raspy as he let the built up tension leave his body. He looked down at Y/N and found her already grinning at him. He pulled out of her and got up to find a towel.

"May I ask why you're so chipper?" He asked her, moving onto the bathroom.

"Vampire sex is awesome," she said enthusiastically. He stared at her through the mirror in the bathroom blankly before breaking out into a laugh.

"Yes, darling. It is 'awesome'," he quoted back to her. Her grin faded into a smile as he walked out of the bathroom and to her side as she laid on the bed. He bent down to clean her up gently. After, he threw the towel into the dirty laundry basket and flopped onto the bed next to her. She looked at him adoringly as he laid his arm out in an invitation. She looked from him to his arm and, still smiling, climbed right up next to him. He smiled and kissed her forehead.

"I'm so proud of you." He whispered.

"I'll never be that me again." She countered confidently. "I can still be my own person even if I'm with you. I am my own fire."

He squeezed his arm around her gently. "I wouldn't have you any other way."

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Last Time I’ll Hold You

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Damon x Reader 

Word Count: 7K

Warnings: Angst, Character death, mentions of blood. LOTS of ouch. 

Author’s Note: Believe it or not this is the most requested sequel for any of my fics that I’ve posted. So I think it was time to give you guys Damon’s side of things. I’ve cried while writing this. I can imagine the pain the pain you’ll feel while reading this. This is the last angsty fic of 2021 and I personally feel like it’s the best way to end this on the angsty side of things. I hope you guys enjoy reading this and just get the tissues ready. 

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This is the Sequel to Last Voice I want to Hear 

Damon had just returned home from dealing with the current trouble that was plaguing Mystic Falls. Another day and another problem was becoming a routine. While Damon and the others were still trying to figure out a plan, it made Damon glad that Y/N had gone to her parents to visit. Things in town weren’t to his liking and he needed her safe. As safe as keeping a vampire hunter can be at times.

Y/N wanted to stay in town and help him as she normally would. But her father calling and asking her to come home for a bit had pulled her away. Damon had taken some time to convince her to go. That there would always be more things for her to kill when she got back. With the promise of calling her if they needed her to come back home, Y/N had left.

And as he stood in the living room of the Salvatore house, he was beginning to miss her presence here. Sure they called and texted constantly while she was away. But the last few days without her had been different. She was far away and safe, but he missed having her within arms reach.

He had been sitting with a glass of bourbon in his hand as he sat in a chair in the living room. His mind was trying to come up with ways he could possibly deal with the new threat but his mind wandered to Y/N plenty of times in the middle of an idea.

When his phone rang, he pulled it out of his pocket quickly and looked at the screen. Seeing that it was Y/N a chuckle passed his lips. It was like she must have sensed he had been thinking about her. Or it was just a coincidence that left him rather amused.

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1,000 Candles [Klaus Mikaelson]

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pairing - klaus mikaelson x gn!reader

type - fluff

note / request - requested by @auroracalisto “another 2k fanfic ask. with klaus mikaelson x gn!reader. with the prompt, “a cake? why are you baking a cake?” (bonus points if it’s near his birthday)” enjoy!! :)

summary - you give klaus his first surprise party

warnings / includes - mild language, kissing, alcohol and food consumption, domestic fluff

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Klaus awoke from his deep sleep, opening his eyes and getting blinded by the sun. He let out a grumpy groan, turning around in the duvet. He toss and turned, reaching his arm and putting it over what he hoped would be you. But instead, he got space.

His eyes shot open and he sat up, frantically looking around for you. He checked the bathroom and closet, his worry growing as you appeared nowhere.

You went to bed with him last night. He didn’t hear anyone break in, and even if the intruder was quiet, he would still hear your screams and wake up. He woke up in the middle of the night and you were still there. Why were you gone now?

He was about to call Elijah and Rebekah to help find you, but he stopped in his tracks as he saw you in the kitchen.

He reached the bottom of the stairs, relieved to see you safe.

