(English isnât my first language!! And Iâm not a doctor so sorry for the lack of medical knowledge)
For the day shift it wasnât a surprise to see Dr. Jack Abbott roaming around the Pitt instead of enjoying his time off, especially since his boyfriend got a new job at the daycare. He would often drop Y/N in the morning, do a yoga session and then drift off to the Pitt with a third cup of coffee in his hand.
So yeah, Robby and his crew just greeted him and continued their rounds and exams. Jack went to his locker and changed before going to the nurse station to greet his favorite nurse, Dana clocked him walking toward her and rolled her eyes.
âWhat are you doing here Abbott? Donât you have the day off to spend with your loverboy?
_ Loverboy is working today because apparently babies need him more than his boyfriend. Can you believe it?
_ Well with your age you could wear a diaper and need him to be fedâŠ.
_ And apparently I need hearing aids too because I canât hear you.
_ Just saying cowboy, now if you could stop complaining and go to south fifteen, I have a lovely man in need of an exam.
_ Iâll put on my best customer smile just because I love you.â
As the exam continued because the man insisted that the X-ray was wrong, Dana received a call, a man in his thirties who fainted at the daycare where he worked. He had a head laceration and was unresponsive. Dana hoped it wasnât who she thought it was because she didnât want to worry about her second attending being in this situation. With an eta at five minutes, she quickly called Robby over.
âHey sadboi, I think weâre gonna have a problem.
_ Why? And for the love of god stop with that name.
_ Ambulance incoming, I think itâs Abbottâs lover so maybe keep him on the other side of this hell.
_ Shit you sure ? Yeah give him my patient in south twelve and weâll put in the incoming in north three.
_ Okay but be careful because cowboy over there wonât be happy we didnât tell him.
_ Yeah I knowâŠâ
And unfortunately for them, it was really Y/N who was coming through the ambulance bay, still unconscious with blood oozing from his forehead. Robby immediately Santos and Oglivie but didnât tell them the importance of the patient in the room. They started their usual exams when Y/N finally regained consciousness, confusion swept through him, he was supposed to be with the baby penguins (a group at the daycare, the 6 to 9 months) but now all he saw was white walls and machines beeping. He recognised the doctor in charge because he saw him at the last Sunday barbecue. He tried to talk but his mouth felt like cotton.
Jack had finally finished with his adorable patient and the grandma that Robby left with him, he went to the nurse station and searched through the board for another patient. He felt quite happy because in one hour he would hear his phone ring and his boyfriendâs voice. However that happiness quickly vanished when he saw the familiar name of said boyfriend in north there, he felt frozen for a moment, turning to Dana who was coming towards him. The blonde tried to intercept Jack but he was quick to turn towards the room, hurried steps even with his prosthetic hurting him.
âWhat the hell is happening? Why did no one tell me he was here?
_ Brother wait-
_ Donât tell me to fucking wait when my boyfriend is on the table Robby.
_ Wait boyfriend? Dr Abbott has a boyfriend?
_ Santos not the time to gossip, tell me whatâs wrong.
_ Oh a headlac, lost consciousness but came back about five minutes again, troubles speaking but improving because heâs currently saying your name.â
This information brought Jack back from his worried mind and went to his boyfriendâs side, holding his hand and caressing the uninjured side of his head. His eyes flickered between Y/Nâs eyes and his laceration, worrying because it was still bleeding a bit. The rational part of his mind knew he would be fine but the other felt like he was back in the past, the ghost of his late wife and this connecting to his worry.
âDonât worry baby, I wonât leave your side, I promiseâŠâ
Summary: when Aaron finally goes back to dating, David sets him up on a blind date.
It took a really long time for Aaron to even think about dating again, for him it was like betraying Haleyâs memory and their marriage. He always had the same answer for the âwhy donât you go out?â, he needed to focus on Jack and work, he couldnât add more risk on someone's life. The team also tried to bring him to bars and parties, showing him that if they could have a relationship then he could. But he always said that they didnât really understand the situation (Spencer would disagree to an extent but itâs not the subject). But the team was nothing but stubborn and persistent so they didnât stop their plans.Â
It was Dave who finally succeeded to crack Aaronâs wall, he proposed a double date with him, Krystal and her friend, a âbeautiful and wonderful womanâ in Daveâs words. Aaron thought about saying no but the more he thought about it the more he felt the loneliness creeping in the back of his mind. So with as much conviction he could muster, he said âIâll think about itâ which was translated to a âyesâ in Daveâs mind. It was the week later that Dave approached him again with a big smile.Â
âHotch! Just the man I was looking for, I have news for the double date. Both ladies are free next Tuesday so, I pray for it, we donât have a case then weâre going that night.
_ Dave, I never said yes to your plan, I said Iâll think about it.
_ It's the same my friend, don't worry, youâll love her, sheâll bring a bit of joy in your broodness.
_ Dave.Â
_ Okay okay, but you canât say no now. Sheâll think you stood her up.
_ Well if we have a case, we wonât be there anyway.
