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aaron hotchner x reader

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: Your neighbour was an intolerant piece of shit, moody and stern and knew exactly how to push your buttons. And did he enjoy it. A cliche enemies to lovers trope.

Word count: 6.3k

Warnings: 18+, explicit content, extreme smut, degradation, D's relationship, brat kink, mild violence, heavy flirting.

You needed a drink.

You had just got back to your condo after a three week long extraction mission in the middle east. It had been lethal to say the least, and you had been dying to get home to your bathtub.

It was the middle of winter, and the lack of heating made your apartment ridiculously cold. Pulling your fleece around your body tighter, you continued to flick all of your lights and your heating on blast.

You were so exhausted you couldn't even be bothered to change out of your clothes, still dressed in your tight fit green cargo trousers - gun still strapped to your thigh - and a tight black tank top and your green and brown fleece with your boots.

Knock knock.

Taking a swig of your wine, you furrowed your brows wondering who was already knocking on your door. You didn't even bother to take a look through the peephole and just opened the door with a huff.

''Evening.''

Oh great.

You and your neighbour didn't get on, it was plain and simple. He was a man of morals, cold, stern and ridiculously irritating. He was also the most attractive man you'd ever laid eyes on, unfortunately he made your blood boil more than any man had ever. He was always banging on your door, asking you to be quiet or just plain rude and intolerant.

''What do you want hotchner?'' You rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest as you waited for his answer.

''I thought you worked in finance?'' He raised an amused brow, gesturing down to the gun strapped to your thigh.

''Well you know - gotta keep safe out here.'' You shrugged, brushing of his question nonchalantly.

''You know what i do, it's not like you have nothing to hide. We are obviously both in law enforcement.'' He laughed, mirroring you as his eyes rolled over you.

And the profiler is trying to profile you.

''Uhm let me think? Maybe, just maybe it's not your business.'' You scoffed, grabbing your door to slam it into his face.

His hand immediately slammed into the door, screeching it into a halt between the two of you, ''Before you disappeared again for weeks, i had a parcel delivered to your apartment and it said you signed for it. Do you still have it? And then, I'll thankfully be out of your way.'' He asked, tapping his foot impatiently.

''Yeah, i have it somewhere.'' You grumbled, leaving the door ajar before walking into your condo and trying to find the parcel from weeks ago.

It didn't take you long, you has shoved it in your bedroom under the desk before you had left.

Walking back towards your front door, you almost stopped in your tracks seeing your arrogant neighbour nosying around your kitchen.

''I'm pretty sure I didn't invite you in.'' You scoffed, dropping the brown box onto the kitchen island and looking at him through your furrowed brows.

''It's very you.'' He avoided your scowl, nodding around your black marbled kitchen.

''Also.'' He added, a smirk painting on his face as he brought his hand from behind your back and your eyes widened as you saw your badge flicking through his fingers.

He let out a low whistle, letting the leather flutter open to show your identification, ''CIA undercover ops and intelligence? That's why your always back and forth.'' He mused, giving a curt impressed nod.

''You missed the CIA elite.'' You pointed smugly, pushing the parcel over to his side of the island.

''I must say I'm impressed, you've managed to have a dignified conversation with me for the first time ever. And you haven't slung profanity in every other sentence.'' He smirked, obviously trying to push your buttons as usual.

''Well, you blew it after pissing me off again.'' You snorted, ushering him out of your front door.

''Very classy.'' He laughed, watching you as you slammed the door on his smirking face.

Finally, it was time to unwind.

You had only been back a day, and half of the night was spent soaking in your tub. But, you had settled back in and unwound quicker than you expected.

It was now 5pm, and you were cooking one of your favourite pasta's before your bestfriend , jess, was coming over to join you.

Your music was playing so loudly, you barely heard the knock on your door.

She wouldn't be here yet, surely?

Of course you weren't greeted by your friend, instead the mailman who had yet another parcel you guessed that wasn't actually for you.

This happened weekly.

''I have a parcel for Aaron Hotchner, he's not in to collect and sign. Would i be able to leave it with you?'' The gentlemen smiled, and you reluctantly agreed as you scribbled your signature onto the small ipad.

Kicking the door shut, you took a look at the parcel sticker.

BAKED WITH LOVE

Isn't that the bakery downtown?

You definitely didn't take aaron hotchner as a man with a sweet tooth. Nevertheless, you placed the box into your fridge and left it till he decided to come and interrupt your evening for it.

It had been a couple of hours since the parcel had been delivered, and you were now two bottles of wine deep with your bestfriend who was sprawled over your sofa, ''Honestly his dick game was weak, he didn't even let me cum!'' She whined, retelling her tale of her most recent one night stand.

''Now that is pathetic on his behalf, I can't stand a man who puts his orgasm first.'' You scoffed, throwing your legs over her and taking a swig of your wine.

''I will not be returning his calls anytime soon.'' She snorted, grabbing the tv remote and turning up the music to a louder volume.

''At least your getting some!.'' You pointed, shaking your head in a tipsy state.

''How long has it been?'' She asked, jumping off your sofa and was heading to your cupboards in no doubt to find herself dessert.

''Well i was away for the past month, and was working the month before that - so a solid two months.'' You complained, hearing her tut at you as she opened your fridge.

''Babe, you could have absolutely anyone. You just work too much! That is to- why is this addressed to that hot neighbour of yours?'' She interrupted herself, and you rolled your eyes at the statement and leaned to face her.

''You mean asshole neighbour of mine. He keep's missing parcels and they get delivered here. Did i tell you before i went away he not only came over and told me to turn my music in my flat he also went into a rampage about my parking capabilities.'' You grumbled, and she only laughed and walked back to the sofa.

Only stumbling slightly which was an achievement to say how much the two of you had drunk.

''Why are you carrying his parcel and two forks?'' You asked, raising a brow as she sat by your feet.

''He has great taste - do you know how good the cheesecake is from this place? It's next level. Besides, it's payback. Just say it never came.'' She grinned, opening the box and placing the cheesecake on the coffee table between you.

''I would tell him i ate it, just to see his face. So worth it.'' You smirked, both of you scrambling closer and digging straight in with your forks.

''Oh, that cake is more orgasmic than my tinder date.'' She moaned into her piece, and you nodding quickly in agreement.

It was literally a piece of heaven.

You spent the rest of the night laughing over old stories, and finishing the rest of hotchner's cheesecake.

''I wonder how good your aim is when your drunk.'' Jess questioned, looking over at the gun on your sideboard.

''Your trying to get me to play target practice when I'm nearly pissed?'' You laughed, raising a brow and throwing one of your cushions in her face.

''Come on, there's only three apartment's on this floor! Your hot neighbour, and the businessman that works all evening and sleeps all day. Nobody will ever hear!'' She deadpanned, before giving you one of her cheeky smiles.

''I'm CIA elite, my aim is always a perfect shot.'' You rolled your eyes, jumping off your sofa and grabbing your gun off the sideboard.

''$50 dollars i can shoot both eyes and the mouth.'' You gestured to the painting at the other side of the room, giving her a competitive smirk.

''Oh, your on.'' You laughed, raising your arm and taking three perfect shots on target.

Her face was a picture.

'' Unfortunately for you, I don't have $50 on me.'' She burst out laughing, the both of you falling into a heap of laughter.

You were soon snapped out of it, after hearing multiple thuds on your door that you had barely heard thanks to the volume of music being so high.

Jess looked to you, a grin on her face as she knew also who it would be.

And as if by magic, you opened the door to see a very pissed off neighbour.

''What the fuck are you doing?'' He hissed, and you had to stop yourself from laughing. The usually, suited and booted agent was now in his flannel pajama pants and a old t-shirt that, which you had to admit, hugged his torso flatteringly.

