Someone Sedate Me - Tumblr Posts
Even with being depressed the past few days..
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays & Happy New Year🤍🙂
Don't think about the fact that Twice only really died now that Toga is safely taken care of and loved by someone else (Ochako).
Don't even think of how Ochako recognized that Toga was loved by the League of Villains and how Twice only really disappeared now that someone else is there to tell Toga she is the cutest and her smile is pretty.
Don't think about Toga knowing Jin's blood was about to run out but letting it go because now she trusts Ochako and feels seen and supported, how Toga's transitioning for something that felt good after all the abuse but wasn't ideal of healthy but someone she will miss anyway to a healthy and good environment for her to heal her trauma and correct her ways, even if she knows it's be hard.
Don't think Twice being proud of Toga and letting her go too and being happy that she's happy and accepted. About Ochako and Twice both reaching for Toga even if they are on the brink of dead and even if they are in the middle of a war. Don't think that the kindness Toga showed to Twice is now returning to her in the form of Ochako.
infatuated p.2 | a.h
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word count: 5.6k words
warnings: cussing, grinding, thigh humping, ptsd flashbacks, blood, guns and knives involved, mentions of religion
mdni por favor
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part 1 here /spencer part here
You had to pinch your side to ensure that this was truly happening. Eyeing Hotch's tense frame his eyes flickering between you and Morgans faces. Morgans signature know it all smirk graced his features, loosening his grip around your waist pressing a soft kiss on your cheek like he hadn't seen Hotch storm over from the bar table.
What in the world am I doing?
I'm never drinking again-
Hotch internally argued with himself shoving down any negative thoughts, his eyes eyeing your sweaty frame against Morgans. Having to hold himself back from ripping his hands off of your waist. Noting how dangerously close they were to your ass.
He had dragged himself over here before he could talk himself out of it, feeling his body sweating bullets. A huge part of him was hoping you wouldn't turn away from him. But by the look in your eye, a small part of him knew you wouldn't.
It felt like an eternity before either of you made a motion to move from your interlocked position. Hotch's heart rate was through the roof not allowing you to see how nervous he was, switching weight from one foot to the other. It wasn't until Hotch cleared his throat that Morgan pulled away from your body. He lingered on your waist pressing another unnecessary soft kiss as a final poke at Hotch, clapping Hotch on the back as he chuckled making his way over to where everyone else was located.
The dark haired man slid into Morgan's spot, his muscular thighs slotted perfectly with yours stealing a breath from you. The music had changed tempo once more, Hotch not wasting a second before guiding your hips along to the beat.
His body moving fluidly with the music. He looked gorgeous under the strobe lights, his watch reflecting the light barely able to focus on anything other than his tan muscular arms. Without you realizing the taller man had mingled you further into the crowd where he knew no one on his team could see what either of you might get up to. His hands had swiftly found their home around your waist, loving how soft and plush you felt under his fingers giving you a soft squeeze.
"You really know how to push my buttons, don't you sweets?"
A shudder ran down your spine at his words unable to form a coherent sentence. He chuckled against your frame pulling you closer to his toned body. His cologne were all your senses could focus on, that and the sweet scent of jack made his scent even more intoxicating.
You could feel the heat radiating off of his body but you couldn't care less. Wanting to put as little layers between the two of you as possible. Pressing your face against his check laying a small kiss on the exposed skin, trailing the kisses down his neck enjoying the tight breaths leaving his tense body. His head tilted back a tiny bit exposing more of his neck to you, your lips not hesitating to attach themselves to his soft flesh. A small moan escaped his lips sending blood rushing down to your pulsing cunt, clenching your legs tighter against his thigh.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You mumbled against his neck, a deep groan leaving his lips as you sucked lightly on a soft spot on his neck. "I was just dancing..."
"You were basically having sex with Morgan in front of me." His chest rumbled as he whispered in your ear his grip on your hips tightening. Hundreds of thoughts were running through your head as you eyed the gorgeous man standing before you. Trailing your fingers down the black polo, tugging him closer to you his breath fanning over your face. "I didn't enjoy watching another man touch you."
"He wasn't just some stranger-"
"He wasn't me."
A whimper left your lips at the possessive tone of his words, feeling your thighs clamp around his muscular leg out of habit by now. Hotch could have taken you right there, his body loving at the reactiveness of your body. His body moving without hesitation tilting his leg higher up a gasp leaving your lips at the newfound friction.
"I-I um..."
Hotch tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear cupping your face with his calloused hands. Parting your lips almost instinctively as you eyed his plump lips. His dark eyes scanned your barely lit face unable to keep his hands to himself any long, restraining himself to respect your boundaries.
"Can I kiss you?"