_ If you really donât want to go, I wonât force you. But I think it would do you good to do something that is not work or child related.Â
_ Only if we donât have a case then, and only this time.Â
_ Thank you Hotch, you wonât regret it.â
The week passed by and like a miracle, there wasnât a case that delayed their plan, so Aaron had to call Jessica to ask if she could babysit Jack this evening, which she was happy to do when she heard the reason why. It seemed like everyone wanted him to move on, but he wasnât sure if he was ready to do so. He put on his usual suit without the tie to look more casual (if that was possible for Hotch), when he went to his watchesâ drawer he saw his wedding ring and began to spiral. Maybe Dave felt it because he called at the exact same time to say they were leaving the house. There wasnât time to cancel now so he said he was leaving too, throwing one last glance toward the drawer and the meaning of the date.Â
The drive wasnât long, so he couldnât rethink his entire lifeâs decision. He parked and waited not far from the entrance of the restaurant, where he could see Dave, Krystal and his date advancing toward him. From the first glance he could tell she was pretty and most likely in her thirties, he felt like he was beginning to profile her so he stopped and stepped in to introduce himself. He could tell they would have a good feeling since the first word they exchanged, the conversation was flowing easily and it seemed that Dave and Krystal asked for two separated tables. But neither of them noticed, they just continued on to the next topic.Â
It seemed that the reservation Hotch had flew through the window when he saw her, he wouldnât say it was âlove at first sightâ but he could see a continuation of the relationship, maybe more dates if she didnât mind his job. He learned that she is a teacher in an elementary school, which reassured him of her potential relationship with Jack. Aaron could see Dave shooting regular glances in their direction and exchanging small smiles with Krystal. He was glad no serial killer decided to strike on that Tuesday night, where he could see a relationship forming slowly but surely.Â
Spencer Reid as a young boy with a great mind knew things that most of the others didnât, but there was one thing that he still didnât understand, why did he do to be doomed like this?Â
First, he was gifted, it wasnât a gift for him but his mother said the contrary, with a brilliant brain. That caused him to always be the smartest and youngest in a room, to never have real friends, to suffer from the bullying and mockery nearly everyday.Â
Then his family was another part of his reasons to be doomed. His mother, bless it wasnât really her fault and he couldnât blame her because she loves him. Her sickness took a toll on him, dealing with that, school and his father was difficult but he managed. Even after his father left them, to be honest this period is still a bit fuzzy in his mind and he prefers to not talk about it.Â
After entering the BAU, he thought doing something good would help him get a bit of luck on his side but apparently it didnât work that way. Over the years he abducted, abused and drugged, the great trio if you ask him (please not the sarcasm), his partner left the BAU, then his father figure did too and he died. His best friend died and came back to life, his other best friend and boss lied to him about it, others friends too were abducted, so yeah the BAU wasnât his best luck. It gave and took away one of the best things that happened to him, he didnât know Maeve for long but he loved her, but the doom stroked again and now sheâs gone.Â
So yeah, Spencer Reid is doomed but life gave him a tiny piece of happiness two years ago. Happiness in the name of Y/N, a bubbly teacher who he met one day in a park with a coffee in his hand. At first he put his walls so far up that he was scared of scaring her away, but she persisted again,again and again. Until one day, the walls cracked and he let her in. After months of little dates, little conversation (because yes after many years Spencer invested in a little cellphone but not too modern) he finally got the courage to ask her on a date. It was awkward but insanely cute and resulted with a blushing Spencer and a lipstick mark on his cheek.Â
And for a while Spencer got comfortable, he still chased unsub, spilled facts, joked with Derek and came home to her. Maybe he should have seen the signs but for once in his life he felt really happy, so yeah ignorance was better than looking around for the next threat. And it arrived sooner that he anticipated.Â
The case was normal, if he could say that, a white man in his thirties, feeling incompetent in his life and said that it was his ex-girlfriend's fault. A real misogynist asshole that Spencer couldnât stand and he just wanted to go back home to have a nice night date with you. His mind went back to the map, doing his little colored zone and his triangulation to finally find the comfort zone. A day after he was in the jet, reading some Russian author while listening to the gossip from Derek and Emily, he knew his girl like knowing the âteaâ as she called it. He doesnât understand why she likes it but if he can see her smile and her eyes crinkle.Â
Hotch had them finishing the files at the office before leaving, so they could have a day off tomorrow. Spencer took some off of Hotchâs pile so he could see Jack faster. After maybe an hour or two, he was ready to leave and go home, in the elevator ride Derek wished him a âbeautiful date night with your pretty ladyâ before going towards his car grinning. Spencer could have hitched a ride with him or Emily but he was stopped by JJ saying she needed help before he left. It should have taken him less than an hour to help her classify the files but they were discussing and laughing, by the time they looked at the clock three hours had passed. JJ apologised many times and offered a ride because the subway no longer served at this time.Â
The ride was calmer, soft music playing on the radio, nearly no one in the street, JJ was a great driver and it took them some twenty minutes to get to his apartment. He thanked her and left with an awkward wave. He was nearly skipping to the front door of the building, excited to see her before he was stopped by a police officer. JJ had waited to see him enter but exited her car when she saw the police were there. Spencer was still confused about the sudden interruption of his plan, he tried to explain that he lived here and just wanted to go home but the officer told him something bad happened here.Â
The stress was climbing in Spencerâs body, he asked if he could just go upstairs to take his girlfriend away from the scene, it took some convincing (and showing their badges) to finally have an okay to go up. But when Spencer said at what floor his apartment was, the officer blanched and stopped them. He asked JJ to talk further away from Spencer, he let it happen with a strange look and mean while he called his girlfriend, it rangâŠrangâŠrang but never answered. When he saw the look in JJâs eyes and how quickly she was talking on her phone, a deep fear entered him. He tried to enter by force but he was blocked by a group of officers.Â
After ten minutes of fighting Spencer was guided to a bench, where JJ was waiting, he heard tyres screeching before Hotch and Derek were here, the officers let them in to Spencerâs chagrin. He could feel tears streaming down his cheeks, the cycle was repeating itself again, in his mind Spencer couldnât see how he could live after that. Lost in thoughts, he didnât see Derek approaching him, kneeling before him with tears in his eyes, words were muffled but he made out âsorryâ,âgoneâ, âintruderâ before he completely zoned out.Â
He didnât speak, didnât move, Derek didnât think he blinked either, not until he saw the black plastic on the gurney being rolled towards the ambulance. The second it entered Spencerâs vision, deep horrible screams and sobs left his mouth, he tried to go towards the gurney but Derek restrained him against his torso.Â
That night if Spencer didnât stay to help his team, he wouldâve been home in time to save her, the intruder wouldâve seen him and changed his course, Spencer wouldâve been greeted with an excited kiss and a warm hug. So yeah, Spencer didnât know why, but he was sure to be doomed for the rest of lifeâŠWether it was short or not.
