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About Me

Welcome to my page! Here’s some information abt me <3

☀︎︎ My pronouns are she/her ♡︎

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𝔘𝔫𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔞к𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 | Sebastian Sallow x fem!reader

Summary: You and Sebastian are dared to do seven minutes in heaven during a Slytherin party... but seven minutes is far too few for the two of you

Warning(s): slytherin reader, 18+, mutual yearning, aged up characters, drunk sex, oral sex, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: 2.6k

Ominis, Imelda, Sebastian and you were sat in front of the fireplace amidst the infamous yearly slytherin house party, your laughter carrying through the room as Imelda drunkenly danced atop one of the dark-oak tables to the music; She had never been one to shy away from a dare.

"She's stark raving mad, that one." Sebastian chuckled from the chair he was lounged on across from you. Ominis, his wand extended in use of receiving a mental image of the scene playing out shakes his head in response, stifling a laugh.

"Alright, Imelda, you can quit showing us up now." You called out, watching as she bowed to the fellow Slytherin's chanting her on before returning to your little group. "Next time Ominis, give me a difficult dare, will you?" She boasts, plopping back down beside you with a smug look, her words slurring. "My turn!" She exclaims, her eyes slithering from you to Sebastian, the right side of her lips tugging upward. "Sebastian, truth or dare?" She inquires, knowing he also never shies away from a dare.

Your gaze finds itself on him, his elbow propped on the back of the sofa, a smirk already present. His eyebrow raised mischievously, tilting his head ever so slightly. "Dare, obviously."

As if it was the response she had been dying to hear, she let out a quick chortle, gaze turning to you. Your cheeks heated at the look in her eyes, which you knew too well. Having made the mistake of fessing up to wanting Sebastian in ways that were not exactly appropriate the last time you and Imelda drank, she had been plotting on the perfect opportunity to make it happen. With the slight shake of your head, she turned back to the brunet; “Let’s make it fun…” Her eyes gleamed as she pointed between the two of you. “Seven minutes in heaven… together.”

"Wait, but the dare is for him, not for me." You stammer, feeling the heat burning your rosy cheeks. "You don't want seven minutes alone with him now?" She questions, shifting in her seat. "What about when you told me-"

"Fine, where do you want us to go?" You interrupt quickly, swallowing hard as your eyes darted to Sebastian, who was wearing an amused expression. "Broom closet, or our room, if you prefer."

Sebastian's voice catches you off guard. “You sure you can handle that much time with me?”

"Doubtfully." You sigh, trying to calm the nerves engulfing you whole. "Guess you'll find out. Hurry along now!" She teased, shooing the two of you off.

“You heard her. Can’t disappoint the crowd now, can we?” He stands and offers his hand to you, his gaze locking with yours. After a brief hesitation, you slip your hand into his, letting him pull you to your feet. Your heart is beating a mile a minute, trying to ignore the warmth between your connected hands as you approach the broom closet on the far side of the dungeon. Being the gentleman he was, he opened the door for you, gesturing for you to enter.

The door clicks shut behind you, sealing the two of you in dim light and close air. The scent of dust and faint cleaning potions fills the narrow space, but all you can focus on is the sound of his breathing, and the way his chest moved with it. You cross your arms, trying to appear unaffected, avoiding acknowledging the lack of space between the two of you. “Well, this is… cozy.”

Sebastian’s smirk returns, low and knowing. “You’re blushing already, and we haven’t even started, are you nervous, y/n?”

“I’m not nervous.” You definitely are.

He leans back against the wall, crossing his arms in a mirror of yours. “You sure? Because that expression on your face says otherwise.”

In return, you roll your eyes. “You’re imagining things.”

“Mm, maybe. Or maybe you just can’t handle being in here with me for seven minutes.”

You let out a dry laugh. “Oh please. You’re the one filling the silence with your own voice.”

His brows raise. “Are you saying you prefer it quiet?”

“Depends who I’m stuck with.”

That earns a faint grin from him; cocky, teasing, the same look that drives you mad during arguments. But as your eyes meet again, something shifts. The space between you feels charged, heavy with all the things neither of you have ever dared to say out loud. You take a small step closer, meaning to call his bluff, but his smirk falters. For the first time, he looks almost… unsure; this time, his breathing hitches, and you're almost certain he's just as nervous.

Your voice comes out softer than you intend. "You're so confident when we argue, why are you so shy all of the sudden?"

He swallows hard, eyes flicking down to your lips before finding yours again. "Because you're looking at me like that." The air hangs still. His voice is barely above a whisper now, rough around the edges, and for a moment, neither of you dares to move.

"Have you kissed yet?" You both hear Imelda's voice call out, breaking the intense eye contact being shared. “Not yet,” he calls back, amusement lacing his tone. Then he leans in slightly, voice lowering. “Unless you want to change that."

You swallow hard, very much wanting to feel his lips on yours... but you don't have the courage to make the move. You knew that was the only way out of here, Imelda wasn't one to negotiate with. With a deep inhale, your gaze returned to his.

You hold his gaze, heart hammering, but a mischievous smirk creeps onto your lips, feeling sudden boldness from the butterbeer you'd downed not too long ago. “And what if I do want to change that?” You murmur, closing the distance between, daring him.

"Then I think... I think you should do something about that." He murmurs, his voice low, rough, and shaking just a fraction; a side of him you rarely get to see. You take another step, and now there’s barely any space between you. The warmth of his chest presses against yours, one of his hands slithering around your back as the other lifts slowly, fingers brushing against your cheek.

Your breath catches, and his gaze flickers to your lips once again; lingering, daring. You mirror him instinctively, leaning just a little closer. The world outside the closet, the music, the dares, even Imelda’s laughing, all fade away. The very scent of you was intoxicating to him; he wanted to consume you, he had been wanting to consume you.

“Are you sure?” he whispers, voice hoarse. “Because once we—”

"Just kiss me, Sebastian-" you began before his lips were on yours; The kiss is tender at first, testing, hesitant; but there’s an unmistakable desire beneath it. Your hands clench onto the collar of his white button up shirt, pulling him closer, matching his movement with equal intensity. When the kiss deepens, it’s passionate, hungry, full of the tension that’s been building for months; every glance, every argument, every tease leading to this. Your heart races, his pulse thrums against yours, and for a moment, the universe shrinks to just the two of you in that dim, dusty broom closet.

When his hands find placement on your ass, he breaks the kiss to watch your expression, as if asking you if it was okay. Your answer was pulling him by the emerald green tie that hung from his collar, enveloping his lips once more. You let out a small gasp once he picked you up from your ass in a swift motion, backing you against the cold brick wall. He was utterly starving for you.

"You have no idea what you do to me." He confesses, fingers digging into your bare thighs. There was no mistake that he was buldging out of his pants, prominently feeling it against you as your skirt hiked up to your hips. "And what is it that I do to you?" You boldly inquire, already wanting his mouth back on yours.

"Unspeakable things, y/n." He whined, one of his hands moving to your throat, stroking his thumb over it as the rest of his fingers cradled the back of your neck. "Tell me, Sebastian. Speak something unspeakable to me."

As if a dare that he was ready to take on, he leaned closer to your ear. "I've been dying to taste you."

Your cheeks heated, instinctively biting down on your lip as you felt your arousal rising. "What's stopping you?"

His expression goes dark at your permission, quick to put you down on your feet, brown eyes boring into yours as he kneels down before you. "Do you wish to see me on my knees? Is that it, darling?"

Eagerly, you nod, butterflies swirling your stomach as he presses his fingers on your soft skin, planting kisses from your calf to your upper thighs. It was incredibly difficult to hide your shuddering. The sensation of his hands gliding up to your thighs, pushing your small skirt up to find your lacy undergarments heightened both of your excitement.

Your eyes were locked onto one another as his index fingers looped around the hem of your underwear, sliding it down your legs until they fell to the floor. As he continued kissing up your thighs, he pulled your right leg over his shoulder, pressing his thumb against your bundle of nerves. Instantly, he groaned, fighting the urge to indulge himself too early at the feeling of your arousal. "Fuck, you're soaking wet for me."

Quickly, he retrieves his thumb, gazing intensely at you as his thumb slips into his mouth, desperate to taste any bit of you. Without a second thought, his tongue is on your clit, and your head is thrown back. It didn't take long for you to realize he was skilled at this, knowing exactly what to do.

With the way he was eating, you would've thought he was a starved man. As he added a digit within you, you couldn't help but whimper, shutting your eyes tightly as it curled to the right places, his mouth sucking sloppily, devouring you until your legs began to shake, chasing that euphoric feeling building deep within. "Fuck Sebastian-"

He didn't dare reply as he increased the speed, your orgasm approaching swiftly. Curses spewed from your mouth as your hands held his hair, shaking as he kept going even after the intensity ended. You had to pry him away from you; his eyes filled with pure lust, lips swollen and covered in your slick which he happily licked away.

Your hand quickly found his tie, pulling him up to be at eye-level. "Merlin, you taste so good." He cooed, planting his lips on yours. "Was that okay?"

"Are you serious?" You laughed, panting, legs still shaky. "Let's just say I didn't think that was possible."

He smirked at your response, planting kisses on your neck. Still heavily aroused, you held him tight against you, not able to bear it anymore. "Sebastian, I need you."

With this, he moved to meet your eyes, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. "How do you need me, darling?"

The tug on his pants was enough of an answer, which he quickly understood. "You want me to fuck you, hm?"

"Yes, I do."

"How badly?"

"Unspeakably bad, as one might say." You teased, unbuttoning his shirt before moving to plant kisses on his toned chest. Your lipstick was left marked there, as was it smudged along his lips. He paid no mind, just happily drunk off of you. "Atta' girl." He purred, reaching for his trousers. He was more than happy to remove the uncomfortable restraint, moving his boxers down with it. "You see what you do to me?"

Your eyes widened at the size of him, having never taken something that... big. "Are you sure you want this, y/n?" He inquired, catching the flash of worry on your flushed face. "I'm positive. I've never wanting something more."

In a fluid motion, he picked your legs back up, pressing your back against the wall. In the same beat, he lined himself up with your entrance, looking once more for approval. You nodded in return, biting down on your lip as he slowly pressed into you. Your jaw slacked ever so slightly as you took him, eyelids feeling heavy from the pleasure that swarmed your insides. Slowly, he began to thrust, watching you intently.

"Tell me how you like it." He ordered, fingers firmly gripping your ass as he thrusted into you, barely allowing you to respond. "Deep, fast."

As if music to his ears, he mimicked your response physically, beginning to roll his hips further into you, your body practically jolting with each thrust as he hit your sweet spot. At this point, you discover it is nearly impossible to speak as he fucks you better than you'd dreamed of. His lips are on yours, slipping his tongue in your mouth with a moan, murmuring how good you feel.

"You fuck me so good, Sebastian." Your walls clenched around him, baffled at the intense pleasure you were undergoing; Likewise, he had never felt so good in his entire life, barely managing to go much longer with the way you gripped his member; praying this would never end. "You're such a good girl for me." He purred, enveloped in the pure ecstasy of it all.

His lips were on yours once more as he reached his climax, moaning your name relentlessly, gripping you hard enough to leave bruises as he filled you up with his cum. Pants came from both of you before he removed himself, gently placing your legs on the ground.

When you finally part, just slightly, both of you are breathless, foreheads resting together. Sebastian’s usual smirk returns, softer, more intimate. “Well… that was worth the dare,” he whispers, his thumb brushing your cheek as his gaze lingers on you. "I'd say so." You lightly laugh, still chasing the high.

He bends down to retrieve your underwear, helping you to dress before doing the same with himself. "Shall we?" He questioned, extending a hand towards you, in which you happily took. As the two of you left the closet, the realization that the party was over and everyone had gone to bed dawned on you both. It was impossible not to laugh, having not known the two of you were in there for so long.

He walked you back to your room, fingers brushing yours occasionally, each touch sending little sparks up your arm. At the door, he kissed your hand once, soft and lingering, making your heart stutter. You started to step inside, but he gently pulled you back by the wrist. His other hand cupped the back of your neck, and his lips found yours again; soft, warm, and just long enough to make you want more.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours. “Goodnight, y/n,” he murmured, voice low and rough, full of both longing and gentleness.

You smiled, brushing your fingers against his cheek. “Goodnight, Sebastian,” you whispered back, your voice trembling slightly with everything that had passed between you.

He gave a small, teasing smirk, just enough to remind you of the playful confidence you adored. “Sleep well… and maybe dream a little about me.” He smiled, letting go of your wrist but holding your gaze a moment longer before finally stepping back.

"After all that, it'd be impossible not to." You replied, your gaze lingering on him until he disappeared down the hall, leaving your heart fluttering long after the door closed. As you climbed into bed, Imeldas voice carried to you. "You're welcome."

You laughed silently, unable to wipe the smile off your face knowing that whatever was between you and Sebastian, was only just the beginning.

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𝔏𝔬𝔠𝔲𝔰 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔰 | Sebastian Sallow x fem!reader

Summary: You and Sebastian have long been infamous for your bitter rivalry; a fierce, unrelenting hatred fueled by the fact that you're the only true competition either of you has ever known. But when the two of you are suddenly trapped in a magically sealed room, where the only way out is through absolute honesty and long-waited confessions, you discover how he truly feels

Theme: Rivals to lovers

Word Count: 2,986

"Might this finally be the time I get to rub my victory and greatness in your face?" Sebastian called out from behind you as you trudged down one of the corridors within your school, determination guiding your every step. You couldn't help but scoff as you turned to face him, stopping both of you in your tracks. His gaze held yours a beat longer than necessary, unreadable. "Your misled faith in yourself never ceases to impress me, you know that?" You quickly retort, curling your lip at his smug expression that falters with your comment.

"Misled faith? You're the one coming to me for help with this door you claim to be incapable of opening. I believe this is the perfect opportunity to show you up at something, and for you to finally accept that I am indeed exceptional."

Your eyes roll before you can even think, tightening your fists. "You're deeply making me regret this, Sallow. I'm not incapable, and I'd never admit to such rubbish. You can be truly insufferable."

"I guess that's why we're drawn to each other, darling; What exactly does that make you, then?" The pet name never fails to bring heat prickling your cheeks, but you mask it with a sharp glare. "Bloody Slytherin." You cursed under your breath as you spun on your heels, taking a deep breath. "It's up ahead, we can remain silent until then."

"Fine with me."

"That's not being silent." You retort, watching over your shoulder as he throws his hands up in surrender, scoffing slightly. He mutters words under his breath that are too soft for your ears to hear, curiosity and frustration washing over you as you brush it off, rounding the corner. You come to a stop before the intricately detailed oak door, tossing a glance over your shoulder to the boy beside you. "Go on, then."