''I am currently opening the door to you.'' You sniggered, obviously in a drunken state which he picked up on.

''Your drunk.'' He scoffed, crossing his arms at you.

''Good observation, sherlock.'' You scoffed, taking a step closer and looking up to his frame.

''It's 2am, your playing music so loud i feel like I'm in a fuckin' nightclub and then when i give you the benefit of the doubt you started shooting at the wall! My side of the wall.'' He snarked, his eyes flicking over your body and back to your face.

''I also ate your cheesecake.'' You shrugged, trying to piss him off even more as you watched the man unravel in anger before you.

''You ate my cheesecake?'' He repeated, his nostrils flaring as he spoke.

''I also parked on double yellow lines because it's closer to the complex, and the parking warden has the day off on tuesdays.'' You pushed, winding him up with every little pet peeve he hated about you.

It was pathetic really, but because everything was so stupid and petty it would him up even more.

''Don't worry I'll also take a shower at 4am and hair-dry my hair i know it can be super loud.'' You laughed, putting a playful pout on your face as you saw him getting more and more annoyed by you.

''Is the Big, Bad, Cool, Calm and collected BAU boss getting angry?'' You teased, slapping his face gently in a patronising manner before closing the door in his face.

''Your playing with fire.'' Jess smirked from behind you, shaking her head as you both fell back into your seats.

''Oh, it's worth it.'' You laughed, imagining to yourself how annoyed he must be sitting in his apartment.

Game on.

Jess had left at around 4am, and you woke at 11am with the biggest hangover ever known to man. Even after a shower you still felt your head pounding. But, you had errands to run. You had to run into the office to grab a file to finish your report by this evening, and you had groceries to buy as you were severely lacking and had to hit training at some point this evening.

So by some miracle you forced yourself to look presentable, throwing on a cute matching wool jumper, wool trousers and black boots with your holster attached to your loose waistband. It was mid winter, and no doubt you were about to freeze as soon as you hit the chilly air.

Instead of making a coffee, you decided to grab one to go whilst you were out. You grabbed your keys and phone before heading towards your door, stopping in your tracks as you had noticed something had been pushed under your door and it looked like a note.

Neighbour,

Do you realise playing games with me will never end in your favour?

And a fun fact for you, did you know there is only one clamping and towing service in virginia?

Hotchner.

Is he really so childish to leave you a note?

Wait, WHAT?

It was admittedly the fastest you'd ever run through your building as you made a bee line straight to your mustang. After all, it was your pride and joy.

And honestly if you weren't so furious you would've laughed.

You opened your phone, and knew exactly where you were going to go.

UBER : GOING TO FBI FIELD OFFICE, VIRGINIA.

--

Admittedly it was easier than you imagined getting into the bureau, a flash of your badge and a toothy smile saying you were meeting aaron hotchner and you were let in like a flash.

After spending 20 minutes on the phone to the clamping company you were even more pissed off, as aaron was an FBI agent and had said you were a repeat 'offender' the bumped your release price to $300 bucks.

You were furious.

After all, he'd embarrassed you infront of your whole apartment complex and it was only fair to embarrass him back.

It was late in the afternoon, and the office was still buzzing when you began walking up to it. Your eyes immediately scanning the room before you found the man you were looking for. He was leant on the bullpen railing, above the other desks with a mug of coffee in his hand. 

It was a shame he was an arsehole, because this man looked gorgeous in his tight fit expensive suits.

But, you weren't here to perve.

You shoved open the glass door roughly, rough enough to catch a couple of the agents attention as you stormed towards your neighbour.

His eyes fell on you, and the man had the audacity to smirk from above you, ''YOU GOT MY CAR CLAMPED?!'' You hissed, waving your arms in a fury as the rest of the room turned to witness your interaction.

''Well, you parked there. Technically, you and your shitty parking got it clamped.'' Hotch replied, and you didn't miss the faces around you scrunch in confusion.

''God! You're so fuckin' uptight.'' You spat, nearly stomping your foot in frustration.

''I've got to pay $300 bucks because your a cunt. Actually, you can pay it! You did it!'' You scoffed, waving your hand above you in a direction to him.

''You ate my cheesecake! Did you pay for that?'' He laughed, walking down the stairs towards you. He was also ignoring the burning stares from his whole department.

''You clamped my $100,000 car for a $20 dollar cake! Your such a petty bastard i swear to god.'' You snorted in disbelief.

''I'm a petty bastard? Coming from the most, intolerable, insufferable and annoying woman i have ever met in my life!'' He now scoffed, almost amused by your whole conversation.

''You treat your flat like a frat party, you SHOOT at your walls, park like an asshole, you make so much noise i can't sleep, not to mention you always have to have the last word and purposely push my buttons and have a sarcastic retort for everything. Not to mention your vulgar and reckless.'' He hissed, listing every single thing that drove him up the walls about you. The whole room was silent.

Your hands were in fists, your nostrils flared and you wanted to punch him so hard.

Yet, you were also finding yourself very attracted to the dickhead before you.

''Coming from the man that bangs on my door every single night asking for shit he's had delivered to my flat, your so uptight and stern than even my tv is too fucking loud at a NORMAL volume. Your shitty phone constantly wakes me up in the middle of the night, not to mention the random times you decide to turn on your blender at fucking 4am. WHO IS HAVING A PROTEIN SMOOTHIE AT 4am! You have no sense of humour, your nosy and constantly plant yourself into my life to piss me off.'' You spluttered, every word just falling out of your mouth you couldn't even comprehend what you were saying.

Talk about pent up frustration.

''Who the hell is this?'' A voice suddenly dragged you out of your thoughts, and you turned to face a huge, hunky agent who was looking between the two of you.

''Derek, this is my neighbour.'' Hotch laughed, taking a step closer to you.

''I don't know why your laughing.'' You raised a brow, trying not to scoff at the nerve of this man. You were going to wipe the smirk off his face.

''Shall i also mention that every time you do come over to have a go at me or collect a parcel it's always late in the evening or as i turn my shower on. Now, I'm no expert profiler but I'd take that as an attempt for you too see me in my underwear. Or am i wrong? I didn't take you for the type to date a girl in there early 20's.'' You smirked, and the look on his face was priceless.

And so was the rest of the office's.

''I think your backtracking on yourself, every time you come to my apartment I'm in a towel. I think your listening for my shower, I mean who really knocks on their neighbours door at 1am for sugar?'' He laughed, trying to turn the situation back on you.

''A person who had been on a 10 hour flight from Iraq and was severely jet lagged and wanted a coffee. Not, a girl who wants to see you shirtless.'' You laughed back, rolling your eyes at his accusation.

Okay, it was very true but nobody needs to know that.

The chiselled chest, littered with hair was too sexy not to try sneak a peek at.

''Well, well, this is very interesting.'' A brunette laughed from behind you, looking at the both of you with a grin on her face.

''I agree em, very interesting.'' Another man spoke beside you, he was older than the rest and had an italian look to him.

''Don't start with the profiling, your boss does it enough.'' You sighed, rubbing your temple in frustration.

''I'll pay for the car myself, asshole.'' You grumbled, turning around to walk away as everyone was now slowly flittering away from your conversation. Apart from the six people behind aaron.

As you turned a hand grabbed your wrist, ''Wait, i'll pay.'' Aaron sighed, grabbing his wallet and shoving 3 $100 bills into your hand.

''Your still an asshole.'' You smirked, shaking your head at this man's antics and made your way out of the door.

You were soon out of ear shot to hear him and his team's conversation, which was unfortunate.

''So?'' Rossi raised amused brow, and the rest of the team were now gathering round hotch curiously.

''Hot, right?'' Aaron smirked, placing down his mug of coffee before walking back to his office leaving everyone in shock and they all began to bicker between themselves.

''Did he jus-''

''He must be drunk.''