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Hey can do a poly!mikaelson imagine were the reader curses alot so Elijah bans her from swearing so when kol does something stupid she starts yell at him she accidentally swears please and thank you❤

Yes and yes

Warnings- fluff with Spiciness

You had a mouth of a sailor which wasn't a surprise to those who knew you as how your father raised you. Your father always wanted a boy but you became your father's pride and joy as he didn't raise you any different.

"Ouch! Fuck!" You shouted hitting your elbow on the door frame getting Elijah's attention seeing you rubbing your elbow.

"Baby."

"Sorry, Eli." You muttered knowing how he felt about your cussing as you tried not doing it so much. Then there was when you cut yourself by accident shouting son of a bitch also getting Elijah's attention. Your cussing hadn't really got cut back so Elijah took matters into his own hands quiet literally.

Elijah had banned you from swearing in hopes to cut you from swearing so much that was until Kol and you got into a bit of trouble. You glared down Kol from your spot in the Christmas tree as you used a latter to put lights on the 6'foot tree and Kol thought it would be funny to take the latter.

"Kol, I am warning you. Give back my latter."

"I am sorry darling but I misplaced it." Kol said smirking seeing you glare harder as he knew that you'll get him back. Kol was inching closer to leaving having spot Elijah as the older Mikaelson had told his siblings that he would be punishing you for cussing.

"KOL! You motherfucker! Get back here and get me down you asshole!" You yelled when Kol walked away smirking seeing Elijah in the doorway who heard you.

"Y/N." You heard Elijah's low smooth voice making a shiver run down your spine as you knew that tone....you were going to be punished. Elijah walked up to the tree looking up at you with a dark glint in his eye and now you wanted to stay in the tree.

"Elijah, I am sorry. Kol took the latter and..."

"Let go and I'll catch you. First you need punishment then I'll take care of Kol." Elijah said staring up at you as you swallowed doing as told. At night the others heard your cries of pleasure as Elijah dished out your punishment. Elijah pressed kisses on your bare back as you layed panting and felt Elijah clean you up and soothed your sore ass. You let put a whine when Elijah got you dress in comfortable clothes while kissing your skin.

"Hello love." Klaus said softly as you limp over to him climbing in to his lap for cuddles enjoying his body heat.

"Kol got me punished."

"I am sure he'll get his." Klaus said kissing your head as right on cue Kol let out a ylep from Elijah hitting him.

"Should I know why Elijah is threatening Kol with a dagger to finish decorating the tree?"

"Well Beka, Kol got me stuck in the tree yesterday and I got punished." You mumbled pouting against Klaus's neck feeling him laugh as Rebekah cooed kissing your head. You were showered with affection by Rebekah and Klaus as Elijah was getting Kol to finish the tree before joining you three.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Elijah asked leaning over kissing your head as you were cuddle up to Rebekah.

"Sleepy." You mumbled as Elijah smiled before sitting down in a chair as Kol flopped down next to you and Rebekah as you all relaxed enjoying the quiet and the soft glow of Christmas lights.

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Heyyy I was wondering if you could do a poly!mikaelson fic you can make up the plot but I've been so obsessed with the first lately and I need some more to feed my obsession tysm love your writing btw💕❤

Ohhhh boy thank you. I have an idea let's go this is gonna lean mostly to the boys

Warnings: Angst, Mikaelson boys being simps, Fluff, Spiciness

A/N: used Google translate for the French again. My grandmother would be ashamed of me.

Attends que mes frères vioent ce que j'ai vu de toi, petit - Wait until my brothers get to see what I saw of you, little one

Tu vas me partager - You're going to share me?

Oh oui petit - Oh yes little one.

Y/N had left a bloody bodies in her wake after a month since she turned off her humanity which her friends couldn't understand why she would. Stefan and Caroline found Y/N feeding off of a whole bar of people and managed to vervain her and get her back to the Salvatore house to begin the process of getting her to turning on her humanity.

"How is she?" Damon asked Stefan when the younger Salvatore walked out of the room they had Y/N in tied to a chair with vervain ropes and curtains drawn close to keep the sun from burning her.