Summary: Bruce really shouldnât speak with you but god does he wants to.
(English isnât my first language!!)
It was another gala, where he had to keep a polite smile and a relaxed appearance, where he had to fool annoying rich people who like to gloat about their wealth. Really he just wanted to be home, or maybe patrolling there he could be doing something useful instead of faking drinking champagne. Bruce Wayne was bored, it was plain and simple, he felt like a child forced to be here and technically Alfred did force him. An older man was talking his ear off when a shimmer took his attention away, in the corner of the ball he saw a beautiful golden dress that reflected the light. Not interested about whatever the man was talking about, he excused himself and went to the lonely woman.Â
She was alone in her corner, waiting it was a reasonable time to leave, she estimated that in like 20 minutes it was enough. She sipped slowly on her glass, not sure what was in it but the sweet and sugary taste wasnât that bad. She felt a shadow loom over her but she didnât turn around yet, wanting to see if the person was really there for her. After a minute someone cleared their throat and she sighed softly, turned and saw the one and only Prince of Gotham, Bruce Wayne. He introduced himself even tho it wasnât necessary, she did the same and he gently grabbed her hand, pressed tenderly his lips to her knuckles while his fingers caressed her skin. A soft blush creeped on her cheeks but she tried to maintain her composure.Â
They stayed together for a good part of the gala, some people tried to take him away but the remained glued to her side, he really appreciated her company and wanted to know more about her. During the galaâs auction, they sat together despite of the sitting plan that was imposed, discussing softly and betting from time to time. Towards the end of the night, he asked for her number and she said yes while she gave him her phone, he texted himself to be sure and gave it back to her. When the valet told her her car was there, the surname he said grab Bruceâs attention. The âMiss Kentâ echoing through his head, only then his mind did the connection. Y/N Kent, little sister of Clark Kent, aka Superman. So yeah Bruce was fucked, he remembered when he heard Clark talk about her, how he was very protective of her and especially that she was out of limits.Â
Meanwhile you got back to your apartment, where your brother was waiting for you for your weekly debrief and gossip session. He complimented your dress and saw your flushed cheeks, he began teasing you, saying about a potential crush in the air. You blushed even more before saying that maybe you met someone tonight. Clark sat up like an excited dog and demanded answer, you hesitated before recalling the entire night, how Bruce was a gentleman and so handsome. But when the name left your lips, Clarkâs eyes darkened, his demeanor change completely. He repeated the name slowly and asked his surname, confusion spread on your face before you said âBruce Wayneâ and Clark was up in a macro second. He left your apartment so quickly that you didnât see him leave.Â
At the Wayneâs manor, Bruce was calmly in the batcave, sipping on a cup of coffee that Alfred brewed him. He saw the red point of Superman position beeping at your apartment before it flashed towards him. He sighed deeply, told Alfred he was leaving and put on his suit, ready for a fight but the cause was worth it.Â
Summary: During an undercover mission, Derek and you must be the perfect couple to catch the unsub, no matters the methods.
(English isnât my first language!!) (smutish!!)
A white male in his thirties, probably abused in his childhood, tries to re-act the abuse on perfect family. The profile was enough for the team and with each victims were on a local bar before their death, this unsub liked his routine, even with the entire police department searching for him in town. Hotch thought it would be beneficial to send a couple undercover to have better chances to catch this âson of a bitchâ (in Derekâs words, not Hotchâs and his perfect professionalism). Directly at the start they saw the pattern, a white person with a poc partner, male or woman it didnât matter as long as there were a poc person in the couple. With Derek and Y/Nâs experience in undercover mission, it was the best to send them together, their chemistry was so intense that it would draw the unsub to them immediately.Â
So thatâs how the couple found themselves on the dance-floor of the bar, they had a mocktail before to make the unsub think he could lure them easily. Derekâs front was stuck to her back, she could feel his muscles flexing when she was swing her hips to the rhythm of the music. If she felt the bulge hardening in her back she didnât say anything, if not Derek swore he felt her press harder on him. His hands which were on her waist innocently, began to wander higher and higher, cupping the under of her breasts as his head went to her neck whispering softly on her skin.
â_Babygirl⊠youâre playing a dangerous game here. You should concentrate on the man in the corner.
_The one who glares at us like we killed his mother? Yeah itâs been a good five minutes since he saw us. We should give him more motivation to get usâŠ
_You think so mama? Come on then turn around and weâll give the show of his life.â
Turning in his arms, his hands found her butt, squeezing it tightly before letting them here. Her owns hands went to his neck, bringing his head lower so she could plant her lips on his. It was already intense but the more time passes the more it grew hot, their tongues moving and caressing each others, their sharp exhale of breath fanning their skin, her caressing every muscles she could find, even daring to cup the hard length before returning to his neck. She moved her lips to his neck littering small kisses to whisper in his ear.
â_He looks furious baby, we should head outside it seems like the best time.