You didn't even bother to answer his silly question, tugging him by his polo crashing your lips against his. Waves of shock made their way down your body at the overwhelming sensation of your dream come true. You couldn't wrap your mind around the fact that your boss had you in the position you were in; legs parted with his thigh in between you as he kissed you like tomorrow wasn't guaranteed. A small whine left your lips the second they had met, wanting to deepen the kiss even deeper nipping at his bottom lip. Aaron just chuckled at your attempts, not giving you what you were asking for. He took his time giving your mouth a loving kiss not wanting it to ever end.
Your nimble hands clawed at any clothing you could grasp, the soft material feeling nice against your skin wondering what it would look like on your bedroom floor-
"You taste even sweeter than I could have ever imagined."
Something about that sentence was absolutely filthy. Your mind only thinking of Aaron with his head in between your legs, his face glistening in your sweet juices licking his lips as he uttered those words. Recognizing the look glazing your eyes chuckling against your lips, as he trailed soft kisses up to your ear making you shiver at his teasing. Wanting him to just mark you up and down, letting everyone know you were his.
"How about... we save this for your house? Hm? I want to hear what other pretty noises you got locked up in there," Choking on your saliva as you looked at the smug man with a bewildered look, his body untangling from your compromising position.
I'm sorry- what?
My- my house?!
Hotch tugged your dress further down your thighs, saving you from exposing those pretty panties-
Hold it.
No. Keep it together.
Your underwear.
Not...
Not those soaked panties that had left a small wet spot on his dark jeans, having haunted his mind the second he felt you grinding against him like this was a common occurrence between the two of you.
He guided you from the now overcrowded dance floor, his hand remaining on the small of your back as you swayed your way over to your friends where they were still dancing along to the music blaring from the speakers. You hoped you didn't look as disheveled as you had felt, eyeing the table for a drink only spotting Spencers still full drink. Lifting your gaze to eye the brunette whose cheeks were rosy from drinking his fruity drinks, lips wrapped around a pink straw as he hummed to the song being played.
"Do you mind if I have a sip?"
Bending over Elle to whisper in Spencer's ear, the dark haired girl cat called you as she got a full view of your breasts in the dress. Spencer's eyes had also grown wide trying to keep his eyes focused on your blown out ones, popping his lips off the straw about to grab another one for you before you wrapped your pretty lips around the same one his were wrapped around on.
The sight of your lips sucking on a straw were enough to be imprinted in his brain, playing over and over again. Hotch could barely phantom the sight before him. Your body bent over Elle's lap uttering something to Spencer, your ass on full display for him. Wiggling your hips almost tauntingly, the bubbles of laughter leaving Elles lips made you giggle adjusting yourself upright.
"Mmm, I don't think I've ever had this. What's in?"
Elle had wiggled out of her seat off to find another drink leaving you to take her seat as you tilted your head at the brunette whose eyes were flickering all over you. To your glistening thighs, the sweared lip gloss on your lips, the forming bruises on your neck.
His hand tentatively reached out to guide his fingers against the purple blotches knowing full well those were not there when you had left to go dance with Morgan. HIs mind racing trying to figure out who would have been able to leave those blossoming bruises, graciously taking the drink back from you chugging the rest of the vibrantly pink drink back. You raised your eyebrows at his actions a small smile tugging at your lips, cheering him on. Spencer rested the condensed glass back down on the table shaking his head from the cold sensation in his mouth.
"Oh, Spence. You got a little- here." Reaching up to swipe the dribbling liquid from Spencers chin a small sound resembling a whine left his parted lips, eyes roaming over your face as you came close to him.
Before you could utter any words you felt someone slide in beside you, forcing you closer to Spencer almost tumbling into his lap. The bespectacled boy reached out to catch you but someone had beaten him to it. Running his eyes up the arms wrapped around your waist locking eyes with Hotch, whose eyes were ablaze as he tugged you closer to him. You turned to face the stern man enjoying the feel of his hands on you, barely noticing you were practically sitting on his lap as an attempt to keep you away from Spencer.
"Careful there sweet girl."
"Guys! We should do this more often," Penelope shouted throwing her arms in the air, her flushed face could put a fire truck to shame. You giggled at your drunk friend who was clinging onto Morgan for dear life.
"I think it's time for us to head out. Hotch, you and sweets still coming with us?"
"Yeah, If you don't mind."
"Wait, do you- do you think you could take me as well? I wasn't expecting JJ to leave so soon already."
"Let's go pretty boy."
The walk to the car didn't seem to register in your brain, your body still mentally at the bar not noticing the car had began moving until Hotch nudged his arm against yours. Peeking up at the dark haired man whose eyes were eyeing you curiously, trying to gauge how intoxicated you were. He knew you were still sober enough to register every touch he gave you and the changes in music, protesting when Morgan put on a song that 'wasn't a vibe.'
