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Wrong Tardis (Ninth Doctor x M!Reader/ Tenth Doctor x M!Reader)

I'm not a huge fan of Nine but I'm slowly going back and watching his episodes and he's kinda growing on me.

Not sure if he's ooc here (though I'm like 90% sure Rose is) but whatever. I'm super excited for tomorrow's special and really wanted to write more for this series.

If you have any requests for this series send me an ask! (just keep in mind I have my own plans for big episodes like Silence in the Library or End Of Time.

Wordcount: Just over 1k

Series masterpost

The Tardis was old, like really old, like when the Doctor stole it it was already in a museum old. So occasionally it glitched, nothing too big. That is until it glitched and teleported you you to Cardiff 2005.

That was a whole earth year before you even met the Doctor. On the plus side the glimpse of his face you saw before you were teleported told you he would find you and come to pick you up, it was only a matter of time so you walked around.

You had yet to be in Cardiff in 2005, you'd been in to Cardiff circa 1910 but not 2005 so you look around, you saw the sights, you people watched for a bit and then you saw a familiar blue box.

"About time" You told yourself as you walked in.

"Did you fix the timezone processor?" You asked, happy to be back. By your calculation is had been about 3 hours.

"Who're you?" Asked a blonde woman who'd put herself between you and the Tardis console. You blinked.

You may have jumped to conclusions.

Looking around the inhabitants of this Tardis were very much not the inhabitants of yours. You only recognized one face. Captain Jack Harkness (Though he wasn't traveling with you when you'd been teleported away).

"You're Rose Tyler" You said to the woman who stood in front of you and she nodded.

"Yeah, and who are you?" She asked again. By now Jack and the Doctor, or the man you assumed was the Doctor were looking at you wearily.

You looked to the Doctor, his hair was darker and buzzed close to his head, his forehead creased in ways your Doctor's didn't and his ears were definitely larger than you remembered them being. Looking into his eyes calmed you though, because those were definitely the eyes of the man you loved. Though perhaps a few years younger.

This was the Doctor before you'd met him. before he knew you existed, maybe even before he destroyed Gallifrey.

"Well? Aren't you gonna answer her?" Asked Jack all three were looking at you expectantly.

"I'm an anthropologist" You finally said.

"An anthropologist?" Rose asked and you nodded.

Both Jack and Rose looked at you intently, not really buying it.

"Is that your name?" Rose asked wearily.

"No" You answered honestly, "But I can't tell you my name. I'm sorry." You told her and once again looked at the Doctor. He hadn't said anything yet.

"What do you mean you can't tell us your name? Why?" Rose asked.

"Because he's from the future Rose" The Doctor finally said, climbing down from the ladder he was perched on when you burst in.

"Aren't you?" He asked and you nodded.

"You're from my future" He said and you smiled almost sadly.

"Inquisitive as ever Doctor" You told him.

"I should go" You said, slowly turning around.

"Wait, if you're really from the future how come you were so shocked to see us? Don't you know us? Like, the future us?" Rose asked.

"He can't tell you anything Rose, it could put the whole timeline at risk" The Doctor said.

"He's right, I really shouldn't even be here. I thought this was my Doctor's Tardis coming to finally pick me up."

"Finally? How long have you been here?" Jack asked.

"About three hours" You told him.

"Does that mean there's another version of the Doctor wanderin' around Cardiff right now?" Rose asked and you chuckled a bit.

"No, we had a bit of glitch—" "With the timezone processor?" The Doctor asked.

"I can't tell you that" You said but he smiled at you with the cheeky little smile that only this face must have because you'd never seen it before and you sighed, "Yes with the timezone processor".

"What's a timezone processor?" Rose asked.

"It's what keeps all occupants of the Tardis in the same time bubble in flight" Both you and the Doctor said together, the two of you looked at each other.

"It's going to be your fault you know. You don't check the timezone processor enough and at some point it's going to act up. I want you to remember me saying this when I see you again. It's your fault" You told him but your voice held no malice, quite the opposite, it was loving teasing and both Rose and Jack could tell.

"I'm gonna go meet Mickey at the train station" Rose said and she grabbed Jack with her as she left. Leaving you and the Doctor alone but not before looking at the Doctor one last time, smiling and giving him a big old wink.

With just the two of you left the Tardis was quiet except for the soft whirring of the engine as it fueled up.

"How do you know what a timezone processor is?" The Doctor asked.

"I can't tell you" You said.

"When are you from?" He asks.

"I can't tell you that either" You repeat.

"Then can you tell me why you're looking at me like that?" He asks.

You step closer to him and gently cradle his face in your hands.

"I've never this face before" You simply say.

"What are you to me?" He asks.

"One day you'll find out. One day you're going to look at this face and smile and you're going to call me brilliant and when you do you're going to remember this and who knows, maybe I'll see this face again" You told him and kissed his cheek.

The wheezing sound of the Tardis landing could be heard faintly from beyond the wooden doors and you smiled widely.

"See you soon" You said and turned around, walking out to hopefully find your Doctor waiting for you.

Outside the Tardis stood another blue police box with the door open and the Doctor stood outside.

"There you are! We've been looking all over for you!" He said. His face was covered in oil and grease.

"Did you fix the timezone processor?" you asked.

"Eh, eventually" The Doctor said.

"And was it sparking because of a loose wire from when we crashed on Auros?" You asked, admittedly somewhat condescendingly.

"Yes" The Doctor mumbled and you rolled your eyes.

"I told you to check it" You said as you walked inside. The Doctor closed the door behind you.

"Y/N" He said, calling your name and you turned your attention from the Tardis console to him.

"Yes love?" You asked.

"Have I told you that you're brilliant?" He asked and you smiled.

"Not recently, no" You said.

i stopped writing for a lil sorry y'all i got burnt out lol so here's this fic a few days late comfortember day nine: aftermath

aaron hotchner x male reader you and aaron pretend to be husbands to catch an unsub. word count: 3.1k content/warnings: fake dating, kissing, mentions of violence/weapons, pre-relationship, feeeelings comfortember masterlist here! also on ao3!

the waiter

“You sure you’re ready for this?” Aaron asks, tugging on the fancy blazer Dave had lent him. “We don’t have to do this, remember, there are other options.”

“Oh, yeah?” You reply, adjusting your tie. “And what would those be?”

“We can send Morgan and Reid in. Dave and Morgan? Reid and D–"

“Jesus. Are you sure you want to do this? Seems like you’re tryna find a way out, Hotch.”

He pauses and tilts his head at you. “I never said that. It’s just…”

“Just…?”

But before he can reply, Dave is knocking on the door and walking inside without waiting for a response. “You guys ready? The reservation is in 20 minutes and I know they’d prefer it if you were 5 minutes early.”

“We’re ready, yeah.”

“And I don’t have to remind you two how important it is to stay in character, do I? Pretend to be rich, pretend to be in love, pretend you’re celebrating your wedding anniversary, and everything should go according to plan.”

“Yes, sir!” You say sarcastically, saluting at Dave and laughing when he rolls his eyes. “You gotta trust us, we can do this.”

“Yeah, Dave, it’ll be a piece of cake.”

Dave nods with a smirk. “Sure it will.”

Aaron turns to you. "We can pretend to be in love, right?" 

"Right," you say, breath catching in your throat as you silently pray it’s not clear how much those words affect you. "'Course." 

You both miss the amused look Dave sends you.

Once you’re both dressed to perfection, Derek gives you your earpieces and sends you on your way to the restaurant. As you walk inside, Aaron’s large hand in yours, you keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. You feel out of place as you look around the lavish area, noting how the interior design is made mostly of red and gold to appear more inviting. A few people look at you as you pass by, offering you polite smiles which you return casually. Everyone is a suspect to you and you can’t help but feel on edge.

A sweet woman walks you to the table and Aaron pulls out your chair for you, pressing a gentle kiss against your temple as you smile and take the seat. It makes your stomach tighten and the woman giggles sweetly at the gesture before telling you the waiter will be with you shortly and leaving to greet another couple at the door. Aaron smiles and takes his seat across from you, looking as if he’s about to reach out for you but hesitating. It’s silent for a few moments before you laugh and stand up, moving your chair around the table to sit beside him. 

He raises an eyebrow at you, grinning; you can’t tell if it’s fake or not. “What are you doing?”

“Playing the part,” you reply with your own grin, resting your hand on his arm in a loving gesture. “Can’t exactly speak through subjects across a table when anyone can hear, can we?” A waiter smoothly walks by carrying a few trays and you squeeze Aaron’s wrist. “Shall we order wine too?”

“Of course, love,” Aaron replies, “if that’s what you want.”

Tonight’s going to be much harder than you thought.

After your far-too-expensive food and drinks get to the table, Aaron smiles at you, eyes bright and genuine, and your stomach twists. It feels real… too real. As you stare at him back with just as much love, mind going into overdrive, you catch sight of a man watching you from the back of the room with what can only be described as a sinister look. Before you can even think, you're leaning forward, pressing your lips against Aaron's cheek, and hearing his sharp inhale. "Man in red vest and blue shirt, twelve o'clock. Looks suspicious." 

You nuzzle your nose against Aaron's slightly as you wait for his response, feeling light-headed as the smell of him completely washes over you. "Right…" he breathes, looking completely dumbfounded for a moment before managing to regain his composure and putting on a casual smile, eyes still distant. His lips, to your surprise, find yours for a brief, chaste kiss. "I'll be right back."

He's standing up before you can say anything. This isn't part of the plan, you think to yourself, but there isn't much you can do other than sit politely and pick at your food as you wait for him to get back. 

Derek speaks over your earpiece, asking where Aaron's going as if you can answer, and you’re keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity when the waiter you pointed out before reaches your table. 

"Are you enjoying your food, sir?" He asks with a smile that doesn’t feel natural.

"Yes," you reply, smiling at him. "It's very good." 

"And is your…” he trails off, glancing down at your hand and smirking, “husband enjoying his food? I noticed he left; is something wrong?"

You feel a pit begin to grow in your gut as the man stares at you, confident and polite but with a dark glint in his eye. "No. He just went to the bathroom, he'll be back in a minute. Thank you for checking, though.”

“Of course, sir, I’ll leave you be.”

As he walks away, you keep an eye on him. He walks with a small limp, something that you had put in the profile a few days ago, and your heart hammers in your chest. “You think that’s him?” Derek asks over your earpiece. You pick up your fork with your left hand, a signal that tells him yes, you do, now get me outta here, and you hear him huff out a humourless laugh. “Okay, pretty boy. Just remain calm and enjoy the rest of your date with Hotch.”

“Rest of my–” you catch yourself saying before you can stop yourself, covering it up with a cough as someone glances at you.

“Mhm. You didn’t think we’d pull you out the moment we figured out who it was, did you? That’d be suspicious, man.” There’s a smirk obvious in his voice and he laughs. “Don’t have too much fun.”

And then it falls silent, Derek switching off his mic. You silently curse to yourself as Aaron takes a seat beside you. He gives you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I didn’t realise I needed the bathroom until that moment.”

“Maybe you should slow down on the wine, yeah?”

His hand, already raising the almost empty glass of expensive wine to his lips, pauses and he gives you another sheepish smile. “Right. Yeah. Just…”

“Nervous?

Aaron blinks. “You could say that.” He picks up his fork and takes a small bite of food, looking awkward for another moment before his face completely changes and he gives you a smile, dimple and all, that has your heart hammering wildly in your chest. “This food’s really good.”

“That’s to be expected when the food’s this expensive.”

“That’s what you’d think but I once went to a gala that had these really expensive entrees that tasted… well, bad. And they gave me food poisoning for a week.”

“Really? Please tell me you took that week off from work.”

He grimaces. “I should have, but I didn’t. Wasn’t pleasant.”

“Oh, Aaron,” you sigh, reaching out to grab at his wrist. “You need to start taking care of yourself.”

“I know,” he mutters. “That’s what I have you for though, isn’t it?” He takes your hand in his and you feel the blush spread across your neck and cheeks at the warmth of it. Someone brushes past behind you and out of the corner of your eye you can tell it’s the unsub. Aaron gives you a look to tell you to play along, although you realise it wouldn’t take much convincing to have you in a situation like this with him in the first place. “I’m so glad I met you.”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Me too. You mean a lot to me, and I’m so glad I met you that day at…” you trail off, knowing you can’t say what you actually mean, even when you want to mention how you met on a murder case that ended up being the reason for your recruitment at the BAU. “At that park. If your dog hadn’t run up to mine…”

“I know,” he grins, biting his lip to stifle it. The waiter still dawdles behind you, acting as if he’s clearing the empty table nearby. “I guess we’ll forever have to thank Hazel for putting us together, huh?” 