_Yeah come on princess, itâs the grand finale of our show.â
Leading her outside and in the alley behind the bar, he pushed her gently on the wall and reconnected their lips, her hands stuck on his neck, but his were gravitating towards her center, rubbing her through her jeans just to hear her smalls moans. But even occupied, they heard the hurried footsteps coming in their direction. They waited to the last moment, waiting until she saw the knife in his hand before lightly tapping the side of Derekâs neck. The moment after was a blur, Derek tackled him, he was arrested and the rest of the team came towards them. Spencer looked like he wanted to run away, Rossi was smirking slightly, Emily was fully grinning and Hotch⊠Well he looked angry and desperate at the same time.Â
â_It would be nice to reminder that you have mic on the next time. Well if there is a next time, I expect you two in my office when we land back home.â
Summary: Clark thought he was alone, the only alien on earth. Well he was in for the ride.
(English isnât my first language!!)
Being Superman and the only Kryptonian on earth was something difficult to live, Clark wasnât sad or anything but he often thought about having another alien to understand what he was living. So he wished for another ship to crash on earth before erasing this thought quickly. But maybe he had psychic power because the next day a flash news was on the tv. And Perry made him go to a site where a something had crash on a field. More precisely an alien cradle made a wide crater near Metropolis.Â
Arriving on the site, Clark watch a strange purple hue emerged from the center of the field. Many officers tried to contain the excited journalists with their cameras in the air, hoping to catch a glance of the mysterious cradle. He looked at Jimmy who was in the sea of reporters and left to change quickly in his suit. And suddenly the reporters turned towards the blue and red flash coming toward the impact. They were yells of his alter egoâs name, cameras flashing to the two alien in the field.Â
When he saw the cradle closer, he saw strange writing and symbols on it, he couldnât understand them but he felt a strange pulling in his chest as he approached it. The cradle was a mix of gray and black with purple writings, it had parts made of glass where you could see a body resting in it. Their eyes were closed and their skin very pale. Clark was standing above it, clearly seeing the person in it and his eyes finally reached their, they opened suddenly.Â
Clark took a step back before quickly regaining his composure, he went back to the cradle and put a hand on it. The weight of his hand started a mechanism which opened the strange object. He heard gasps and cries of indignation when it opened. People were afraid of the unknown, he knew the feeling and he didnât want the person inside it to feel all of that resentment people gave him everyday, even if he had supporters.Â
First a hand entered their vision, followed by a pale arm and finally they saw a head and a torso. The person had long black hair which accentuated the skin, the head turned to the reporters and journalists before pausing on Clark. When both pairs of eyes met the connexion was immediate, like a piece of puzzle fitting perfectly in other, everyone around them disappeared leaving them to get lost in each other eyes. But the moment stopped when an officer yelled for Clark, well for superman, and he turned his gaze towards him.
After a couple of minutes, the person emerged from the cradle, they were naked which caused gasp to spread on the site, Clark felt a burning emotion in him before hurriedly taking off his cape and wrapping it around them. The person murmured something that Clark didnât understand but their eyes were full of gratitude. When they saw that he didnât understand what they said, they bought their hand towards Clarkâs cheek and he saw the question in their eyes. With a hesitant nod, they enveloped their fingers on Clarkâs warm cheek. The second the contact was made, parts of visions were all Clark could see, he saw the devastated war on an unknown planet, a couple of older people closing the cradle with tears in their eyes, the moment the person in front of him lost consciousness, the impact and the final moment when their eyes met and a single word rang in his mind: âmateâ.Â
Bucky always had one fear after getting in a relationship with you, the little voice in the back of his head telling him youâll hurt her, youâre not enough, sheâll leave you one day,âŠÂ so yeah the thought of losing you was too much for Bucky but every time those doubts came, you were there to erase those negative thoughts. Sometime a hug was enough, or a small I love you Buck murmured in his hair. It took some time but he didnât doubt himself that much now, he was gaining confidence and you loved it. The way he flirted and how he make himself tall was so sexy, you were proud of your man.Â
The day began like every other one, Bucky up when the sun did the same, he went to his morning run, brought back home breakfast and went to the shower before waking you up. You felt the little kisses scattered on your face and neck, the smile forming on your lips made him chuckle slightly. You enjoyed breakfast together before getting ready for work, Bucky had a meeting at the tower and you needed to go to your shop. You had a bad feeling about today, the hairs of your arm raising, shivers coursing through your body but you choose to ignore it. And maybe that was your first mistake.
Declining Buckyâs offer to drop you at work was the second, the metro was full, you were squeeze against strangers, yeah you should have say yes to the comfort of Buckyâs car. When the metro stopped at the stop before, many people left so you could breathe better but a man dressed in full black and a black backpack entering made you uneasy. You went to sit near the back when you heard him âNOBODY MOVEâ. You stopped dead in track, fear was the only emotion you felt. You heard people whimpering and crying but you couldnât move. You felt him coming towards you, his hand went to your shoulder to push you on the ground, then you felt something hard and cold pressed to your back. Tears slowly rolled on your cheeks while you were biting your lips to not make anything. You thought about Bucky, the last words you said to him I love you, Iâll text you later, you doubted there was gonna be a later.Â
As if he knew you thought of him, his ringtone on your phone rang through the air. The man above you sneered before you felt his breath on your ear âyou should answer, itâs gonna be the last time you can speak to someoneâ. With a trembling hand, you fished your phone out of your pocket and clicked on the green button.
â_Doll finally! You didnât answer my texts, was getting worriedâŠ
_B-buck⊠Bu-uck Iâm sorryâŠ
_Baby? Why are you sorry?Â
_I lo-ove you okay? I-i love you so much and Iâm so fucking sorryâŠ
_Y/N whatâs going on?! Talk to me please!
_Buck I- NOOOOO
_Y/N!!!
_Sorry man. I think your girl wonât be home later⊠Or ever really.
_Wha- Who the fuck are you?