The seating arrangement wasn't ideal in Hotch's eyes as you were placed directly in between him and Spencer, who were both fighting for your attention. He knew he couldn't get defensive yet as you hadn't chosen who you wanted. Letting out a small huff knowing he couldn't bring himself to force you to pick him if Spencer was the one you wanted.
Almost as if the gods wanted to rub it in his face, Spencer captured your attention pointing at something outside of his window. Eagerly leaning closer to the boy gawking at something outside of the car, giggles leaving your lips. Hotch saw the look Spencer had on his face as he eyed your giggling frame a bubble of laughter leaving the brunettes lips as you both leaned into one another at something you had said.
You were closer in age to Spencer.
The two of you were two of the smartest people he had ever met. Having caught the pair bonding over their endless knowledge, sometimes catching them rambling in other languages.
The kid was sweet.
Even if he was pining after the same girl he was pining after.
He could see the two of you together. Way more than he could see you and him together.
Hotch was rough.
He was like the thorns on a rose.
The gravel under your shoe.
The bark to a tree. Never allowing anyone near him.
But you...you weaseled your way in.
Without trying, your sweet smile and soft words crumbled his walls. Your joyous smile was infectious, everyone around you blossomed in a way he hadn't seen. The endless laughter you brought to the team lightened the somber mood Hotch brought wherever he went.
Light and dark.
Sweet and sour.
"Alrighty, sweets. Your stop is here." Spencer unbuckled his seatbelt opening the door about to jump out so you could get out, a grunt leaving his lips as you climbed over his lap wiggling your way out the car nearly tumbling to stone ground. Grasping onto Spencers thigh to support yourself, adjusting yourself before turning to their grinning face a silly smile gracing your lips as you bowed at your near tumble.
"Need me to walk you to the door?"
"I've got her, Spencer. Morgan you're good to go. I'll make sure to take care of her." The sound of Hotch's husky voice rumbling behind you made you twirl around, the corners of his lips turned up as he offered his arm out to you. The sound of Morgan chuckling made Hotch blush a little at how aggressive his words must have sounded, waving to the car as it drove off.
Wrapping your arm around his waist enjoying the warmth, Hotch chuckled opting to wrap his arm around your shoulders as he began trekking towards your door. Your amazed eyes scanned the night sky surrounding you rambling about the stars you could see.
"Did you know that most stars come in pairs?"
Hotch's gaze left your moonlit face to gaze at the twinkling stars, furrowing his eyebrows as he saw them all alone.
"To our eyes, they look like they're standing in their lonesome," Mumbling into the cold air, tightening your grip on Hotch's waist. "But in reality... they have a little partner beside them. Isn't that precious? They're never alone..."
You pulled your gaze away from the twinkling stars to watch Hotch with your full attention, nibbling on your bottom lip at the sight of his dark eyes being lit up by the full moon. Tracing the outline of his face with your eyes. The stubble coming in, the sharpness of his jaw. Catching sight of your tinted gloss reflecting against the moonlight a soft giggle leaving your lips. Hotch heard your giggles and turned to face you catching you already looking at him. Your soft eyes made him soften his gaze, cupping your cheek lovingly.
Nuzzling your cold cheek into the warmth of his hand, sighing softly. "Did you know that stars don't twinkle?"
“Really?”
"Mhmm.. the light coming from the stars has to pass through the many layers of our earths turbulent atmosphere. The changes in density make it appear as if they are twinkling.."
The softest chuckle left Hotch's lips, adjusting his hold on you resting his hands around your waist as you tangled your hands on the black polo. Fiddling with the material closest to his belly button, enjoying the slight hitching of his breath your nimble hands grazing the skin beneath the material.
"They say that.. but a small part of me still thinks they do. I mean, how am I supposed to believe they don't when you look at me like that." You mumbled peering up at him through your lashes. Hotch couldn't believe how sweet and how fond you sounded speaking about him in that tone. "Your eyes twinkle every time I look into them.."
Someone as sweet as you thought so fondly of him then surely, she must see something that he can't.
"Pretty girl... I look at you like that because that's how you make me feel. I haven't felt this- this feeling ever since I looked into Jack's eyes for the first time. I don't even think I could describe it. Other than I want to feel this.. for as long as I can."
The smile on your face grew wider than Hotch thought was possible. Fingers running over the shorter hair by the nape of his neck, tilting your head as you pressed your soft lips against his. Hotch couldn't stop the moan that bubble out of his lips, moving his mouth against your hungrily. Running his tongue over your bottom lip parting your mouth slightly, enough for Hotch to slip his tongue inside and roam your mouth like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.
Moaning into his mouth as he pressed you against your front door, the cold surface cooling your heated skin as you tugged at his hair wanting him closer than you possibly could.
"Hotch-"
"Aaron." He mumbled against your swollen lips, pressing another soft kiss against your mouth as he scanned your face.