“And Piper,” you reply, running your hand over his and smiling at him. Your stomach tightens when he leans close and laughs a sweet laugh. “We’re getting ahead of ourselves, though, sweetheart. We should eat our food before we start reminiscing on these past few years, hm?” 

“I guess you’re right,” he chuckles, moving back and leaving you suddenly cold. “I just like talking with you.”

“We’ll have many more years to talk in the future, honey.”

A soft laugh from behind you pulls you from the moment and you risk a glance to see the unsub walking away with a smirk on his face that makes your stomach churn. Instead of focusing on him, however, you turn back to your food and begin to eat, knowing that your team is there to keep watch.

After almost an hour of food, wine, small talk, laughter, and more wine, you and Aaron finally finish up with the date-not-date. You call for the bill and as you stand, Aaron trips over his feet and stumbles into you. Catching him in your arms easily, you can't help but laugh at him. 

"Don't laugh," he says, chuckling himself. "I'm just a little…" 

"Drunk?" 

He straightens up, placing one front in front of the other and immediately leaning back against you for support. "You could say that."

You smile at him, feeling your face flush at the closeness of his beside yours. Patting his firm chest twice, you begin to walk toward the doors. "Come on, honey, let's get you home, yeah?" 

"Mhm, wanna go home with you so bad." 

Your stomach drops at the 'admission'. As you tug him out of the door, thanking the man who holds it open for you, you can feel eyes on the back of your head. All the hairs on your neck and arms stand up and the familiar sense of danger curls deep in your stomach. Aaron follows your lead, arm slung lazily over your shoulder, rounding the corner with you. 

Once you're both out of sight of the restaurant and hidden away in an alleyway, Aaron pulls away from you and straightens up with ease. You feel cold at the loss of contact, instinctively wrapping your arms around yourself. 

"That went as well as it could have," Aaron says, suddenly sober and professional. "He should be coming after us anytime soon." 

"Right, yeah," you reply, before speaking into the mic attached to your shirt. "You got eyes on the unsub, Morgan?" 

"Seems he's making a sneaky escape out the back door," he replies, voice crackling over your earpiece. "He's heading your way now."

"Ready to win an oscar, Hotch?"

Aaron grimaces. "Don't." 

A smirk makes its way to your lips despite the dread pooling in your stomach. "You don't think this is gonna be fun?" 

Aaron pulls you close to him and wraps his arms around your waist. You gasp, looking up at him to see his eyes glued to your lips and he's flushed a pretty pink. "I never said that." 

"He's gonna be with you guys any second now," Derek says. “Get into position.”

Taking that as his cue, Aaron pushes you against the closest wall and leans in close, his lips hardly brushing yours. Your heart hammers wildly in your chest and all you want to do is close the gap but you can't. There's no need to kiss him when it looks like you already are from an outsider's perspective. But surely if you casually tilt your head as if to look over his shoulder and your lips happen to meet his… that'll be acceptable, right? It can be classed as a mistake, can't it? 

Before you can stop yourself, your lips are pressing against his and he's gasping into the kiss. Time seems to stretch on forever at that moment, your heart completely coming to a stop as your mind buzzes, and then he's pushing his mouth against yours in desperation. His lips are blindingly hot against yours and you feel like you might pass out then and there.

It's over the moment your heart starts beating again, Aaron pulling back and turning with his gun in hand and pointing it at the unsub all in one swift motion. Your own gun is in your hands due to pure instinct alone, pointing toward the man a few feet away with a terrifyingly large machete in hand. 

"FBI," Aaron says, voice sharp, "drop your weapon." 

"I wasn't gonna do anything, man," says the waiter, taking a few steps back in fear. "I was just…" 

You snort. "Taking your machete out for a walk?" 

Derek runs around the corner at that moment, the rest of the team following suit. They're quick to arrest the unsub, Emily carting him toward the cop car that rolls up beside the alleyway as Dave smirks at you and Aaron as if he knows something you don't. 

The next three hours are spent interviewing the waiter, confirming he's the serial killer, dealing with paperwork and press, and sending him to be locked away. It's a whirlwind of time that passes in what feels like seconds and soon enough you find yourself back at the hotel, unsure of what to do. 

You and the rest of the team are stuck in the state for the night and you feel restless. The night catches up to you and, despite being exhausted, you can't stop replaying every look and touch and word that you shared with Aaron. 

And the kiss. 

Fuck, the kiss. 

Feeling as though you should apologise, you're up and on your feet and out of your hotel room before you can think it through. You walk down the hallway, take a sharp left, and quickly find yourself nearing Aaron's hotel door. You raise your fist to knock but it's no use–the door is already opening and Aaron is standing there staring at you in surprise. 

"Hi," you say, feeling rather stupid. 

"Hello." 

The two of you stare at each other for a few seconds, unable to speak.

"We should talk, shouldn't we?" You finally supply. 

"Yes."

"Can I come in?" 

Aaron hesitates but only for a moment. "'Course." 

The moment the door closes behind the both of you and you're alone with him in the small room, you're suddenly aware of what could happen. Of what you want to happen. It makes you more nervous than you’d like to admit.

"I shouldn't have kissed you," you blurt out before you can chicken out. "That was… unprofessional." 

"It was," he replies bluntly. "Although I initiated it." 

"Well…" Yeah, you couldn't argue with that. "So… we good?" 

"Yeah," he breathes out, reaching out to shake your hand. "We are." 

You sigh in relief and take his hand in yours, smiling at him and thanking every star in the universe for not being put in his bad books. But as you shake his hand, feeling the warmth emanating from him, you're drawn closer and closer until you're standing so close you're sure your noses could brush against each other. 

"Hotch?" You ask, voice hardly a whisper.

"Hm?"

"Would it be stupid if we kissed again?" 

"Yes." 

"But we're going to, right?" 

"Yes." 

You press your lips against his immediately, feeling him melt against you as all tension dissipates from his body. His hands find your back, one sliding up and over your shoulder as the other rubs gentle circles over your shirt, and you wrap your arms around his neck. The kiss is soft and sweet but there's an underlying desperation to it, lighting your veins on fire. 

Aaron pulls back abruptly.  “We shouldn’t do this,” he whispers against your lips, large hands moving to hold your face close to his. He’s breathless, with a light blush on his cheeks, and his eyes are half-closed. “We… we shouldn’t.”

You press your lips against his again and he reciprocates immediately, pulling you back into him. “We should,” you say into the kiss. “What’s the harm?”

“I’m your boss. People will talk.”

“Then let them.”

"But–" 

"Aaron, if you try to make another excuse, I'll walk out and never bring this up again. I wanna kiss you, I don't wanna feel like you're not enjoying this as much as I am." 

That shuts him up immediately and his lips are back against yours with more ferocity and passion. His hands remain on your cheeks, holding you as if you might break.

"I've been wanting to do this forever," he mutters against your lips, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. "Ever since I saw you take down Elliott Davies." 

"That was the second case we worked together." 

"I know." 

You laugh against his lips, kissing for a few moments longer before pulling back and smiling at him. "Is this really something you're interested in pursuing?" 

Aaron seems to struggle to process the question for a moment, eyes glazing over as he thinks, but he eventually gives you one of his rare smiles, dimples and all. "Yeah, it is."

"Even though you'll have to do a bunch of paperwork?" 

He exhales dramatically, resting his forehead against yours even as he pretends to be annoyed. "Never mind, no longer interested. Already have enough of that to last me a lifetime."

"What if I told you I'd split it with you?" 

"Would you really?" 

"Well… no, but–" 

"I thought we were having a romantic moment there," he pouts, his eyes sparkling as he laughs.

"But I would. If I meant I could spend more time with you." 

"Oh, there we go," he whispers, grinning as he kisses you again. "That's what I like to hear." 

"Paperwork is only fun when you're with someone else, yeah?" 

"Exactly," he nods, kissing you again. And again. And once more for good measure. "Now, what say we get some rest and pick this back up in the morning once we're home and rested up? We can discuss it all officially then." 

"That sounds nice. I hope you mean over coffee though, and not over paperwork." 

He laughs. "What about coffee and paperwork?" 

You drop your head on his shoulder with a groan, shoulders shaking as you begin to laugh. He laughs along with you and soon enough the two of you are unable to stop laughing. 

"Who would have thought this would be the aftermath of catching a serial killer?" You ask. 

"Hm, I don't know," he shrugs, "it's passed my mind a few times." 

"As well as dealing with paperwork together?" 

He laughs. "Wouldn't wanna do anything else." 

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AHHHH FIRST FIC OF COMFORTEMBER YEAHHHH >:D comfortember day one: safe aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader after having a rough night out, you call aaron and he rushes to find you immediately. he fixes you up and the two of you finally admit how you feel about each other. word count: 1.5k warnings/content: mentions of fighting and alcohol but mostly fluff. also on ao3 <3

you make me feel safe

Aaron wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing beside him. It gets to the fourth or fifth ring by the time he grabs it and anxiety bubbles low in his gut when he realises it’s you calling at almost three in the morning. Answering the phone, he immediately asks, “Is everything alright?”

“No.”

He’s up and out of bed instantly, throwing on the first shirt he finds and the closest shoes to the bed. “Tell me where you are.”

“I’m at, uh, I don’t, I’m… somewhere. My mind is all over the place.”

Aaron’s heart hammers widely in his chest. “Somewhere? Can you look around for me and see if you recognise something? Anything?”

“Okay,” you reply, voice shaky. After a few moments, you clear your throat. “I’m outside the bar we all went to a few weeks ago.”

“The Tipsy Ship? The one closest to work?” 

“Y-yeah, yeah.”

Aaron grabs his keys and runs out of his house, not even thinking about locking the door as he runs toward his car. Jack is sleeping over at JJ's; the house will be fine unattended for now. “I’m on my way. Are you hurt?”

“I think so.”

“You think–” Aaron stops to take a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment before shoving his phone into its holder and slamming his car door shut. “Don’t worry, I’m on my way.”

“Can you stay on the line with me?”

“Of course.”

***

When Aaron reaches the bar, his heart breaks at the sight of you standing alone outside. He tenses up once he notices that, not only are you alone, but dry blood covers your face, there’s a large bruise forming on your cheek, and the knuckles of your dominant hand are cracked and bloody. “God,” he mutters, running straight for you and grabbing you by the shoulders. He can smell an overpowering scent of alcohol on you and he winces. “What happened? Where’s the bastard that did this to you?”

You point toward an ambulance down the road. “The coward freaked out when I punched him back and thought he needed medical attention. Most they’re gonna diagnose him with is Dumbassery and Stupid Prick Disease.” You look back at Aaron and weakly smile. “And maybe a concussion.”

Aaron can’t help it, he laughs. “At least you haven't lost your sense of humour. But let's get you home and cleaned up, alright?” 

“Can I go to yours? I don’t really wanna be alone right now.”

He smiles. “Of course you can.”

***

Aaron holds a wet cloth to your face, reaching out to grab your chin between his fingers gently when you flinch away. “Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s cold, is all.”

“Sorry,” he repeats, gently dabbing away the dried blood under your nose and the corner of your lips. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“I got into a fight.”

“I can see that.”

You shrug, stumbling on your feet at the movement. Aaron gently grabs you by your elbow and shuffles you toward the kitchen counter so that you’re leaning against it for support. Once you’re stable, he begins to dab the other side of the cloth over your knuckles. “It was stupid, really.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“I know,” you sigh. It’s quiet for a few moments as you watch Aaron continue to clean up the blood. “He… the guy who punched me… I was on a date with him.” Aaron tenses. “And he kept buying me drinks and told me I had to drink them. I did because, well, free drinks, y’know?” You sigh and shake your head again, letting out a groan when it results in pain. “So stupid of me.”

“Hey, none of that. You’re not stupid.”

“Whatever you say. Anyway, I think he was trying to make sure I was drunk enough so that he could take me home without much complaint. I don’t know. I refused because I really wasn’t in the, uh, mood, and the night was a bust anyway, and he started… tryna touch me, grab me and all that, his hands were everywhere and I didn’t want them to be and…” You stop to take a few deep breaths, feeling sick at the thought of what could have happened. Aaron feels anger rip through his veins. “Anyway, he ended up punching me and I guess he wasn’t expecting me to punch back.”