''He doesn't say things like that? Does he?''

''Am i dreaming?''

You had finally got your mustang back and were now kicked back on the sofa, typing up your report and waiting for your chinese to arrive with a glass of gin in your hand and a heftly supply of blankets over you.

But something else was on your mind.

Jess was right, it was kinda ridiculous you hadn't got laid in two months. You were hot, funny and had enough charm to get anything you wanted. So, what had been stopping you?

You were more than aware you were craving sex, but instead of getting it you were sat at home bickering with your neighbour. Your insanely hot neighbour that is.

No.

No.

You were not attracted to your bastard of a neighbour.

''Fuck sake y/n.'' You hissed to yourself, slamming your macbook down as you couldn't concentrate.

This was ridiculous.

You were going to give him his money back, and not have to affiliate yourself with his presence ever again. You threw on your shoes, sighing down at your silk pajamas as you walked down the corridor to his door.

Knocking on his door, you waited for it to open as you counted out the $20 dollar bills in your purse. You heard the door open, and immediately started rambling, ''So- I uh- wanted to give you that money back i didn't fe-''

''Back to that conversation this afternoon, who's at who's door when they aren't dressed?'' His voice ripped through your ramblings, and your eyes immediately snapped up.

Oh fuck. Wow wow wow.

You couldn't help yourself. He had a pair of sweatpants hanging on his low waist, the lining of his boxers hanging over the top. Your eyes raked up his body, starting at a small line of hair from his waistband to his belly button before your eyes fell on the toned muscular torso before you.

And the arms, the big arms that you just wanted to wrap your-

Stop.

''Your not helping your arguement.'' He smirked, amused as your eyes wandered over him.

''Sorry, what?'' You asked, finally tearing your eyes away from his body.

''Nothing. Can i help you?'' He laughed, crossing his legs and leaning on the doorframe before you.

''I uhm, came to return the money.'' You nodded, passing the scrumpled notes into his hand.

Before you could pull back, his hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest, ''Is that all i can do for you?'' He asked, his lips grazing the side of your cheek softly causing a shiver to coarse through your body.

''I didn't have anything else in mind.'' You muttered, feeling your body slip into his slowly as his hand trailed down the centre of your back.

''I do.'' He chuckled, pulling you flat into his chest and slamming the door behind you. It was only when you were practically thrown into the wall, you realised the situation you were in.

''Tell me to stop.'' Hotch breathed heavily, his body enclosing you into the wall and one of his hands on your waist.

You couldn't say it.

''What if I don't want that?'' You smirked slightly, placing both hands on his chest. The cold of your hands made him hiss slightly.

''Once i start, I won't be able to control myself. So, are you sure?'' He pushed, his breath skimming over your face.

''I have never been more certain.'' You stated, dragging your fingers down his chest. Instantly he smashed his lips onto yours, his hand grabbing your neck and a fistful of your hair. Your knees buckled into the kiss and his grasp helped steady you as you tried to reach further up him.

His hand was wrapped in your long locks, your hand flat on his chest fiddling with his buttons and your other hand on the side of his neck. His free hand was snaking it's way down to your ass. He pulled away, only a little, ''Jump sweetheart.''

You didn't need to be told twice.

Aaron immediately caught you like you were nothing, your thighs wrapped around his waist as he carried you through his penthouse. Not once breaking the kiss as he made his way to the bedroom. You didn't know what to expect after all he wasn't an easy read.

But, when he threw you onto his bed with a violent force and you saw the darkness peering in his eyes it nearly took the breath out of your lungs. This, without a doubt, was going to be the best sex you'd had.

And when he opened his mouth, you knew it, ''I hope you like it rough, because after the shit you've given me I'm going to spend my time making you pay.'' He chuckled darkly, curling a hand around your waist as he crawled over you and pulling your body closer to his naked torso.

''Let's see if you can keep up, old man.'' You grinned, and his body immediately tensed at your words.

''Oh, you little brat.'' He gave an amused smirk, before shaking his head slightly at the nerve of you. You went to give a cocky retort, but when he pulled you up harshly and literally ripped the silk shirt off your body, your whole mouth went dry.

''Not so talkative now are we?'' He laughed dryly, before harshly grabbing your neck tightly and bringing you to his face. Hungrily, hips lips smashed onto yours and the both of you fought for dominance in the heated kiss. But, you soon caved and let him take total control, slowly becoming a mess under the intensity of the kiss and the way his hand's were snaking over your waist and tits.

The both of your hands were roaming over each inch of the other's body, all the pent up frustration being released on the lips of one another. He sucked slightly on your tongue, and a moan vibrated from your throat at the sensation. He smirked against your lips, ''Wasn't that a pretty little sound?''

When it came to this man your instincts were to get a rise out of him, and you couldn't help yourself, ''Fuck you.''

He flipped you around and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you back harshly whilst the other hand slapped down on to your ass with a stinging burn, ''Who the fuck do you think your talking too?'' He spat, dropping you back down like a doll before both of his hands grabbed the fat of your ass through your silk pajama bottoms.

''I-i'm sorry.'' You moaned, giving in to the sensation his touch was giving you - forgetting how strong this man truly was.

''Good girl.'' He almost snickered, hooking your waistband with his long fingers and pulling it down your legs. You were now fully naked under his touch, and when he let out a low whistle at the sight of you? You had never felt hotter.

Your head was against the pillow's of his bed, and he had your ass in the air as he moved closer to you. Without warning, a slowly dragged a finger over your clit and down your folds, ''Fuck, that's a wet pussy.'' He took a breath of the sight and you let out an audible moan at the sensation.

''Touch me, please.'' You begged, pushing your ass back further infront of his face.

''As you wish, sweetheart.'' He mused, both of his hands grabbed your ass again, pulling you closer and spreading your legs a little further as he dropped his head down to your pussy.

He licked from your clit, right back down to your ass. The whole sensation made you whimper under his touch before he began to annihilate your clit with his tongue.

The things this man could do with his mouth should be illegal.

And that's when he pushed two fingers into you, your fingers scrambled to grab the bedsheets to steady yourself as your sunk down to his knuckles. The moan that escaped your lips was sinful, especially when you felt the cold silver of his frat ring rubbing inside you.

''Fu- fuck fuck.'' You chanted, the tears brimming in your eyes as he finger fucked you and used his tongue against you.

He suddenly pulled away, making you cry softly at the lack of touch, ''Such a noisy little thing.'' He laughed darkly, before you felt him bend over you slightly and he didn't miss the gasp as you felt his crotch and lower abdomen press against your ass.

He quickly returned back between your legs, plunging his fingers into you and sucking on your clit harshly whilst his free hand steadied one of your shaking legs and then back to spreading your ass.

''You taste even better than i imagined.'' He growled against you, his voice vibrating against your skin making you sink deeper onto his face in desperation. As soon as you pushed away, he pulled away from you and you let out a unimpressed whine.

His hand grabbed your chin and cheek violently, spinning you around to face him on your knees below him, ''Don't be so fucking impatient.'' He spat, giving you a small but painful slap to your face. It went straight to your pussy and made you dumb.

So dumb you couldn't even retort and shook your head.

''Now, you just look pathetic.'' He smirked, before pushing you back and spreading your legs and throwing them over his big, strong shoulders.

He slapped your pussy, your body flinched with pleasure before he carried on his annihilation onto your clit. Working you in every way possible, the man was talented.

Your stomach began knotting, and you felt the familiar heat rushing through your body, ''Don't hold it, cum for me.'' Hotch ordered below you, and almost on order you began to unravel onto his fingers. Your body contorted in bless, the sweat gleaming over your body as he brought you to orgasm. It was absolute bliss.