"Still no humanity."

"Are you sure you guys don't know why she turned it off?" Caroline asked noticing how Elena looked away and Damon looked guilty of something. Now it was no secret to the friend group that Y/N and Damon broke up but they didn't know why and both Caroline and Bonnie found it weird that Elena had started to date Damon a week after Y/N left Damon.

"Yeah, we're sure."

Three weeks Y/N kept it off making Caroline go behind everyone's back with Bonnie and Enzo encouraging the blonde to call Y/N's Sire....Elijah for help. They hoped the Original could get you to turn it back on. Elijah was surprised to get a call from Caroline saying that Y/N had turned off her humanity and seeing how things were calm in New Orleans, he told Caroline he was on his way.

"Leaving 'Lijah?"

"I am needed in Mystic Falls. It seems Y/N had turned off her humanity Niklaus." Elijah tells his brother who frowned not liking the sound of his favorite vampire having her humanity off.

"I'm coming with you."

In the end both Klaus and Kol came with Elijah which didn't surprise the older Mikaelson as both of them were every protective of Y/N. Klaus and Kol would tell Elijah that Y/N was their favorite vampire that he Sired and before leaving for New Orleans the three agreed to share her if she left Damon for New Orleans.

"Why are they here?" Damon growled walking into the Salvatore home seeing Caroline and Enzo talking to the Original family about Y/N.

"I called Elijah. I thought as Y/N's Sire, Elijah could help." Caroline says as Damon glared at the Original as it was the one thing Damon hated most that his ex girlfriend was Sired to Elijah. Damon was angry with Elena when she told the vampire she asked Elijah to turn Y/N and afterwards the freshly turned vampire followed Elijah around like a puppy as he help her control herself.

"Right. We don't ne....." Damon was cut off by Klaus slamming him against a wall with his hand in the vampire's chest eyes dark as Elijah sighed while Kolwatched enjoying it all a little too much.

"I remembering you promised my brothers and I that you would take care of our little vamp." Klaus growled as Kol smirked following Caroline and Elijah to the room Y/N was in. Damon had indeed promised to care for Y/N as the three waited for the younger vampire to fuck up so they could swoop in to take the female vampire away.

"She is my girl....you ass." Damon said as Klaus pulled away glaring then followed after the three angry the Damon reminded him that Y/N belong to another.

"Oh Elijah.....you sleeping with Elena too? Is that why you are here, so little miss prefect could be happy?" Y/N said when they stepped into the room finding the no humanity vampire sitting on the floor head laying on a bed. Elijah frowned seeing the state his Sired vampire was in, her clothes were dirty clearly she hadn't been fed and seemed to be healing slowly from burns she got from the sun as Elijah spotted her daylight ring was gone.

"What have they done to her?"

"They are trying what they did to Elena to get her to turn her humanity on. Y/N had turned it off just a little over day before she broke things off with Damon." Caroline says handing Y/N's daylight ring to Elijah as the three Originals smirked looking at Y/N.

"I'll take it from here Caroline." Elijah says taking off his suit jacket and tie as Caroline looked worried for Y/N as Klaus smirked leading her out of the room.

"No need to worry Elijah is an expert on getting his Sired to turn their humanity back on without the Sire bond." Kol tells Caroline as Klaus nodded leading Caroline away as Elijah closed the door with his foot rolling up his sleeves.

It only took Elijah about a day to get Y/N to turn on her humanity again and at the moment she was freshly washed dressed in one of Elijah's shirts feeding from his arm as Elijah held Y/N in his lap.

"You are doing so well little one." Elijah whispered pressing a kiss on her hairline as his free hand rubbed her hip. Y/N pulled away feeling ashamed for what she had done and wanted out of Elijah's lap finding herself feeling like she didn't deserves such affection.

"No. Stay right here and feed." Elijah said pulling Y/N back against his chest holding her chin getting her latch back on his bleeding wrist. Y/N flushed at Elijah's commanding tone as Elijah picked up on her racing heart while pulling his wrist away and she turned around.