He raises his eyebrows in test, approaching it. He gives the door a push, met with no budge. "Have you tried bombarda? Perhaps Depulso?" He questions over his shoulder, readying his wand. You step forward, pushing it down quickly. "Don't be ridiculous, that's not going to work."

"Have you?" He presses, earning a jaw clench from you. Your eyes dart around, making sure you were alone as you lower your voice to a whisper. "I've tried everything." You hesitantly admit. "Be thankful I was the one who got the spell blasted back at me and thrown against the wall. The portraits never let me hear the end of it."

He laughs at this before turning locking his eyes on yours. "And yet you chose to stop me. How sweet of you, am I warming up to you y/n?"

"Not even close." You shortly reply, crossing your arms before moving your focus back to the door. He follows your gaze, looking above. The words "locus veritatis" are carved above. "Locus veriatis?" He questions with a raised brow, the two of you jolting at the sound of the door unlocking and creaking open. Your jaw slacks, disappointment washing over you. He doesn't waste a moment to turn around with a smug expression, this time crossing his arms. He looked irritatingly good with that confident tilt of his chin, and you hated that you noticed. He caught on to this, teasing insistently. "You never thought to just read the inscription?"

"Shut up." You growled, prowling forward into the room with him following close behind. "A 'thank you, Sebastian' would suffice." His breath tickled your skin, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. You shrug him off more forcefully than needed. The room circular, walls covered with bookshelves, having a lounge chair to the far right along with a notable pedestal in the centre containing a silver-glowing vile.

As soon as the two of you entered the rather small room, the door shut abruptly behind you. Both of you spun quickly, startled by the disturbance. You were the first to go and push against it, having no luck. You softly cursed under your breath, realizing that this was a bad idea. "It's not budging."

"I think we've established you're not the brightest when it comes to opening doors, allow me." He mocks, meeting you at your side to make his attempt. He finds the same result as you, his expression mirroring your own; anxiety spikes within both of you.

"Seems that you're not that much brighter, does it?"

"Step back." He orders, pointing his wand ahead. You follow his instructions swiftly, too stressed to throw back a smart remark. His attempt at bombarda fails, only blasting bookshelves into pieces. "Brilliant idea, Sallow." Your head shakes as you use repairo to mend the damage, your thoughts racing to find a solution. "You're the one who got us locked in here, if I recall correctly. If it hadn't been for your insistence on getting in this bloody room, we wouldn't be stuck now, would we?"

"If I hadn't sought you out and put up with your unyielding arrogance, you're right, we wouldn't be stuck here."

"Bloody hell y/n, you drive me insane." He scoffs slumping down on the lounge chair, running his fingers through his disheveled hair. "So you're just going to sit there?"

"I'm thinking- give me a moment." His tone is sharp, and you know better than to press. Your gaze moves to the floating vile in the centre, feeling as your feet slowly carry you to stand before it. Carefully, you reach for it, grasping it gently. A surge of energy rushes through the room, startling both of you. He's quick to his feet, now by your side examining the object within your grasp. His shoulder brushes yours as he leans in to examine the vial, and neither of you moves away. Clearing your throat, you state, "I'm guessing this is our key out of here... but what the hell are we supposed to do with it?"

"Is it ingestible?" He inquires, earning a shrug of your shoulders. "Only really one way to find out." You start, looking to him. "Since you're clearly so much more capable than me, you should go first."

"And be the guinea pig? I'm good, thanks. Ladies first." He motions to the vile, stepping back. The lack of warmth from where he once stood was devastatingly evident, but you shook it off quickly before popping the cork from the top, drinking half of it without a mere thought. He's intently watching you, searching your face for any negative expression or physical manifestation. Your breath is heavy as you wait a couple seconds, noticing that you were fine. Your hand extended the rest towards him, and in return, he finished it off. "Now what?"

You shrugged, looking around the room for any changes before striding to the door, pushing yet again against it... nothing. "I don't understand." Sighing heavily, you removed yourself from the door, plopping down on the sofa. His hands were braced on both sides of the pedestal, his white collared shirt pushed up his arms. Your cheeks flushed as he realized you had been staring a little too long, his head tilting ever so slightly. Something shifted then, within you. It also shifted in him. It felt as if something had opened up from deep within, making the two of you feel unusually lighter.

It was dead silent as your eyes lingered on each other for longer than you should've, both mouths laying agape. "I feel funny." You finally spit out, stomach filling with the sensation of butterflies. As he nodded in return, he cleared his throat, unable to look away from the expression painted across your face. You were looking at him through your lashes, cheeks rosy. Everything in him was fighting to look away, but he couldn't bring himself to- no, he didn't want to look away.

"Do you think we were poisoned?" He quietly questions, eyes still glued on you, feeling an urge to move closer. You felt the pull too, but the softness of the lounge chair had you sinking in, laying yourself back. "This feels too good to be poison." You laugh, head thrown back at the rushes going through your body. He swallows hard at the image of you in front of him, finally tearing his eyes away. You hear him mutter something as he turns around, loosening his emerald green tie around his neck as if he couldn't breath.

"What's the matter, Sebastian?" You call out, examining the way he seems to jolt from using his first name. "Something's wrong." He grunts, hesitantly turning to face you. "Are you sure? Cause I feel great."

"Yes I'm sure."

"Well what's the issue?"

"I feel like I don't have control over what I'm going to say or do." He reveals, keeping himself at a distance. At the same time he is resisting the pull, you unconsciously come to your feet, drawing towards him. "And what is it you feel you won't have control over, exactly?"

There's a beat of silence as he swallows hard, freezing as you approach. He clenches his jaw, looking away, the tension in his body clear. "I'm afraid of telling you things I’ve worked very hard to keep buried." He finally meets your gaze; the intensity of it making you now want to shy away. You didn't know what was overcoming you, barely registering that words were slipping from your lips. "Then stop burying them."

A low chuckle comes from him as he shakes his head. "You say that like it's easy. I don't want these... thoughts to be spoken of. I think the vial contained some sort of loose-lip serum."

"What's so wrong with sharing some secrets, Sebastian? That’s the whole point, isn’t it? This room… that vial. Maybe that's the key out."

As if taking turns, he now steps forward, the space between you closing. "Then you tell me something real. Something you’ve never said aloud."

Suddenly, you're breathless, heart thudding. You want to look away, but you don’t. Your eyes deceive you by landing on his lips; lips you always yearned to have on yours. As if he had caught on, his tongue swiftly swept across his bottom lip, watching as your gaze followed it. Your pulse hammers against your ribs, a betraying rhythm that fills the silence between you. “Something real?” you manage, your voice barely audible. “Fine. You want the truth?”

He folds his arms, that familiar, infuriating smirk tugging at his lips. “Always.”

You take a sharp breath. “You drive me insane. Every smirk, every smug little comment... every time you act like you’re above everyone else. It’s unbearable.”

His brow lifts, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Unbearable? Because you can’t stand losing to me?”

You scoff quickly. “Because you make everything a competition. Even when it doesn’t have to be.”

The words hang heavy in the air. A faint hum echoes through the room, low and resonant, and both your gazes dart to the door. The latch glows faintly, just for a second, then fades.

Sebastian blinks. “Did you see that?”

“I said something true,” you whisper. “And the door… reacted.”

“So that’s it. The room opens with honesty. That's right... locus veritas translates to something like room of truth, if I'm getting my latin right.” He narrows his eyes whilst you cross your arms. “Then it's your turn, genius.”

His smirk falters. “Fine.” He exhales slowly, jaw flexing. “I thought you were arrogant when we first met. Always trying too hard to prove yourself.”

You roll your eyes. “Wow, thanks.”

“But…” He steps closer, voice softening just slightly. “Then I realized you only push because no one ever listens until you force them to notice.”

There’s another hum. The glow brightens again; stronger this time. You both stare at the door. “It’s working,” you say, breathless. He nods once, lips pressing together. “Then we keep going.”

Your heart thuds harder. “I always thought of you as insufferable,” you admit. “Always so controlled, so sure of yourself... like you don't feel anything.”

Sebastian’s gaze sharpens. “And now?”

“Now…” You hesitate, words trembling on your tongue. “Now I think you feel too much. You just don’t know what to do with it.”

The glow surges. The door creaks, gears shifting inside. He lets out a shaky laugh, the sound unfamiliar coming from him. “You think you have me all figured out?”

“No,” you say quietly. “But I wish to.”

Sebastian huffs a quiet laugh, but it lacks his usual bite. “You really shouldn’t.”

“Why not?” you challenge softly. He hesitates, eyes darting between yours. “Because then you’d see through all of it... the arrogance, the smugness, the pretending.”

Your brow furrows, curiosity flickering beneath the steady pounding of your heart. “Pretending what?”

“Pretending that you don’t get to me. That you never have.” He exhales sharply.

You freeze, caught between disbelief and something dangerously hopeful. “You mean—?”

He cuts you off, voice low and uneven. “Every time you roll your eyes at me, every time you call me insufferable... I can’t stand it because I want you to look at me for another reason entirely.”

The glow from the door flares brighter, casting a golden glow over his features. He glances toward it, then back at you with a faint smile. “Seems the room approves of that truth.”

You can barely find your voice. “Sebastian…”

He laughs under his breath, though there’s no amusement in it. “I told myself it was rivalry, that it was all just a game. But I don’t think it ever was.” The light pulses again, steady and warm. Your breath catches, eyes locked on his. “Then what was it?”

His answer is barely a whisper. “Me trying to get close to you… in the only way I knew how.”

The door hums louder this time, metal shifting within the frame. Your pulse races with it, every nerve alive. For a moment, neither of you speak. The air thickens, charged with the weight of every confession you’ve shared. Sebastian takes another step forward, close enough that your breath catches. “Looks like you need to tell me one more truth,” he murmurs. “Something real. About me. About you. Doesn’t matter which.”

Your throat tightens. “You make me angry because I care what you think. I shouldn’t... but I do.”

The door’s glow flares brilliantly this time, the sound of metal sliding echoing around the room. You both turn toward it, then back to each other. Sebastian’s voice is low now, nearly a whisper. “You’re not the only one.”

Your breath hitches. “What?”

“I care too.” He exhales shakily, eyes flicking to your lips as though he’s realizing something at the same time you do. “More than I should.”

Before you can respond, he leans in, one hand finding your jaw, the other curling at your waist, pulling you flush against his body. The kiss happens like a confession of its own: sudden, desperate, and passionate, full of all the tension that’s been building for years.

When he finally pulls back, his breath ghosts against your skin. Behind you, a click echoes through the chamber, the final lock releasing, the door opening. You glance toward it, heart still racing. “So… truth really was the key.”

Sebastian’s grin softens, and for once, there’s no mockery in it. “It seems we’ve both unlocked something we weren’t meant to hide anymore, didn't we, darling?” He utters before tilting his head back down to kiss you once more.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[wintersxani]

𝐅𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Request: “would you be able to do one where the reader has never been with a woman before (for sex) and maybe even is a virgin? and it's just lots of fluff and smut(obv) but just emily being super understanding and explaining things to reader?” - @shqtteredcrystql1 <3 (thank you for this request!)

Warning(s): fluff, smut, inexperienced!reader, oral sex, fingering, focused on reader's pleasure

Word count: 1205

Characters: Emily Prentiss

Summary: When you and Emily finally get down to business, you reveal your lack of experience. Fortunately, Emily has enough experience for both of you, wanting to show you how to correctly be pleasured.

"Em... I've never done something with a girl before." You admitted after withdrawing from the heated making out you and your girlfriend had been partaking in atop your bed for the past fifteen minutes as she gripped the outside of your left upper leg. Her gaze moves from your lips to your eyes, watching your cheeks flush with color from embarrassment. Her fingers thread through yours as she gave your hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

She knew that she was your first girlfriend, first serious relationship, and the first to treat you right. She smiled, shaking her head. "Baby, we don't have to do anything, there's no rush."

"But I want to. I want you." You reassured her, cupping her cheek with your right hand, using your left to pull her hand farther up your thigh. "We can always stop at any point if you don't want to. Just tell me, okay?" Her tone was gentle, as were her eyes as they poured into yours. You nodded in return, pulling her face down to yours to intertwine your lips yet again. Her hand made it's way to the hem of your underwear that rested against your hips, giving it a tug as she straddled herself to hover over your body.

When her lips made contact with your neck, your breathing hitched. Sure, you'd been kissed on the neck before, especially by her, but the eagerness of her lips sucking your skin was making you squirm, eyes shutting as your fingers ran through her hair. Slowly, her kisses trailed farther down, her own hands finding their way to the buttons of your blouse. Her eyes met yours as she softly questioned; "Can I take this off?"

You nodded quickly, helping her to pull it off your arms once it was fully undone. You had worn a white-lace bra underneath, being observed carefully by your girlfriend above you. Her bottom lip was tugged between her teeth as she cooed affirmations of 'you're so beautiful' and 'my beautiful girl.' Proceeding, her lips planted themselves onto the bare sections of your chest, hands grazing over your covered breasts as she pecked at your stomach, watching you squirm as she reached below your belly button. "Are you sure you want to keep going?" Emily inquired, sitting up as her fingers looped through your pant loops, waiting for you to say something before she made a decision.

"I'm sure, I want this." You reassured, lifting yourself slightly as she proceeded, pulling your pants and underwear down your thighs, tossing them to the ground as her mouth pressed kisses against your legs, trailing up to your inner thighs. The pressure of her fingers gripping your bare skin only increased the need to feel her- hold her. You wanted to be completely hers, and she knew it from the lustful look in your eyes.

Her body moved back to hover above your face, quickly enveloping her lips with yours. This kiss was passionate and sloppy as your need for one another intensified. The way you two were kissing each other was almost desperate, filled with such hunger and desire. Her hands remained running up and down your body before they reached your chest; "Sit up for me." She instructed, to which you obliged. She unhooked your bra with one hand, watching your face for any shift or uncomfortableness. When it was deemed safe to proceed, she pulled the straps off your chest, followed by undressing herself. Slowly, she pecked kisses from your chest to your mouth, maneuvering herself to rest between your legs.

Your legs hooked around her waist as your fingers ran through her hair, tongue briefly meeting hers as your bodies pressed against each other. "Can I touch you?" She questioned, hand reaching down to squeeze your thigh; "Please-"

She was quick to oblige, sliding her hand between your thighs, index finger quick to find your clit, starting to rub it in a circular motion. A moan slips from your lips as you pull your legs farther apart. Her mouth moves to your breasts, extending her tongue to swirl circles around both of your nipples, stopping to suck for a few seconds. She made sure to give equal attention to both before planting wet kisses down your abdomen, reaching your legs where she continued her trail. When she reached your inner thighs, your stomach swarmed with butterflies, unable to contain a smile.