"Aaron... want to go inside?" Aaron grinned at how lovely his name sounded falling from your lips, taking the keys from your shaking hands swiftly unlocking the door as he helped inside. Locking the door behind you setting the keys in the bowl by your door, setting your purse on the hooks nearby. Turning to face the living room a soft smile made its way onto his face as he eyed the room.
Hotch had seen your house countless of times. Every time he had come to pick you up before a case, you were always running late dragging him inside your house as he watched you scramble around. No matter what you had offered him a drink- well, more like you shoved a caprisun in his hands and a snack you had found in your pantry.
You've fed him apples, oranges, rice crispy treats, and once you had shoved a blueberry muffin you had just made into his mouth as you scrambled to put your shoes on. Hotch figures this was another way you weaseled your way into his heart. You respected him as your boss but you didn't stop being yourself around him. You were as bubbly around him as you were around everyone else at the bureau.
But something about being in your house after what transpired tonight, felt different. It felt very intimate to be surrounded by you. The blankets decorating your couch making it feel lived in, the candles you had scattered around made him chuckle trying to take in every detail about you as he could. His eyes stopping over a picture frame reaching down to pick it up his breath hitching as he realized who it was.
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You had never felt this stressed in your life. Fumbling for your phone as you pressed your pinned contact. The phone barely rang before a familiar voice picked up.
"Hotch?"
"Sweets? Is everything okay-"
"Have Pen ping my location. I'm approaching the killers house. I found where he's located. Come as fast as you can."
"Woah, slow down. What?"
"Hotch, please. Just-" You ran your sweaty hand down your jeans as you eyed the dark forest surrounding you, swallowing back any regret. "Hurry. I'm going to set my phone behind a tree. The barn is nearby- just go straight. Trust me. I'll be back."
The cold gun clutched in hand as you took deep breaths to regulate your heart rate, running across the large field of grass the barn coming into view. Having tossed anything that could potentially made any sort of noise somewhere in the grass, not wanting to risk giving away your position.
This had been a case 6 weeks in the making, having spent countless of hours trying to find the person behind all of these kidnappings.
His most recent victim; an 11 year old girl.
It had been a couple days, and you knew that the chances of finding her were slim but you hadn't let go of any hope. You knew what you were doing was stupid.
Beyond idiotic.
Going into a potential killers house, no backup, no one who knows where the barn is located, and potentially giving yourself up to be kidnapped as well. But you knew that you had to act now.
You had finally put together all of the clues he had given at the sites of all of his killings. The message was plain and simple.
The girl was to die at midnight on a full moon, when he felt the portal between worlds was the most vulnerable.
His past killings were trail and error, having 'figured out' what God's proper way was. Which is why going on your own was quite literally the stupidest thing you could ever do. But you couldn't allow this little girl die. Not at your hands. You might be a good profiler, but you had no idea what this man would go through to ensure his sacrifice would happen. Whether that was you or the girl, he didn't care.
You had always been light on your feet knowing the weakest points in the grass, never walking heel to toe when you were sneaking. Always toe to heel. Making you an amazing sleuth unlike Morgan's heavy steps, clutching your gun even tighter as you walked around the barn trying to seek a way in.
The barn smelled of smoke and horse manure, crinkling your nose at the smell. Just as you began to rise to peek into a nearby window you heard a girl scream at the top of her lungs. Perking your head up recognizing the sound of the trees echoing her scream back to you, meaning she was no longer in the house.
Changing your walk to a faster slink brushing by the barn and further into where the animals were located outside. Keeping low to the ground scanning your surroundings, almost dropping your gun at the sight before you.
All you could see was the sight of the killer with his hands holding a 10 inch dagger. Your eyes frantically looking for the girl, letting out a sigh of relief as you saw her. But that relief was short lived as you noticed the blood coating every inch of her body. Her tear streaked face broke a part of you as you tightened your grip on your gun, rising from your position on the floor.
"I see you, my troubled child."
The sound of his greasy voice made your jaw tighten making yourself known to him. He only cackled at the sight of you turning to you with open arms, his entire body out for you to see. The only thing covering him was a barely white gown that he didn't bother to tie, his chest covered in blood and grime. Tilting his head at you with a bewildered look in his eyes twirling the dagger in his hand.
"Drop your weapon-"
"Silence!"
You clicked your teeth with your tongue eyeing the deranged man, taking a step closer to him in hopes of getting him to take the bait.
"You have no right to speak to me. I am- I am your God."
"You spoke to me first, Messiah. Now- you will do as I say. You will drop your weapon, step away from the child-"
"All you people do is beg. And beg. And beg! What about what I want?! Huh?! I want to be able to sit around on my ass all day and ask the big man to make miracles.”
A beat.
"Stand before me and confess."