''God, you look throughly fucked already.'' He states smugly, before kicking off his pants and pulling you towards him at the end of the bed. His length sprung free and hit his toned stomach. Your eyes widened, you knew it was huge but holy shit.

''I-''

''You can take it.'' He ordered, opening your mouth with his fingers before pushing his dick down your throat. You instantly grabbed his thighs and fell to your knees. His hand was wrapped in the back of your hair as he face fucked you, you took every inch down your throat. His balls smashing into your chin as he picked up momentum at sound of you choking on him.

You managed to gain control and slowly took all of him in, you slowly sucked at the top before quickly forcing his whole shaft into your throat. As your mouth hit the base of his dick, you looked up to meet his eyes.

''Do you know how slutty you look with my cock down your throat, huh? I've finally found a way to shut you up.'' He growled, before slamming his cock into your mouth. Your eyes watered, and you could feel the mascara sticking down your face with your salty tears.

He pulled out of your mouth, and pulled you up to stand up. You fell slightly, weak on your legs. Be grabbed your face and pulled it close to him, ''Thought you could handle me huh? You can barely stand and I haven't even stuffed your pretty little pussy with my cock yet.'' He mused, his eyes darkening as he looked at you nearly crumbling at his mercy.

''Cocky little bitch, weren't you?'' He raised a brow, throwing you onto the bed. He knelt between your legs, before pulling one against his shoulder. He looked down over you again.

''I can't wait to watch you try take this.'' He grinned, lining himself up with your wet pussy and taking one, hard thrust into you and you swear you saw stars.

''Dripping wet and tight? Aren't you just made for me.'' He groaned, before he began pounding into you again. You screamed out in pure bliss as he fucked you roughly, before he grabbed neck and choked you just as roughly.

You knew you looked like a quivering mess, your knuckles white as your hands gripped on his bedsheets as you panted like a dog on your back as a man double your age fucked you.

''Harder, Aaron harder!'' You screamed, and he roughly flipped you back over on to all fours. The angle allowed him to fuck you deeper, his cock dragging along your g-spot making you curse repeatedly.

If that wasn't enough, he landed a harsh spank to your ass making you scream at the sensation.

''You want it harder? You won't be able to fucking walk soon.'' He laughed darkly, landing another hit on your ass making you hiss at the stinging sensation.

He grabbed your wrists with one hand, pushing you towards the headboard and holding your wrists up the wall. He let go, so you had to stable yourself before one of his hand grabbed your shoulder to force yourself on his dick harder. His other hand slipped to your clit and smacked it harshly, over and over.

The pure pleasure had tears streaming down your face, and had you moaning his name like it was the only thing you could say.

''Look at this cock drunk little thing, don't worry sweetheart I'm just getting started.'' He smirked into your neck, before his free hand rubbed circles on your clit.

''It feels so good, so fucking good.'' You cried, and he only laughed at your patheticness. You could feel his balls hitting your clit as he snaked his hand up to your tits and it was driving you insane.

He slapped your tit harshly before grabbing and squeezing, his fingers twisting at your nipple making you moan in overstimulation. You were screaming in pleasure, throwing your ass back onto his dick to make sure you were getting every inch of him.

His right hand grabbed your hair, snapping your body back against him as he planted sloppy kisses down the back of your neck. The softness of his kisses and the roughness of his fucking and pace made you crumble and you turned into a whimpering mess.

''You really do make the prettiest sound when your not talking back to me.'' He groaned, his voice dropping deeper as he pounded into you ruthlessly.

''Aaron, i want to see you.'' You whined, and you shocked yourself at your clinginess and desperation to watch him fucking you. He stopped, surprised at your own asking before turning you over and began fucking you in missionary.

He looked so fuckin' fine.

He had a sweat dripping down his forehead, his hair messy and dishevelled and his mouth fell open slightly every time he thrust into you. His arm's were tensing as he held himself, his eyes raking down your body and face like he couldn't take you in enough.

One of your hands flew to his hair, the other grabbing his bicep as he picked up his pace, ''You look so hot writhing underneath me.'' He grinned, letting you grab his hair and pull him into your neck and he left sloppy kisses down your neck and chest.

He steadied himself with one arm using the other to slip down your body before circling your clit and slamming against your g-spot. The relenting sensation made yourself loose control; your body weakened and began to shake slightly as you felt the heat washing over you.

You screamed his name through your orgasm, your body being stabilised by his arms as the tears ran down your face and your nails clawed his biceps. He gave one thrust inside of you and you felt his cum dripping down your pussy as he groaned your name loudly, still holding you through your own high.

He fell beside you, grabbing you softly and pulling you into his big arms and softly played with your hair with his hands, ''You good?'' He hummed beside you, and you gave an amused huff.

''More than good, just regaining my breath.'' You grinned, placing a hand on his muscular torso.

''You looked like you were about to pass out.'' He scoffed cockily, and you felt yourself flush at the statement. It wasn't a lie after all.

''God, i hate you.'' You laughed lazily.

''Oh, like I haven't heard you say that before.'' He grinned, pulling the duvet over the both of you as you laid closer into him.

''Your still a slight asshole hotchner.'' You mused, the both of you finally making eye contact again.

''Your still shit at parking.''

@ssamorganhotchner this one's for you <3

art by @multiverse-mxdness

story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.

This fic contains conduct not suitable for minors. If you are under the legal age of consent in your country, please skip chapters marked on this list with an asterik (*). If you would like a safe for work adaptation, please DM me.

This fic updates on Tuesdays and Saturdays at roughly 5pm EST

THE CAMPAIGN

Chapter One: The Job

Chapter Two: One Minute

Chapter Three: Inappropriate*

Chapter Four: Numbers

BONUS CHAPTER: An Hour*

Chapter Five: Michael

Chapter Six: Amendment*

Chapter Seven: Standstill

Chapter Eight: Election Night

THE PRESIDENCY

Chapter Nine: The Firm

Chapter Ten: Forty Eight

Chapter Eleven: Pressure

Chapter Twelve: Inauguration Day*

Chapter Thirteen: 100 Days In*

Chapter Fourteen: Camp David

Chapter Fifteen: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner

Chapter Sixteen: Circles

Chapter Seventeen: The State of the Union

BONUS CHAPTER: Thanks a Lot

BEYOND THE WHITE HOUSE

Chapter Eighteen: After

Chapter Nineteen: It’s Handled

Chapter Twenty: Sweet Baby

Chapter Twenty One: Moving On

Chapter Twenty Two: Treading Water

Chapter Twenty Three: Worth Our While*

Chapter Twenty Four: Saved

Chapter Twenty Five: Spin

Chapter Twenty Six: 23 People

Chapter Twenty Seven: Arrangements

Chapter Twenty Eight: Still a Chance

Chapter Twenty Nine: The Funeral

Chapter Thirty: Catching Up

Chapter Thirty One: The Offer

Chapter Thirty Two: Bullshit

After Hours

Pairing: Hotch x reader 

Warnings: rough sex, oral sex, office sex, slight gun kink, cockwarming, breeding kink, choking, spanking, degradation, spitting, dom!aaron, dirty talk, ownership, daddy kink

WC: 3k-ish 

Summary: You feel in need of some relief after a stressful case, and Hotch gives you exactly what you need after the team goes home.

It was a long day for the BAU team who had just returned to Quantico after a three day case in Milwaukee. Seven pairs of tired feet shuffled into the bullpen where everyone settled down at their desks to finish up whatever parts of their reports weren’t done on the jet. You still had a fair bit to do, since you spent most of the flight sleeping. At least you had a second wind now, whereas everyone else was practically falling asleep in their chairs.

Hotch was locked away in his office, oblivious to the goings on downstairs. He was always the last to leave, anyways. The rest of the team lasted for about thirty minutes before they all collectively decided to head home and get some rest, leaving just you and Hotch behind.