Aaron grits his teeth. "Twice as hard, yeah?" 

"Twice as hard," you grin. 

“Good. That’s what I expect to hear.”

You tilt your head at him, trying to read his expression. “You’re not mad at me?”

Confused, his eyes meet yours. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, watching as his large hand moves over yours, his thumb gently sweeping over your skin. “I woke you up.”

“You woke– You– That’s what you’re worried about?” He gives you a fond look. “Yes, you woke me up. But I’m glad you did. Thank you for calling me. And for trusting me to help you.”

“I don’t think I trust anyone more than I trust you.”

Aaron’s hand stills as the words sink in. When he looks up at you, he notices that you’re staring at him with so much love that his breath catches in his throat. He hasn’t been looked at like that in… he can’t even remember. But when he thinks about it, eyes never leaving yours as you blink innocently at him, not understanding his revelation at that moment, he realises it’s the way you’ve always looked at him. With complete and utter adoration. 

As if he hung the moon and the stars.

“Oh,” is all he can get out.

“Oh?” 

“Yeah. Oh.”

Your face falls and he feels guilt grow deep in his gut. “You don’t trust me back?”

“What? I never said that.” He steps closer, moving a hand to your shoulder and looking into your eyes. “Of course I trust you. More than most people. More than anyone else, really.”

“Really?”

His eyes search yours and he nods firmly, squeezing your shoulder. “Really.”

You look all over his face before looking down at his lips, licking your own as your mouth immediately goes dry. “I didn't want… I… I didn't go home with that guy because of, uh, well, you. I couldn’t stop thinking of you... when I was with him.”

Aaron hums as his gaze drops to your lips. “That’s why I don’t go on dates.”

“Hm?”

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you either.” He inches closer, moving a warm hand up to cup your cheek. “Can I kiss y–"

“Yea–"

And your lips are pressed together before either of you can finish. The kiss is soft, sweet, gentle, and full of so much raw emotion that it’s almost suffocating (in the best way). Aaron moves his lips against yours desperately, holding your face in his large calloused hands as if you might break at any moment, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. The moment your tongue brushes against his bottom lip, though, he pulls back with a heavy sigh. “Shit, you’re drunk. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I’m totally taking advantage of you and–”

“Aaron.”

“I should know better and–”

“Aaron!”

“You should feel safe here–”

You press your lips against his again, effectively shutting him up. It’s a much shorter kiss this time, but not any less enjoyable. “I do feel safe, Aaron. Here, with you.”

“You do?”

“Of course. You make me feel safe; you always have.”

He visibly relaxes and pulls you into a hug. “So have you.” He sighs against you, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “I like being with you.”

“I like being with you too, Aaron.”

He smiles against you and holds you for a moment more before pulling back, hands still wrapped around you. His heart breaks at the sight of the dark bruise forming on your face and he leans forward to press a tender kiss against the skin, careful not to hurt you in any way. “I wonder how long we’ve liked each other.”

“I fell in love with you the moment I saw you, I think.” 

Aaron’s breath hitches at the admission. “You’re in love with me?”

You tilt your head at him, fighting back a smile. “Did I not make that obvious enough?”

“I… didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Well, get them up, Hotchner, because I’m in love with you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Aaron’s face softens and he presses a kiss to your cheek, sighing in relief. “I’m in love with you, too.” He runs his hands lovingly over your back. “Now let’s get you changed into some comfortable clothes and into bed, yeah? It seems like we have a lot to talk about tomorrow.”

“Can I sleep in your bed with you?” 

He presses another kiss to your cheek. “There’s no other place I’d rather you be, sweetheart.”

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Fight Club. Part three.

Aaron Hotchner x Male!reader.

Summary: The team tries thier hardest to find you, while Aaron thinks back to the way things use to be between you and him.

Warning: Dark fic. Blood, fighting, death, abuse, kidnapping, swearing, drugs, unsub violence, angst, murder, criminal minds unsub violenceness. This whole fic series is just dark and strange the ask it self is amazing and may help you know if this is something you can handle. (Any other warnings let me know xx)

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A/n: This went in a different direction as I thought this chapter would. Somehow this is becoming longer than I first thought it would. Another part will be released next week thank you all for your love xx

Part one. Part two.

Tagging thoes that seem interesed or asked: @xweirdo101x @alecmores @yn-addams @winter-world @xdark-acadamiax @rexspersonalhell @hunterispunk @sammy-4103 @222244445555 @spiritzofthedead @sweetnothingsvulnerability

The day goes by fast for the Bau, the day doesn’t have enough hours before the sun is setting again. They checked out a place today hoping you would be there but instead they found nothing, not even a sign that anyone used to be there. Garcia also isn’t getting anywhere tracking their Ip address, and they haven’t gone live since this morning. Currently the team is sitting around the table eating or more like picking at their dinner as they throw out more ideas. 

“We got his face on camera, Garcia has it circulating through all facial recognitional searches” Morgan adds, sighs as he stabs his noodles. 

“She won’t find anything, he’s been doing this for years there will be no recognition of him for the past twenty years” Rossi huffs quietly staring at the photo of the unsub on the board. 

“Maybe not, but she can put him through her system and make him appear younger then maybe she will get a hit” JJ suggests staring at the wall, her body feeling numb.

“Good idea, when she lands get her straight onto that” Hotch instructs looking over at Morgan.

“Will do” Morgan nods at him.

“When does she land?” Emily asks, glancing over at Morgan who automatically checks his watch.

“In twenty minutes, I should get going. I promise her I’ll be waiting by the gate when she lands” He smiles weakly standing up. No one argues, everyone knows those two come in a package. 

“Hey can I come for a ride, I could use the fresh air” JJ looks up at him, feeling exhausted.

“Sure blondie lets go” Morgan smiles a little as they walk out.

~~~

The night goes by with Reid, Rossi and Hotch narrowing down their comfort zone, while Garica and Morgan go through making the unsub appear younger and running him through everything. JJ and Emily, run through their notes of the interview of some of the victims families they talked to today, coming to some conclusions that they wish they never had to. Once it gets too late and the room is filled with nothing but yawns, Hotch finally sends them home, his heart racing at the thought you have been gone for 36 hours. Everyone leaves silently hating the idea of going back to the hotel while you're missing. Once Aaron is alone in his hotel room he sits at the small desk in the corner of the room, pulling out his notebook and a file as he gets back to work, doing his best to distract his mind from the hopelessness look in your eye. You don’t think they are coming for you, no, you don’t think he is coming for you. He is, and he won’t rest until he has you back where you belong. His mind runs back to the night, the night he regrets letting you go. The night he confessed to you, that he enjoyed having you in his life more than a boss should. That he doesn’t normally allow an agent to get this close to him or his kid, and he definitely doesn’t allow his agents to cuddle up to him on his couch watching movies, or kiss him that one night. He also doesn’t allow an agent to push him on cases like you do, he doesn’t allow an agent to bring a case to him like this and get away with using his FBI statutes to get information he’s not entitled to. He doesn’t allow it, so how the hell did he allow himself to let you worm yourself into his heart, and why the hell did he let you leave that night. Aaron doesn’t realise there are tears sliding down his face, hitting his notes until there's a sharp knock on the door. Quickly he pulls himself together, wiping his face as he takes a deep breath steadying his heartbeat as he looks through the peephole. Of course it's Dave he groans to himself, wondering if he could just go to bed and pretend he’s asleep to make him go away.

“Open up Aaron I know you're there” Dave smirks, staring at the door with a knowing look. Ever so slowly Aaron opens the door, his face hard, showing no emotion.

“What's up Dave?” Aaron sighs lightly, acting tired blocking the doorway.

“Don’t what's up me” Dave rolls his eyes as he pushes past him, walking straight in.

“Oh sure come on in” Aaron says sarcastically as he closes the door, he somehow allows his guard down around Dave. Dave moves to the middle of the room then turns around, staring at Aaron, his body stiffens under Dave gaze, crosses his arms in defence. 

“What do you want Dave?” 

“You want to tell me what's going on with you?” Dave stares at him, his eyes staring a hole into his soul. 

“What do you mean, my agent is missing? I'm sorry if I’m a little on edge” Aaron snaps at him, the tears threatening to come back.

“Today you keep referring to him as your agent, you keep refusing to say his name” Dave sighs, noticing the tension threatening to break on Aaron's face.

“Dave” His name is barely above a whisper, it's a warning. “Get out”

“Not until you open up and tell me what's happened between you two” Dave pushes, taking a step forward as he spots a tear escaping down Aaron cheek as he looks away.

“Aaron its me, talk to me”

“I can’t lose him Dave, not after Haley” His voice breaks as he speaks, sitting down on the bed.

~~~

“I invited him to a soccer game of Jack one day” Aaron breaks the silence, his eyes focused on the wall opposite him. Dave is sitting at the desk, watching him quietly, he wishes he could hear this under better circumstances.

“I didn’t think he would come, you know how closed off he is. He had a rough case and I wanted to make sure he was okay during the weekend” Hotch takes a deep breath as he thinks back. 

You didn’t want to get out of bed this morning, but you promised Hotch you would go to his son's soccer game with him. Apparently because you have been on the team for over a year and a half now and you still haven’t met his son yet which is a call for concern, apparently. Slowly you dragged yourself out of bed and got ready for the day, driving to the soccer field and stopping for some coffee and um a hot chocolate, because kids like hot chocolate right? You double asked yourself as you drove to the field, earlier than Hotch had told you the game was but he said he would be there early for warm up seeing as he is the couch. You pull up into the car parks, noticing a spare park beside a familiar car so you quickly park before getting out, and making your way through the field finding your boss setting down a bag and some bottles and a kid who seems to be a mini version of him holding a ball laughing beside him. 

“Morning” You call out to them, your eyes focused on Hotch as he turns around with a smile growing on his face.

“You're earlier” He points out, walking over to you.

“I know” You smirk softly. “But I brought coffee, and a hot chocolate for the little child” 

“Thanks,” Hotch smiles. “Jack, this is (Y/n) my coworker”

“Hi,” Jack mumbles, looking down.

“Hey kid” You smile awkwardly, before picking up the coffee and offering it to Hotch.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to” He smiles warmly as he reaches for it, his smile fades as you jump slightly at his movements. 

“Oh it's no problem” You focus your smile to stay put. “Sorry” You quickly apologise, gulping quickly as you turn to Jack as you hand him his drink. “This is for you Jack”

“Woah, it's huge!” Jack exclaims, taking it. “Dad only ever gets me the small one, thank you”

You can’t help but laugh softly. “It's because I’m better than him” You tease.

“That's because I have to deal with the sugar rush later,” Aaron groans, smirking at you.

“They get sugar rush?” You look at him confused, your eyebrows pinching together looking cute according to Aaron.

“They do, you don’t know anything about kids do you” Aaron teases you, laughing as he sees his son struggle to hold the cup without dropping it.

“Oh nothing, I don’t like kids” You shrug, as you watch Jack not realising Aaron is currently staring at you with his eyes full of hope.

After the soccer game, you three went out for ice cream, the day was full of laughter and joy as you got to know the Hotchner boys. The next few weekends the same thing happened, you went to the game, then an afternoon activity with the two sweetest boys. About six months pass by, when an incident with Jack processes to push you and Aaron closer. 

You are currently watching Jack's first game of summer soccer, cheering for him from the side lines, a huge smile takes over your face as you watch him. The pride grows in your chest as he scores another goal, glancing over at Aaron by the side lines, the proud dad looks on his face as he claps loudly with the clipboard. The game is close, the team only needs one more goal and the game is theirs. The game goes by quickly with both teams playing well for kids, your heart is pounding when you see Jack got the ball lined up for the goal and the referee is about to call the game, but then he kicks and he gets in just as the game comes to an end. The team all screams and cheers with excitement, running towards their parents to celebrate, except Jack. He’s sprinting towards screaming that he’s won, before he’s jumping at you, wrapping his arms around you. You freeze, your smile falters as he touches you, but then you look down at the small boy in your arms and you smile before wrapping your arms around him, the tension in your chest breaking apart.