"I have no sins to confess to-"
"EVERYBODY. Including you... has sins. Now confess. Or I will not hesitate to smite you with my all mighty power."
Clearly this man was on another level that you had thought. He was actually convinced he was God. Having to try a different approach, clearing your throat removing your finger off the trigger flicking the safety on raising your hands up as a sign of defeat.
"Surrender your heart to God, turn to him in prayer, and give up your sins."
A wicked smile creeped up on his face," Even those you do in secret. Then you won't be ashamed. What will you be my child?"
"You will be confident and fearless."
The man seemed to calm down a bit at the sight taking a couple tentative steps towards you. You tossed your gun to the side never removing your eyes off of him. His greasy hair glistened in the moonlight grabbing a hold of your arm. His shaky fingers reached with the blade to caress your forearm the shiny metal glinting up at you. Before you could process what was happening he had dragged the knife across your bicep.
A hiss left your lips feeling the blade slice at the different layers of skin and muscle, the warmth of your blood trickling down your arm in a rush. Coating his arm in his crimson blood, his fingers pressing into your arm forcing more blood out tugging you towards a replica of what you could assume was a cross. Forcing yourself to ignore the sensation of your arm going numb focusing on helping the girl before you.
It looked like he put a lot of work into it, crafting it to look exactly like the cross Jesus was hung on. Your eyes flickered over to the girl the sight of her broke your heart. Her hands were tied with rope to the cross, thankfully he hadn't gotten to the nailing process yet. But he had gotten to the whipping. Her poor body was covered in what you could assume was a hundred lashings, her poor head hung in defeat. Every lashing looked like it had begun to scab and then reopened over and over. You swore on everything you would ensure this man rotted in hell for all eternity, clenching your hands in fists beside you.
"Now was that so hard my child... come. Sit. I need you to watch me do God's work. You will see history happen before your very eyes,"
"Sir?"
"Yes, my child-" You did not hesitate to kick the dagger out of his hand, punching him across the face sending the man tumbling. Reaching to your ankle where you grabbed your smaller hand gun holding it over the man whose face was staring at you with a newfound hatred. Not hesitating to pull on the trigger, the ringing echoing across the barn sending the animals scurrying away.
Your hands grabbed your handcuffs from behind you latching them onto his free hand and attaching it to fence behind you. Ripping off a piece of your shirt off leaving your torso exposed, tying the fabric over the blood to cut off circulation in hopes to lessen the bleeding.
The groans coming from the man sounded like heaven to your ears, kicking his leg walking over to the girl. Pulling your knife out from your back pocket cutting her free from the rope her body slumping against yours, whispering sweet nothings into her blonde hair.
"It's okay baby. I got you sweet girl... you're safe." By now you had finally taken notice of the blue and red lights peeking out from in front of the barn, holding the girl close to your chest. Not paying any mind to the mud coating you as you laid against the fence opposite the killer, shielding her face with your warm arms. "You're okay, Sam..."
The sound of your friends footsteps approaching brought you an immense relief, resting your head on the fence the cold air finally hitting you. Fluttering your eyes open as you heard footsteps stopping right before you, locking eyes with a familiar pair of dark brown eyes who were relieved to see you were responsive.
Elle and Spencer worked on trying to remove Samantha from you, the blonde girl clinging to Elle using Spencer to help hold her up as they walked her to the ambulance out front. Hotch tried to find the source of your bleeding hoisting you up before he reached down and picked you up bridal style. Your head resting on his chest as you inhaled his soft scent.
Hotch hurried to rush you to the ambulance, knowing you had lost a good amount of blood resting you on a stretcher allowing the professionals to take a look at you. He turned around to try and grab Gideons attention, your hand grasping his eyes snapping over to look at your doe eyes.
"Please... stay."
"I will. I promise."
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"She was my first save."
"I remember... you had me scared shitless you know. Hearing that gunshot on the phone, I had never sped so fast before in my life. I was screaming at everyone to hurry up, I couldn't bare the thought of losing you." Hotch confessed, running his thumb over the glass setting the wooden frame down. He looked over at you noting the look on your face, reaching over to cup your face snapping you out of your thoughts.
"How about we get some rest, hmm?"
You nodded at his words, kicking your shoes off by the front door motioning for Hotch to do the same. He chuckled gently setting his shoes besides your heels, following behind you as you led him towards your room. Admiring the decorations you had even decorating your hallway, the door at the end of the hall seeming more scary the closer you got to it.
"I-I haven't cleaned my room in a bit. Please ignore the mess on the floor, I could not find anything good to wear tonight."
Aaron just shook his head at your comment, resting his hand on the small of your back. “I am not one to judge, I promise.”
“You say that now,” You mumbled under your breath as you opened your bedroom door flicking the light on.