_You should have take her in your car. Now itâs time to say good bye.â
And before Bucky could understand, he heard the loud bang of a gun going off⊠His raw screams echoed through the tower and the phone, the others members of team ran to him. Only to find Bucky curled on the floor sobbing your name and clutching his phone to his chest where the screams of the passengers and the loud bangs continued to go off.Â
Kinktober 20/???â phone sex/ sex messages with Derek MorganÂ
(uni is killing me, I have the midterms that are crushing my brain so I'm not promising a fic a day this week)
Derek should know the âdangerâ of sexting, at work or anywhere really but his girlfriend knew how to rill him up. It started innocently, she asked how he was because he left before she was awake, he responded a cute line like âiâm good but I could be better if you were with me babydollâ. After that⊠yeah things took a wild turn. When the notification popped up and he saw âmissus sent you a pictureâ he should have know better than open it in the office, but curiosity got in the way. She looked mesmerizing, on their bed with only the white sheet covering her body, he knew she set up this little scene, probably smirking like the little devil she was. He hesitated before going to the empty office down the hall, pressing the call button rapidly after he locked the door. It rang once, twice and a third time before he heard her voice.Â
â_Yes handsome?
_Baby seriously? You know Iâm at work right now, what if Reid saw that?
_You really want to talk about Reid? While Iâm naked in your bed right now, thinking about how much I miss my manâŠ
_Oh yeah youâre missing? We could have done some loving this morning but someone told me to let her sleep.
_Derek.
_Yes?
_Iâm touching myself so stop teasing and help me think about all the things youâll do to me tonight.
_Donât you wonât leave this bed anytime soon babydoll. Iâll start slowly, with my mouth on your breast while my fingers are exploring your little cunt.
_Fuck babe⊠what else?
_After you soaked my fingers, Iâll let my tongue trace every place between your legs, sucking softly on your clit, making you squirm but I wonât let you go anywhere until I have my fill of your sweet pussy.Â
_My-y god Derek! Iâm close already⊠please my love.
_Yeah? Youâre gonna come for me, while Iâm not touching you? You wanna be my good girl babydoll. Come on, cum for me right now.
_AH fu-fuck! Ohmygod Derek!
_Yeah I recognize these sweet moans, you did so well for me baby.Â
_I-iâll return the favor tonight handsome⊠Iâm sorry I canât do it right now.
_Thatâs okay babydoll, Iâll make sure weâre both fully satisfied tonight, I have to go but Iâm missing you already.
_Miss you too, I love you.
_Love you too babe.â
When Derek went back to his desk, he typed on last text to his girlfriend, a cocky âiâm still hearing how sweetly you moaned for me loveâ. He returned to his files but a text from Garcia stopped him, she was asking him to come at her office. He went there a bit confused.
â_ You asked for me babygirl?
_You know I love you chocolate thunder, but didnât you listened to me?
_I always listen to you so I donât know what youâre talking about.
_You and your lovely lady were⊠pretty well occupied a few minutes ago.
_Ho-how do you know that?
_Babe. I have access at all of your phones in case of emergency. So if you could refrain your self next time and actually wait to be home, I would be very grateful.
Kate was a simple woman, she liked mainly two things in life: food and her girlfriend. Really if the question âon an isolated islandâ was asked she would give these two answers. Her favorite type of day was when it rained, Y/N would make some hot chocolate and cookies, they would watch a comforting movie and Kate would lay behind Y/N so she could access her favorite anti-stress toys: Y/Nâs boobs. Her hand would always find her way inside the t-shirt and pass the bra she wore, her fingers either enveloping the tender flesh to squeeze it or they would find Y/Nâs nipple to pinch and make her girl squirm a bit.
Kate had the unfortunate habit of doing thing without thinking. So more than once, her hand would sneak into her girlfriendâs shirt while they were in public, making Y/N yelped much to her dismay because the others attention was on her. The glare Kate would receive was a killer one, she knew she would have to grovel a bit at home later. But she also knew the best ways to won her girlfriend over, she did it once so she kew the little tricks, which resided in the same area that got her in trouble.
Once they came home, Y/N was still pouting so Kate took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She had to drag her a bit because she liked her girl stubborn apparently, but thatâs okay she knew the solution to her problem. She sat her on the bed and pecked her lips until she felt her smiled against her lips. Her âwill you let me apologize baby?â made Y/N nodded shyly. She unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall on the mattress, she went for her bra next and when her upper body was naked, Y/N felt Kate pushed her lightly, until she was laying down. Taking advantage of the position, Kate straddled her hips and bent down until her lips made contact with Y/Nâs chest.Â
She started with small kisses across her breast, going back and forth between each boob. Sometimes she grazed her teeth to leave little bruises and the noises she get in return only encouraged her to do more of them. Y/N let out some whines to hurry up Kateâs movements, but it was her turn to be stubborn and she went at her own rhythm. But she finally closed her lips around the small bud, she felt Y/Nâs back arched like she was trying to bring Kate closer to her chest. Kate alternated between each nipple, making pleasure run through her girlfriendâs body, she knew how to act to bring her orgasm closer just with playing her breasts.Â
Y/Nâs hands were in Kateâs hair, pulling her even closer until her nose was completely smushed against her skin. The feeling of the little bites and the sucking made the orgasm come faster than she anticipated, Kate felt the body under trashed around as pleasure run through it. She finally brought her head up when she felt Y/N stopped shaking, her lips were red and puffy just like the state of Y/Nâs chest. She brought her hand up to soothe her hair and caress her face, checking if she was alright. A nod was the only answer she received as Y/N tried to catch her breath again, Kate chuckled as she saw the state of her girlfriend.Â
â_So...does this means Iâm excused? Or do I have to do some more?
_Yeah, yeah youâre doneâŠ
_I thought so too.â
They went up on the bed, Kate in her rightful place, behind Y/N with her hand full of her chest, fondling slowly the flesh, feeling at peace and content.