“You did amazing kiddo” You smile widely as you hear heavy footsteps approaches, pulling away from Jack as you glance up to meet his father's gaze, a worried look on his face quickly fades to a relieved, happy look.

“They played great” You smile at him, but your smile doesn’t reach your eyes as Jack pulls away, causing Aaron to worry internally.

“They did, you did so great buddy” Aaron looks down at his son, with loving eyes as he ruffles his hair. 

Later that night, you three have had a movie night and now Jack is asleep in his bed as you and Aaron watch a less kid friendly movie, while chatting away. 

“I’m sorry if Jack made you uncomfortable earlier” Aaron glances at you as the conversation from before dies away, your eyes stay glued on the tv.

“Um when?” You gulp, you know what he’s talking about, but you don’t want to talk about it.

“When he hugged you (Y/n), I know you don’t like physical touch”

“It's fine, It happened and it didn’t suck” You shrug, ignoring the way your body tenses up.

“(Y/n), If you want me to tell him not to do it again I will” Aaron speaks softly, watching the upset and agitated look flash over your face as you glance at him.

“Don’t do that, I don’t mind hugging him. What, am I not allowed to hug people just because I’ve never hugged someone before!” You snap at him, anger and sadness welling up inside you.

“No, I didn’t mean that” Aaron smiles sadly at you, before reaching for your hand that lays on the couch in between you both. Your freeze, your eyes focusing on his hand closely but you don’t pull away. He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, taking a deep you slide your thumb over his, a small smile pulling at your lips.

“You said you haven’t had a hug before?” Aaron keeps his voice light as he speaks, holding your hand softly as he looks up at you. 

“Not since I was young” You talk quietly, looking into his eyes as you speak. “I know I’m not normal Aaron but I’m trying I promise” Your voice almost sounds like you're begging when you speak, your voice wobbles as your eyes water just a little.

“I know you are, I see you and you are doing a great job” Aaron reassures you. Holding back the automatic urge to pull you into a hug and tell you that nothing can hurt you anymore and that you're doing a great job and just how far you have come. But he can’t do that, because you're not ready for the praise nor ready for the way he wants to hold you and even if you are he would break the thin line of professionalism he is trying to keep between you two.

“I am?” Your face lights up a little, a smile tugging at your lips. 

“You are, do you remember when you first joined the team?” Aaron smiles as he watches you, the way your eyes slide to the wall as you think back.

“Yeah.. You kept getting mad at me”

“Mad isn’t the right word, I was concerned for you. You barely slept and never ate, you drank more caffeine than Reid and that’s saying something” Aaron jokes lightly, causing you to chuckle softly.

“Okay, but I still do that most weeks”

“Still less than you used to do, and that's an improvement” Aaron squeezes your hand softly, which makes your smile grow just a little. “You also used violence a lot more when arresting an unsub, you don’t do that so much anymore you have more control over your temper” His words sink in slowly, your heart melting as your eyes meet his, allowing his sweet words to break your walls down. 

“That one is hard, anger and violence is all I knew growing up” Your words are barely above a whisper as you admit that, squeezing his hand a little. 

“That's okay, because you are still young and you are still learning” He smiles as his thumb brushes over your hand. “Also back then you would never let me hold your hand, or even hug my son”

“Maybe it's more because you two mean something to me rather than something else” You gulp as you admit your feelings.

“Well you are welcome here whenever you like” Aaron smiles as he looks at you, his eyes filled with love as he stares into your own. He feels himself falling for you, he knows it's wrong but right now Aaron doesn’t care, because he’s never seen anyone with such beautiful eyes before.

“Can.. Can you hug me.. I want to try it” You push the words out of your throat as the nerves start to get involved. Aaron smiles softly, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you down and into his chest. You take a deep breath, half laying down in his arms, closing your eyes as you focus on his heart beat, and the warmth his arm produces. 

~~~

“You two got really close?” Dave pulls Aaron back to the present.

“Six months Dave… That night brought us even closer but six months it stayed like that” Aaron voice breaks as a tear slides down his hands shaking. “And then he pulled away, something was going on but he refused to tell me what and after one night.. That night he.. He kissed me” Aaron takes a sharp breath as that memory invades his mind the way you cupped his face as you ask him sweetly before your lips are capturing his. 

“What happened?” Dave watched him concernedly, his eyes focused on Aaron's body language. 

“He fell asleep in my arms, and the next morning he was gone, I tried to talk to him at work and he told me that he had to refocus on work, he didn’t have time for friends, I let him go Dave, I knew something was wrong but I also knew that he’s not right, he doesn't understand relationships or love, now I know why” Aaron looks up at Dave, his heart breaking. 

“This isn’t your fault Aaron” Dave reaches out, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I know Dave but–” Before Aaron could finish there's an urgent knock on the door pulling the two mens attention away. As soon as the door opens Garcia and Morgan are walking in urgent looks plastered over their faces, both carrying their laptops.

“They are going live” Morgan breaks the silence, before glancing at Hotch who is quickly drying his face., jumping to his feet quickly. All four of them gather around the laptop where the loading screens disappear and your bloody face fills the screen making Aarons insides screaming.

~~~

You are left alone for hours after being tortured, they only stopped after you screamed out the name they branded you with. You pass out at one point, your body and mind begging for a break, and against the hardest you try you black out. A sharp pain flies across your face, bringing you back to the hell you're in. Blinking rapidly while your eyes adjust to the bright light shining down at you, your eyes finally adjust landing on the man in front of you.

“Ready for round two Jupiter?” He chuckles at you, his grin is one that will forever haunt your nightmares.

“Why don’t you untie me and I’ll show you just how ready I am” You glare up at him, anger and tiredness sitting in your chest. He grabs your chin pinching it hard between his thumb and pointer finger, his eyes icy cold as he stares into you.

“Oh that's the plan, we’re going old school” A sickening feeling fills your stomach as his grin grows.

“No, not again” You spit at him, fear filling you knowing that's their plan to break you.

“Bring him out” He yells out, letting your chin go as the door on the other side of the room swings open, your stomach drops. She walks in, followed by a younger boy who seems to be in his mid teens.

“He’s too young no” You shake your head vigorously, your heart pounding. He looks so strong, but you know you're stronger even in your current state you could beat him. 

“You killed people when you were younger than him” He laughs. “Hell you are our youngest killer after all”

“Shut up” You snarl at him, your eyes flickering towards the video camera.

“Just enjoy the fight, let yourself remember the joy you used to feel” He smirks as he grabs the camera and lights moving them out of the pool before he climbs out.

“Hey, aren’t you going to untie me then” You glare up at him, your eyes glace at the kid as he approaches, his eyes are dead but focused on you. To him you aren’t a person just a chore for the day, he just needs to get you over with so he can have dinner and go to sleep. 

“He will do it” He smirks at you, before the boy jumps into the pool.

“Julian, remember the rules” Ma’am calls to the boy, her eyes flickering to yours. Her’s are filled with excitement, she can’t wait to see the next show. 

“Yes Ma’am” He nods, before approaching you, untying you quickly before backing up to his corner. 

“When 

I say start you two better give everyone a good show my lovies” She sings out to you two before giggling sickly, holding the camera zooming in on you as you stand up your eyes trained on the boy. You won’t attack him, just keep him busy until he gives up.

“Three, two one, go” Her smirk darkness as the boy lunges at you.

~~~

He’s a lot stronger than you thought he was, after a few rounds of dodging and making him chase you around the pool, he’s managed to land a few strong punches on you. Eventually he gets you down, his fist colliding with your face too much for you to think straight and soon instinct takes over. Your legs wrap around his waist, flipping you both over as you manage to get a few hits on him, he stops moving as you put pressure over his throat. A soft laugh escapes you as he starts relaxing under you, his eyes soften as fear invades them as he struggles underneath you. 

“Please don’t” He coughs his words out, but they aren’t enough to stop you.

“That’s it Jupiter finish him” She cheers for you, your stomach drops as her voice sets in. Shaking your head as you eyes meet him, you quickly let his throat go as he stops struggling under you. 

“That's not my name” You growl glancing at her, before looking at the scared boy under you. “Take a deep breath kid, you're okay now” You speak softly, guilt eating at you. He nods quickly, taking deep breaths as you climb off him, holding out a hand for him, pulling him up to his feet. Sliding his arm over your shoulder as he uses you for support, you glare up at the two viewers.

“You can try as much as you like, you're not breaking me” You breathe heavily as you try to catch your breath. You are pretty sure your ribs are broken along with your nose, more blood drips down your face.

“Bullshit” He snarls out as he jumps into the pool with you, storming over.

“Can’t break me” You smirk at him just a little.

“You won that fight, and winners here only win one way” He glares murderously at you, before you have time to process anything he lunges at Julian. A sharp howl leaves the young boy's mouth, your eyes widen as he pulls away, blood dripping from the knife in his hand. 

“No!” You scream, your hand flies toward Julian side, where the stab wound is, pressing against the bleeding as you lay him down. 

“You won, deal with it” He laughs bitterly as they walk out, leaving you two alone. 

You hold the tears back as you press against the wound, looking into the young boy's frightened eyes.

“It's.. its going to be okay kid” You try to pull yourself together, as the boy stares up at you.

“It's okay” He coughs out weakly. “They can’t hurt me now” 

“That's right they can’t” You whimper, a tear sliding down as the light in his eyes start to fade. 

“My sister here, she's beside you” His words are barely above a whisper now, goosebumps make your arms tingle. 

“Go with her kiddo, be safe now” Tears slide down as his chest stops breathing and you can’t move. Eventually you pull your hands off him, and collapse onto your back sobs racking through your body. That should be you, no one is even looking for you, this is your fault.

~~~

The team sits in silence as the live ends, Garcia keyboard is the only sound that fills the room. Tears are sliding down almost everyone's face, guilt, fear and anger fills everyone. The rest of the team had come and joined the other four earlier on, everyone had to watch your fight in silence, their hearts breaking at your screaming. The way you fell to your knees trying to keep the boy alive, then it ended, and no one knows how to proceed. 

“Penelope, do you have a location?” It's Dave that breaks the silence, his eyes landing on her. Her body is shaking as she cries but she carries on typing on her laptop.

“No, but.. But I’ve got it narrowed down, and I tapped into their viewers, maybe we can’t get something off that” Her voice is shaky as she tries to push through it. 

“Baby girl” Derek gently takes her hand, worried about her shaking.

“I.. I’m sorry” She sobs, falling into Derek's chest who holds her closely, his own tears sliding down.

“Everyone take five minutes, then back to the precinct” Aaron orders, his eyes still focused on the screen, his heart falling apart. In a quick minute JJ and Reid are running out of the room, needing time to themselves. 

Everyone knew the timeline had been cut shorter, if they make you fight again, Aaron knows you will give yourself up, he can’t let you do that.

No more apologizing for being horny on main. No more horny jail. We’re horny prison abolitionists. No gods, no masters! Wait. Okay maybe a few masters. Alright but no bars will hold us! No whips and chains will — fuck, hang on, let me start again.

Accidentally In Love

Aaron Hotchner x florist female reader

Summary: Penelope has a plan: throw an arrow full of love dust and make you and Hotch fall in love with each other. A series of small…inconveniences keep happening whenever you two end up in the same room, so it takes her more than one try to work her magic on you. Each incident serves its purpose, though, meaning Garcia’s work is only the last push you two need to get a happily ever after—a Penelope centered fun ride with lots of fluff and all the cheesy stuff.

Content/warnings: sprinkle of magic realism I think 🪄; lots of Derek and Penelope dynamic; rom-com vibes if I say so myself; mom reader; JJ’s wedding (I love writing about weddings okay); one (1) kiss; happy ending; not beta-read.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

MEET YOUR HEROES - george weasley

PAIRING george weasley x male!reader

SUMMARY months within your relationship with george, he thought it was about time to introduce himself to the people that raised you to be the guy he loves; unaware of the fact he already met them informally.

The boys dormitory was as noisy as ever thanks to the whiz-bangs that enamored everyone, courtesy of Fred making another set just for fun. George, on the other hand, lying on his four-poster bed, eyed the moving picture of his family, specifically the non-Weasley in his arms. He watched as the boy laughed at what Ron had told him, slightly falling on George's chest before staring back at the camera.

The repeating action kept bringing a smile to George's face for an embarrassing amount of time. The picture was taken right after a messy dinner in the burrow where his boyfriend, (Y/n), first met his family. He remembered how nervous you were despite his, Fred's, and even Ron's reassurance, but that just showed how much you wanted to be accepted by his family.