Your room was about the cutest thing Hotch had ever seen. There was something so simple yet so intricate about your room. Everything in the room looked so lived in and loved. He could see all of your cozy spots, a ledge by your window covered in pillows. Another was a giant bean bag closest to his left tucked into the corner, another blanket adorning the brown fluffy bag.
“You got a lot of blankets.”
“Stop,” Covering your face as the blood rushed to your cheeks, “you said you wouldn’t make fun.”
“I’m not! I’m just stating an observation,” He chuckled, closing your bedroom door behind you. He eyed all of the warm fairy lights strewn across your bookshelf that was overflowing with books that looked worn.
Your bed was the comfiest looking thing in your entire room. It was covered in the puffiest white comforter he had ever seen, another forest green blanked adorning the bottom half of the bed.
Kicking the clothes you had discarded earlier in the night closer to your closet doors.
“Do you need clothes to change into?”
“Do you have clothes that fit me?” Hotch murmured closing the distance between you, wrapping his arms around your waist eliciting a giggle from you.
“I have a lot of the guys clothes here- don’t ask. But, I’m sure Morgan’s clothes would fit you. You wear a medium- medium large right?”
“How do you know?”
“I have my ways,” You winked pressing a soft kiss on his smiling lips, making your way over to your dresser that held both Morgan and Spencer’s clothes. Tugging out a simple black t-shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts, spinning in your heel to face the dark haired man who was messing with a plant you had hanging by your closet.
“Will these do?”
“I would have been fine sleeping in nothing-“
You fake tossed the clothes behind you a cheeky grin gracing your lips. Hotch let a laugh slip handing him the clothes.
“I’m going to change and take my makeup off. I also have an extra toothbrush.”
“Thank god, I did not want to kiss you with this alcohol breath anymore.”
“I couldn’t taste you too much, I was too focused on your tongue in my mouth.” You teased sending a wink his way, closing the bathroom door behind you. You scrambled to remove your dress. Changing into a comfortable pair of panties tugging on an oversized T-shir that you were pretty sure was Spencer’s but you paid no mind. Removing your makeup and brushing your teeth as quickly as you could to make your way back out and finally go to sleep.
You cracked the door open to find Hotch sitting on your desk chair, messing with a fidget toy he found on your desk. You pouted at how good he looked in casual attire, making your way out locking eyes with the man whose eyes trailed down to your exposed legs.
“You could have laid down in my bed, honey.” The nicknamed slipped out before you could register it, a light pink dusting his cheeks as you walked over to him resting in between his legs. He ran his hands over your thighs, peering up at you pressing a soft kiss to your clothed stomach. Running your fingers through his hair, scratching at the skin softly. “You’re so pretty..”
“That’s all you sweet girl.” Hotch mumbled his voice dripping with honey as he tried to take all of you in dressed in such cozy attire. Wanting to be able to come home to you in this state every night. “Come.. let’s get some rest.”
"Will you promise to be here when I wake up?"
"Of course, I will."
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a/n: i posted this aaron version! im posting another part that could be read as a stand alone but will be a follow up to this. i hope yall enjoy lovelies <3
Just had a thought on good omens s1
Do you remember that one scene when Aziraphale is calling Crowley while they are threatening Hastur with "holy water" 🔫?
Aziraphale is like so confused when they hear Crowley voicemail which made me realized 2 things :
First it confirms that Aziraphale is only asking Crowley because they never heard of voicemail ("of course i know who you are, i called you!")
Second THEY NEVER HEARD A VOICEMAIL which means CROWLEY PICKS UP *EVERY TIME THEY CALL* 🥹
I've never seen anyone talk about it but it melts my heart
Tell me does that sounds legit to you too, or is this just me?
patience running thin; jacaerys velaryon
pairing: jacaerys velaryon x f!reader
summary: 'You two were to be wed by the week’s end. He was getting impatient. You were both getting impatient.'
word count: 1.3k
warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, porn w/o plot, somewhat canon compliant, hot HOT make out, fingering, hair pulling, groping, high valyrian used w translation (if it is wrong i obviously don't know hv please forgive me), jacaerys is feral.
a/n: i had to write and publish something about jace pronto i hope everyone enjoys! i may write a part 2 😁 (this is so minimally proofread it is 1am)
“What are you doing here my love?” You said as Jacaerys walked you into your bedchamber and shut your door with his foot.
His eyebrows furrowed. “What can I not see my betrothed?” Jace leaned down crashing his lips upon yours. He needed this every day. Feeling your lips against his helped center him during this crazy war. He wrapped his arms around your back pulling you completely against him.
You two were to be wed by the week’s end. He was getting impatient. You were both getting impatient. He’s wanted nothing more than to be inside of you since the date was set. Every time you two went to share a kiss there was nothing but heat behind it, a simple peck would lead to deeper kisses. Pushed against walls. Hands anywhere they could reach. Hushed moans drowned out by kisses.