"How do you feel about me using my mouth instead?" Her eyes bore into yours as she removed her hand, curling her arms underneath your legs as she laid her body down. "I'd like that." You affirmed, giving her a nod. "Good girl." She cooed, her tongue licking a stripe up your cunt, taking measure to begin circling it for a few seconds before she'd pull your clit into her mouth, sucking as she continued to use her tongue for your pleasure.

You were an aroused mess, arching your back as she ate you out. Whimpers and obscenities slipped from your swollen lips, reaching for her as your eyes rolled back. Her left hand quickly grasped your extended hand, holding it by your hip as she continued her work. Your body was aching for her, needing her in a way you'd never experienced before. The way she was moving her tongue, and tending to your pleasure was something you'd never experienced at the hands of a man. This was much different- a good different.

"Please finger me-" You plead as your breathing became heavier, shutting your eyes tightly. One of her fingers slid through your folds, gliding deeper inside you as she began to curl it, feeling around for your sweet spot before pumping against it, smiling against you as you squirmed. "Fuck!" Slipped from your lips as she picked up her pace, acquiring a rhythm that had you in a moaning mess; "That feels so good- don't stop."

Yours grasp on her hand tightened as she brought you to your climax, not letting you go once you came down from chasing that high. She still worked at you, holding your body as it shook. "Emily-" You uttered, only needing to say her name for her to withdraw from your cunt, making her way back up to your lips, where she lovingly intertwined hers. When you reached for her leg, placing your hand on her thigh, she kissed you harder before pulling back.

"I don't want to be touched this time, I just wanted to focus on you baby... show you what it's like to feel good." She cooed whilst putting a strand of your hair behind your ear, kissing you once more before laying on her back, opening her arms for you to lay in. You didn't waste a second to comply, your head resting against her shoulder as she tossed a blanket over the two of you, planting a kiss against your forehead. "Next time, teach me how to please you. I want you to feel good too." You softly spoke, looking up into her brown eyes.

She smiled down at you, lifting your chin with her finger before kissing you, lingering on your lips for a moment. "Next time." She nodded, using her hand to lay your head on her chest.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[wintersxani]

Pls pls PLS Emily x fem reader where Em is a PROFESSOR!! And reader is her colleague and there’s some slow burn tension between them. Smutty deliciousness always:) thank you

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 | Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Warning(s): Slow burn, smut, oral sex, fingering

Word Count: 2707

Characters: Emily Prentiss

Summary: Having had tension filled moments with your colleague, Professor Prentiss, the two of you give in to your lustful desires.

A/N: Thank you so much for this request; I can never get enough of Emily smut. Hope you enjoy lovelies <3

When you first started your job, Professor Prentiss was the first to introduce herself. Her smile was radiant, energy warm. That smile made you feel all warm inside, spreading a smile across your own face. "Emily Prentiss, Psychology Professor. You must be y/n?" The way her lips moves was... entrancing. You nodded in return, eyes moving back to hers as the corner of her mouth tugged into a smirk. Her handshake was firm as you introduced yourself and your position. She wasn't obligated to show you around campus or to your own classroom, but she did, claiming it was the least she could do.

You turned to her with an appreciative grin, not missing the way her eyes darted from your lips to your eyes in a split second. "Thank you again, Prentiss. God knows I'd be lost in this place without your guide." A laugh slipped from your lips as she beamed in return, her tongue gliding across her bottom lip before she bit down on her wettened lip, moving her hand in a dismissing gesture. "Please, call me Emily. Like I said, it's the least I can do, really. You'll love it here."

And you did. As months passed, you found yourself looking forward to seeing her down the hall, sending a subtle nod or wave her way after classes were over, sitting together at lunch. You'd talk about anything and everything, really getting to know each other with the spare time you'd have.

Your brain was in a state of indecisiveness, unable to decipher what exactly you felt for her as you recalled the day you wore a plunging v-line, catching each subtle glance towards your chest she'd make. You could've sworn she could see your heart pounding in your chest. Then there was last week, when the two of you walked through the front doors, and she placed her hand on the mid of your back, hand brushing against yours once you were side by side; Without fail, chills ran through your body whenever she made contact with you. Or the lingering stares between both of you in the quietist of moments. The way her eyes seemed to drag along your body when she didn't think you saw- but oh, you definitely saw.

The moment you couldn't forget was when the two of you went out to a bar a month ago, and you had to drive her very intoxicated self home. She was, to gently say, all over you. When you were about to leave her apartment, her hand wrapped around your wrist, giving it a light tug. You turned to face her, and her lips were on yours. You were shocked, but you kissed her back. She tasted of whisky and cherries, a taste you never wanted to forget. When she pulled back from you, all she whispered was 'stay' before plopping down on her bed. She had passed out almost immediately after, and had no recollection of the night the following day. She just thanked you for bringing her home after you informed her, and you simply said; "It's the least I could do."

As you stood at the back of her class during your free period, you watched her pace back in forth, examining how she managed to keep each of her students captivated. She had passion for her job, and knew she was good at it. She walked and conversated with such confidence that was almost... intimidating. As she dismissed her students, her eyes landed on you in the back, a small smile gracing her features. "Y/N."

"Emily." You greeted, walking down the rows to stand in front of her desk, where she had been sat. Once again, you wore a plunged V-neck, testing the waters today. As you leaned over the desk, you watched as her eyes fought to stay on yours. "I've always heard of how highly our colleagues talk about you and your teaching... after seeing you in action, you've gotta teach me your methods. I can't keep over five of my student's attention for half the class."

She laughed at this, eyebrows raising for a second. "Hate to say it but... it's just natural." She leans back in her chair, head tilting as she looked up to you with a smug look on her face. "Seems like you're a natural at everything."

"You have no idea." A smirk formed on her lips as the atmosphere shifted around you. Something about the random boldness she'd display made you grin. Your type had always been dominant or confident women, and she seemed to fit that type perfectly. If your intuition was right, she was definitely putting out signs for you... but this was your colleague. Your co-worker that you saw every day. Your lips parted, but nothing came out. You didn't even know what she felt for you, if she felt anything; but there was no denying you had formed feelings for her. You still craved that whisky and cherry flavor she left on your lips for those few seconds. "Would you want to have drinks at my place tonight?" Her words pulled you from your thoughts, and your eyes away from her lips. Your eyebrows furrowed for a second before you nodded vaguely. "Yea- Yeah. I'd love that. I could use one after this week."

"I hear you, y/n. Seven fine?" She inquired, playing with your name in her mouth. "Seven's perfect."

-

You stood outside her apartment door, holding a bottle of pricy red wine in your hand as you adjusted your skin-tight black dress. Just as you began to overthink your decisions, she opened her door, already wearing a toothy grin. "I just thought I'd bring my best bottle of wine." You clarified after seeing her eyes dart to the bottle in hand. "Perfect for our collection tonight." She affirmed, stepping to the side to let you in. The red dress she wore complimented her dark hair and fair complexion tremendously. Red was your favorite color on her; she always wore it so well. As you set the bottle down on her kitchen counter, she met at your side, leaning against the marble. "You look great, y/n."

She hated that the way this black dress clung to your skin so tightly- it was hard for her to focus on anything but how fucking aroused she was. Your hair was pinned up, but there were strands that laid against your cheeks. It took every ounce of her willpower to not reach out and tuck them behind your ears. "You too, Em." You beamed, biting down on your lip as she placed her hand yet again on the mid of your back, guiding you over to the couch. Displayed on the coffee table laid hard liquor, a charcuterie board, fruit bowl, and three lit candles. Quite romantic for just friendly drinking, you noted. As you both sat down, you tucked your leg underneath you, placing your elbow over the top of the cushion. She poured both of you drinks, handing a concoction to you. As you took a sip, your eyes widened. It was strong, but it was good. "Is there anything you're not good at? This is amazing." You admitted as you drank more, watching her shrug. "I'm just a hands on, quick learner."

"What else do I not know about you? I feel like you're full of mysteries."

"Vous n’en avez aucune idée" (You have no idea). She spoke, words so intricate and fluent. Hearing her speak French was... riveting. "What did you just say?" You smiled, watching her mischievously grin in return. "Are you boasting about how much of a natural you are to my face and I'm just clueless or..."

"Je veux vous montrer à quel point je suis naturel." You stare blankly at her, wishing now more than ever that you were able to speak French. You observe her tongue glide across her bottom lip before she bites down on it as she leans closer to you. "I said, I want to show you how much of a natural I am."

Her eyes meet yours as you swallow hard, heart already beating fast. "Are you saying..."

"You know what I'm saying." Her voice is flirtatious but firm as she lifts your chin with a hooked finger, using her spare hand to take your glass and place it on the table. Realization settled within you as chills spiked throughout your body, goosebumps raising on your arms. She laughed softly at your awe-struck expression as she gulped down her drink, placing it on the table before scooching closer to you. "For months... all I could think about was you. Something about you just... makes me crazy. You have no idea how bad I've wanted you." She whispers, tracing her finger down your bare arm. You wanted to laugh at her words; she had no idea how bad you've wanted her.

Still being speechless, you only knew one way to show her what you felt. Your hands met her cheeks as you pulled her lips to yours, enveloping them together. They moved harmoniously; her tongue quick to slip past your lips. One of her hands was gripping your leg as the other held your neck, the kissing becoming more heated and passionate by the second. Her grip on your leg beckoned you to straddle her, so you did, throwing your arms around her neck.

Though it wasn't your first kiss, this one was undoubtedly better than you could've imagined as she put her fingers in your hair, pulling your head back a bit before her lips traveled down to your neck. "Can I touch you?" She inquired between kisses to your neck. You nodded vigorously as her hand moved from your thigh to beneath your dress, rubbing against your clothed cunt tenderly. You jolted slightly, letting out a small laugh as she pulled the skin of your neck between her teeth, littering your neck in hicky's.

Her finger moved back and forth before she pulled your panties to the side, making skin-to-skin contact that made you moan. Pulling away for a split second, she instructed you to open your mouth. As you complied, she put her thumb in your mouth, ordering you to suck on her finger. Her hand was back underneath your dress in a second, thumb rubbing that aching spot in a way that had you arching your back. "God, right there." You moaned as she planted kisses across your chest. "Does that make you feel good?"

"Yes- god yes." You mewled, gripping the couch as she applied more pressure. When she pulled her hand away, you let out a frustrated breath, looking down at her. "I just want to taste you already pretty girl." She shushed you, placing one kiss on your lips before moving your body from its straddled position, flipping you around as she got on her knees next to the couch. Her fingers gripped your thighs, bringing you closer to the edge before removing your undergarment.

As she trailed kisses up and down your thighs, you fidgeted, wanting a release to the immense arousal you were dealing with. "Please Em-" You started, not even able to finish before her tongue was gliding through your folds, sucking tenderly on your clit. One of your hands was gripping the cushions as the other was intertwined with one of hers beside your hip; you had a full view of her going down on you, eyes locked on her lust-filled ones. This certainly wasn't her first time given how skilled she was; she knew exactly what to do and how to do it.

Her tongue circled your aching spot before her lips were around it, sucking gently for a few seconds before cooing, "You taste so fucking good y/n." The way her tongue licked up and down your cunt made you whisper obscenities and pleas, gripping the cushions tighter. Pressure had already been building within your core as you threw your head back, holding her hair away from her face. Your mouth laid agape as she slid a finger inside of you, curling it to that sweet spot as she pumped against it. You were a moaning mess as she ate you out like a starved woman. "Right there-" You managed to spit out, and she obliged you, keeping up with the same pattern. As the pressure released, your back was arching whilst your legs shook. She continued to leave final kisses and licks to your cunt, beaming at the work she had just done before her. As your eyes returned to hers, you watched her suck on her finger, smiling as she withdrew it. "You're such a good girl." She cooed, intertwining her lips with yours once she was at your level.

At this point, you needed to please her. You ached to do so. As you pulled back for a breath, you tugged your dress over your head, taking your heels off. She followed your cue, doing the same. Your hand met hers, pulling her down to sit beside you. The next moments were filled with heavy breaths as you laid her on her back, admiring her breasts before taking one in your mouth, fondling the other with your newly manicured hand. As your tongue teased and flicked her nipple, small gasps left her lips. You moved your mouth to the other breast, treating it the same as the last. "Can I go down on you?" You requested, making sure you had her consent before you proceeded. She nodded in return, watching as you trailed kisses down her abdomen. Your fingers hooked around her black lace underwear, pulling them off and tossing them to the side. You scooched to the edge of the opposite side of the sofa, feet dangling off the end as you perched on your elbows and knees, your ass up in the air.

"Don't mind me, just enjoying the view." She smirked as she pulled your hair up, tilting her head as you smiled. Your mouth was on her cunt in seconds, making sure to savor every inch of her as your tongue explored, licking stripes up and down, circling her clit, etc. You noticed how she'd moan when you switched between flicking your tongue across her clit, followed by sucking tenderly. Her taste simply aroused you, but watching as her hips rolled and her breath hitched was something that could have made you come undone. "You're so good at that- such a good girl." She moaned, tightening her grip around your hair as her eyes shut tightly. You continued what you learned she liked best, plunging your tongue inside of her a couple times as you used three of your fingers to rub against her aching spot. "Fuck y/n!"

She could feel you smiling against her once your tongue replaced your fingers; when you swished her clit within your mouth, she couldn't help but arch her back, whimpering your name, and pet names, continuously. "Faster- right there. That's my good girl." She breathed, and you indulged, moving your tongue at a faster pace to bring her to her climax. Your hand pressed down on her core as the pressure built; her back arched higher as she gripped the side of the couch, curses being thrown out of her mouth as her legs inched closer together.

Her cunt was sopping, but you obliged yourself to lick your work up, savoring the taste of her on your tongue. Her breathing was heavy as her chest rapidly raised and fell; eyes drooped once they met yours. "You did so good y/n. You drive me fucking crazy." She chuckled, pulling you up over her body before crashing her lips on yours. Given you were both out of breath, she poured the two of you another drink, throwing a blanket over both of your bare bodies; you slumped against her as she strung her arm around your shoulders, kissing your forehead once.

"So, is it safe to say this isn't a one-time thing?" You inquired, looking up at her as she took a drink. She grinned down at you, still trying to catch her breath before she tilted your face up towards hers, kissing you softly. As she pulled back, she wore a gentle smile. "Definitely not a one-time thing."