Everything went smoothly after the introduction, and George watched how you immediately fit right in. Conversations went on like clockwork, and his parents have loved talking about you ever since.

"Oi, look at lover boy, Fred, all smiles and heart eyes again!" Lee Jordan, their close friend, teased. Despite the crackling noise of the fireworks, his voice was loud enough to catch the attention of his twin with the same devious smirk the other had.

"You've got to get used to it, my friend! Not even our strongest love potion defeats that."

George scoffed and tossed his pillow towards Lee, hitting him straight on the face with an 'oof! ' erupting laughter from all three of them.

Fred, after safely keeping his whiz-bangs inside his trunk, jumped beside his twin on the bed and snatched the picture. "Oi!" George exclaimed, reaching over to get it back but was kicked off of the bed by his brother. Now Lee and George were on the ground while Fred crossed his legs, studying the picture.

George sat up on the floor and blocked the flying pillow from his other friend, but he kept his attention on Fred. "What are you looking at?" he asked, this time throwing his balled-up blanket at Lee and hitting him in the stomach.

"Don't worry, I'm not looking at your little boyfriend—I was just thinking, just now, how he already met our family but you never met his?" Fred's question was obviously a joke towards him; his overly exaggerated expression of what was supposed to be concerned assured him of that, though it did get George thinking.

You barely mentioned your family with him; the most time you did was when his mom asked but got quickly dismissed by Bill, the oldest of the Weasley children, who seemed more interested in knowing whatever he and Fred are up to in Hogwarts. George never realized how much of a mystery your family was to him.

Maybe you weren't just comfortable talking about them, George thought, but it made him curious. So naturally, on that same day, he left his room and walked across to yours.

George could hear your voice from inside, your shouts muffled by the thick material of the tower's walls. With a swift knock on the door, he was immediately answered by Percy, who had more bags under his eyes than he remembered.

"Hey, Perce, nice weather we're having?" George greeted his brother, who only groaned in tiredness as a response. The prefect already knows why he's here, so he only had to step away from the door to let him in. "Thanks, big brother." He patted the other's back, who was caught off guard by the impact, making him almost fall to the floor.

Now that George was inside, he finally heard what you're screaming about now.

"And when I threw that bludger, my eyes were solely on that nasty malfoy. If it weren't for that big-headed git, Flint, I could've knocked him off his puny broom!" laughter erupted from your door mates, and George, who had the perfect view from where he stood, saw how you were standing on the bed with a makeshift bludger made of paper.

"I can feel Wood's regret for making you a replacement player! We need your energy on that pitch!" one of the Gryffindor students, who's also on the quidditch team, exclaimed. "Maybe even replace one of the twins, eh?"

You chuckled, the mention of the twins making you double your grin. "You mean both of them?" The rest of the boys laughed as you threw the fake bludger in the air, hitting it with a pillow. You were about to go and grab it again when a hand snaked around your torso as you were about to jump off the bed.

"Where's all this confidence coming from?" George whispered into your ear, making you turn your head so fast that it probably gave you whiplash. The boy greeted you with his signature boyish smile, leaving a quick peck on your cheeks. The others watching made vomiting noises at the two of you. "You loved seeing me battered and bloody that much?"

You smirked, raising your eyebrows at him. "Only when it lets me play." With his arms still around your waist, you managed to step off the bed without letting go. "What are you even doing here anyway?"

George made an expression as if he were a deer caught in headlights, his smile falling from his face briefly. He remembered why he went to find you in the first place. The taller, despite how much he liked the position you two already had, unlocked his arm around you and held your hand instead. You interlocked your fingers with his almost immediately.

He looked around your dorm, seeing that everyone of your friends was inside. George knew it was a bit of a private conversation, so he led you outside. "Let's talk in the common room; there are fewer people down there."

"Did you do something?" you asked, "or did Fred do something?"

Your panicked expression made George chuckle as the two of you went down the stairs to the common room. Just as he said, there were about two Gryffindors talking to each other by the fireplace, since most students hang out in their own dorms when there isn't much to do outside. He pulled you to one of the couches and sat you down.

"You wound me, thinking of us that way," George replied, placing his arm around your shoulders as you sat down next to him. "Not too long ago, you made Goyle eat Ton-Tongue Toffee," you retorted, "and Snape almost blew a vein because of it."

"That guy deserved it," he simply said, shrugging with a smug look on his face.

You rolled your eyes, choosing not to reply to that. "Well, care to explain why you brought me here?"

George pressed his lips into a thin line, as if preventing himself from saying anything stupid. The memory of you talking to his parents suddenly flashed through his mind, giving him a bit of strength to get on with his question.

He adjusted his place on the couch, facing his body towards you. "I wanted to ask about—" He took a deep breath, seeing you patiently waiting for him to finish with an amused expression. He couldn't blame you, though; he can imagine how ridiculously nervous he looks right now.

"I wanted to ask about your family." The subtle change in your face made him continue a bit faster. "It's just—you met my family, got to introduce yourself as my boyfriend to my parents, and that's great and all—amazing, even—but we never talked about me meeting your family." George's words came out of his mouth like rapid fire, stuttering a bit in the beginning, but he felt good that he finally got it out.

You remained silent, deep in thought. To George's relief, you didn't look angry. If anything, you looked a bit solemn. This caused his eyes to widen, and he stared at your face in worry. He placed his hand on your cheek, making you laugh at his action. "What?" he mumbled. He was still concerned but mostly curious about your reaction.

You reached for his hand on your face, melting into his touch before giving him a smile. "I'm sorry I never brought it up. I guess I was just nervous for you, if that makes sense. My parents can be a bit—y'know, much—when it comes to me."

George chuckled, nodding. "You met my family, (y/n). I was born in a family that can be a bit much." His response made you chuckle, a grin forming on your face.

"I mean, if you want to meet my parents, you can. It's almost spring break!" you told him excitedly, intertwining your hands with his. He grinned at your suggestion: "I can make the arrangements! I'll just tell mom about it, and it's set in stone."

"And, hey," your abrupt, hushed tone caught him off guard, a familiar smirk on your face. "If you make a good impression, maybe they'll let you stay until the semester starts." The wink you gave him was enough clarification on what you meant, and he felt himself get red at your words.

George mirrored your smirk, grabbing a hold of your waist. "Now that's my type of encouragement," he said, pushing the two of them down on the cushions of the couch, giggling with each other.

"And remember, George, no parent wants to know that their child's lover finds fake wands humorous." George's mom, Molly, readjusted the necktie and dusted his suit with a proud smile. "The first look is always important," she advised him, tucking the stray hair behind his ear.

"That's right, it would be a shame if that happened, Charlie Chaplin," Fred joked, eating a chocolate frog as he walked in circles around his twin. Their mother swatted him off with the comb before brushing George's hair for the ninth time.

He looked at himself in the mirror behind her, giving himself a pitiful gaze at his state. "Mum, don't you think this is too much? I'm not meeting the head of the ministry of magic or something; it's just dinner."

"Don't be silly! You look great. (y/n) would love it." What was an attempt for his mom to reassure him made George even feel worse. The thought of you seeing him like this made his face burn in embarrassment. Fred reappeared once again, saying, "Oh, he'll love it, mom! It won't leave his mind once he sees George," and his twin was not helping.

Their mom didn't tell Fred off, failing to realize he was joking, before doing some final touch-ups on the suit and taking a step back to see her son. She looked like she was about to cry.

Before she could add more flowers to his pocket, a knock on the door made everyone inside the house pause.

"C'mon, answer the door, darling! That's probably him." She smiled at George with such sweetness that he almost felt bad for the negative thoughts of what she'd done to him. He awkwardly walked towards their door and opened it, revealing his boyfriend. You wore your regular muggle clothing, vastly different from his get-up.

"Woah." He didn't know if George wanted to keel over and die at your action. "I mean, woah! That's truly extravagant—a bit formal for meeting the parents, don't you think?"

George could only sigh, itching his neck at the curious-looking fabric used for the suit. "Go tell mom that. She wouldn't listen to me!" You had to suppress the laughter in your throat, coughing into your hand as you patted his shoulder.

"I'll go to Mrs. Weasley; go change into your regular clothes." You gave him a quick kiss on his lips before entering his home. He had to blink once or twice as he walked upstairs to his room, watching your delighted expression as you proceeded to greet his mother.

It took George about 10 minutes to look normal again, wearing his favorite sweater—the only piece of clothing he had that wasn't matching Fred's—and a pair of trousers. His hair still felt a bit sticky from whatever his mom put on it, but he managed to make it go back to his old hairstyle. Once he got downstairs, he saw you drinking a cup of tea with his mom, who laughed at whatever you just said.

The noise of the wooden stairs made the two of you bring your attention to him. George expected his mother to look surprised or disappointed by the change, but she seemed oddly cheery.

"Your eye for fashion is truly wonderful, dear!"

George's eyes darted to you, an amused expression on his face. He wondered what type of spell you used on her to make her so fond of you—changing his mother's whole sense of style. But none the less, he was grateful for your amazing persuasion abilities, which made you ten times hotter in his most humble opinion. You simply gave him a cheeky smile, placing the cup on the table.

You hugged her one last time and said, "It's always lovely talking to you, Mrs. Weasley. We'll be on our way; don't want to get the parents waiting." She pinched your cheek lightly, physically cooing at your action. "Please, dear, call me Molly or Mom, whatever you see fit."

That earned her a chuckle from you: "I'll make sure George doesn't embarrass himself, mom."

As you turned to look for your boyfriend, you saw him with his arms crossed and a proud smile. George jumped from the last few steps of the stairs and right into your arms. "Should we just get married?" he joked, kissing you on the forehead.

"Let's hear what my folks have to say first." You stuck your tongue out to him, hiding how flustered you felt with his words, but the heat you felt on your cheeks proved otherwise.

Outside of the burrow was parked a flying motorcycle. George's jaw was practically on the floor when he saw the enchanted vehicle. "Is this yours?" he gasped at the sight of it, totally impressed by the small compartment on the side of it, which he believed was where another passenger could sit.

You chuckled, grabbing the helmet that you hung on the handle. "Nah, dad gave it to me just for today—to pick you up. I swore on my life I wouldn't crash, so here we are. This used to be really cool, black and shiny, but my dad had to build this little one because of me, he says." You rolled your eyes at the fond memory, wearing your helmet and giving George the other one.

"That's cute and all, but would I fit in there?" He was unsure if his legs would fit inside. You shook your head. "Of course not," you replied as if it were the most obvious answer ever, taking a seat on the motorcycle and pointing at the space on your back with your thumb. "You sit behind me."

George didn't ask any more questions, plopping himself on the vehicle and automatically hugging your body, not forgetting to lay his head on your chin. You didn't seem to mind it, flashing him a grin. The motorcycle roared as you began to move on the ground, slowly lifting yourselves up.

The trip was just as exciting as sneakily driving his dad's old flying car back then. The harsh winds hitting his body somehow calmed his nerves. He was beginning to come to terms with the fact that he was only a few flights away from meeting your parents. George instinctively held onto you tighter; the thought of them disapproving and making you two leave each other scared him.

His action didn't go unnoticed as you spoke, "Everything alright?"

George buried his face in your neck, careful not to distract you too much, before answering. "I'm fine," he said, muffled but able to reach you. He could tell you were attempting to comfort him as you tilted your head towards him, giving him free access to your cheeks and leaving light kisses on them.

Thanks to the darkness of the night sky, the two of you weren't seen by any muggles. You parked the motorcycle in front of a huge building filled with more windows than George has the patience to count. If he tiptoes hard enough, he can catch a glimpse of the muggles living inside. When you told him you lived in London near them, which you told him a few weeks into your relationship, he didn't think they were so close.

George removed the helmet from his head and handed it to you. "So, do you live in one of these?" he asked, pointing at the building. You could only give an unsure shrug and say, "Technically, yes." Your answer didn't really answer his question; but trusted you anyway. As you tucked away the helmets, you reached for your wand.

He watched curiously as you said a spell he'd never heard of, and almost immediately the building began to shake. It slowly revealed a new door with the number twelve on it, along with a metal fence that attached itself to the rest.

You gave your attention to him, holding his hand as you both started to walk to your home. "Ready?" It came out as a whisper as the two of you were now in front of the door. George gulped, and before he could register what he was about to do, he gently grabbed your chin and pulled you closer.