He brought his hands from around you to cup your face and yours went to unpin his cloak. It fell to the floor alongside his sheathed sword they both fell and a loud clank resonated around the room.
“I missed you today.” Jacaerys ran his nose from behind your ear down to your collarbone. Taking in your scent. A warm vanilla, he could moan at your smell alone. You had just had your nightly bath.
He walked you towards your bed until the two of you fell on top of your bed cover. He kneeled over you, his mouth was all over your neck and the parts of your chest that were exposed.
Your hands were entangled in his exquisite curls. Gasps and moans left your mouth. You spread your legs and he ran his hand up one, piling your dress around your waist.
“I do not think I can keep my honor intact much longer,” Jace spoke his hand entirely too close to your small clothes.
You let out small gasps reaching your head towards him, wanting nothing more than to grasp his lips yet again.
“Jacaerys.” You whined desperately against his lips. “I cannot wait.”
He groaned and pulled away from you shaking his head. “Do not say that.” He sat on the backs of his legs looking down at you. “I cannot hear that. We marry in less than four days and every day we get closer, I am finding my honor on a very very thin line. I cannot be in control of what happens if I hear that.”
“Does it really count as dishonor when we marry so soon?” You smiled.
“We cannot.” He began to look at your frame. He could see your hard nipples through the thin material of your sleepwear. Looking at your beautiful legs. All the way up to where your dress was just barely covering your most intimate area. You looked so beautiful in front of him.
“We can.” You sat up running your hands up his chest. “And you are wearing too many clothes.”
“We canno-.”
“Jacaerys! Do something, please. Anything I’ll take anything you’ll give me… please.” You couldn’t take it anymore. These past few weeks, you’ve become touch starved for your soon-to-be husband. But touched starved in a place you have never felt him. Between the promiscuous kisses against walls in empty corridors. To the heated make-outs in each other beds. It was simply too much for you. You couldn’t handle it anymore.
You saw something flash in Jace’s eyes at your words. He was on you in seconds. Pulling your night dress down just enough to see the swell of your breasts. “I do not wish to spoil myself of your entirety before we are vowed to each other. I wish not to ruin the anticipation. To see my wife in all of her glory.”
You moaned at the words. He took your lips, pushing you back down on the bed, moaning into your mouth. He was kneeling over you. Your hands were tangled in his hair. This was all too much for both of you.
His cock screaming for release inside of his tight pants. You felt your stomach twisting in such delight. Your skin was ablaze, feeling his hands and mouth all over you. He brought his mouth down to the tops of your breasts, groping one through your clothes with his slender hands.
“Ja-Jacaerys. More. Please.” You struggled to get out through gasps and groans.
Jacaerys pulled his mouth away from your breast. He dragged his hand down from your breast slowly down your side till it was past your dress and going up the inner side of your thigh.
You felt your breath get stuck in a lump in your throat as you anticipated his next move. His eyes never left yours. Beautiful browns. So deep right now they almost looked like were brown mixed with blood red.
He brought his other hand down with him to pull your thin undergarments off of your body. His body had a visceral reaction to the smell of your arousal, which filled his nose as soon as he removed your small clothes. “Ao jāhor sagon se morghon hen issa.” You will be the death of me.
You not being of Targaryen blood, you did not understand what he just said. But him speaking the ancient language of High Valyrian did something to you. “Jace.” You whined.
Jacaerys brought his finger forward rubbing it through you wet folds. You jerked when his finger lightly touched your clit.
His eyes sparked mischievously, “Do you find that pleasurable, my love.” You mewled when he circled his finger over it. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He continued to play with your clit as you threw your hand to the back of his head, rocking your hips against his finger. You whispered in his ear that you needed him to put it inside of you.
He quickly slipped his index finger inside of you and groaned at your tightness. He began to pump his finger. All he could do was look at you in pure awe. Your breasts struggled to free themselves as you arched your back at the pleasure. Sweat droplets pilling up on your forehead. Your mouth was wide open as you let out wanton moans and cries of his name.
“Oh, you are perfect. Please look at me.” Jacaerys spoke when he curled his index finger inside of you trying to see what made you tick. Looks like he hit it right on the spot. He couldn’t help but smirk, feeling a bit arrogant.
You opened your eyes as you let out a loud whimper. Jace immediately crashed his lips to yours in an open mouth kiss full of tongue and spit and lust. He pulled away, keeping his finger curling into the soft spot inside of you.
You looked down at the tent in his pants and couldn’t stop yourself from reaching your hand out to touch your prince but he immediately protested.
“If you touch me there that line of honor I have will snap. Do you rea-,” Jacaerys began before he was cut off by a knock at your door. Jacaerys stopped what he was doing and looked at you with wide eyes. “Tell them to go.” He leaned down and whispered against your lips.