"Getting shy on me now little one? After all the things we've done?" Elijah teased Y/N watching her hide her face in his neck hearing him laugh lightly. Y/N's breathing had calmed as something about being in Elijah's arms made the female vampire relax.

Elijah stood taking his Sired with him wrapping Y/N's bare legs around his waist as his hand cupped her bottom holding her against him seeing how the vampire was falling asleep. Elijah walked out carrying Y/N getting everyone's attention surprised to see Y/N half asleep. Elijah looked at Damon smirking as the Original did what the younger vampire couldn't.

"You got her to turn it back on?"

"Like I said darling, an expert." Kol said standing taking the bag from Elijah winking at Y/N finding her sleepy face adorable. Damon narrowed his eyes watching Kol kiss Y/N's hand and how she cupped the Original's cheek watching him light up as if they both were understanding one another.

"How did you? We didn't hear a thing." Elena said standing up seeing how her friend clinging to her Sire and Elijah gave Klaus a knowing smirk.

"I had Miss Bennett put a silence spell on the room."

"My brother likes to keep his secrets. Not even I or Kol know how he does it." Klaus says watching Y/N nuzzle Elijah's neck taking comfort in his scent.

"Attends que mes frères vioent ce que j'ai vu de toi, petit."

"Tu vas me partager?"

"Oh oui petit." Elijah whispered in Y/N's ear hiking her higher against his chest as Damon frowned wishing he listened to Y/N about learning French. Damon wanted to understand what Y/N and Elijah was whispering about while it seemed Klaus understood perfectly if the hybrid's smirk was anything to go by.

"Wait where are you going?"

"If you thought I was going to leave my little vampire under your care again you are mistaken." Elijah says looking at Elena as he was carrying Y/N out to their car when Damon stepped forward but stopped by Klaus so Elena moved in front of Elijah.

"Elena, I suggest you move. Y/N will be coming back with us." Elijah said mocha eyes narrowed at younger vampire. Y/N raised her head looking at Elijah who's attention was on her right away.

"Petit?"

"I want....to go with you." Y/N muttered softly as Elijah smirked kissing Y/N's temple hearing Damon growl deeply seeing Y/N seemly cuddling up to Elijah.

"If you excuse us, Elena." Elijah said passing the female vampire as Damon narrowed his eyes seeing Y/N bury her face back in Elijah's neck.

"Caroline, you have Elijah's number. Do come and visit." Klaus said sounding smug following Elijah out with Kol. Damon was pissed that Elijah would take Y/N away as he hoped to win her back.

"Damon?" Elena asked confused watching Damon headed up stairs to plot to get his girl back.

"Elijah?" Y/N mumbled feeling warm and half asleep feeling Elijah's chest under her palms and Klaus's lips brushing along her shoulder while Kol planted kisses on her abdomen.

"You fell asleep in the car. We are currently in New Orleans." Elijah said rolling the baby vampire over pulling her back against his chest. Klaus focus on Y/N's collar bone as she flushed feeling Kol nip at her thighs.

"Now fed petit." Elijah said softly raising his wrist to Y/N's mouth growling lowly when she gently bit Elijah's wrist.

"You know Rebekah will be upset we touched her first." Klaus said against Y/N's collar bone moving to the swell of her breast. Y/N whimpered softly against Elijah's wrist feeling a little overwhelmed by their touches.

"When Rebekah gets home she ravish Y/N all she wants. For now we get her first." Elijah said against Y/N's skin as his hand moved along her leg as that night was a blur of hands and mouths.

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Painter! Dylan x Princess!Reader

Word Count: 12K (12.057)

Warnings: Mentions of sexism, masturbation (mutual or solo), unprotected sex (this is a fic, be safe), cum play, breeding kink, filthy tbh, some cliché romance scenes. This is my second time writing ‘smut’. But this is the first time writing something so long and so filthy, bear with me.

A/N: This is an idea that I’ve had in mind for so long. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed imagining it. And of course, writing it. If you do, please give it some love and share it. The biggest solo piece I’ve ever written!

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