George kissed you, his lips meeting yours. It was short—shorter than you liked—but you knew it was his way of calming himself. "I'm ready." He nodded to himself, straightening his posture out of habit while you flicked your wand on the doorknob.

As the both of you entered, George could hear talking from a distance. The hallway was longer than his own room. Not even three steps in, a man popped out of the room from the other end.

"(Y/n)'s here!" The man had long hair, reaching up until his shoulders. Unexpectedly, he was wearing a suit. "He's kind of like Molly sometimes," he heard you whisper to him.

"Nice to see you all dressed, dad." You leave George's hand to hug your father. "Uncle Prongs is not going to believe me once I tell him about going back to your old get-up."

Wait, Prongs?

George tried to rack up his brain at the familiar nickname, though his nervousness is giving him a hard time to think. After you and your dad hugged, his attention went straight to George.

"It's nice to meet you, sir. I'm—"

"George Wealey, I'm well aware. My son has been talking a lot about you." The man's smile reminded him of you, calming down his nerves a bit at the positive reaction. "My name is Sirius, so don't call me sir; it sounds a bit formal, don't you think?" George would be lying if he wasn't amused at how similar you were to your dad, right down to the mannerisms and how you spoke.

Once again, he feels your hands on his, pulling him to move. "Where's Pops? Don't tell me he wants to do a grand entrance."

As if on cue, the three of you heard heavy and slow steps on the staircase beside the entrance to the dining room. revealed was another man, taller than Sirius and with brown hair. He had a few healed scars that decorated his face, making him look badass.

It took a second to recognize who he was looking at: "Professor Lupin?" George could hear your giggles to his side as the former dark arts teacher approached with a smile.

"When my son told me he's in a relationship with a Weasley, I thought he'd be with a boy like Percy ("Pops, c'mon!") But it seems he likes trouble better."

"Of course he does! He got his impeccable taste from his father," Sirius quipped.

The four of you began walking inside the dining room, seeing the table filled with variations of food. The set-up can probably battle the great hall in Hogwarts. There were more than four plates placed on the table—seven to be exact.

George wasn't the first to notice. "Are we having more guests?" you asked, sitting down on the left side at the end of the table next to Sirius, who sat in the middle, while Professor Lupin (George would call him Remus, but it just felt wrong addressing people who he knew as teachers first) sat on his right. You beckoned him to sit next to you, which he fully accepted.

"Yes, your uncle and aunt are coming, as well as Harry, of course." It was Professor Lupin who answered.

"Harry?" This time, George couldn't stop his mouth from talking. "You mean, Harry Potter?"

Sirius and Professor Lupin stared at him curiously before looking at their son. You had a sheepish smile, recognizing that look of theirs. You could only sigh as you held George's hand.

"Harry Potter is kind of like my cousin—not by blood, of course. Dad is his godfather, you see."

You could practically see the cogs inside your boyfriend's head spinning before seeing his eyes widen. "There he is," you mumbled with a chuckle as George gasped.

He tried his best not to point at two men in front of him, saying, "You're—you're Padfoot and Moony. Prongs is Harry's father. You guys created the Marauders' map!" The urge to jump from his chair and call Fred immediately was strong, but he kept his composure, still remembering why he was here in the first place.

"That we did," Moony confirmed, laughing in slight embarrassment. "Now I know who gave Harry the map," he added, making George blush at the memory.

"He and his brother are big fans of your work. It really helped us during our younger years in Hogwarts." You joined the conversation with a proud smile. "But I guess I was enjoying the map too much to bring up the fact that my family made it."

 George's nervousness was long gone as he faced you, "I can't believe I never realized!" He exclaimed, making you chuckle. "You knew exactly where Filch hid it and you knew how to use it."

"I never noticed how weird that might've been, either. You were too focused on how unbelievably charming and handsome I was, weren't you?"

"When you speak like that, you sound incrediblely like Sirius." Your other father commented as he watched the two of you with soft eyes, along with the mentioned man who gave him a cocky expression.

"Of course! He got the face and the personality from."

"It's nice to see you admit he didn't get his brains from you."

George watched the couple banter with one another, too mesmerized that he was literally sitting with legends that him, Fred and Lee could only dream of meeting. He felt his hand was given a tight squeeze, turning his attention back to you.

"I think they like you." You said, "They like to bicker in front of people who they find comfortable."

"Sounds like someone I know." George retorted with a laugh, earning a smack on his forearms. "You really are your father's son." he added, but this time he was able to catch your hand, kissing your knuckles.

"I can now see why you're a better prankster than the three of us combined, I mean, you have trouble in your bloodline."

You rolled your eyes at his words, "At least you now know I'm better than you."

happy Thursday the 20th

this isn't funny anymore

wtf is wrong with the jury

Hello can i ask for maybe headcanons or a fic i dont mind either of cod boys walkin in on m!reader jackin off

Pretty straight (gay) forward with it

CALL OF DUTY BOYS WALKING IN ON MALE! READER MASTURBATING HEADCANONS

Characters: Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, Alejandro, Rudolfo, König, Roach Alex

Tags: masturbation, male!reader, mutual masturbation, riding, bottom!Gaz, power bottom!Alex, bottom!Rudy, dom!Price, dom!Alejandro, blowjobs, handjobs, marking, teasing, thigh riding, edging, begging, dirty talk, grinding, predetermined relationships

Warnings: pervert behavior (????), smut

Notes: sorry this is late, but I tried to get every male that I write for. I’m tempted to add Keegan, Logan, and Horangi onto my writing list.

enjoy :D

Ghost:

Kinda just stands there for a second

Honest to god doesn’t know wtf to do

You both kinda stare at each other for a few seconds before he asks if he can help

He’s very nervous when asking bc he’s afraid you’re gonna be like “ew no”

You would never

I’ve said this before, but he’s very gentle when it comes to any kind of sex

So the light kisses he leaves on your thighs and the side of your dick for taking you into his mouth aren't a surprise

But god do they feel amazing

Will move your hand into his hair

I feel like he moans when goes down on you.

Soap:

Shocked

Moves his hand too fast and smacks the door knob causing you to look up at him in fear and shock

“Are you okay????” You say, with your dick still in your hand

“I’m fine” no he’s not. The door knob hurt

No but fr though, he is embarrassed that he walked in on you

Tries to be smooth

You ask if he wants to help and he’s already stripping

Mutual masturbation. That’s it

He’s LOUD

You probably have got cover his mouth to keep other people from hearing

Tell him he’s pretty. He will cum

Price:

“Really?? On my fucking side of the bed??”

“We are married-”

Asks if he can help

Tbh this probably isn’t the first time this has happened between you two

Moves you too his lap and continues to jerk you off

Your back against his chest

He gently holds your head back against his shoulder as he leaves hickies along your shoulder and collar bone

Will thrust up against you a few times without realizing

Calls you a good little whore as if he also isn’t a whore for you

Gaz:

Smug asf when he catches you in the act

You ask him to help and he’s jumping into action

No hesitation to join you

Tbh he’s dtf almost whenever

Especially when it comes to you

Tries to act all dominate and demanding

Mans doesn’t have a demanding bone in his body

More than likely ends up with him riding you

One of your hands guiding his hips, slightly clawing into his skin

Kissing and licking his collarbone as you jerk him off as well

He moans so pretty istfg

“Maybe I should walk in on you more often”

Alejandro:

Also smug asf

Smirks a little before announcing his presences

Scares you a little tbh

“Are you gonna stand there or are you going to help?”

Major tease

Very commanding

I feel like since y’all two got together he’s been waiting for something like this to happen

Just so he can tease you about it nonstop

Moves you onto his lap and makes you grind against his thighs

But he won’t touch you bc he wants to hear you beg for it

He will be whispering different things into your ear until you finish

He likes to make a mess out of you

Rudolfo:

More than likely doesn’t even realize at first

I walks in and is just looking down at papers talking to you about them

He’ll finally realized once he stops in the middle of the room and looks up at you wanting your opinion

Looks at you like “🙂”

Starts to make his leaving, apologizing profusely

He stops when he here’s you ask if he wants to join

Now, Rudy is respectful and wants you to have your privacy

But damn he isn’t going to pass up a chance to join you

He whined a lot

Like whines more than using actual words during sex

If you’re the one fucking him he likes it when you wrap your arms around him

He’s a big fan of closeness

König:

Also shocked and embarrassed

Blushing hard asf

He shakily asks if you need help with that

He’s smooth in his own little way

He likes to watch you I feel like

Like will pull up a chair to watch you

But don’t let that foul you, he’s definitely not a dom

Command him around and embarrass him

Call him names for walking in on you/watching you

He loves it when you call him a pervert

“Do you touch yourself to the thought of me? Such a dirty little pervert~”

Will whine and whimper at your comments

Roach:

Just like Price, I feel like this has happened before

Mostly bc I headcanon that he forgets to knock before opening doors a lot

(Hey I’m- yes I am aware you’re peeing, but I’m going to McDonald’s do you want anything????)

You just kinda look at him like “are you being fr??”

Kinda just stands there like “you want me to join????”

He joins

He likes to kinda lay on top of you when giving you a handjob

He will put his legs on either side of your thigh so he can grind on it

Obsessed with kissing you

You literally have to peel him off you

Alex:

“OH!….oh~”

Pleasantly surprised

“Having fun there sergeant?”

“Seems like you’re having more fun watching.”

He will walk toward you and straddle you

Power bottom

He will edge you while he rides you

Will randomly stop riding you to jerk himself off on top of you

The more you misbehave and act like a brat the more he edges you

Will stick his thumb in your mouth to feel you gag around it

Likes it when you whine and beg

He’s the type of tease you as well

Says stuff like, “do you get off too the thought of me?”

“Were you thinking about me like this?

König Headcanons Pt. 2

(König x Trans Masc! Reader)

Summary: König and his relationship development with trans masc reader.

Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, slight coffee shop au!, soft König, slight slow burn, kissing, sfw

Warnings: Benedict Cumberbatch Slander, mention of death

Notes: This is Pt. 2 to my ‘König Headcanons’

This again, references Non-canon characters such as König’s family and his cat Teppich.

You can find information about König’s family in my last König headcanon list, and info on Teppich in my orginal CoD headcanons list.

Call of Duty Headcanons

König Headcanons

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sub!könig just being absolutely cock drunk on male!dom reader 😍

ALL THESE KÖNIG REQUESTS ARE MAKING ME FERAL. Making big men into messy subs is my favourite past time. Ask and you shall receive 😩👏

"Mein kleines Luder~"

Pairing: Sub!König x Dom!M Reader

Type: Oneshot (Hard NSFW) {not properly proofread}

Warnings (kinda): sub konig, hard and soft dom reader, pinning, bondage, handcuffs, slightly sadistic reader, slightly masochistic konig, begging, a shit load of dacryphelia, mirror kink, blowjob, kind of handjob, knife kink, anal fingering, spit kink, degradation and praise, slapping and impact play, hair pulling, slight milking and cum play, power dynamic, uniform/military role kink?, slight temperature play, humiliation, rough anal sex, doggy style, breath play, lots of overstim, making out, marking/biting, a loving relationship, as well as pet play if you squint...

A/N: This is pure mlm filth so minors do not interact and anyone who identifies feminine do not interact (she/her, she/they, they/she, etc.) thank you!! If you would like to request a fic with fem!reader, my ask box is open. Other than that please don't interact with this specific post, its for the mlm folks! <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT + FEMALE PRESENTING DO NOT INTERACT!! PURE FILTH UNDER THE CUT-

König's back hit the wall, a desperate huff escaping his lips as you pinned his wrists tightly above his head. He was aching, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants so painfully it brought tears to his eyes. The sore need for release reduced him to strangled whimpers and gasps as you stripped his gear off.

Your hands gripped his wrists tighter, preventing any sort of escape as you undressed him. König let out small mewl, the pathetic noise turning into a lewd cry of pain and pleasure as your knee slid roughly against his throbbing crotch. König moaned out again, practically coming in his pants right then and there.

König's unholy noises made the you chuckle lowly and press your knee more firmly against the twitching bulge in his pants. König's eyes rolled back behind his sniper hood, his head thrown back against the wall as another cry ripped from his throat. You gave him mercy, moving your knee away slightly and reducing the man beneath you to a panting, desperate mess.