“I am feeling a bit unwell. Please could this wait till the morning?” Jace smiled at you and then took your lips again. His hand resumed its actions as well.
“Little prince, I know you’re in there. Your mother is waiting for you at the painted table.”
Both of your faces blanched as you recognized no one other than Daemon Targaryen on the outside of the door.
Jacaerys removed his finger from inside of you and you hissed. He gave you a quick kiss before getting out of your bed to straighten himself up.
After he donned his cloak again, he gave you another kiss. “I will see you in the morning, Princess.”
You smiled at him as he helped get you situated under your covers. He was out the door before you could help him fix his hair. You laughed at the thought.
Me when a song is sung with raw emotion and a shaky voice:
AND I KNOW NONE OF THIS WILL MATTER IN THE LONG RUN
BUT I KNOW
A SOUND IS STILL A SOUND
AROUND
NO ONE
AND WHILE
IM. IN. THIS. BODY
I WANT. SOMEBODY. TO. WANT
AND I WANT WHAT I WANT
AND I WANT
Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
To Love Me
Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
suspiciously specific details about the version of Matthew Gray Gubler ive invented in my head:
- he definitely paints his nails
- he cries after he gets angry because he feels bad for being mad at someone (same)
- he has/had body image issues (also same)
- his favorite flavor of coffee is either pumpkin or blueberry
- he's wise as hell and doesn't even realize it
- he loves going on walks and would definitely be a plant dad if he didn't have to travel a lot
- he's a James Potter variant
- he's math/science smart rather that English/history smart
- his favorite animal is a hyena or something so far from stereotypical it's insane
- he struggles with mental health
- he's inherently against racism, sexism, and homophobia
- he's a hopeless romantic
enjoy<3
“Anyways, don't be a stranger!” I shouted after her. Knowing she never could be a stranger, even if she tried. I'll still know her favorite colors and why she cries on her birthday. I'll still smell her perfume and taste the tears I tried so endlessly to lick dry. I'll still know her, in darkness and in light. Night and Day. Sun and Moon. always each other’s, but never able to touch for fear of destroying each other and ourselves.
me, thinking about Scott Street
i just started sobbing because they changed the teacher on my online classes. I think I need to go to bed.
guys I wrote wincest smut for the first time and idk if I should post it or not, what do y'all think? it's already up on Ao3 but I'm not sure whether I should post it here. y'all can decide!
(also this is my first ever work so keep that in mind!)
I wanna know if Kripke named the brothers Winchester, after the Winchester Psalter. As in the ancient, --Closing The Gates Of Hell-- Winchester Psalter. bc I'm in an art history class and I noticed the names and the descriptions, and then I looked at the art. and I was like. what the fuck. some art history nerds pls tell me if I'm crazy for this or not.
also. there's an angel in the specific scene of the Psalter I'm talking about. the Gates of Hell scene. there's an angel laying in front of the gates, keeping it closed. Why do I feel like the writers just took the damn thing and thought "huh. let's make a show about this".
or even that they tied this in to show sam's genuine connection to Christ, or him being the Christ. The writers finding this coincidence and exploiting it, or knowing from the beginning.
Showing us that he (Sam) truly had been prophesied to exist since the 12th century. had been born, maybe to save the world a few times, but ultimately die. and maybe dean saved him from that, allowing him to live happily ever after. After all, the whole story of Jesus was about sacrifice, right?
I wanna know if Kripke named the brothers Winchester, after the Winchester Psalter. As in the ancient, --Closing The Gates Of Hell-- Winchester Psalter. bc I'm in an art history class and I noticed the names and the descriptions, and then I looked at the art. and I was like. what the fuck. some art history nerds pls tell me if I'm crazy for this or not.
guys how do I tell if I'm arospec or not. society makes it so hard to tell bc everything is always sexualized and/or romanticized. but how do i know if i feel things romantically if society only differentiates between platonic attraction and romantic attraction through sex.
yes I love my best friend and I want to know them and be near them for the rest of my life. but does that mean I'm romantically attracted to them? or do I just platonically love my best friend??
help.
guys please give me random fucking asks. literally anything, I'm absolutely bored out of my mind bc for some reason my stupid fucking brain is broken and doesn't want to do anything while simultaneously begging to do literally anything.
anyway thanks :)
why does everything feel so samdean coded. specifically, July - Noah Cyrus and i remember everything - Zach Bryan. it's become an obsession
dean and ketch should've had a one night stand in the apocalypse world
here's my wincest playlist bc why tf not
have fun yall
imagine walking through your yard w a cap on backwards and your sister thinks you're a dude (you aren't out to her) and never take the cap off after that
WAS THE ANGLE NECESSARY PART FUCKING TWO