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[wintersxani]

Can I request a soulmate! au one, where Emily is the reader's soulmate and the reader is a single parent to a small girl (maybe abt 4)

And the rest of the team is the reader's platonic soulmates but she didn't know cause she thought she doesn't have soulmate she just think that they are protective by nature

The reader's completely oblivious abt the whole thing

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | Emily Prentiss x fem soulmate!reader

Warning(s): nothing :)

Word count: 729

Characters: Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, David Rossi, Jennifer Jareau, Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Jack Hotchner, Henry LaMontagne

Summary: After thinking you're the exception to finding a soulmate, you meet yours, Emily Prentiss, after a mix-up. Shortly after, you find your platonic soulmates.

A/N: I actually didn't know about soulmate au's until this request, so I had to do a little bit of research to learn about it! Hope this short but sweet fic satisfies your request and as always, thank you sm for sending one! <3

For years the world had been so dull. You knew everyone was destined for a soulmate, but it felt as if you were the exception. You couldn't help but be jealous of those couples who were destined to be together, living so blissfully joyful. There had been someone you had thought had been the one for you, but he faded off, leaving you to raise your now four-year-old daughter alone.

Though the world was dull, and days tended to be lonely, your daughter Adalyne was the light of your life. Raising her was hard on your own, but by now you were used to it. You were unsure anyone would ever come into your life now that you were a single mother, but you didn't let that deter you from trying to get out there and find your person.

Since you were a little girl, you'd dream of a dark-haired woman. She glowed so brightly and had this essence about her that felt... right. Like the missing piece to the puzzle. When you'd wake, you could never remember her face, just her hair, and her vivid aura. You never understood this reoccurring dream until Emily Prentiss stood in front of you at a coffee shop, holding your coffee cup.

It had been a mistake, seeing as she hadn't checked if her cup was the one on the left or the right. After apologizing for the mishap, you watched as she talked to your daughter in a way that made you smile so large. She had a motherly energy herself, but something in your gut verified that she wasn't. As she introduced herself, the two of you shook hands, and that's when you knew.

It had been like the world exploded with light, colors intensifying on every surface around; the realization that the woman in front of you was your soulmate was overwhelming, leaving you short of breath as your hands remained clasped together. Both your guys' eyes were wide as your lips laid agape, and the woman from your dream now had a face- that woman was in front of you. "It's you-" You breathed, trying to catch your breath as every emotion intensified. "You're my soulmate." A smile spread across both of your faces as the love sparking between you only grew, as had the light in the world. Adalyne had loved her in an instant, knowing herself that the two of you were tethered together by fate.

The two of you were married not to long after, having a beautiful ceremony. Then was when she introduced you to her team, and they had immediately taken to you. Penelope had smothered you with hugs and love, being the first to welcome you to their found family. David had been next, offering to pay for yours and Emily's honeymoon. He would become a father figure to both of you, providing a grand-father figure to Adalyne. Jennifer and Spencer came like a package, as had Derek and Aaron following. Jack, Henry, and Adalyne would have playdates all the time, usually at Rossi's home where all of you could sit back and relax after they'd come back from a case.

Quality time had been something all of you really favored, more specifically together. In your previous years, you weren't much of a people-person, needing a break after socializing with a couple people. You valued distance over anything. Now, you didn't know how you had gone through life without the 7 of them in it. Every waking moment they were free, you were with them. Whether it be one-on-ones or the whole group, being with all of them made you feel complete. Your safety and comfortability were always at the top of their lists. You thought it was just protective nature, seeing as the work they do every day was no easy task, nor was it safe. Being involved with an FBI agent automatically put you at risk, but that hadn't stopped Emily and her team from keeping you safe.

Emily loved seeing you so happy around her teammates, and it didn't take long for her to realize that they were your platonic soulmates. Having six was extremely rare, let alone one. You had been oblivious to their nature, never questioning how you'd know what they were thinking or feeling more than half the time. You just knew that they were what you were missing, and now, you were complete.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[wintersxani]

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤'𝐬 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Emily Prentiss x Fem!reader

Warning(s): use of y/n, death of y/n, Emily having to witness it, implied SA, just sad overall

Word count: 2041

Characters: Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid

Summary: When you get captured by an unsub and your team finds out where you are, your lover and coworker, Emily Prentiss, seeks you out. Only she’s too late to save you.

She blamed herself for not driving home with you the night the unsub took you from outside your shared apartment. The work she had done could've waited... and maybe you would've still been with her and your guys' team. "Emily, we might've got something." Derek informed from across the alley they had been in, where the unsub had dumped his last victim. 'Clock's ticking' was carved into the girl's abdomen, serving as a reminder of the time you had left alive was thinning. Desolately, she stared at this poor girl, just like she had the past two. Seeing the state she was in... she knew what their unsub had in store for you, and it made her want to scream- lash out; hurt somebody. Hurt Robert Delmont- the man who was hiding you.

Emily's gaze moved from the lifeless body to Derek, who rushed over with his phone extended. "Okay, talk to me baby." He eagerly spoke into the phone, examining his coworker's distraught expression as his own heart raced. "I found Robert's house. I narrowed down your area and used the information you guys provided- and I found it. 24 Newberg Road, you're about six minutes away."

Emily hadn't wasted a second before running towards her SUV; Derek on her tail replied: "Copy that, thanks Garcia."

"Godspeed, guys. Save our girl." Penelope spoke from the other end, ending the call to inform the rest of the team as Derek and Emily climbed in the car, speeding to the home you were being held in.

Faintly through the singular basement window, you could see flashing red and blue lights. Relief washed over you as tears fell down your cheeks. You struggled against the restraints you were held in, arms sore from being held in the same upwards position for these past 8 & 1/2 hours. You could hear the steel door creek open and shut as footsteps descending followed. Your relief left you as you met face to face with Robert, who rushed towards you, throwing a punch to your face. "They think they're going to save you."

Your lip was already busted, and you had cuts and bruises marking your whole body. He moved behind you, putting a blade up to your neck. Your breath hitched as he pulled your head back by your hair, whispering in your ear; "Time to prove them wrong."

-

Emily had already been out of the passenger's side before it came to a full stop, rushing inside the home. Derek followed after her, whisper-yelling for her to wait. She didn't oblige, rather rushed in anyway. In no way was she going to string out the little time you had left. She motioned for Derek to search upstairs, receiving a nod in return. They both should've waited for the rest of their team, but Emily already made it clear she couldn't wait, and Derek understood. This was personal... and time wasn't in their favor, if Robert was following his 10 hours spent with each victim.

Her heart was pounding as she neared every corner, pausing when she observed the steel door cracked open. While she should've retrieved Derek for backup, she went down instead, keeping her gun aimed ahead. The door shut behind her, leaving her in total darkness as it made a beeping noise. Only then did she realize that it had no handle on the inside, but that it needed a keycard, likely installed by the twisted killer who brought women down here, guaranteeing that escaping was out of the question. The air was cold and bitter down here, smelling of metal and mildew; agony so potent in the air. She breathed heavily, continuing her descent as she prepared for what laid ahead.

But nothing could've prepared her to meet face to face with you, strung up and beaten. So vulnerable and broken. A tang of pain struck her heart as she watched your face pinch, tears mixing with the crimson on your cheeks. The knife against your neck made her blood run cold as she aimed at the unsub. "Back away and drop the knife." Her voice came out firm as she remained at a safe distance, not wanting to push the Delmont man. "Ah, Emily Prentiss."

"I said back away and drop the-"

"I do that and you put me in prison, or I kill her and you kill me. Doesn't seem like a win-win situation, now does it?"

"Let her go." She ordered, unable to tell the man that she didn't want to shoot him. If anything, she wanted to torture him for the trauma he had inflicted on you. Make him feel every bit of pain you have felt- every bit of pain she had felt in the absence of you.

"I know how deeply you care for her... she's so... extravagant. I'd want her too. Well, I had her... that's for sure." He chuckled as you shut your eyes tightly. Her lip curled as her eyebrows furrowed, reminding herself of the oath she took for this job. An oath that she wished didn't exist in this very moment. "You son of a bitch."

"You want me to slit her throat right now? I will."

"You know what I want you to do. If you comply, we can negotiate-"

"We both know that's bullshit. Don't we?" He stated, turning to put his lips up to your ear at the last part. You tried to pull away, but he yanked your head back. Emily was panicking because she didn't have a clear shot of him. He was perfectly blocked by your shaking body, and you would be hit in order to get him, no matter the angle.

"You walk out those doors and leave, I'll spare her. Leave her for you to find in a couple days."

"I'm not negotiating this with you."

"I thought you wanted to negotiate? Don't you want her alive?" He started, tilting his head as he watched Emily's expression harden. "I can leave her lifeless if you'd prefer... yeah. Yeah that sounds better." Pounding came from the steel door upstairs as all three below heard Derek's shouts. "Clock's ticking." He grinned as Emily's body shivered, mouth opening to speak. "No. Times up." He finalized; In a swift motion, he sliced your neck open as you cried out. Her body stilled, though her reflexes didn't waste a second to shoot his withdrawn arm. He scampered to the side, clutching his arm as he rushed towards her. She was quicker, firing one final shot that knocked him down for good.

Her gaze moved back at you, watching the blood pour to the ground below your bowed head. "Y/n-" spit from her mouth as she rushed towards you, untying the ropes around your wrists, letting you fall into her arms. You were coughing on your own blood as she tried to turn you on your side, clearing your airway as she applied pressure to your open wound. "Stay with me my love, stay with me." She instructed, pushing the hair out of your face as you looked up at her.

Never had she felt fear like this before as her arms desperately pulled your shaking body closer to hers, trying to keep you curled into her like you would several nights spent together. She'd whisper how much she loved you as she held you dearly as she'd kiss your head, reminding you that in those moments, it was just you two. Not the job, not the world. You were each other's safe havens; the only light outside the dark they faced every day.

"I'm right here. I've got you, love. Stay with me." She spoke quickly, keeping pressure as crimson spilled over her fingers. You were struggling to breath, but you needed to speak; you knew you weren't leaving this basement, just like you knew she was denying that truth. It pained you to be aware of your fate when you had finally found the other half to your soul that spent every waking moment reminding you of what real love was. Slowly, your arm rested on her hand upon your neck, grasping it. Her broken eyes peered down at you as both of you could hear your other team members desperately trying to get through that godforsaken door, calling out your guys' names.

"They're going to get us out of here... and we're gonna get you to a hospital- you're gonna be okay. I- I'm right here." She insisted, clenching her jaw as she fought back the tears lining her waterline. If you saw her break, she was sure you would too. She needed to be strong, but all you needed in this moment was her. "Em-" You tried, unable to continue as blood poured from the corner of your mouth. "Don't try to talk honey-"

"Emily." You managed to get out, choking on your blood as her head slightly shook. "Lis-listen to me." Your hand squeezed hers as she tried to talk again. "You k-know what's going t-to happen."

"No."

"Emily-"

"No-"

"I'm not going to m-make it."

"No! No I don't accept that." She exclaimed, her head shaking vigorously as a sob slipped from her throat. "Em, please-" You tried, but she cut you off as tears now began to fall down her cheeks. "I can't- I can't accept that. I need you. I'm always going to need you." Her voice was utterly broken; already in denial, she couldn't stop shaking her head at you, pushing away the thoughts of what life would be like when she stepped outside of this house, knowing you weren't ever coming home with her.

"I love you s-" You had started, beginning to fade out of consciousness. Her eyes widened as she used her arm from under you to touch your face, pulling your body up to hers. "So much." You managed to finish, though your eyes were slowly shutting. Exhaustion wasn't even a comparable word to what you were feeling. When the pain started to fade, and you began to feel numb, you knew your time was up. "Hey- Stay with me y/n." She slightly shook you; your eyes weren't fully closed, but your eyelids were drooped. "Please stay with me." Her words were quiet, small. So much pain was laced in those four words as she felt the exact moment your life left your body.

Her body stilled as she pulled back to look at your face; eyelids were still drooped, but you were gone. Her jaw slowly slacked as she shook her head, removing her hand from your throat before placing it on your cheek, gently tilting your head at an angle where you would be able to see her. "No- no please!" Sobs were spilling from her lips as her chest heaved, thumb stroking your face delicately. "I need you-"

A loud, ground shaking bang came from the upstairs as she pulled your lifeless body up against her chest, cradling the back of your head over her shoulder as the other hand tightly held your bare waist. "Emily!" Derek's voice erupted from the stairway as several footsteps boomed from afar.

"I love you- I love you so much." She wept, eyes shut tightly as the rest of her team members made it downstairs, halting at the sight. The unsub's body had been the first thing observed, but the sight of Emily cradling your lifeless body- seeing Emily shattered in a way that they'd never seen before caused them to still.

JJ's hand covered her mouth as Hotch lowered his gun, tears beginning to brim in his own eyes despite his usual cold exterior. Rossi shut his eyes tightly as Spencer beside him, unable to watch, turned away, walking into JJ's embrace. Then there was Derek, who stood with his mouth agape, heart plummeting. One of his best friends was forever broken, and the other dead.

Eventually, JJ had to pull Emily from your body, which took a tremendous amount of effort to do. Your lover had refused to let you go as she cried I'm sorry's and pleas for you to come back to her. Knowing you died before she said I love you back destroyed her. She just wanted to hold you; to kiss you one more time. Yet all she could do was kiss your forehead as they removed you from her arms, watching your hand leave hers.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[wintersxani]

𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 | Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warning(s): post battle of starcourt, trauma, mentions of death, use of y/n

Word Count: 1050

Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eleven, mentions of Billy Hargrove, Dustin Henderson, Jim Hopper, Joyce Byers, Max Mayfield

Summary: You and Steve comfort each other after the Battle of Starcourt.

Everything was quiet. Sirens were wailing as government men ran by from all directions, but you couldn't hear any of it as you sat on the opened back of an ambulance. Your whole body was shaking, and your busted lip was numb, thanks to the Russians you had been interrogated by just a few hours prior. A medic had tended to it, but the pain had remained. Slowly, you turned your head to look for Steve and Robin, who had shared the fear you felt in that bunker.

Steve's face was still bruised and swollen from the beating he received whilst Robin's eyes were glued to the gravel below her feet, unable to process all the information she had just had to take in, nor the sights she had to witness. Though you knew of everything associated with Eleven and the Upside Down since you started dating Steve and got roped in last year due to being in the right place, but wrong time with him and Dustin Henderson, nothing could've prepared you for the fear you'd have felt tonight.