"B-bitte-" he gasped out, his voice weak and shaky. "Bitte~! Bitte! Please don't do this mein Herr... Scheiße~" His voice broke, tears wetting the balaclava under his hood. "I n-need to cum.. please sir.." He panted, looking up at the other man with a teary gaze. His legs were trembling and eventually gave way. He slid to the floor, a choked sob followed by yet another moan escaping his wet lips.

You grinned in sadistic pleasure, your cock fully hardened at the filthy sight below you. No matter how much pleasure this brought you, deep down you knew König needed it, you needed it too.

"Take off your hood Operator.." you panted softly, reaching down to tug it off either way. The fabric was quickly discarded and König obediently lifted the balaclava over his nose so his mouth was an easy access. The both of them knew their clothes would be long gone by the time they were done, it didn't matter.

König whimpered, the throbbing in his cock bringing him back to the present. He tugged needily at your belt, practically ripping it off you to get what he needed.

You reached down to cup König's jaw, your thumb pushing past his lip and pressing down on his tongue to force his mouth open. König whined, looking up at you expectantly.

You smirked back at him, pulling out your hardened length. "Suck. Look at what you've done with all your bitching and whining. Make me feel good and I might reward you..." you cooed sweetly, leaning your head and forearms against the wall as König took your length into his warm mouth.

König tilted his head back, taking as much of your cock as he possibly could. He gagged softly and moaned as the tip hit the back of his throat, swirling his tongue obediently around your shaft.

Your heavy pants and groans echoed through the room as a warm feeling began to build in the pit of your stomach, the air around you becoming hot. You started to thrust your hips shallowly into König's mouth, making him choke on his sobs as drool and tears wet his chin and throat.

König whimpered, silently unzipping his pants and pulling out his weeping cock. He knew he shouldn't but he just couldn't hold on any longer. He cautiously ran his long fingers up the hot, pulsing length of his cock and circling them around his flushed, sensitive tip.

This was all too much for the poor man, his hips shuddering and bucking upwards into his fist as a lewd sound of pleasure ripped from his throat. He gagged on your cock and moaned, the dirty sounds getting muffled around the thick length in his mouth.

You hissed quietly through gritted teeth, the vibration of his moans feeling like heaven but nonetheless you pulled away and looked down at him with a musing sort of disappointment. König panted and looked up at you woefully, his hand still wrapped tightly around the base of his dick.

"Get on your hands and knees." You ordered softly and König obeyed swiftly, knowing he was definitely not on your good side anymore. A flick of a pocket knife was heard and soon the rest of König's clothes had been sliced and ripped off, his sniper gear long gone.

König let out a squeak, the cold air hitting his sensitive skin. You pressed your thumb against König's entrance, your digit already slicked from his saliva. He whimpered pathetically as he felt your index finger replace your thumb.

"Bitte~" he gasped again, his legs trembling in needy anticipation. "I can't hold on much longer sir-" he choked out, feeling two more thick fingers breach him.

"No need." You growled, handcuffing his sweaty hands to the bedpost. The sturdy steel had always held true, no matter how rough you had been. You smirked, glancing up across the room and seeing your reflections in the full length mirror.

"Since you wanted to touch yourself and cum so badly, I'll just use you like my little fuck-toy until you apologize for being so ridiculously disobedient." You whispered huskily, gripping König's ass and giving it a sharp slap.

König jolted and whimpered, trying to move his hips back onto the thick fingers in his ass. You let out a soft 'tsk' and landed a harsher slap to the back of his thigh, making him sob and moan out.

"I'm gonna milk myself dry inside you until you're begging for mercy Mein kleines Luder~" You cooed, getting on top of the trembling König and grinding your length along the valley of his ass.

"And you're gonna watch-" You purred in his ear, firmly gripping his jaw and forcing him to look at his desperate, needy reflection in the mirror.

König nodded quickly, pre-cum beading from his tip and trickling to the base of his length. "Yes sir-" he whispered meekly, a small moan leaving him as the fat tip of your cock pressed against his entrance.

A strangled, choked sob caught in his throat as you slowly slid your length deep inside him. You stroked the muscles in his back, silently asking when it was ok to move. No matter how much trouble he was in, you were always careful to make sure he wasn't in pain.

A soft sigh of pleasure left your lips as you shifted inside him, relishing in the feeling of his warm, slick walls hugging and contorting around you so sweetly. It was like he was made for you.

The slight movement made König let out a mewl of pleasure, rocking his hips back onto your length. This snapped you back to reality and you clicked your tongue in disapproval.

"Don't move, König-." You said firmly, shifting again just to tease. He whined again, looking at you desperately in the mirror. Using his name during sex always brought him some sort of humiliating pleasure.

"Please..." König muttered, his voice going up an octave pleadingly. "Please fuck me-" he whimpered. You chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss to his rugged jaw and lacing your hands into his long, dirty-blonde hair.

You tugged slightly, forcing König to look at you both in the mirror just as you dragged your cock out to the tip before slamming it back in to the hilt.

Your hips met his ass, your tip obviously hitting home as König let out a wail of pleasure. His back arched, his head thrown back in ecstasy. You were done being gentle.

König's choked moans and gasps filled the room as you set a punishing pace, locking your legs with his and fucking him into the floor. Your hand gripped his hair, making him watch how deeply you fucked him and how lewd his reactions were.

Not more than a minute later, König's moans became breathy and high pitched before his body convulsed and his head rolled back as he released his load onto the carpet. You smirked cruelly, forcing his head back down to watch himself in the mirror.

König knew he looked like an absolute whore. Your hand in his messy hair, tears rolling down his cheeks, his release dripping down his length onto the floor, and the way his cock bounced with each mind numbing thrust. He blushed deeply at the sight, his breathing ragged and desperate.

"Mein Herr~" he choked out, barely able to speak between uncontrollable moans. "S-so good-" he whispered hoarsely as his upper body gave out, your hand keeping his head up.

"You like being fucked like this huh?" You cooed teasingly above him, your length pounding deliciously into him. "Such a good mutt for me. Even though you can't keep your hands off your fucking cock-" You sneered, accentuating your thrusts to the last few harsh words.

König choked out another pathetic moan of overstimulation, nodding pathetically as best he could.

"Im s-sorry... bitte... aAh~ Es tut mir leid~!" he moaned, his eyes rolling back. His head was hazy at this point, the only thing in his mind was your rough thrusts reaching oh so deep inside him.

"I'm s-sorry for touching m-myself and... aAH~ c-coming without per-mission, mein Herr-" he cried out, not even able to hold his hips and head up anymore due to the overstimulation.

You let out a loving noise of adoration, pressing kisses to his neck, back, and jaw.

"Awwww, you're so.. good for me König~" you whispered in his ear between breathy groans. "Lovely apologizing-" you cooed, thrusting harder and chasing your high.

It wasn't long before your thrusts became sloppy and desperate as you chased your orgasm. You paid no mind to König writhing and moaning out in pleasure as you rutted deeply into him.

You tensed up as a delicious wave of pleasure ripped through your body and filled König up with your release. Ragged pants and gasps filled the room as you slowed and lay your head on your lovers broad shoulders, your head spinning.

König had cum again then collapsed from exhaustion and overstimulation. You pulled him gently out of the mess on the floor, pressing kisses to his neck, face and jaw to make sure he was okay. König let out a muffled noise of comfort and placed his large, calloused hand on the side of your head.

You both stayed there for a bit, collecting yourselves before you pulled out and uncuffed König. He rolled onto his back and gazed up at you with his usual 'I'm so glad you just fucked me' puppy eyes.

"I'm sorry for-" König started before you kissed him hard, tangling your hand in his hair and sliding your tongue in his mouth. This wasn't rough whatsoever, just lovestruck.

Eventually you pulled away for air and looked down at him with a slight smirk. "One more?" you asked softly, leaning down to suckle hickeys all over his marred skin.

König smiled breathlessly and nodded, lifting his hips up needily.

"Yes please~"

_end_

Notes:

OKAY SO, THEORETICALLY THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MORE... but I'm tired and my hands hurt. So lemme know if you want a part two.

As always my asks are open. Check out my fandom list, ask me anything, send me thirsts, doesn't have to be COD or MW2, literally anything.

I do have sub Graves x dom reader (and possibly a mouse x reader too) coming up but other than that not much.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY LOVELIES BYE <3

New Anon here! I'll call myself 'Mei Mei' so you'll know when I'll request next time that it's me! So! Let's go! I have a request, (there's blood!) Reaper x male!reader (I don't see those a lot) imagine Reader got seriously hurt but they don't want to tell reaper so he goes back to his room and falls asleep obviously still bleeding (imagine it's a huge gash on the stomach or something)

so Reaper Comes back from another mission and seeing his friend not greeting him back puts him off so he goes to his room to see if he's ok, after knocking he goes in and sees reader supposedly sleeping (the blanket is covering him) he goes to see if he's ok then sees dark red spots on the floor so he rips off the blanket

Friends to lovers?

Plz angst then fluff ending

:D ignore it if it makes you uncomfortable :)) I'll swing by again

Yes! I can do that! Seeing as the character was changed to Cassidy/McCree;

I have no problem with it! ^^ (Again sorry about the no reaper thing :c)

This took me a whole minute to write because I did try to add every element as requested so sorry about the wait!

Note there is a slight pov change after the time skip!

Cole Cassidy x Male Reader (could also be GN)

Just A Flesh Wound

You had probably known Cassidy for a good few years but never really bothered to get to know him. That is until recently. After a good few months you realized that there was a lot more about this unusual cowboy. Cassidy usually just remained in the background, at least to you. Cole had said things here and there but you just put him on the back burner. However, upon getting to know him recently you realized that he wasn't so bad and actually was rather outspoken, you just hadn't noticed before. He was really sweet, very caring and also very goofy. The random jokes that fell out of his mouth or snarky comments he'd give to others made you chuckle which only fueled Cassidy's flame.

However, you still couldn't bring yourself to tell him how you really felt around him. It was so bad to the point of distance, you wanted to put a small but of distance between you two so you didn't "burden him with your emotions," as you told one of your other close friends in Overwatch, Lena or Tracer if you will. You tried to make it as unnoticeable as possible but this cowboy was too slick. He caught on quickly and decided if you wanted the space, he would give it. Yet, it made him feel awful. He wanted to be near you as much as you did, but he knew something was up so he didn't bother trying to push.

Currently though, you had come back from a rather tough mission with a big gash on your stomach that had slowed bleeding by now yes, but it was an awful wound that just wouldn't let up. You decided upon seeing the others that your wound could wait, Angela had others to take care of. You concluded that for now, you would just go sleep and rest while keeping as still as possible so you didn't reopen the wound. That didn't work out though.

As soon as you hit the blankets, a nice feeling of ecstasy washed over you. Damn was it comfortable, so you got under the covers and relaxed. Pretty soon that relaxation was so deep you didn't realize the red color tainting your comfy blankets.

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He had stood right behind the door, trying to convince himself to just knock. Truth was, he was super worried about you so he decided today of all days, he could come to check on you to see how you were holding up.

"Damnit Cole, just knock." He muttered to himself as his hand reached up and knocked.

After he got no answer, he spun around and went to walk away when he saw the blood trail leading up to your room on the floor. Now he was worried so he tried one more knock, mostly out of worry and not wanting to barge in.

Nothing.

Thats when he tried the door knob. Turning it slowly, he realized it was unlocked much to his surprise. He stepped in through the doorway, his spurs singing a soft melody as he walked in. When he was in the room, he followed the blood trail right up to your bed. He stared in shock as he saw the blood seeping into the blanket. Panic set in as he uncovered you from your blankets and he inspected the wound. Upon looking at it he decided you were going to see Angela one way or another.

He picked you up, bridal style and carried you out quickly. Upon seeing your eyes flutter open weakly, he felt a slight wave of relief wash over him.

"What's going on?" You ask, the pain straining your voice.

"I'm takin' you to see Angela. Yer wound needs tendin' to." He spoke firmly.

"Cole I'm fi-" You got cut off.

"No you're not." His brows knit into a worried expression.

You had fallen silent for a moment before speaking. "How did you get in anyways?"

"Yer door was unlocked."

"Oh."

"Mhm."

You looked ahead, you both weren't far from her office now. Your arms instinctively wrapped around your stomach out of discomfort and pain. Your vision was slightly fuzzy too from the blood loss, maybe sleeping wasn't a good idea. Suddenly it was starting to all fade away into darkness.