â_Hello, you donât me but I think you did something to me.
_Hi? Well I complimented your outfit the other day but thatâs it.
_No. Youâve been stuck on my mind since that day so youâll do something to help me.
_Like what? I could give you a pastry but you donât seem like the type of man who eat sugar.
_Just give me something you did, you look sweet.â
After this day, you met many times and became more than acquaintances or friends, Y/N took the reins and asked Bruce if he could kiss him, to which he nodded before going red in the face. It took time but Bruce became more comfortable around you, so you decided to begin your favorite type of affection, praises. It started small, a âgood job Bruceâ when he won some kind of award, it took him by surprise, leaving him again with the pink tint on his cheeks. The praises became an everyday event really you just liked to see him became slightly red. But you wanted more, and your wish became true one evening.Â
When you decided to push your relationship to the next step, you entered the sex territory slowly. Some handjob and kisses that made you discover something about Bruce. With your hand on his clothed hard-on, rubbing delicately, you murmured a âgod youâre such a good boy for me babyâ, what you didnât expected was the sudden wetness under hand. Your movements slow to a stop, you looked at Bruce but he was staring at a point on the wall, red like you never saw before, completely caught off guard at the turn of events. Bruce cleared his throat roughly, looking left and right like he wanted a solution.Â
â_So. I-i donât know what happened.
_Oh I think I do babe, you like a certain couple of words huh.
_No. It was because itâs been a long time.
_Bruce?
_Yes.
_I heard you jerk off in the shower yesterday, but thatâs okay, youâll continue to be my good boy later, right?â
( like 300 words because I'm fuckiing tired I'm so sorry đ)
You were spread out on the bed, your chest heaving from the activities you just did with James. Speaking of him, he was laying on you, not helping for catching your breath, but his arms gave up when he finished so he stayed there, and your mind was to fuzzy to form a complain about him being heavy. A couple of minutes passed before the mop of curls resting on your chest moved, Jamesâ eyes meeting yours, searching for a hint of discomfort before he lifted his weight off of you.Â
The âyou okay Angel?â leaving his lips brought you back to earth, your tired eyes finally focusing on him, you hummed in response, he wasnât satisfied with that his nose nudged yours. He wanted a verbal answer, âI need a word Pretty, commonâ and your raspy voice managed a small âmmh fine Jamieâ. That pleased him, making him sit back on his knees, checking your body to analyze if the bruises were lovebites or the bruises that were âI went to hard and hurt herâ. He seemed to think it was the first option, after his check over he left the bed and to the bathroom.Â
Confusion filled your mind when you didnât feel his presence, your hand reaching for him, you heard his âiâm coming Pretty donât worryâ, but it wasnât enough to stop your small whines. He came back with a wet cloth, climbing back on the bed to wipe gently the mess he left on you, whispering little praises here and there when he felt you flinch at the contact. His other hand caressing your leg to comfort you, after he was somewhat satisfied with your state, he wiped himself quickly, eager to cuddle with you. The cloth was throw somewhere in the room, he put the cover back around you two, settling so his front was flushed against your back. His arms added a comforting weight on your middle, you sighed in contentment, finally feeling comfortable enough to sleep. The last thing you felt was kisses on your hair and a small âgood night loveâ whispered.
Tony knew it was a risk to ask you that, but really the genius had this idea stuck in his since a long time, he dreamt about it the rare time he went to sleep. So he made sure you had a good day, he took a day off just to take care of you, maybe a small (well Tony definition of small anyway) and to end, hopefully like he wanted, made a reservation at your restaurant. You were pleasantly surprised by this day date but you loved it, even if you suspected he had an idea behind all this sudden affection.
The ride back was silent, just driving to the tower with his hand firmly on your tight. You couldnât the tension anymore so you decided to just ask what was up.
â_Okay babe, whatâs upsetting you? Youâre too quiet.
_Iâm not upset. Iâm thinking thatâs it and I need quietness to do it.Â
_Tony. Cut the crap.
_I...I may have an idea but Iâm not sure if youâll agree.
_Iâm not having sex with you while you were the suit, we already talked about it!
_No! Well weâll talk about that in the future, but itâs another idea.
_Iâm not sure if I really want to hear it but say it anyway.
_iwannadoasextapeâŠ
_What? Speak up babe.
_I wanna do a sextape! BUT hear me out before you scream at me.
_⊠explain yourself quickly.
_It would be just for us obviously, Iâll make sure nobody can access to it. I just want a reminder for⊠you know, when Iâm away and missing you.
_Iâll think about it. Just donât except an answer right now.
_Thatâs all I ask love, thank you.â
It took you a week to give Tony an answer, you send him a text on his way back from his mission, just a word âyes.â, at first he was confused and asked âyes what?â. The only answer he got was an emoji of a camera, after that you stopped responding, he was scared to hope so he made the quinjet go faster to have his answer. He wasnât ready for the sight he got when he entered your shared chamber. Here you were, on the bed in a deep red lingerie set, a camera placed on the dresser in front of the becd, the perfect setting to film one of his fantasy.
He didnât wasted any time, stripping off all of his clothes and jumped on you. You chuckled and caught his face before he could kiss you, he looked like a confused puppy until you pointed to the camera, only then he noticed it was off so he went to turn it on before sprinting towards you again. This time you didnât stop his kisses, letting him do whatever he wanted to do to you. He started slowly with kisses all over you, before going to his favorite place, between your tights. He spent a good time here, making sure you were loud enough for the camera (and maybe for the others to hear you too). After your first orgasm, he went to take to camera, to capture all of the angles he wanted.Â
He put you on all of fours, your back arched just how he liked it, making a close-up of your drenched pussy, running his fingers through your folds and moaning when he saw you shivered. He brought his dick towards your weeping hole, watching through the camera his cock running up and down on your slit, catching your clit on his way which made you moaned. He finally pushed his tip in, zooming on your stretching hole, after that the pleasure was too intense, he posed the camera and focused on you. The final image was you spread out on the bed, cum seeping from your hole and on your belly, the sheets drenched, and Tony went to cut the camera with the biggest smirk he could mustered.