Starcourt had been a new opportunity and experience for both you and your boyfriend, and Scoops had been a place that you'd find comfort at. Now, just it's association to the mall would remind you of what was beneath, and how Billy Hargrove and Jim Hopper both lost their lives within. The unearthly sounds of the now deceased mind flayer would ring through your ears as you shut your eyes tightly, fighting off the urge to crawl into a ball.

As a hand rested on your shoulder, you jolted, facing the boy you loved dearly. Seeing his face up close made you wince, as had his fearful expression. He, just like you, was at a loss for words. While your head had been silent, his was roaring. From your wails and pleas as you watched those Russians throw punch after punch to the fireworks and screams of the late Hargrove boy, silence was a stranger to him. "They... they said we can go home now." He muttered, his voice hoarse. A couple hours ago, the thought of being back home and in bed was all you had wished for, but you doubted you'd be able to sleep now.

You whispered a small 'ok' in reply, allowing him to help you come to a stance. Your eyes remained ahead, unable to look to your surroundings or block out the sound of Eleven crying for who had become her father figure. You couldn't imagine what she or Max was feeling right now; loneliness was something you prayed you'd never have to face. "Steve-" You managed to say as the two of you approached his car. Someone had luckily retrieved his car keys as they found Joyce and Murray, returning them to their rightful owner. He turned to face you quickly, eyes searching your face out of instinct. "I don't want to go home." Your lip trembled as you stated this, tears beginning to sting your eyes. He nodded to you, understanding what you really were saying instantly.

-

The two of you sat on his bed within his empty house. The silence was overbearing, but it didn't feel right to try and fill it. As you looked to your hands, you remembered looking over the hand rails of the second floor, watching as Billy had his flesh ripped, blood spewing from his lips and open wounds littering the tiled floor. How the mindflayer made of people you grew up with and knew distantly screeched and roared as the booming fireworks you and others threw sizzled its flesh. Then there was the cries and silence once Joyce had closed the gate. July 4th was something you had been excited about almost every year, making it an annual tradition to go to the fair with friends and family. You didn't think you could bear hearing fireworks on the next.

Steve's hand rested on your shaking ones as he brought them into his grasp, scooching closer to your shaking figure. Naturally, you rested your head on his shoulder, allowing him to hold you. There had been a second in that bunker where you thought it would be the last night of your life. That second made you realize how much you held back, and the regret you had felt was palpable. "I love you." You declared as a tear slid down your cheek, and over your nose. You hadn't said it before, but he had. "I... I wish I had said it sooner."

His grasp tightened around your hands at this as his own eyes started to water, burning his beaten eye. "I might've never gotten the chance, and I- I need you to know it, now."

"I know. I've known." He whispered, kissing the top of your head. You pulled back to face him as your lip trembled; "How do we go on after this?"

"I want to say like- like we always do... but I don't know." He admits, eyes falling to your intertwined hands. "I've never been scared like this before." You revealed as his eyes moved back to meet yours. "I know that this is... over with, and the gate is closed again... but I can't get the images out of my head. Can't forget the fear I felt in that bunker. Watching helplessly as you... as they hurt you... just like watching Hargrove- it doesn't feel like we're safe-"

"I know, I know y/n. It doesn't feel like a win... but we did. We won."

"I just hate that I can't shake the feeling that it's not over. That something is going to happen in the middle of the night. I hate being afraid Steve, feeling helpless."

His arms wrap around your body, holding you close to him as he rests his chin over your head. "I know love. I'm sorry." He coos, unable to shake the same feeling he shared with you. Knowing he can't protect you from everything, like the dread you also felt, killed him. Though he didn't say it, you knew it. "I'm right here with you. I'm always going to be right here." One of his hands rubbed your back as the other cradled the back of your head. In return, you held him tightly, nodding. "We'll get through this, together."

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[wintersxani]

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚. | Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warning(s): angst, language

Word count: 1204

Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers

Summary: When you and your current boyfriend get serious, your friend Steve, who just so happens to be the one who didn't reciprocate your feelings in the past reveals his new feelings for you, leading to an angsty dispute.

"He wants me to move in with him." You beamed to your friends as you all stood around the bar. "That's great! What did you say?" Nancy inquired as she sipped on her white wine, leaning against Jonathan behind her. Steve had perked up at this, zoning his attention to you after being quiet earlier in the night.

You smiled wide as you slowly began to nod, finding joy upon seeing the anticipation on your friends' faces. "I said yes!" You finally answered, resulting in squeals of excitement. "How soon?!" Robin questioned, seeing the happiness within your eyes. "Probably the end of this week... we've been talking about it for a while, for when we were certain, but he asked me last night. It was an easy yes."

"God I'm so happy for you y/n! I called it that you guys would go far. We could tell from the first time you guys talked when you were working at Family Video back in 86'." Nancy exclaimed, tilting her head as she smiled brightly. "God it was so annoying when he'd start coming in almost every day just as an excuse to see you. Can't believe it took you guys nearly a year before you became exclusive." Robin added as she laughed gently, only noticing Steve's glum expression once she had finished talking out of the corner of her eye.

"We didn't want to rush anything! Everything was running so smoothly, and we both liked the way it was, just like now with being exclusive- plus it worked out perfectly these past couple of years. He treats me so good, I'm so thankful for him." You explained, catching on to Robin's side glance to Steve. That's when you saw the underlying pain within those familiar brown eyes. Eyes that you'd do anything for a couple years back. While you kept a smile on your face, your heart panged from seeing this look across his face. His eyes met yours as he attempted a fake thin-lipped smile. Everyone's eyes were on him following this; "That's uh... that's great news y/n." He cleared his throat as his fists balled.

"Well, cheers to y/n and her future with the man she deserves!" Nancy raised her glass, throwing subtle shade Steve's way. This hadn't gone unnoticed by the others, but you raised your glass, wanting to save him from the humiliation.

-

When two knocks came from your apartment door around midnight, you stilled on your living room couch. Slowly and quietly, you approached the oak door, looking through the peephole to discover Steve on the other side.

"Are you okay?" You inquired as you opened your door, examining his pained facial expression. He let himself in without a word, biting down hard on his chapped bottom lip. "Steve?" You're worried at this point; he's never acted like this before. He runs his fingers through his hair as his lips part, but no words come out.

"Steve I swear to god, if you don't say anything-"

"Do you have feelings for me?" He blurts out, pointedly looking at you with semi-frustration. Your body stills as you stare into his brown eyes, furrowing your brows. "What?"

"Any remanent feelings, or present feelings. Do you still have them y/n?" He questions rather harshly as his face pinches, and he clutches his fists. You stare at him blankly; truth was, you had finally moved on after years of unrequited interest. You felt so much better now that you felt almost nothing for him... but you didn't know how to tell him, nor did you know why he was asking such a question.

"No." You reply shortly, quietly. Your eye contact never breaks, even as you see something change in his gaze. He genuinely seems hurt upon hearing that singular word. "No?" His voice comes out small, and his breath hitches. "Why are you here, Steve?"

"I don't know how to tell you." He almost whispers as his brows inch closer together.

"Tell me what?"

"That I-" He cuts himself off, finally looking away from you. Gears turn in his head as he processes whether coming to your apartment was even a good idea to begin with, or how this would end if he went through with it. Slowly, his eyes return to yours, and you're taken aback from seeing tears harboring his waterline. "That I love you."

Now your breath hitches as your heart aches. You're not sad, you're angry. He waits for an answer, but you can't give him one; certainly not the one he wants. "Please say something." He mutters, cautiously taking a step towards you. As he does, you take one back, shaking your head as you hold out your palm. "Are you serious?" Slips from your mouth. Your heart begins to feel as if a fist was tightening around it all over again.

"More serious than I've been about anything."

"No, I mean are you serious?" You scoff, squinting as your throat begins to burn. "I tell you I'm about to move in with the man of my dreams, who I've stated makes me happier than I ever could've imagined to be... and then you come all the way to my place at midnight to tell me you love me?"

"Well... yeah-"

"No. I don't accept that."

"But that's how I feel-"

"I don't care how you feel Steve. I can't even believe you- the audacity you have right now."

"I thought you'd still feel... something for me."

"Well, you thought wrong. I finally don't feel anything for you, and I'm happy. You wasted your time." You barked, feeling shame for the tears that were forming in your eyes, though it crushed you to see tears fall from his. "This wasn't how it was supposed to go." He whispered, vaguely shaking his head.

"You thought that coming here and telling me that you love me would change my mind? Change something that could've been different years ago if you had felt differently?" Your fists balled as you spit out your words, unable to hold back any longer. "I loved you so fucking much Steve, for so fucking long. And you couldn't even acknowledge my feelings. Remember? 'I just can't see myself with... you' is what you told me. With Nancy around, I was nonexistent. Just 'Nancy's friend.' Do you know how much that hurt? How much having you break my heart time and time again took a toll on me?"

His mouth laid agape as he shook his head; tears fell with each blink, but you couldn't feel sympathy. "No, you don't understand. I wanted a life with you- and fuck, did it hurt to pretend that I was fine just being friends with you. To know that no matter what I did, you wouldn't love me. You could've had me, but you didn't want me." You choked out, walking to the front door and opening it wide. "I'm sorry." He quietly cried, looking to the floor in guilt. Without any more words, he was walking out the door. As you shut it behind him, you slowly turned, placing your back against it. You clutched your chest and cried for the girl within you that still ached for him. He was just too late.

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[wintersxani]

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Emily Prentiss x Fem!reader

Warning(s): Smut, oral sex, fingering, teasing, mutual pining/sexual tension

Requested: no

Word count: 2715

Characters: Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan & Penelope Garcia

Universe: Criminal Minds

Summary: You and your coworker Emily finally give in to the tension between you two after teasing from Derek and Penelope, and promises of breaking records of your ongoing timed flustering game.

After a case you and your team had taken two weeks to solve, the idea of going back to Quantico was heavenly. Though you and your coworkers still had a bit of paperwork to complete before you could all go home, knowing you'd be going home to your own beds soon pulled you through it.

Throughout the time spent on the case, yours and Emily's insistent bickering and remarks had been the source of entertainment. Though one moment still lingered on your mind, you tried to push it away as you typed eagerly away at your computer.

"I could get used to you being under me, Y/L/N." Emily had smirked after the two of you had been knocked to the ground, Prentiss landing on top of you. You had blinked up at her as Hotch had shouted for the team to get back to their feet, keeping his gun aimed as he trudged forward whilst you and Emily came to a stance, following in suit. Your eyes were trained on the back of her as her words repeated over and over.

"You alive over there?" Derek's voice brought you out of your memory as you blinked three times in a row, twisting your head to look his way. Emily's eyes were on you, too, and for some unexplainable reason, your heart had jumped when you made eye contact. You had absolutely no reason why you were suddenly feeling this way. Sure, you had flirted with her in the past, much like you had with Derek, or even Penelope, but something had changed, and you knew it.

"Am I crazy or is she blushing right now?" Prentiss grinned, exchanging looks with Morgan to the left of her. "Crazy is too nice of a word to describe you, Prentiss." You retorted, though you had tried to hide the fact that you had no idea your flustered state had been showing. "What's got you blushing doll face?" Derek inquired, propping his elbow up on his desk as Emily tilted her head from where she stood, an eyebrow quirking in intrigue.

"I'm not blushing." You stated, trying to sound as convincing as possible. "Liar. You look like a tomato." The raven-haired woman laughed, her tongue running across her bottom lip. She watched as your eyes followed the motion, her smile only growing wider from it. "She looks like how she did when you called her baby that one time." Morgan instigated, leaning forward. "Oh yeah, she liked that, didn't you?" Emily smirked, raising her eyebrows at your flushed face.

"I hate both of you." You rolled your eyes, turning away from them to hide a smile as your cheeks reddened. "Awe you guys are flirting without me?" Penelope sighed as she walked in, her bright red hair resting elegantly on her shoulders, contrasting to the bright yellow shirt she wore. She hands you a donut before proceeding to give the other two to the others. "Oh, we only just started baby girl. Prentiss already has Y/L/N flustered- it only took five minutes this time."

"New record! Impressive, Emily." Garcia smiled, halting at the raven haired woman's side as you turned back around to face them. "You know, Hotch will never let us go home if you keep teasing me."

"Oh come on, I like seeing you blush because of me." Emily remarked, doing that lip bite thing she always does. "Are you trying to flirt with me Em?"

"Yes. Is it working?"

You shrug in response as you bite down on your donut, placing it down as you noted the glaze still on Emily's bottom lip after she had taken a bite of hers, sitting down on Derek's desktop, her legs manspread as usual (another thing that you couldn't help but notice). Her eyes met yours as a mischievous grin slithered across your face; two could play at the flustering game. You came to a stance, stopping right between her legs. Her eyebrow quirked as your hand reached up, thumb running across her bottom lip to remove the glaze.

But as you slipped your thumb into your mouth, keeping your eyes on hers the whole time, her mouth opened just the smallest bit, eyes falling to your lips as you pulled your thumb out. "You just had a little thing there." You smiled innocently, patting her knees with your hands before reaching behind her, grabbing a manila folder, grinning once more at her before retreating off to Hotch's office. You could hear her clear her throat as the other two laughed in bafflement.

When you returned only five minutes later, announcing you were able to go home now that you completed your work, you noted the slightest bit of blush on Emily's pale cheeks. "Looks like my mouth does a better job of teasing you than my words do." You smirked, watching as both Derek's and Emily's eyebrows raise quickly, Penelope biting a smile back. "You sure about that?" Prentiss managed to question, though her heart had been beating quickly from the vision she had in her mind.

"Oh, I'm positive."

"Can you both just make out already or something and stop teasing each other all the time!" Garcia squealed, realizing her words came out a lot louder than intended as she noticed heads turn. "Balls in Prentiss's court." You started, tugging your bag over your shoulder as you shut off your computer and filed everything into place neatly. "See you guys Monday." You finished, sending a wink their way as you whipped around, heading to the elevator.

Emily remained speechless from where she sat, noticed quickly by the other two. "Looks like Y/L/N broke her record, too." Morgan remarked with an exchanged smile to the redhead beside him, patting the brunette on the shoulder. "So... you gonna hurry up and finish your work so you can make your move or...?" Penelope questioned, gaining the other woman's attention. She had caught on a long time ago that the raven-haired girl had harbored more than platonic feelings for you, but kept it her little secret. Emily came to a stance, straightening her black button up as she nodded. "I'm going to make it under a five-minute record."