For the last few months this was the normal routine for you guys. Hang behind until the rest of the team leaves, then get together in his office or at either one of your apartments, though it was almost always the office. It was purely a transaction of pleasure and nothing more, the two of you were very compatible in the bedroom and didn’t want anything getting in the way of that.

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Pirates of the Caribbean + text posts (part 2/??)

FATHER BROWN MASTERLIST (PART TWO)

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Pride x Reader Masterlist

Time With You (fluff)

Ah’m The King

Pride’s Worry (angst/fluff)

Ah’m Sorry (angst/fluff)

Boss Schmoss (fluff/angst)

The King of Jealousy

He’ll Pay (angst/fluff/ *implied sexual assault*) *Author’s Choice*

He’ll Pay - Alternate ending (fluff/implied sex) *Author’s Choice*

Party Crasher (Fluff/implied sex)

Chef Pride (fluff)

Topsy Turvy (Fluff)

Oh Honey… (angst/fluff)

This Town (fluff)

Piano Man (fluff)

Professor Pride Au Series Masterlist (Fluff/angst)

Ah Won’t Lose You Again (fluff/angst)

Come Here Often? (fluff)

C’mon In (angst/fluff)

You’re Innocent (angst/fluff)

The Race Against Time Part 1 (angst)

The Race Against Time Part 2 (angst/fluff)

Don’t Say Her Name (angst)

That’s my Girl

Two Men, One Choice (fluffish)

Comforting Pride (fluff)

A Drunken Confession (fluff)

Pride’s Day Off (fluff)

Down To New Orleans (fluff)

In Pride’s Arms (angst/fluff)

Stressed Out (soft smut)

I’ve Been Bugged (soft smut)

I’d Die For You (angst, death)

Your Caretaker (fluff)

Pride’s Nightmare (angst/fluff) *Author’s Choice*

Not To Worry (angst/fluff)

Night Drive (fluff)

A Stormy Evening (fluff)

I Can’t Take It Anymore (slight fluff)

Ah’ll Make It Up To You (angst/fluff)

You Had A Bad Day (no warnings)

The Dragon’s Lair (crime lord au- no warnings)

Ah Had No Idea (no warnings)

Ten Minutes (angst)

What I Like About You (fluff)

A Magical Night (fluff)

Innocent Teasing

All For You (fluff)

Pride’s Concern (hurt/comfort, brief mentions of drug abuse)

Who’s The Rat (crime lord au- no warnings)

Pride’s Tortured Heart (angst/fluff)

Pride’s Plus One (fluff)

Mine (fluff/angst)

Sweet Dreams (fluff, soft smut)

Interrupted Slumber (fluff)

Surprise Sweetheart (fluff)

Homesick (fluff/comfort)

Needed (angst, hurt/comfort)

Relief (angst/fluff)

Requited (fluff)

Sick Day (fluff)

Cold Sweats (fluff)

Ageless Love (Fluff)

The Deep Hug (fluff)

Comfort In Each Other (fluff)

Sweet Sunshine (fluff)

Gibbs x Reader Masterlist

Don’t Panic (angst/fluff)

Nice To Meet You

A Marine Under the Mistletoe (fluff)

Late Night Takeout (fluff)

Restless Marine (fluff)

You’re Okay (angst/fluff) *Author’s Choice*

A Marine’s Rescue

A Terrible Past (angst)

A Marine’s Valentine (Fluff)

The Docks (fluff/angst)

No Worries (fluff)

Bloodbath (angst/fluff)

Not On My Watch (fluffish)

Turn Around (fluff)

A Snowy Day In D.C. (fluff)

Gibbs’ Confession (fluff)

Gibbs’ Basement (fluff)

Late Night Case

Abby’s Best Friend (fluff)

In Gibbs’ Arms (fluff/angst)

Two Months (fluff)

Gibbs Is Hurt (angst/fluff)

Top of the Hour (fluff)

Was It Something I Said? (slight angst/fluff)

Squad Room Slumber (fluff)

Having a secret relationship with your boss Gibbs would include:

•he knows it’s not supposed to happen, he knows it goes against his own rules, but when it comes to you…he can’t resist.

•and it turns out being quite a lot of fun. Gibbs has a sensational poker face, so he’s able to keep it secret really easy!

•he still smacks you on the back of the head, but he also smacks you on the backside when you’re alone if you’ve been a bit cheeky or tested him.

•SO much teasing.

•it turns out that after a little bit of “training” aka bribery and actually paying attention when you show it to him, Gibbs is a very proficient sexter. He sends you the sexiest, filthiest messages when you’re around Tony, Tim and Ziva…but you’re always amazed at how he keeps such a straight face when you’re reading the message and blush and get all flustered.

•you have to try your best not to be jealous when one of his exes shows up, or when women start to flirt with him. You can’t blame them, he is a silver fox. But he’s yours…you just can’t tell anyone.

•when he brings himself a coffee that’s stronger than anything any human should be consuming to work when he has to be in early, he always leaves your beverage of choice on your desk too.

•SO many secret looks and smirks and stolen kisses.

•when you’re NOT around Abby you too manage to communicate silently through sign language, so you get to flirt often whenever you’d like.

•he’s definitely done all sorts of unprofessional activities on his desk once everyone has left work…and in the lift, and in autopsy (no one tell Ducky), and in M-TAC and somehow even in the Directors Office…you can’t look the Director in the eyes after that particular exploit.

•he manages to get away with taking you to and from work as you live close together and it makes sense to car share. But really it’s so you can spend time together alone, and sing in the car and all the other things that normal couples get to do.

•you don’t often get to go out for dates, but once a week you do go for dinner at his house and watch an old movie together. And it’s always very sweet and wonderful and brings you joy.

•he doesn’t actually treat you any different to anyone else on the team, none of his professional actions towards you are any different to how he treats the others.

•but that said, he trusts you more than the others. He knows they’ve all got his back, but you’ve got his back and more. And that works both ways, he’s always got his eye on you to make sure you’re safe!

•you two regularly have little competitions that the others on the team bet on- like who’s the best shot (Gibbs won that by 1mm), or who can take down Ziva quickest and most efficiently (you won that one- much to Tony’s delight, he found it a very erotic display) and things like that.

•but basically it’s so hard to keep it secret, but at the same time it’s so easy because you love him and he loves you, and your relationship is just part of your life, but it isn’t everything! You’re yourselves first, and a couple second, even though you are head over heels for one another.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

🔥= Smut

Harry

Wait and sing

One bed 🔥

The last straw

Car crash

Hiatus

Jealous

The ex

Shut up

Unsupervised

Red hoodie

Blood and polo shirt

Distance

Training

Grief

Being you

Midnight kiss

Mexico 🔥

Family crisis

Running away

Bra and yoga pants

Fighting with kid

Playing with his hair

Crawling baby

Gossip and nail polish

Welcome home, Daddy

Daughter

Kitten

Playing footsie

Super high

What you got?

Ex-wife

Jealousy

TikTok

Wedding night

No kids

No words needed

from NYC to DC (Rafael x Reader, Gibbs x Reader)

The first meeting (Rafael x Reader + dad!Gibbs)

What are we?

Part 1

Part 2 🔥

No future

Part 1

Part 2

Smut serie 🔥

Oh, you're jealous

Yes, sir

Playing Legos with their daughters

request by @ilovemark1951: Can you do Gibbs at New Year's eve party alone sees reader sitting alone then end up kissing at midnight

hope you like it hun! Happy new year ✨💖

Midnight kiss

Gibbs doesn’t know how he got dragged into this. He never shows up to parties, even less New Years Eve’s party. Ducky Mallard and Abby Sciuto were the ones already there when Gibbs joined NCIS - NIS at the time - and not once, they saw him at the annual party.