In your relationship it was evident who were the dominant and the submissive, in terms of sexual and everyday life. If you forgot to eat, Loki would teleport something from the kitchen and glare at you until you took a bite. He was there if you didnât sleep or if you dinât drink you water, taking care of you was a âpart of my job so shut up and eat darlingâ. But your sexual life was phenomenal, both of you completely into the same kink.
But your favorite thing was oral, both doing and receiving. You often found yourself in embarrassing situation, not for you but for others. In the heat of the action you forget to lock the door and Tony would open it to find you, on your knees with Loki in your mouth. You would both look at him unimpressed, not bothering to stop until he left and closed the door. Loki would chuckle and smirk, telling you what a good girl you were and pushed your head further on his length.Â
But the best situation was in the bedroom, when he had you at his mercy, where he could make you do the most obscene thing. He always liked to start with you on your knees so he could return the favor many times later. But the view he had when he sat down on the big armchair of the bedroom, with you looking up at him with big does eyes waiting patiently for his orders, was a sight he enjoyed so much. He told you to take your time, so you massaged his tights while you left kisses up and down his cock, shuddering when he felt you slightly licking it.Â
You started to lick the veins, tracing them slowly to torment him a bit, but the look he send you made you speed up quickly. You began on the tip, small kitten licks enjoying the salty taste, then you wrapped your lips around it, sucking softly making him moan. Your lips went up and down until all of him was entirely in your throat, staying here a bit before coming back up for air. After that your rhythm accelerated, your head bobbing around his cock rapidly but his hand came to your hair, stopping you with your nose against his pubic hair, holding there and telling you to breath through your nose. You stayed like that for a bit until he pulled your head back up, telling you what a good girl you were for him and to finish, so he could start his meal.Â
Your mouth went back on him, working for it so you could enjoy the rest of the day, you added your hand on the part that could be in your month, twisting your wrist in tandem with your mouth. To bring him even closer you brought your other to his balls, fondling them, with all of this, his moans were erratic and his orgasm was here even faster. He warned you to sallow everything or there would be consequences. You felt his load hitting the back of your throat, his taste filling your mouth until his hips stopped bucking and he relaxed in his chair, your head went back up, making a show of sallowing slowly for him. You stuck your tongue when you finished, making him chuckle, he hosted you up and threw you on the bed, this time it was him who went on his knees slowly, ready to devour you.
Kinktober 12/???â mirror sex with Natasha RomanoffÂ
The bedroom you shared with Natasha was filled with elements that screamed you both, knife and guns because you needed protection, alcohol when the night was too difficult and you needed something to forget, a large closet filled with different styles when you needed to go undercover. But your favorite feature was the big mirror on the wall, it covered like a half of the wall, going from floor to ceiling. It was positioned directly in front of the bed, maybe to make the room seem bigger or some other shit that Tony said one day but you didnât listen.Â
The moon was high in the sky, Nat was watching the stars while she nursed a glass of vodka, you were on the bed reading some nonsense in a magazine. You wore only a pair of small short and a red bra, nothing to crazy but the eye Nat was observing made you think the contrary. She left her chair on the balcony, walking slowly towards you, she grabbed your ankle and pulled you forwards. You yelped, the magazine falling on the pillows, you finished face to face with your girlfriend, she wore a wolfish grin and her eyes were full of malice. She bought her hand to your chin, forcing you to stay put, her lips went to yours in a slow and sensual kiss, her tongue doing languid strokes with your.Â
â_Darling, youâre gonna be my good girl and your eyes wonât leave the mirror. Can you do that for me? Please Y/N do it for me?
_Yes Nat, please. I promise Iâll be good, just do something, please Nat.
_Donât worry darling Iâll make you feel good as long as you obey.â
With your eyes fixed on the mirror you could see Natâs head going south on your body, making a first stop at your chest, sucking on your nipples through the material of your bra. She took of your shirt as she went back down, you could see the back of her head between your tights, feeling her lips on your inner tights, sucking bruises here and there. She finally let her tongue run through your folds, moaning at your taste and sending vibrations through your body. She sucked gently on your clit, keeping her gaze on you to see if your eyes move from the view she offered you.Â
She decided to switch position, her back against the pillows with you between her legs. She hooked your legs above her to put your pussy full on display, you had the perfect view of her fingers going to your clit, stroking small circles on it. Your leaned back on her shoulder, but she was quick to remind you of her rule, your gaze meeting her in the mirror. She gave you a smile and let her fingers going back to your center, running through your folds until you were being for more, tears gathering in your pretty eyes. She thought you were so beautiful like this, all spread out and teary for her, it gave her more ideas for later but for now, she decided to give you what you wanted. She inserted one finger, going back and forth but quickly giving you another. Your moans echoed in the room, she chuckled as the rhythm of her fingers. She could feel your orgasm coming so she let her other hand go to your breast, where she pinched your nipple, triggering your orgasm. Your body convulsed but her fingers didnât stop, your first one stopped but her fingers left your nipple to go to clit, rubbing quickly with her other fingers still going in you. Your second orgasm came very fast, she took mercy on you and stopped.Â
She stroked your hair back, muttering small praises and leaving kisses on your face, telling you âwhat a good girlâ you were and how âproud of youâ she was. Still thinking about continuing the night after a small break for you.