"And how exactly are you going to accomplish that?" Derek inquired, watching as a knowing grin grew on her face. "I'm afraid that's classified, Morgan." She replied, walking away from the two who exchanged raised eyebrows, eager for Monday to come to hear from the two girls.

-

Four knocks from your front door startled you out of your sleepy state as you looked to your clock, noting the time had been nearly one in the morning. You came to a stance, shutting off the TV you had been drifting off to in the past hour since you'd been home before making your way to the unknown visitor.

You were surprised to see Emily through the peephole of your apartment door, but quick to unlock the door, meeting her face to face. "Uh, everything okay Prentiss?" You grumbled, attempting to fixate your tired eyes as they landed on her lips that were tugged between her teeth.

"I can't do it anymore." She uttered, her mouth falling agape.

"Do what?"

"Act like the teasing and flirting is a joke or just for fun." She stated, noting that you were confused and unsure of what she meant. "I'm not flirting with you because I feel like it. I'm flirting with you because I want you, and if that's uncomfortable to hear I apologize. But it's killing me to pretend that the things I say aren't what I'm thinking or feeling."

Your mouth laid agape upon hearing what she had just admitted, your heart beginning to beat as you watched her tongue glide across her bottom lip again. Those perfectly shaped lips, designed by the gods themselves. "And I love when you do that, every time." She whispered, always knowing you were watching that simple action. "Please say something."

You had only recently noticed the change in the way you looked at her or thought about her, usually shaking it off as you deemed it odd, but the more those thoughts occurred, the greater your feelings had grown in the past month. You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel the same way she did. Your eyes met her brown ones that poured into yours with so much emotion; so much wanting. "As often as I say I hate you, I don't; I want you more than I'd like to admit, and that damn tongue thing you do drives me crazy." You replied, swallowing hard as a smirk made its way across her lips. "So... you wouldn't pull a gun on me if I kissed you, right?" She inquired, taking a step towards you.

"Mm... I still haven't decided." You responded before reaching for her hand, tugging her forward, and crashing your lips onto hers. She was quick to kiss back, holding the back of your head as her other hand slithered around your waist, bunching your t-shirt in her palm. Your lips remained moving in harmonious motion as you pulled her into your apartment; she followed your lead, shutting the door behind her.

The kiss became more heated and passionate as your tongues fought for dominance, her hands tugging at the hem of your shirt, nonverbally asking for permission. You nodded before pulling back from the kiss, allowing her to pull the shirt over your head, leaving your chest exposed. Her eyes dropped to your breasts, biting down on her bottom lip at the sight. When her eyes returned to yours, they were filled with lustful yearning.

Those eyes ignited something within you, matching her yearning equally. You pecked her lips before grasping her wrist, uttering: "Bedroom." She nodded quickly, following your lead into the next room after you locked your door. The two of you were quickly on top of the bed, tongues slipping into each other's mouths before hers trailed down your neck, and to your bare chest. There, she cupped your right breast as her tongue circled around the nipple of the other, sending your head lolling back. She paid such close attention to how you reacted, mentally noting what made you feel good; right now, that's all she wanted to do.

She swapped movements to alternate what she had done previously, swirling her tongue on your right nipple this time, and hand massaging your left. Your hands tugged at the buttons of her button up shirt, which you knew she had been wearing at work. As soon as she had left, she had come straight to you, wasting no time.

Pulling away from you, she helped you unbutton each one before tossing the shirt to the side, leaving her in a black lace bra. Your hands were unclipping it in an instant, tossing it aside as you admired how pretty her tits sat. "You're so beautiful, Em." You whispered, sounding as if you were out of breath. Her right hand met your chin, directing you to look into her eyes. "Mm, so are you pretty girl." She smirked, watching as you bit back a smile. "Remember when I said I could get used to being on top of you?"

"How could I forget?"

A mischievous smile made its way on her face as she moved to straddle you, slowly laying you down by holding you by your arms. "I meant it." She added, planting kisses on your stomach as her fingers toyed with the hem of your shorts, tugging them down as she planted more kisses down your legs, making you slightly squirm. "Before I take these off, I want to make sure you want to do this." Emily stated, fingers hooked around your panties at your hips. You nodded eagerly, earning a tilt of her head. "Words, baby."

Butterflies swirled in your stomach at those two words; "Yes. I want you, I want to do this."

"Good girl." With that, she was grasping your underwear by your hips, shimmying them down and off, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor. Her hands grabbed the back of your knees, pushing your legs up for you to hold them. You complied, watching as she lowered herself to your cunt.

With one kiss to each side of your folds, she licked a long stripe up your slick, eyes remaining on yours as she watched your eyes roll back. A smirk made its way on her face as she continued to do this, swirling her tongue around your clit before sucking it between her lips, beginning to pick up the pace as she slid a digit inside of you. "Fuck Prentiss-" You whimpered, keeping a grip on your legs as she slithered an arm around your left leg, taking your left hand in her right one. Her fingers pumped in and out as she curled them, observing what made you react the most to learn what you like. "Just like that." You moaned, squeezing her hand as her eyes answered for her. She was unbelievably good at this, no doubt very experienced from the way her tongue moved as if it knew exactly what to do.

It wasn't long before that pressure built within your core, releasing as you climaxed. "I think my mouth does a better job at teasing than yours, Y/L/N." She quirked, getting to her knees as she hovered over you, intertwining her lips with yours. The taste of you on her lips only made your desire to reciprocate pleasure greater; you were on your knees alongside her before breaking apart to tug at the loops of her black jeans. "I want these off." You ordered, receiving an eager nod from Emily. You sucked on the skin of her neck as you removed her underwear, making sure to leave a visible spot to show she wasn't the only one winning this time.

You teased her by planting kisses up and down her thighs that were spread just for you. "Quit being a tease, Y/N."

"What's s'matter love? Thought you liked it."

"Oh, I do, but not when you're looking this hot and about to eat me out."

"Just say please."

"Please."

"Mm, not convincing enough." You drawled, kissing the inside of her right thigh as your fingers ghosted over her cunt, making her squirm for touch.

"Please baby." She whimpered, watching as you smirked before meeting her clit, working away in satisfaction. She had always been the dom in these situations, but something about the way you made her beg for it sent butterflies throughout her stomach; just like your tongue was doing to her now.

You too were experienced and no stranger to pleasing women, so this was light work. Two of your fingers entered her as you mimicked her own movements prior, curling as they pumped at that spongey spot. "Fuck-" She grunted, chest rising and falling quickly as your tongue affectionately swirled and sucked on her clit, licking up and down her slick attentively. The taste of her was good enough, but watching her actually lose control beneath you was satisfying. Her climax began to build as you picked up the pace, watching as those dark lustful eyes remained trained on yours, and her reddened lips laid agape from the pleasure she was feeling.

Her head lolled to the side as you flicked your tongue on her sensitive nub repeatedly, sending her over the edge. Her moans were like music to your ears as you licked up her folds a couple more times, taking her cum into your mouth. You came to your knees before her laid figure, sticking your digits in your mouth to clean off her juices. "God you drive me crazy." She whimpered as she watched your motions, licking her bottom lip before tugging it between her teeth. "Crazy's too nice of a word." You reminded with a small grin, kissing her lovingly.

She remained at your place that night, and the night after; having spent the whole weekend with you. Returning to work Monday, you two kept up your bickering as a front, though the hickeys on Emily's neck hadn't gone unnoticed by Derek and Penelope, nor the other team members. You just smirked to yourself as she shook her head at you, as if to say, 'I'm getting you back.'

And she would, because your guys' game was far from over.

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𝙄'𝙢 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 (P2) | Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

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Warning(s): Jealousy, smut, praise, language, fluff, hair pulling, choking, p in v, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering

Requested: yes

Word Count: 1695

Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, mentions of Nancy Wheeler

Summary: Whilst still at Tina's party, Steve attempts to swoon you back, but you go with Billy instead.

At this point, you and Billy couldn't keep your mouths off of each other, nor your hands. You couldn't help but run your fingers through his hair as his traveled all around your waist, down to your ass.

Your lips moved perfectly together, fitting together like a puzzle- as if your lips were meant for each other's. His lips tasted like beer and cigarettes, but yours was sweet. And God, did he love it. "You taste so good." He mumbled against your mouth, softly pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.

By now, Steve had followed Nancy to the dance floor, avoiding standing helpless, watching as some himbo practically devoured you. Sure, he was jealous. You had been his, but he made the decision to let you go. Now, seeing his rival grope you with his grubby hands sent anger throughout his body. He couldn't stand watching you let yourself be man-handled in a way he'd never done, and see you enjoy it so much.

"I think we ticked pretty boy off good." Billy mumbled, pulling away from you as his hands rested on your hips. "Good." You replied, smirking at the Hargrove boy in front of you. "Do you um... do you have a condom?" You asked, a mischievous smile slithering onto Billy's face as he raised his eyebrow at you; "Do you even have to ask?" He responded, hoisting you off of the counter. "It's in my car, wait here for me."

You nodded in return, watching as he eagerly paced out of the house. Your heart was beating harder than you swore it had ever done before, an enticing thrill wallowing within you. You were smiling hard as you dipped your solo cup into the punch, the sound of a throat clearing beside you drawing your attention. There, Steve stood to your left, hovering over you like a hawk. You had nearly choked on your drink, not expecting him of all people to be next to you. "Hey y/n... can we talk?"

"About?" You said impatiently, looking over the Harrington boys' shoulder to see if Billy was returning yet. "I just... I made a mistake, okay? And seeing you with... with Hargrove is infuriating. I shouldn't have left you the way I did."

"You're joking, right?" You scoffed, eyebrows furrowing at the brown-haired boy. "Have I ever lied to you y/n?"

"Yes. Multiple times- including telling me you were breaking up with me only because you needed to focus on school. Where is Nancy by the way? Does she know you're telling me this right now?"

"This isn't about Nancy."

"Wow. You never fail to amaze me at how horrible of a boyfriend you are." You laugh, shaking your head at Steve, who looked beside himself at the fact you weren't willing to leap right into his arms. "I wonder what she would think if I called her over and told her what you were telling me right now." You spoke, glancing around the room to find the brunette. When your eyes landed on her on the dance floor, you had opened your mouth to speak, Steve quick to tell you to stop. His hand had wrapped itself around your wrist, looking to you with pleading eyes.

"She deserves better than you. Just like I did." You uttered, snatching your wrist away. You had been relieved to see Billy from behind Steve, placing a firm grip on the Harrington boys' shoulder. "What are you doing talking to my girl, amigo?"

"Your girl?" The fluffy haired boy questioned, looking from you to the teen behind him. Billy maliciously smiles, pushing Steve backwards harshly as he walks towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Yeah, Harrington. My girl." He smirks, pulling your chin towards him, followed by kissing you passionately, his thumb pressing into your skin. "Now if you'll excuse us. You ready?" Billy asks, pulling his hand away from your face to retrieve the condom from his back pocket, holding it out in front of the three of you. Steve's eyes nearly pop out of his head at the sight, your lips tugging into a mischievous smile. You took the unopened condom in your hands, tugging the Hargrove boys' hand to follow after you, leaving Steve behind.

The bathroom had been the only unoccupied room; as much as it was already a mess, the two of you hadn't minded, swiftly filing inside. He locked the door behind you guys, hoisting you on to the counter.

Your lips had been swollen at this point, kissing him roughly as your fingers tangled in his golden locks. His hands gripped your thighs, abruptly ending the kiss as he kneeled to the ground, pulling your hips to the edge of the counter. He kept his eyes on yours as he slowly scrunched your dress upwards, hooking his fingers through the hem of your panties, teasingly tugging them off.

The golden-haired boy planted kisses up and down your thighs, softly biting here and there. You had begun to feel antsy, desperately wanting his attention, or some relief to the urging feeling within you. It had been like he read your mind, giving his full attention to your cunt. He worked diligently away as he licked between your folds, tongue-fucking you after running his tongue in circles around your clit. Though you didn't have much experience outside of Steve when it came to oral sex, you knew for a fact that Billy Hargrove was an expert, and was guaranteed the best giver you'd had.

A finger slid into your entrance as you gripped the edge of the counter, leaning your head against the mirror behind you. "Oh fuck-" You moaned, shutting your eyes tightly as he licked up and down your slick, curling his finger inside of you. Once he had found that spongy spot, he smirked against you, mercilessly hitting it on repeat as you jolted, covering your mouth. "The music is loud enough to hide your moans sweetheart... I wanna hear how good I'm making you feel." Billy marveled, sucking on the flesh of your thigh as he added a second finger inside of you. It was like magic, the way he knew exactly what he was doing, and how to do it.

He flashed his toothy grin, admiring your disheveled state. "You take my fingers so well, don't you?" He praised, licking your clit yet again whilst keeping his eyes locked on yours. You were a moaning mess, cursing left and right, muttering his name over and over. "I'm- fuck- I'm gonna come." You whimpered, partially rolling your hips into him as he picked up his pace, quickly bringing you to your orgasm. Your moans were like music to his ears; As you climbed down from your high, catching your breath, your eyes met his. He grinned, withdrawing his fingers from within you before moving them to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them. That had to of been one of the hottest things you had seen a man do, including the way he enjoyed pleasing you so much.

"Can I fuck you, baby?" He questions, getting to his feet between your already spread legs. You nodded eagerly, looking to the bulge in his tight jeans. The boy before you swiftly unbuckled his belt, tossing it to the ground before pulling his pants and boxers down, firmly gripping your legs. "How about you lean over the counter for me? Wouldn't want to hurt that pretty head of yours."

You nodded in return, climbing off of the counter, twisting around to lean on the counter. "Here." He spoke, tugging his leather jacket off to place under neath your chest before holding you by your hips, ripping the condom packet open, and covering his cock with it. "You ready?"

"Mhm." You obliged, legs spreading just a smidge apart, bracing yourself for when he entered you. Slowly, he slid himself inside of you, grunting at the way you took him. "Fuck-" He groaned, moving his hands back to your hips. Gradually, he picked up his pace, rolling his hips deeper into you. "God, you feel so fucking good." He moaned, one of his hands moving to your hair, pulling it in a way that you were forced to look in the mirror.

His eyes were on yours through the glass, biting hard on his bottom lip when you'd clench around his cock, throwing his head back at the sensation. "O-oh my g-god." You whimpered, mouth hung open as he pounded into you from behind, untangling his fingers from your hair before traveling to your neck, applying the smallest bit of pressure as he squeezed, placing his free hand on your back, holding you down. "Jesus y/n-" he moaned, watching as you took him angelically, looking as beautiful as you did in any other circumstance. "I'm gonna come if you keep making those sounds." He stated as you whimpered, his hands taking your wrists, holding them together behind your back.