But much to everyone’s surprise, Leroy Jethro Gibbs join the party. “It is a party now!” DiNozzo exclaimed when he saw his boss. “Bourbon, Boss?” He offered, and Gibbs nodded.

To be fair, you are the reason Gibbs showed up. You looked what appeared to be sad when he said he wouldn’t come. He couldn’t do that to you. And he could actually used the opportunity to see you outside of work. See you dance, maybe?

You joined Gibbs’ team a few years ago, when Vance became the director. He had been working with Leon in California and he asked you to follow him to DC. Your life wasn’t at its best back then, so you jumped on the opportunity.

You regretted the decision as soon as you started to feel...things for the team leader. But you sucked those up, shut up and kept going. Now, however, it was New Year’s Eve and you had no one to start the New Year with. It made you sad and you questioned your life’s choices while you were nursing your glass of wine.

Standing next to the refills, Gibbs scanned the room and saw you all by yourself at your table. He drunk his bourbon is one swallow, he definitely needed the courage. He walked up to you and sat on the chair next to you. “Not dancing, Y/N?” He asked.

“So that DiNozzo can check my ass? No, thank you,” you smiled.

“Don’t think he would be the only one,” Gibbs confessed.

“Is that right? Who else would?” You leaned a little closer to him and took a sip of your wine. Avoiding your gaze, Gibbs chuckled.

“Probably everyone in that room with commun sense,” he said, finally locking his piercing blue eyes with yours.

“Do you have commun sense, Gibbs?”

Are you flirting with him right now? Is he right to think there may be a chance for him?

“An experiment is required to answer that question,” your face is so close to his, it takes everything in him not to crash his lips on yours. He wants to know the taste of lips and tongue so bad.

“Only if you join me,” you put your hand on his knee, palm up. It took him like forever to slide his hand into yours.

Gibbs didn’t dance though. He stood in the middle of everyone, just staring at you as you moved your hips. He’s Leroy Jethro Gibbs, nobody is going to tell him anything for just standing there, while everyone around was dancing.

A man from accounting checked your ass until he noticed Gibbs’ stare on him. The man could have peed his pants on the spot. “If you keep doing that, I won’t have anyone to kiss at midnight,” you told him.

Gibbs checked his watch. 11:58. “You have two minutes left to find someone,” he whispered in your ear.

“Where’s DiNozzo?” You turned around, pretending to look for your coworker. You actually spotted him and tried to keep a step forward to Tony, but a gentle hand grabbed your wrist at the same moment, making you spin around. Your body ended against Gibbs’ warm one. His hands were now on your waist, while yours were around his neck.

“Give that a try,” he warned you.

“What are you waiting for, Leroy?” You smiled.

“The countdown,”

The last minute seemed to last forever. The countdown could come soon enough. Gibbs dangerously teased your lips with his thumb until someone finally shouted ‘TEN’

Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two.

One.

Everyone yelled “HAPPY NEW YEAR!”, Gibbs finally crashed his warm and soft lips on yours. Not caring for the people around you, you opened your mouth to give access to his tongue. He tasted like bourbon, you tasted like wine.

The good thing about being Gibbs is that nobody dares to interrupt him. He kept kissing you, right here on the dance floor until you both were out of breath. “Happy New Year, Y/N,” he whispered to your ear.

“Best beginning ever,” you smiled and kissed him again.

“gnsdily” and beyond pained Gibbs

I need Gibbs to fuck me with his gun

i completely understand this

but in the nicest way possible

i have to ask

are you good?

Eye of the Kraken.

Movie: Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men’s Chest. Characters: Captain Jack Sparrow x Reader Category: Angst, Angst, Angst __________________________________________ you’re reading part one | part two

Summary: Losing someone you love is hard. But knowing you might be able to save him could change that. __________________________________________________

Elizabeth brushes past me but I ignore her and help carry down as many things as we can possibly hold. Will stands right beside me, on the edge of the longboat that is supposed to hold us all over the cold, cursed water.

“Where’s Jack.” I hiss under my breath, another gun shoved in my hand.

“And Elizabeth-” Williams sentence feels unfinished. I glance over to make sure he is alright as he suddenly freezes. I follow his gaze. I should’t have. Elizabeth and Jack were kissing, quite passionately. I exhale deeply and push Will, pointing down at the boat.

“Go, we have to hurry.” I get out. He does. When I sit, I feel all the weight on my shoulders, quietly creeping up my neck and pounding in my head. I stare into the water, Elizabeth’s boots coming into my sight. She shuffles next to me and squeezes herself onto the bench.

I don’t look at her. I don’t move. She knew the feeling I had for that certain captain- yet she ignored it, selfishly. I glance up at the Pearl, looking for Jack.

“Where’s Jack?” Elizabeth glances at us all, her eyes landing on me last. I clench my jaw, holding back any comments.

“He elected to stay behind. To give us a chance.” Her eyes are clouded with an emotion that I didn’t wish to see. They well up with tears, one of her hands holding my shoulder closest to her. “I’m sorry.” She whispers painfully. I slap her hand away and stand up, ready to climb back up.

“Wait, what’re you doing?” Gibbs tries to hold me back but I fight it.

“I won’t leave without him- he’s our Captain for Pirate’s sake!” I yell and struggle at his grasp.

“Go!” Elizabeth yells desperately, my eyes glaring at her now, my own tears forming in my eyes.

“Don’t you dare- you have no right to-” The boat pushes off. The ship so close but yet out of reach.

“No- no, let me go! If your fingers are any worth to you- stop!” William pushes me to sit down and holds one of my arms. I focus only on the Pearl as it shakes, Jack’s figure growing smaller.

“Jack, Jack!” I yell and his eyes meet mine for a brief moment. I wish to yell that I loved him. But something holds me back. That if I would say it, the goodbye would only hurt more. More than it already did.

The Kraken pulls itself out of the water, his tentacles enclosing around the ship- his many teeth visible to all of us.

I gasp silently, forgetting to fight against the hands holding me in place. My vision blurrs as the beast roars. And the ships starts to sink.

With Jack on it.

“No, no, no, no-” I mumble, my chin quivering while I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to get rid of that image. My tears fall freely, I glance up at Will, Gibbs, Pintel. No one seemed fazed.

“Are you all heartless? Did he not mean anything to you?” I get out.

“He was a great Captain.” Gibbs says.

“He was a good man.” Elizabeth adds and I feel the anger bubble inside me, ready to burst out and cover her in it. Yet- I leave it there, cooking- brewing in me.

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We decided to travel to Tia. The journey was cold and the wind only made it worse. But my mind was too focused on Jack.

The sea pitch black, only lighting our path by men and women holding candles. They follow the boat, showing us the way to the old shack.

I follow after my friends, Tia already pouring glasses with a liquor. I couldn’t care less about what it was and gulp it down as soon as she offers me one. I keep my eyes down as I sit close to the fire.

She stalks closer to Will. I glance up at them. “It’s a shame. I know you be thinking, with the Pearl, you could have caught the Devil and wrestled free your father’s soul.”

“It doesn’t matter. The pearl is gone.” He answers, eyes glancing down.

“-with it’s captain.” I add and Tia’s eyes land on me. A glint in her eyes. I force my own down to the ground again, holding back more of the tears.

“Aye, and already the world seems a bit less bright without him. Tricked us all, right to the end, but that streak of honesty finally won out.” Gibbs says, giving me a small smile that I can’t return. Instead I glance at Elizabeth, to see if she has anything to add. Instead she winces at Gibbs words, drinking another gulp of her liquor.

“To Jack Sparrow!” Gibbs says, holding up his glass, I can’t stand sitting here. I walk outside, closing the door behind me. I look at the water and lean my arms on the fenced porch. I look down, my tears hitting the water. Then my eyes go up to the sky. I hold my glass out.