Kinktober 11/???â cockwarming with Aaron HotchnerÂ
Aaron had a hard time going back to dating after all happened with Hailey and Foyet, he didnât want to rush into things especially since he had Jack to think of. So after many rejections, he finally accepted a date that Penelope had organized, the woman was actually a teacher and the connexion between them was immediate. They had many dates, officially became a couple four months after the first one and now itâs been a year and a half since she agreed to moved in with him.
Everything was going well, Jack and her had a good relation, Aaron was glad his son had a feminine presence and couldnât be more happy with her.
It was Sunday and Aaron decided that he woundât wake her now, they had the rest of the day for themselves since Jack had a sleepover at his aunt the night before. He decided to bring her breakfast in bed, being a bit romantic for once. A tray with coffee and pastries in his hands, he began to go back upstairs carefully. He saw her sleeping peacefully, her mouth opened and her limbs extended across the bed, he put the tray on the dresser before sitting next to her on the bed. He let in fingers trailed across her face, watching her nose scrunch up at the disturbance, he chuckled slightly and decided to wake her up with some kisses. His lips traveling from her forehead to her cheeks, pausing at her eyelids when he saw the smile she was trying to fight.
â_Come on darling, itâs time to wake up.Â
_Hmmmm no. we still have time to sleep a bit.
_But I made your coffee and I have your favorite pastry too. It would be a shame if I eat all of it.
_Why didnât you start with that! Gimme the coffee Aaron.
_Of course Madam, here you go your coffee.â
After your breakfast, you decided you needed more cuddle, Aaron spooning you from behind, tracing some forms on your arm. You wanted to feel closer to him, you scooted back until your ass was flush against his front, but to you it wasnât enough. You grabbed his arm and curled it around your waist earning a chuckle from Aaron. He put his hand under your shirt, grabbing her breast and squeezing you a bit more. But still you felt the need to be even closer.Â
â_Honey? Could you- could you be closer please?
_Iâll crush if I do that darling. I could do something else if you wanted.
_Please anything, just want to feel you.
_Donât worry my love, Iâll take care of you.â
He let his hands going to your hips, grabbing your underwear and pulling them off, doing the same with his. He let his fingers traveling to your wet cunt, stroking slowly your clit to prepare you, then his fingers went to your hole, entering one first then another, feeling your walls fluttering around his fingers. Your moans were soft, you could feel his breath in your ear, his hips bucking against your ass in rhythm with his fingers. He withdraw his fingers to grab his cock, muttering an âare you ready love?â gruffly, you nodded excitedly. You felt the tip rubbing your pussy back and forth until it catch your entrance. He entered in one long stroke, letting you feel every inch of it before stopping when your hips were flushed together.
You settled back against his chest, feeling content and relaxed, Aaron left some kisses here and there letting enjoy the rest of your morning peacefully with his cock buried on you. He promised himself heâll fuck you to sleep tonight, maybe even stuffing you full of his cum and keeping it there all night. Yeah he couldnât wait for tonight.
Dating Spencer was the absolute joy of your life, you began your relationship both in your early twenties so you evolved together, in terms of jobs, life, personality,⊠Everything had change but for the better, Spencer was happy at the bau and you liked being a librarian in Quantico, you had your little traditions when Spence was at home, like going to the park to read or play chess, visit new places and eating out, all things that all others couple did but with a boyfriend who told you facts every two minutes and you loved it.
Today was one of the rare day where Spencer was home and decided to organize a whole day for you. He began by doing your favorite breakfast (not in bed because the sheet were change the day before and you couldnât dirty them right now) and trying to do the morning cross-words with him, he let you do them a whole five minutes before he was bored and helped you. After doing your morning routine, you took a stroll in the park gloved hand interlaced, Spencer was telling a fact about the seasonal flowers and you listened while watching dogs running around. You went back to the apartment to eat and you thought your day ended now but to your surprise, Spencer told you that the museum a new exposition and that you were going there.Â
The exposition was about Egypt and the Pharaohs, something that Spencer already knew so he began to be distracted by you. He thought about all the little details of you that he knew by heart now. One thing lead by another and here he was thinking about how you were in bed, how you moaned when he touched just right on that spot, how your lips felt against his skin. Yeah he was hard and flustered now, you were still ignorant of his predicament just watching some hieroglyphs on the wall. Spencer looked around and noticed that the museum was practically empty, a couple of visitors here and there but fairly empty, he also noticed the small sign saying âdo not enter- personals only authorizedâ and the dots connected in his mind. Sure it wasnât sanitary but Spencer was more preoccupied but the growing tent of his pants.
He led you by the hand to the small closet, earning a confused âwhat the hell Spence?â from you, to his luck the door was opened so he pushed in, locked the door once he entered and caged you with his arms against a shelf. His mouth attacked yours and muffled your moans of surprise, rapidly your hands went in his hair, tugging softly on his locks to elicit some groans of pleasure of him. One of his hand left the wall to go under your shirt, feeling your skin and the underside of your breast, he squeezed it for a bit before his hand went to your tight, hooking it up on his waist so he could grind his erection on your clothed center.Â
His mouth left yours to settle on your neck where you could feel him panting, your hips began to match his rhythm, both of you chasing your ends. He could feel your nails scarping against his back and neck, certainly leaving some red streaks in their passage. Both of your hips lost their rhythm, Spencer murmured âcome for me please...please darlingâ and that sent you over the edge, which led him to cum too.Â
You both leaned there for a minute, Spencer already feeling uncomfortable in his sticky underwear and you completely shocked of your actions. But your bubble was popped when the handle rattled, a gruff voice saying âwhy is it locked?â behind the door, your wide and scared eyes met Spencerâs ones, both of you waiting for the janitor of the museum to leave to sneak off.
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