A pressure built within you as your climax neared, feeling euphorically stunned. He seemed to have sensed that you were near as you squirmed and clenched around him; "Go on, come for me angel." He cooed, sending you over the edge. You had become unraveled, moaning his name like it had been the most glorious thing in the world. "Good girl." He grunted, releasing his grasp from your wrists, moving back to your hips where his fingers dug into your soft skin, promising to leave bruises the following day.

As you clenched around him, he neared his own orgasm, using your hips to push himself deeper within you. You had become overstimulated, your legs shaking as he let himself loose, groaning at the sensation. Once he withdrew from you, he helped you to stand, twisting you around to face him before enveloping his lips with yours, holding the back of your head. "You were such a good girl." He affirmed between kisses, smiling like an idiot.

"Forget being my distraction- I want you to be mine." You grinned as he held your face in his warm hands, blue eyes drowning you like the ocean. "Then consider me yours." He replied, kissing you tenderly with a smile.

A/N: I finally got around to writing this, so I hope it is a worthy second part. Thank you for reading and loving the first part as much as y'all did. <3

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𝙄'𝙢 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 (p1) | Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Warning(s): Jealousy, PDA, language, alcohol consumption, smoking

Word Count: 1824

Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Tina, Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins

Summary: After a breakup with Steve Harrington, Billy becomes your distraction at Tina’s Halloween Bash, leading you to realize you have feelings for him.

You were hesitant when you were invited to Tina's party at first, but you knew you couldn't sulk all day in your room over your recent breakup with Steve Harrington forever. Maybe getting back out there and living the life you had before would get you up on your shoes, and back in place.

So, after much contemplation, you put on a blue silk dress inspired by Elvira Hancock from Scarface, give yourself a final peptalk, and drive over to Tina's house. The place was already crowded and trashed, partygoers scattered everywhere. The music was loud enough to hear from outside, but you doubted any nearby neighbors would go through the trouble of filing a noise complaint.

You had become overwhelmed from the second you walked through her front doors. It was ten times louder inside than it was outside, and there were so many things going on at once. "Y/N! Oh my god! You look totally hot!" Tina said, approaching you with a red solo cup in hand. You smiled back, taking in what you had believed to be her Madonna costume. "Thanks!" You said with little enthusiasm, wondering if this was the best idea. "Hey, you wanna go get a drink? This shit is rad!" She laughed obnoxiously, seeming to already be drunk. You and Tina hadn't talked since you and Steve's breakup, although you guys had practically been best friends. You didn't know why she was talking to you now, but you honestly missed her company.

She always cared about reputation and popularity, so naturally, she followed whoever was in charge, which so happened to be 'King' Steve. Him and his fucking goons for friends. He had been so quick to leave you for Nancy, which shattered your heart, because you had truly been in love with him, and didn't even have a clue that he hadn't felt the same. All of these thoughts started to make your blood boil, but you weren't going to let them keep you down. "Yeah, I need a drink." You replied, and she happily took your hand and led you to the kitchen, scooping a drink in a new solo cup for you. A group of guys surge outside, hyping the one in the middle up as Kegs are brought out. "Mm! You should come watch the new kid with me! He claims he can easily become the new Keg King.... annnd I already placed my bets that he can-" She implied, wiping the red tinted punch off of her chin. "The one from Cali?" You asked in return, raising your eyebrow.

"Duhhh. Billy Hargrove- that fine curly haired guy with the nice blue Camaro, and ass!" She giggled, placing her hand on her ass to emphasize on it. Billy and you sat together in science, but only engaged in conversation when it was necessary. He actually had wanted to talk to you, but you brushed him off every time, although you did deep down feel something for him. It was probably stupid and rude to do, considering you were ignoring your own feelings, but you had been so distraught over everything that had been going on in your personal life with Steve and home life, so you didn't want to incorporate time for anything else. All that mattered to you at school was staying on top of your grades and avoiding all of your ex-friend group, which hadn't really been your friends to begin with. They just followed Steve, and so did you.

You shrugged, muttering a 'why not' before following after her. By the time you reached her backyard, the count had already begun, as chants surrounded in support of the boy being held up by Tommy and another guy. You wondered if he could actually beat Steve, who had been Keg King for basically the entirety of his high school years. When Billy reached 42, he had proven himself to be the new Keg King, and a chorus of cheers erupted for him. As he spit the remaining beer in his mouth out, he took a drag of his cigarette, locking eyes with you. His expression seemed to change into an inquisitive one, as a smirk reached his face.

You felt something spark inside you, something intoxicating. It had been the same feeling you felt the second he was assigned to sit next to you in science, and it had been the first time you two really looked at each other. Breaking eye contact with him, you looked down at your cup realizing it was empty. You turned to tell Tina that you were going to get more to drink, but you realized she was now over with Carol, so you just silently excused yourself. Once you reached the kitchen, you dipped your cup back into the "punch" bowl, chugging the spiked drink down. When you had put your drink back in for a third round, you could hear commotion near you. Looking up, Billy and his newfound "friends" buffing their chests in front of a couple you hoped you wouldn't see tonight. Hope was pointless though, as you knew Steve loved to party. Nancy, not so much. She was the picture-perfect girl, straight A's and home before 9pm. Of course, Steve wanted her, and you hated yourself for not catching on sooner.

As you mentally scolded yourself, you moved towards the dance area as you saw Steve head towards the kitchen. The last thing you wanted was to interact with him, or Nancy. As you turned to face in front of you, you ran straight into Billy. "Whoa there darlin'-" He chuckled, holding you by your upper arms as you clutched on to your drink. "I'm so sorry- I wasn't looking where I was going."

"It's alright y/n... are you alright?" He asked; "Yeah-" You replied shortly, standing up straighter. "I just really want to dance... Do you want to dance?" You practically shouted over the loud music, already planning on dancing whether he accepted or declined. He smirked, taking his hands off of your arms, taking your hand instead. "Why the fuck not." He said, pulling you into him once you reached the crowd of people dancing. The two of you went from dancing normally to gradually swaying your hips against one another, almost as if you were in sync. His hands placed themselves on your waist, earning a small sucked in breath from you. "You know, you're one bodacious woman." He stated into your ear. "Is that some sort of California slang?" You asked, turning yourself around to put your arms around his neck as his hands rested themselves on your hips. He chuckled in response before shaking his head. "It means I find you incredibly attractive- and I gotta say, you look fuckin' sexy in this dress." He replies, licking his lips with a look of lust sparking in his eyes.

"I never knew you were this smooth-talking in all of our time sitting next to each other." You joked, smiling at him. "Well, you never really gave me a chance, if you had, you would've picked up on how I'm totally into you." He smirked, looking from your lips, and back to your eyes. You couldn't tell if he was joking as your heart started to race. The two of you slowly drew closer together, no space being left between your bodies. "Will you come with me to get a refill?" You said, clearing your throat as you pulled away from his grasp, screaming deep down at yourself for doing so. He nodded with a thin-lipped smile, hand still in yours. You led the way, but he offered to get the drink for you. You sat yourself on the counter as he walked your way, standing himself between your legs, somehow still managing to be taller.

"I really meant what I said out there." He said quietly, his eyes showing honesty and a yearn for you to feel the same. "Totally into me, huh?" You laughed, setting your drink down beside you. "Totally." He replied. Your stomach fluttered as you bit your lip to hide a smile.

"Have I told you how adorable you are in your costume?" You hear a familiar voice from the other side of the counter say. When you look over, you see Steve and Nancy by the punch bowl as he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear before kissing her softly. The butterflies in your stomach quickly dissolve as the smile leaves your face, and Billy notices this almost instantly. "What's s'matter? He asks, eyes looking to what yours had been lingering on. Upon seeing Steve, he rolls his eyes, not understanding the obsession the women he's met in his little time of being here with Steve Harrington. With a harsh swallow, you look back to him, clearly bothered, taking a swig of what's left of your drink. "I need a distraction." You state, eyes finally meeting his. "I've heard that I'm one pretty damn good distraction." He smirks, licking his lips before flaunting his alluring toothy grin.

You titled your head at him, receiving a chuckle. "Just tell me what you need me to do, and I'll fuckin' do it." He whispers in your ear, his breath hitting against your neck, sending chills down your spine. You debated what you wanted to say, or even what you wanted to do, but after weighing your options, you settled on one. "Kiss me." You said as your heart jumped at the fact you actually said it out loud. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through both of your veins that made you both so bold and eager, but he didn't question your request as he pulled you into him, anxiously putting his lips on yours. Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck, the two of you kissing each other roughly. His hands slithered to your ass, squeezing it, causing small moans to slip from your lips, whilst you grab on to his leather jacket's collar, pulling him into you. Attention is quickly brought to you two, although that wasn't the intention. A whole bunch of cheers and 'awh yeah's' surround you as Billy moves to your neck, sucking on the skin. "Pretty boy is looking." He muffles into your neck, causing you to open your eyes and look Steve's way. Sure enough, his eyes, and only his eyes are on you, looking absolutely flabbergasted.

But you don't even care at that point, because all you care about is Billy. For the first time, you're not even thinking about Steve, and for the first time, you feel fucking fantastic. You didn't want to ignore your feelings any longer or try to shove them further down. You smiled, pulling his face away from your neck. "I'm totally into you too." You whispered into his ear, as he smiled at you. "I was that good of a distraction huh?"

"One could say so." You finished, kissing him once more.

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𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 | Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Warning(s): Smut, tension, praise, oral sex (fem! receiving), penetration, fingering

Word Count: 1265

Characters: Steve Harrington

Summary: You and Steve had planned on going to a party but have a change of plans.

'It's just another house party' you thought to yourself, as you tried to pull your risqué dress down a bit, failing. A knock comes from your bedroom door, startling you. Crossing your room to open the door, you fix your hair, twisting the doorknob and stepping to the side.

Steve stands on the other side, a wide smile already displayed on his perfect face. A smile reserved just for you, his girl. "Every time I think you can't be more beautiful, you prove me wrong, beautiful." He grins, stepping into your room and slithering his arm around your waist, as he leans his head down, tilting it to kiss you gently.

Butterflies swirled within your stomach as they always did when you were around him. Pulling away, you leave your hands around his neck, looking up into his eyes. God, they were gorgeous. "So, about the party tonight...." You tried to bring up, really not wanting to go, it not really being your scene, but it was most definitely his. He was a huge partier, being the King of Hawkins High.

He arched his eyebrows, waiting for you to finish your sentence, but continuing to look at you in a way that overwhelmed you. "I um... so I was wondering, you know, that maybe instead of going-" You tried, but failed as his eyes kept traveling from your eyes to your lips.

"We stay here?" He finishes your sentence, noticing how flustered you were becoming. You nod back quickly, scared to be shut down. "Of course, if you don't want to go, we don't have to. I'd never pressure you to do something you didn't want to- were you afraid I'd say no?" He asked, his facial expressions shifting sympathetically. You nod in response, breathing deeply, cheeks warming as he shifts his thumb back and forth on your cheek.

"Is there something else going on?" He asks, his eyes locked on yours. Something inside of you was going on, but as to what it was, you were clueless of. Something in the way he looked at you had been flustering you enough to disallow the formation of words; they had all been caught in your throat. You shook your head, wanting to say something, but with the way one of his hands remained on your waist, and the other on your cheek, both thumbs rubbing up and down, sending a sensation through you each time- you couldn't.

"Then why can't you answer me?" He asks, his hand dropping to your waist, with them both being placed on your hips now. You force yourself to clear your throat, urging words up and out of your mouth. "I have no idea what it is, but you just take the breath from me, Steve. And those damn eyes-" You began, biting your lip as desire overcame you.

"Your brown eyes are driving me insane." You finally utter out, earning a smirk from him. "I seem to get that a lot." He jokes buffing out his chest. "Oh shut up-" You said before kissing him roughly, this kiss being a lot different than the one before. That one was gentle, and loving, but this one was hungry, and lustful. The two of you walked backwards towards your bed, where clothes had been layed out when you couldn't come to a decision on which dress to wear, which was pointless now. He lays you on your back once you approach the bed, putting himself on top of you as he kisses your neck sloppily.

Your hands tangle through his fluffy hair as you close your eyes, tilting your head back. "Good thing your parents won't be home until tomorrow morning." He states as he travels back up to your face, planting a hungry kiss on your lips, pulling at your bottom lip gently with his teeth. "I can enjoy you all night."

Chills spring up your spine following his words, as his hands travel up your bare legs, pulling your short dress up to your hips. He plants kisses up your legs, teasing your clit with his thumb along the way. "May I?" He asks, suggested to removing your underwear. You nod back eagerly, earning a smile from him. He continues to plant kisses on your legs as he slowly removes your panties from your legs, tossing them behind him. He doesn't waste time to spread your legs apart, and lick your clit passionately, sending butterflies around your stomach.

"Oh God Steve!" You moan as he inserts two fingers into you, working them along with his mouth. By now, he knew what you liked and didn't like, so it was no surprise that he had been executing his actions perfectly. Moans continually slipped from your lips, as you whimpered his name whenever he'd tell you that you were such a good girl, or that you tasted so good.

As your fingers moved through his hair, your climax came, sending a final moan out of you. Through heavy breaths, you smiled down at him. "That's my good girl." He grinned, climbing up to you as you propped yourself on your elbows, intertwining his lips with yours. "Can I fuck you beautiful?" He softly asks, caressing your check, doing the same eye thing he had been doing to get you guys here in the first place. "Yes please." You responded, nodding your head slowly with pleading eyes.

Removing himself from you, he undresses, moving his clothes to a pile in the corner. As he climbs back on your bed, with ease, he shifts you on top of his lap, holding your back as your chest rests against his. He leans himself back on to your headboard, gripping your ass softly, before trailing his hands up to your dress, and lifting it above your head, tossing it to the side as well. "You are beyond perfect." He comments, unclasping your bra and removing the straps from your shoulders gingerly, eyes planted on yours the entire time.

His eyes remain on yours as you adjust his tip to your entrance, slowly sliding his member inside of you, sharing a synchronized gasp with him. Your right arms hooks around his head, as your left places itself on his leg behind you, while one of his hands is placed on your ass, and the other on your mid back. The two of you move in synch, eyes locked on one another's. "Just like that." He moans, before putting one of your breasts into his mouth, eyes remaining on yours in doing so.

As much as you wanted to keep your eyes locked on his, you couldn't help but throw your head back, the warm feeling inside of you along with his tongue swirling around your nipple had been disabling you from containing yourself. "You make me feel s-so good Stevie." You whimper, holding his shoulder tighter than before as he proceeds to suck your other breast.