“To you, Jack.” I whisper and take another painful gulp before pouring the rest of the liquor into the ocean. I break down then, not ready to let go yet. Why would the world take him. Take him away from me.

I decide to pull myself together, the crew never did anything to me. Nothing except being there for my when my family wasn’t.

“-Would you sail to the end of the earth and beyond, to fetch back Witty Jack and his precious pearl?” Tia finishes, eyes on me. My breath stuck in my throat as I glance around the crew.

“Aye.”

“Aye.”

“Aye.”

Gibbs, Pintel and Ragetti agree, my eyes turn to Elizabeth. She hesitates. “Yes.” She finally says and Will nods at her.

All eyes are on me now, my breath deep and heavy. I blink a fee times, my tears away mainly. “Aye.” I answer, biting my lower lip after. Her eyes linger on me a moment longer.

“You all have to really want it. From deep within.” I furrow my eyes at her. She taps her chest, where her heart is and her dark eyes bore into mine.

“I want him back.” I finally admit quietly. She seems satisfied, her smiling gaze not leaving me just yet.

“Very well. But if you are to brave the weird and haunted shoals at worlds end, then you be needin’ a captain what knows those waters.” Then she turns towards the stairs that lead up. A rustling sound vibrates through the shack. Glasses shake, everyone’s eyes glued to the door as it opens, only revealing dark boots to us. They stop at the top, moving down slowly now.

His dirty fingers grab an apple and he comes out of the shadows, Barbossa.

I thought he-

“Now, Tell me, what’s become of my ship?”

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Confusing Relations

For @ilikebritsandbands, who gave me my first smut request, and I was more than happy to oblige. Basically, the reader is in a relationship with Jack, but you both see other people. What you don’t know is that two of your partners have gotten together. Things get…embarrassing. :)

WARNINGS: smut ahead, my friends.

@bonjour-frens @tesserphantom

~3500 words

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           You had been in a relationship with Jack for a long time. Nobody knew that, of course, because it was a bit scandalous to have a pirate as a partner. The relationship was an open one. You both saw other people, but you agreed that such things were okay with both of you. 

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Prompts: 'Bandaging the other and then kissing the injury gently' + 'Shielding the other with their body to save/protect them' <this one changed slightly. Requested by: @spuffyfan394

Pairing: Captain Jack Sparrow x Gen!Neutral Reader

Triggers: Fighting, shooting, and mentions of death and blood (none is graphic in detail)

Words: 1.9k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000

*Angst, Action and Fluff

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As you stared out at the wavy waters your mind wandered to whatever mysterious treasure Jack was after this time. All he had told the crew was that he had a map. You however, he showed the map to. You were one of the few who had remained loyal to him over the years, so he trusted you more than the others. Though, you still had no idea what exactly it was you were looking for.

Looking up at the helm, you watched Jack as he stared at his apparent magical compass. He had a frown on his face. And as he glanced up, seemingly following the pointing compass, his eyes landed on you. You see a small amount of confusion and surprise pass over his face before he looks back at the open water, while shaking the compass slightly.

Had it pointed to you? You felt you heart skip a beat as you remembered what Jack had told you in the past. The compass points to what you most desire.

Before you could really begin to think about it, your eyes landed on a ship in the not so distant water, appearing through the thick fog, coming up right behind you.

Grabbing your scope you looked into it, seeing no navy flags or any colors. "Pirates" You muttered to yourself before looking up at Jack

"Jack!" He looked at you, jumping slightly from the sudden call of his name, watching as you pointed "Oncoming ship!"

Jack looked back, seeing the ship, he frowned before looking through his own scope "Bugger." You heard him hiss under his breath before turning and calling out to Gibbs "Prepare the canons!"

You ran up the stairs and over to him "You know who they are?"

"Yes." He said simply as he turned to you as he pulled out the map from his pocket and handing it to you "Go hide the map."

You met his eyes and realized "Oh." You muttered before grabbing it and turning and running down to his cabin as he yelled out orders to the rest of the crew.

As everyone began to run in various directions, preparing to flee, yet knowing we might have to fight, you got the map, rolling it up and hid it in a secret spot in his cabin. A spot only the two of you knew about.

Running back out onto the deck you staggered as a canon shot hit the back of the ship. Spinning around, you see the other ship gaining fast on the Pearl.

Grabbing your rifle and sword you prepared for a possible boarding as the ship began to get closer. "They're going to try and board!" You yelled out as you saw the men on the other ship carrying out planks.

"Get your weapons men!" Gibbs yelled out as he ran past.

You loaded your own rifle before you aimed and began to fire as the enemy pirates came into view. Seeing the ship up close, you now recognized it. Knowing full well the Captain of that ship hated Jack, and had been on Tortuga at the same time as you all. He must have learned you had a treasure map and came to claim it as his own.

As a shot hit the ship near you, you ducked before moving to hide behind the flag pole, loading and firing your gun again, you watched as Jack began to fire on the pirates as well.

Canon fire began to ring out from both ships as wood started flying, smoke and sparks covering the ship. Seeing some of the pirates begin to board the Pearl, you unsheathed your sword and ran to fight them.

Jack fired his pistol again as he looked down on the lower deck, seeing enemy pirates boarding. His eyes landed on you as you began to fight with another pirate. Quickly making his way down, he began to fire his gun again as well as unsheathing his sword to fight up close.

You hissed in pain as the pirate in front of you sliced the back of your hand with his blade. And as he smirked you took the moment to cut him down. After he fell, you spun around to fight more, suddenly your back met another's.

As you looked back to see who had pressed against you, you saw the side of Jacks face, as he looked back to meet your own "This treasure better be worth it Jack." You scolded.

He smiled "Of course it will be darling. I hope." He muttered the last part quietly, but still loud enough for you to hear.

You rolled your eyes as you began to fight a pirate that ran at you. Swinging your sword at him, you quickly took him down. Seeing another running at you from the side, you turned to fight, but watched as Jack quickly pulled out his pistol and shot him down.

Turning away, you continued to fight, seeing that the other pirate ship was being overtaken by your own crew. You watched as the enemy pirates began to retreat back to their own ship and you smirked, meeting Jack's eyes who smiled at you in return.

Your eyes grazed past him and to the other ship you were beginning to out-take, where your eyes landed on the familiar enemy Captain. Your eyes widened slightly as you saw the Captain raise his gun, ready to fire at Jack.

"Jack!" You yelled as you ran towards him.

His eyes widened in surprised as you did so, and as he turned to see what you saw, his own eyes widened in shock as his eyes met the other Captain glaring gaze. Just as he saw the rifle ready to fire at him, his body was suddenly thrown down.

As he hit the floor of the ship with a yelp, he looked up just in time to see the shot hit you in the shoulder. You staggered back in shock as your body hit the edge of the ship. Jacks eyes widened as everything seemed to move in slow motion as your body began to fall over the side of the ship. He caught one last look at your face, and he felt his heart seem to break as he saw your closed eyes and limp body disappear over the edge.

Before Jack really knew what he was doing, he found himself diving over the edge of the ship after you. His eyes focused on you as you seemed to slip deeper underwater as the waves crashed over you. Reaching out, his hand grabbed your own as he pulled you to him and toward the surface. His mind was racing with fear as he saw your blood flowing through the water from your shoulder.

- - - - -

As your eyes fluttered open, you realized quickly you were lying on a padded cot on a ship. It took another moment before you figured out you were still on the Black Pearl, and in Jacks cabin.

Looking over, you see Jack sitting at his desk, staring down at the compass, the map next to it. You wondered for a moment what it was pointing too. And as he looked over at you, and a smile crossed his face when he saw you looking at him. Part of you knew where exactly it was pointing.

"Hello, love." He smiled as he stood and walked over to you.