His whimpers sent you over the edge, as your second orgasm approached. He pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you as you did the same in return, along with wrapping your legs around his waist. "Come for me beautiful." He whispered into your ear as your fingers gripped his skin tightly. As you planted your lips on his, you came, your legs beginning to shake. You moaned his name over and over, sending him into his own orgasm.

Removing yourself from him, you placed yourself beside him, trying to regulate your breathing. "For the record, this is so much better than a stupid party." He smiled, planting a kiss on your forehead.

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𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦 | Beth Greene x fem!reader

Warning(s): fluff, description of death, impacts of death, significant other dying, grief, major character death

Word Count: 2653

Characters: Beth Greene, D*wn Lerner, Noah, Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Dr. Edwards, Carol Peletier, Officer Shepherd, mentions Officer G*rm*n, Maggie & Hershel Greene

Summary: The moment you met Beth, to the end of your time together, when she died.

The minute the blonde girl was wheeled into Grady Memorial Hospital, you knew you were in trouble. She was one of the prettiest girls you had seen. You didn't know who she was, but you made it your mission to.

When she woke up, you learned that her name was Beth Greene. She told you about where she was before all of this, and before the hospital, and you, in return, did too. It didn't take long for you to find interest in one another, maybe two days.

You both knew it was very soon, but there was no label on you two, and it was just nice to have someone to talk to. You took care of patients together, stayed up all night reminiscing on how the world was before everything, conspiring against Dawn, you name it. Her one goal was to get out of the Hospital, and you and Noah wanted to make that happen.

Noah was your other best friend, who quickly became friends with Beth, too. He gave her Lollypops, and you stitched her up when Dawn would hurt her. You swore each time that you would kill Dawn for it, but she made you promise to not do so. She brought out the best in you; she was an angel in disguise, your angel.

"When I get out of here, you're coming with me, y/n. My family, they'll love you. I just know it." She smiled, snuggling into the crevice of your neck as you rubbed her back in your bed. The thought of getting out of Grady Memorial Hospital was a dream, but you were well aware of just how impossible it was. You would do anything to get her home to her family, though, even if it meant dying for it. Strangely, you were so protective and passionate about Beth. Her heart was full of love and light, and had always remained positive, even when there was nothing good about the situation. You were the complete opposite; reserved, angry, and spiteful. She had changed you, and the way you saw things in a matter of two days, and you had no clue how it was even possible.

"We're getting out of here; I just know it. I can feel it. I can't wait for you to meet Maggie." She smiled, looking up into your eyes. "Me too." You said, sadder than you would've liked to. You had hoped she hadn't noticed, but it was clear that she had when she sat herself up in your bed. "What's the matter?" She questioned, eyebrows furrowing. "It's nothing." You replied, shaking your head. "It's not nothing, y/n. What's wrong?" She asked, eyes looking sad as she rubbed your cheek with her thumb. Giving in, you sighed, and began to share your concerns about getting out of here. She explained that her and Noah had already come up with a plan while you had been helping Dawn with a task earlier in the day, and although you had your concerns about the plan, you kept quiet and controlled.

When she had returned to her room that night, you were barely able to sleep, your thoughts and worries overtaking your mind. The more you thought about the plan, the worse it sounded. But it was now, or never. You might not ever get the chance again, so you knew it had to be taken.

The next morning, the three of you took your chances. Only Noah made it out. You had almost made it down the elevator with them, but one of the officers caught the three of you. You knew you had to stall him, so you yelled for them to run as you were beaten by the man. In a split second, you could see the fearful look in Beth's eyes as she watched you get pummeled, but when you mouthed 'go,' she nodded and ran for it. And you were glad she did.

When Dawn had been alerted of everything, she confined you in a room by yourself. You hadn't known if Beth and Noah had made it out or not until Dr. Edwards told you that Beth was still at Grady, partially locked up as you had been. You were expendable to Dawn, only being an officer in training, but Beth on the other hand, she had value. Her dad had taught her a thing or two about taking care of injured people, so she was far more useful than you had been.

Finally, you had been let out a couple days later, and were able to reunite with Beth. The two of you held each other tightly within each other's arms, as you placed a kiss on her forehead. It had turned out that one of her people, who you had learned was named Carol, had been found and put in the same hospital as the two of you.

Although Dawn had assigned Beth to take care of Carol, you would sneak in to be with her as she attended to her friend, anxiously waiting for her to wake up. In the meantime, the both of you pondered if Noah or Beth's group would come to rescue the two of you, or at least Beth. You had hoped more than anything that she would get out of here, now more than ever. She had a family looking for her, and you knew how much they meant to her. All you wanted was for her to be where she would be happiest, and you were aware that it wasn't here.

The staff here were sick in the head, twisted, demented. You made it your mission to protect Beth from the officers like Officer Gormon, who she had eventually succeeded in killing, with the help of one of the old patients who had turned. You were sick to your stomach when she had told you the circumstances that lead to his demise, and all you could do was hold her close and tell her how sorry you were that he had tried to force himself onto her. "It's in the past now." She would remind you, shaking her head.

After Carol finally woke up, you had briefly talked with her as Beth introduced the two of you, and you quickly became friends. She felt like a mother figure right off the bat. Your meeting had been cut short when Dawn had intruded, telling Beth and Carol that a swap was going to be taking place. Their people had come for them after all. As relieved as you were, you knew you would not be going with them. You weren't part of the deal, and Dawn made it clear before exiting the room.

By the next day, Beth's people had been on their way to the hospital, leaving you and Beth sitting alone in her room. "Beth... we have to talk about it." You whispered, placing your hand over hers, which were clasped together in her lap. "I don't wanna-" She replied in a small voice. "We need to, Beth. I can't go with you; you know Dawn won't let me. You know how she is... I'm not a part of the deal." You spoke, voice cracking. Beth's eyes remained focused to her lap, unwilling to meet your own eyes. You let out a little sigh, the pressure building in your chest as you held back the urge to cry. She shook her head for a brief moment, whispering, "we'll find a way."

Even in times like this, she remained hopeful. She was broken inside, you could tell, but you could also sense that she was holding on to hope. You knew you needed to say something now, because her people could arrive at any given moment. "Look at me."

"Beth, look at me." You carefully demanded, using your other hand to lightly tilt her chin to face you. "It's all going to be okay. You'll be okay. You don't need to worry about me when you leave here, okay? I will find a way, and I will find you." You said, a singular tear slipping from your eye and down your cheek. You didn't really believe that you would get out of there, but you needed her to believe it for you.

Her facial expression changed, and she broke into sobs. You had never once seen Beth cry, and she certainly wasn't the type to. She told you that we all had jobs to do, and that she didn't cry anymore. But here your angel was, broken just like you. "I can't do it without you, y/n. I need you to be with me." She cried silently, as you pulled her into your chest, more tears flowing down your wettened cheeks. "You are so strong Beth. Stronger than you know; and I know you can do it." You spoke, kissing her forehead before placing your head on top of hers. "I need you to promise me something, okay?" You probed, heart thudding within your chest. She nodded, and you took a deep breath.

"When you go to be exchanged, don't try anything. Please. I know you Beth, and I know you probably have a half assed plan in your head. I don't know what it involves, but please, please don't try it. Don't do it. For me. Don't say anything, don't look back, just leave with your family." You cried softly, knowing she knew what you were talking about when her posture changed.

The door to the room opened, Dawn walking inside. Her glare burned right through the two of you before she looked to the ground. "They're here. Get what you need Beth- y/n, you're with me." She grunted, motioning her head to the hallway. You nodded in compliance, kissing Beth's forehead one more time.

You stood with the other police officers in the hall; gun aimed downward as Beth wheeled Carol in, accompanied by Dr. Edwards. You could see Beth's people on the other side of the door, and your heart anxiously leaped in anticipation for it to open. When it did, a group of 5, including Noah had appeared in front of you. Your heart stopped beating for a moment at the realization that things would probably play out a lot differently than originally planned now that Noah was with them.

"They haven't been harmed." The man you assumed to be Rick spoke, breaking the silence. "Where's Lamson?" Dawn inquired, head tilting to the left and right to see if he had been with them. "Rotters got him." Shepherd had replied, followed by the other officer saying, "We saw it go down." You could see the tears forming in Dawn's eyes, but you didn't really give two shits. She didn't even care that much about him. "Oh... I'm sorry to hear that. He was one of the good guys. One of yours for one of mine." She addressed, Rick nodding in agreement. You wheeled Carol forward along with a male officer, stopping halfway as the man Beth described to be Daryl helped Carol out of the wheelchair. The male officer returned one of the others to where Dawn had been standing, but you stood your ground.

Dawn had then grabbed a hold of Beth's arm harsher than you would have liked, nearing you. Rick and Shepherd stood behind you as Beth approached; she took her chance and slithered her arms around your waist one final time, tucking her head under your chin. As much as you wanted to cry again, you needed to keep your composure. All eyes were on the two of you, but you didn't let that stop you from holding her tightly. When she lifted her head to look into your eyes, the two of you shared a small, sad kiss. A kiss that would be your last. Hugging her one more time, you whispered in her ear, 'I love you more than anything.' When she started to say it back, Dawn cleared her throat, interrupting your moment. Confusion was written on Beth's people's faces, but you could tell that they felt sympathetic, Carol most of all.

You mouthed 'go,' just as you had when she had tried to escape, only this time she'd really make it out. With a nod, she turned around and hugged Rick, walking away from you, giving one glance back. "Glad we could work things out." Dawn spoke as they walked further away. The silence was broken once more, but in a way that you wished it hadn't been. "Now I just need Noah."

The group stopped, and turned to face Dawn, and that's when you realized, things really weren't going to be okay. Rick and Dawn had begun to argue. When Dawn had brought up that Beth took Noah's place, Beth had begun to bring you up, saying that you shouldn't have to stay there. You shook your head at her, warning her to stop. "Y/n can go with you if you give me Noah." Dawn started, surprising you. But you just shook your head; you wouldn't put yourself before one of your own best friends who could still have his family out there. He needed the chance just as much as Beth did. You and Shepherd both had tried to tell Dawn to let Noah go, but she shut both of you down with no hesitation. Noah had eventually complied after more argument.

"Wait!" Beth called out, quickly walking to Noah and embracing him. She looked broken all over again, and it hurt you so much. You had been standing beside Dawn, watching everything. "I knew you'd be back." Dawn said, and you watched as Beth's eyes turned angry and cold, as she broke apart from Noah. Tears formed once again in her delicate eyes as she stood in front of Dawn, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. The silence was so eerie, and your gut screamed at you, telling you something was wrong. "Beth-" you tried, before she held her palm out to stop you from walking forward. Her eyes met yours for a brief moment, and you begged and pleaded with your eyes as you shook your head. Her eyes no longer held compliance, but only spite and sorrow.

Her eyes returned to those of Dawn's, her bottom lip trembling. "I get it now." She finished, and in a split second, one you couldn't process, Beth's body was on the ground, her blood splattering everywhere, the gunshot reverberating down the hallway. You took a painful breath in, eyes trained on your lover's body thrown on the ground, ignoring the pleas of Dawn beside you. You had reached for your gun, but Daryl had been quicker. You now stood between two bodies as another gunshot pierced your ears, deafening you for a split second. Both sides drew their weapons, aiming towards each other as you stood frozen in the middle, in utter shock. The sob that had built up in your throat could no longer stay down as you collapsed to your knees, pulling Beth's lifeless body into your arms. You held her so many times, but this time, she was cold. She was gone.

You couldn't even hear your own screams and pleas as you rocked her body back and forth, head on top of hers. It was silent by the time your sobs had turned into whimpers.

-

You, along with Noah, became a part of Beth's group. When Rick had offered, you took it. You wouldn't dare stay at the hospital any longer. You knew Beth would have wanted you to go with her family, and help Noah find his family. That was her silent final wish. From then on out, you lived for her. Everything you did, you did for her. Although your angel wasn't physically with you anymore, you knew she was there, somewhere, watching you become a part of Rick's group, just as the two of you had dreamed about together in your days at the hospital.

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Stiles Stilinski

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭

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[wintersxani]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 | Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

Warning(s): fluff

Word Count: 484

Characters: Stiles Stilinski

Summary: You're hanging out with Stiles, who is secretly your crush, but you have been unable to admit your feelings due to being best friends with him. When he unexpectedly kisses you, you both learn that you feel the same way about each other.

"Okay, love you Mom, bye." You end the conversation with your mom over the phone, trying to hold your laughter back as Stiles sits across from you, mimicking your movements. "Okay, you can quit now idiot." You say, reaching forward and lightly hitting his arm.

"Let me guess, home by 7pm again?" He questions, twirling a pen in his fingers. "You should know by now that it's a yes." You sigh, getting up from his bed and joining him on the floor, sitting yourself by him against the wall. "So, you said you had something to tell me?" You asked, looking into his eyes. "Oh, yeah- no it's nothing." He shrugs, breaking the eye contact and looking to his hands that had been playing with a pen.

"Stiles, seriously? You invited me over because the thing you had to tell me was so important. I chose to take a day off from work to be here, so you better tell me." You said matter-of-factly, turning your body to face him. He continued to fiddle with the pen, sitting in silence. "It's just uh..." He spoke softly, giving you a quick glance before his eyes returned to his hands.

You reached over, taking the pen from his hand and placing it on the opposite side of you. "Stiles. Please tell me?" You practically whispered, heart thudding in your chest at the way he looked at you. Those brown eyes always made you swoon. You anxiously bit the inside of your lip as he rested his head against the wall, facing you. You raised your eyebrow at him, hating the silence that filled the room.

"Okay. Just don't hate me for what I'm about to do." He said before placing his hand on your cheek and placing his lips on yours. Your heart leaped in excitement as your eyebrows raised along with it. His lips were on yours, and they fit oh so perfectly. It felt right- righter than anything had ever felt to you. Your hand in return put itself on his cheek, and you felt a smile form on his lips.

Slowly, the two of you pulled away, eyes yearningly looking into each other. Neither of you really knew what to say, but all you could do was smile like dorks. Without it being said, both of you knew how the other felt.

His forehead rested against yours for a solemn moment, before he tilted his head back down to intertwine his lips with yours and boy, did they move harmoniously together. With a final pause, he retracted his lips from yours, eyes remaining closed, and breaths ragged. "What took you so long?" You quietly laughed, hand on the back of his neck. "I don't know, I figured you were worth the wait-" he said softly, pecking you once more. "And I was right. You are exactly, precisely, and perfectly what I waited for."

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