You sat up with a small groan, and leaned against the wall "Did we get away well enough?"

"Oh, yes. Had no doubt we would."

You thought back on what had happened before you blacked out, and you brought your hand to your shoulder, feeling a small pulse of pain. "I thought I went into the water?"

"You did." He said as he sat down next to you with a sigh "But you didn't very well think I'd let you drown now did you?" He asked with a slight amused tone.

You met his eyes, and for a moment thought you saw something else, pain, guilt, something that disappeared quickly as he hid it away. You felt a smile tag at your lips at your own surprised thoughts of Jack jumping in the icy waters to save you. You scooted forward, placing your feet on and ground, and looked down at your bandaged hand.

Seeing Jacks hand reach out and grab it, you looked back up at him, somewhat surprised. Looking back down at your hand, you watched as he lifted it gingerly. The bandage was beginning to fall off and Jack shook his head lightly "Tsk tsk. Gibbs was never very good at this." He said quietly as he unwrapped your hand.

You watched as he slowly began to re-wrap your hands. His usual coarse and unsteady hands moving slowly and smoothly, gentle as to not hurt you any further. You were almost astounded at how he was being, how gentle he acted, as though he could hurt you with any wrong movement.

"That was quite the decision you made, love, getting yourself shot." He said suddenly, though softly.

"Well it was better than you getting shot." You admitted.

You saw Jack frown slightly "You shouldn't worry that much about me, love, you'll get yourself killed doing that."

You let out a soft laugh "I always worry about you. And besides, you're my Captain Jack, the Pearl isn't the Pearl without you, it doesn't need me."

A small sad smile crossed Jack's face as he continued to look down at your hand. He had finished bandaging your hand, but continued to hold it in his own. "It wouldn't sit right with me if you got killed 'cause of me. And as for the Pearl." He looked up at the compass sitting on his desk before slowly looking over at you "The Pearl does need you, and it wouldn't feel right without you on board."

Your felt your heart pounding in your chest. Jack smiled as he felt your pounding pulse in your hand. He lifted your hand up to his face, and gently placed a kiss to the top of your hand, not hard enough to hurt you. Looking over at you, he met your eyes with a smile before his eyes fell to your bandaged shoulder. "I could kiss that one too if you'd like." He spoke with a flirty tone.

You smiled and shook your head with a light laugh, making him smirk at you. You glanced over at the compass on his desk "Jack. What does your compass point to?"

Jack looked over at his desk and smiled "The one thing I desire most." He answered, knowing that you already knew that. Meeting your eyes again, he brought up his hand and stroked the side of your face gently "And it's not the treasure that map leads too." He added on with a smile.

You smiled at him and tried to keep your heart from beating out of your chest "And I thought you were a pirate through and through. Treasure before anything else."

Jack tilted his head slightly as he stared at you with a small smirk "Treasure is not just gold and jewels love." He leaned in towards you, his eyes flicking to your lips as he stopped a mere inch from your face "Sometimes treasure is much more valuable." He nearly whispered before he leaned in all the way, pulling you into a kiss.

You brought your hands up to his chest as you leaned into him, his hand moving from your face to the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. Finally giving in to the one thing he really did desire the most. You.

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Description: Kissing and Smiling

Anonymous asked: I’m having a problem when it comes to describing kisses and smiles without using the word lips and still sound natural. Usually, I don’t mind the word, but it seems like I’ve been using it far too often in my writing, especially when it comes to smiles or smirks. Do you have anything to help with that?

Writing smiles and kisses without using the word “lips” is pretty tricky, but it can be done. Just don’t go overboard in trying to avoid using the word. Lips are crucial to both of those actions, so you can’t avoid them entirely. One thing to keep in mind with describing kisses is that lips touching lips or skin isn’t the only thing going on. Hands are roaming, hearts are speed-thumping, and hormones are going crazy—so just spending a little time on what else is going on will both flesh out and lengthen the scene without having to keep describing what the lips are doing. Smiling, at least, gives us a little more to work with. For one thing, there are multiple ways to indicate that someone is smiling:

grinning

beaming

laughing

giggling

chuckling

simpering

sneering

There are also many ways to describe the face of someone who is smiling:

face brightened

face glowing

eyes lit up/sparkled/twinkled

looking delighted/happy/amused/pleased/satisfied

cheeks dimpled

upturned face

And there are ways to describe what the mouth is doing when someone smiles:

mouth upturned

mouth twitched (quick smile)

mouth quirked/quirked up/quirked at the corners

mouth twists with [emotion]

And, instead of smiling, you could describe other visible aspects of the emotion causing them to smile:

doing things with enthusiasm

a bounce in their step, skipping, dancing

swinging arms, tapping feet

showing interest

happy tears

fist-pump, clapping, moving excited

Also, internal aspects that the person smiling might be feeling:

radiating joy

lighthearted

feeling good

being content

(with thanks to The Emotion Thesaurus for help here…) Here are some additional resources for you: Kissing Scenes How to Write a Kissing Scene via letsvvrite Pucker Up! via WriteWorld 5 Steps to Writing the Perfect Kissing Scene via Miss Literati Describing Character Reactions And Emotions: She Smiled, He Frowned

Description: Kissing and Smiling

Anonymous asked: I’m having a problem when it comes to describing kisses and smiles without using the word lips and still sound natural. Usually, I don’t mind the word, but it seems like I’ve been using it far too often in my writing, especially when it comes to smiles or smirks. Do you have anything to help with that?

Writing smiles and kisses without using the word “lips” is pretty tricky, but it can be done. Just don’t go overboard in trying to avoid using the word. Lips are crucial to both of those actions, so you can’t avoid them entirely. One thing to keep in mind with describing kisses is that lips touching lips or skin isn’t the only thing going on. Hands are roaming, hearts are speed-thumping, and hormones are going crazy—so just spending a little time on what else is going on will both flesh out and lengthen the scene without having to keep describing what the lips are doing. Smiling, at least, gives us a little more to work with. For one thing, there are multiple ways to indicate that someone is smiling:

grinning

beaming

laughing

giggling

chuckling

simpering

sneering

There are also many ways to describe the face of someone who is smiling:

face brightened

face glowing

eyes lit up/sparkled/twinkled

looking delighted/happy/amused/pleased/satisfied

cheeks dimpled

upturned face

And there are ways to describe what the mouth is doing when someone smiles:

mouth upturned

mouth twitched (quick smile)

mouth quirked/quirked up/quirked at the corners

mouth twists with [emotion]

And, instead of smiling, you could describe other visible aspects of the emotion causing them to smile:

doing things with enthusiasm

a bounce in their step, skipping, dancing

swinging arms, tapping feet

showing interest

happy tears

fist-pump, clapping, moving excited

Also, internal aspects that the person smiling might be feeling:

radiating joy

lighthearted

feeling good

being content

(with thanks to The Emotion Thesaurus for help here…) Here are some additional resources for you: Kissing Scenes How to Write a Kissing Scene via letsvvrite Pucker Up! via WriteWorld 5 Steps to Writing the Perfect Kissing Scene via Miss Literati Describing Character Reactions And Emotions: She Smiled, He Frowned

For months I've been wondering why I couldn't help but think "Obi-Wan is a bottom".

Then I watched Halston on Netflix.

... I blame Ewan McGregor.

Coming into a fandom late

when you’re watching a movie and u recognize one of the actors in it from somewhere but u haven’t watched any of the movies or shows listed on their imdb

The fun part is over.

War is upon Europe.

When Ewan McGregor smiles. Reblog if you agree

Qui-gon “feel, don’t think” Jinn training Anakin “I feel like jumping out of this speeder” Skywalker is honestly like, The funniest concept. There is no impulse control. Anakin: “I’m gonna jump off this cliff.” Qui-gon, lighting up a joint: “it’s the will of the force.”