"Hang in there bud." Cole's voice snapped you from the darkness trying to engulf you.

You remained silent, until you were right outside her office. "Cole, I'm sorry for avoiding you.." You started.

"Now now, don't go gettin' sappy with me." His tone was worried but he knew you wouldn't die, not from this at least.

"I know but I have to say sorry and.." You hesitated. "I avoided you because I like you."

He looked stunned but he walked inside Angela's office. "Real bad time to say yer feelings but.." He looked around. "I like you too bud. Now let's get you patched up." He said with his worried expression never fading.

Angela soon walked up and she instructed Cassidy to put you on one of the beds before she started to work on you. You looked at Cassidy before falling into a sleep so you could be stitched up. You held your hand out, a pathetic expression from the pain.

He took it quickly and held your hand firmly. He flashed you a worried smile and gently squeezing your hand. You flashed him a pained smile back before the darkness consumed you. However, it wasn't a bad thing. You knew you'd be okay and have to wake up to a lot of explaining to Cassidy.

(Again thank you for requesting! I hope this is what you wanted!)

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Art cakes by Koyke

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☆☆AN✮✮ Yes hello I'm late for Christmas I know. That's the story of my life. Late AF. Also I've been writing Himbo All Might for so long that writing flirty AM makes me tingly. I like it. I should write more of this.

✮✮Warnings★★ All Might x Male Reader. SFW.

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Oh no. This was bad.

He gnawed on his nails as the retweets kept increasing. As an artist, notoriety was welcomed by him. But not this way. Thankfully his pseudonym had come in handy, and no one knew it was him. Sorry, cornflower45000.

See, what had happened was one of his friends had requested an NSFW drawing after her present got lost in the mail. So feeling guilty, Y/N obliged and sent it off with a “Merry Christmas” and “Please don’t share it online.”

Only for her to share it online.

It’s not that Y/N wasn’t proud of his work. It was one of those rare moments where he couldn't nitpick at the flaws in his art. But he really didn’t want a nude drawing of All Might wrapped in Christmas lights and a Santa hat to go viral!

And the worst part was All Might was his boss! There was no way he could face the pro hero without uncontrollable sweating and blushing. Y/N worked so hard to remain calm and collected in his presence. To maintain professionalism when all he wanted was All Might to sign his underwear.

Well, that might be going a bit too far. Maybe just an autograph that Y/N could later get tattooed on his chest.

But now, if All Might found out it was him, there would be no doubt he was going to get fired. That's why he, Y/N, would confess to his crimes before he was.

Growing up, he was the type of kid who hated to lie and would immediately confess to his parents whenever he did something wrong. There was no way Y/N could sit in suspense and tolerate the guilt. It was going to eat him up alive otherwise.

“Y/N-san?” someone called.

His head snapped up, and he saw All Might’s receptionist looking at him expectantly.

“Yes?”

“You may go in now.”

“Thanks.” Y/N did a quick bow of his head and walked into All Might’s office.

The muscular hero was sitting at his desk in a signature yellow suit and had a worried look on his face as he did his paperwork.

Y/N excused himself, “Sorry to disturb you. I have something I want to talk about.”

All Might looked up, and a broad smile stretched across his face.

“Y/N! You can come talk to me anytime, and now I have an excuse not to do this paperwork.”

He then took his paperwork and shoved it into his drawer haphazardly.

“How can I help?”

“Before I say anything,” Y/N began. “I want you to know that I respect you, and I never wanted things to go this far. I hope you can forgive me.”

All Might frowned, “Are you ok? Did something happen?”

“It’s all my fault! I should never have done it. I didn't think she would post it on the internet!”

Y/N’s words confused All Might, who looked at him contemplatively. Y/N, on the other hand, didn't notice, continued his tirade.

“I acted unprofessionally, and I drew an image in your likeness. It became viral.”

He finished quietly, “It’s also a mature image.”

The hero leaned in and said, “What was that? I couldn't hear.”

“I drew a sexy picture of you with Christmas lights and a Santa hat!”

All Might blinked several times and just sat there in his chair. “Oh.”

“Was it nice at least?”

“All Might!” Y/N yelped. “You can’t ask that! You need to discipline me. As your employee, I violated some part of my contract. In fact, you should suspend me.”

“Y/N, I think that’s going a bit too far-”

“Without pay!” Y/N then slammed his hands on All Might’s desk and leaned in intensely. “I absolutely deserve it.”

The pro hero nodded and patted Y/N’s hands.

“I understand. You’re right. Y/N, you’re suspended for a week.”

“Without pay,” Y/N interrupted.

“WIthout pay,” All Might amended. “However, while you’re gone. You have an assignment. I want to commission you.”

“Me?” Y/N asked, pointing to himself. “What did you have in mind?”

“Think of it as a New Year’s gift. Fireworks going off in the background.”

Y/N wondered if he should be writing this down if All Might was serious about his request. But he never got to as he was tugged across the table by his shirt. He was leaning forward, balancing on his toes after being manhandled by the older hero.

A surprised moan erupted from Y/N when All Might pulled him into a kiss. His mind went blank, and he was helpless. Just as Y/N was about to respond to the pro hero’s probing tongue, his clothes were let go, and they separated. He felt lingering regret as he met All Might’s equally flustered and needy eyes.

Thankfully he walked around his desk to kiss Y/N again. He could feel All Might’s hands gently caressing his cheeks which was a sharp contrast to how he kissed. He had never been so dominated in his life as he was trapped between the desk and the pro hero’s hard body. Though Y/N’s harsh breathing filled the space, it was All Might’s voice that drowned it out. He panted and moaned his name desperately but dove right back to kiss Y/N again.

“Fireworks in the background and us kissing,” All Might gasped when he let go of him.

“What?”

“My commission,” he reminded Y/N. “I want that when you come back.”

Oh right. He was suspended. Why did that happen again? Y/N’s mind was spinning and he couldn't get a handle on his thoughts at all.

“And by the way, I lied. I saw that art that you drew of me,” All Might said. Y/N’s eyes grew wide at his admission. “I liked it; however, there was one thing that threw me off.”

Y/N stiffened when he felt the pro hero’s hands pluck his belt.

“The size was all wrong.”

His cheeks blushed crimson, and All Might grinned mischievously.

“You can leave now. I’ll see you in a week, Y/N.”

He awkwardly bowed and made his way out stiffly, partly because he was embarrassed and partly because his cock was straining against his pants. Just as he was about to open the door, he stopped when he heard All Might’s voice.

“Let me know the next time you draw a nude of me. I’ll give you a reference, so it’s more accurate next time.”

Y/N, flustered, slammed the door hurriedly and walked away to the sound of All Might’s laughter.

"Real Clown" cards included with my recent Mooseburger Originals order!

BRUCE???

Could I get nsfw Silco x trans male!reader? more rough w/ name calling pls. it can just be headcanons or a whole thing, ur pick!

Mhm. Horny all my dear followers are 😏

Silco being *cough* topped *cough* by a Trans Male reader!

Reader: trans male

Warnings: Nsfw, horny, 18+, rough, name calling, both strap ons, Respecting Boundaries (oh no scary 😨), Silco basically being a cock sleeve

Arcane Masterlist

Fuck riding, your banging him from the back.

Hold his hips roughly while u slam him from behind

He thinks your scars from top surgery is so fucking hot he has no idea why, probally because its a focial point your smaller scars are basically just accessories to your big scar

Gets easily flustered when you rail him beyond belief

Extremely rough with him

No. No touchy necky. No. Touchy thy neck w/hands, with lips..its okay

And you respect that

Calling him your little slut while you fucking destroy him in the matting press

"Im not pleading" "then your not getting fucked"

He leaning into kiss you but you grab him by his hair roughly and force him away with the biggest smirk on your face

Being bigger than him in height, you bending over his body and just destroying him

Before you got bottom surgery (or if you decided on not getting it) you were still the top, just with a massive ass strap

Grabbing his face roughly, "tell daddy how hard you truly want it, come on beg for daddys fat cock"

Grabbing his ass and eating him out

Fuck no to a threesome, fuck your his, and he's your cock sleeve and you make sure he knows that, not that he really minds anyways

Roughly grabbing him by his vest to kiss him, then gropping his ass

Heated arguements turn into rough sex, like. Damn that hurts afterwards but fuck did it feel good when we were fuckin sex

Mans horny for you, especially if your dressed nice

He likes your long hair, you only kept it long for Jinx to braid it and pratice

But fuck does he love you with short hair too: mhm he. MHMMM fuck just fuck him now

With grip onto your hair while you fuck him and it just urges you to go harder

Pretty sure you guys broke a bed frame at one point

Even though Slut is the basic name hes called in the bed room he also likes: Cum Dump, being called your cock sleeve, whore, fucker, bitch,

Always accommodated with a praise but name calling: "Your my pretty little whore aren't you? You fuckin bitch."

He thinks you smoking after sex is hot, especially when you kiss him with smoke in your mouth

If i see one more American joking about a war breaking out, I'm just gonna fucking dropkick them out the window.

It's easy to joke around when you're all the way on the other side of the globe isn't it? Well. It's much less fun when you're in direct proximity of Ukraine.

"oh it's just jokes" then where's the punchline. Where does the funny start bc i don't see it. Please tell me.

"it's a way of coping" YOU'RE IN AMERICA.

Kisses and Near Misses (Riff x Reader) Part 11

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures.

AN: My laptop is fixed and the fic shall resume! I’ll post every two or three days again until this fic finishes. Thank you for your patience.

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Making A Deal (Kylo Ren x (Pirate)Male! Reader)

Word Count: 1377

Summary: A Captain of a neutral vessel finds himself tangled in between both parties of the war, yet he can't stop himself from clearly having a favourite of the two.

Warnings: Very slight implications of NSFW, getting beaten up, forced strip search, no use of Y/N

Inspired by: Seth/Mandalore's (@xmalereader) Kylo Ren X Pirate! Male Reader, it's super good. I suggest reading it; their writing really inspires me!!

It wasn’t odd to undergo a pat-down before dropping off the requested cargo to The Resistance. Of course, the pirates weren’t forced to leave their weapons but staying on the good side of 50% of their income was essential.

The visits weren’t calm. On the contrary, anxiety and nervousness wracked through everybody that occupied the abandoned and fixed up buildings, they were hiding in. They never stayed long. The atmosphere was unwelcoming and hard to breathe in. The captain of, what they consider themselves to be, a “real” rebel group. Found the Resistance to be pathetic, allowing themselves to cower and live in poor living conditions just to do little to nothing against the First Order.

Unfortunately, the pirate group had significantly thinned, many fighting with The Resistance over the years. Because of the opposing view that the captain had over the rebels, the old members weren’t allowed to come back. If they wanted to join a group of cowards, they could stay living like that.

It wasn’t odd to be entirely stripped down and have their ship ransacked when they met a small vessel that belonged to the First Order on a planet ruled by them. The captain stood as he watched their things be thrown down the ramp, covering himself with his hands and sighing, looking over at his crew and cracking a smile at them. Most of them scoffed but smiled back. It was good they didn't carry costly things on the ship. They couldn’t complain anyway, as the First Order was the other half of their primary income. Their treatment had shifted after the first time.

Then, the whole group had been beaten and bound, forced to sit on their knees and watch as their ship was torn to pieces, things were broken, and their rations stolen. Kylo Ren watched over that first transaction. He wanted to be there if they really were a Resistance ship. He desired to take out the primary supply cache for his opposers with his own two hands. Though after listening to the captain while gripping his hair and forcing his head to crane back so he’d properly look up at the still-standing Kylo, he deemed them to be far more helpful once the captain's views of the rebels were expelled through a busted lip. He laughs through his helmet when the captain boldly claims his views on what the Supreme Leader had done, and was doing, weren’t all that positive either. To say that the captain was surprised he wasn’t done in at that moment was an understatement.

Their treatment had been adjusted for the following trades. That meant they weren’t beaten anymore. The precautions to make sure they weren’t harbouring any Rebels was necessary. This small group with supposedly nothing to gain by siding with either side could turn around and decide that the Resistance was far more valuable. The captain was still steadfast in his views and amused Kylo Ren. Something was refreshing about having someone that couldn’t care less about either side. Trying to make a living by supplying the war. He chuckles at the report, holding his chin in his hand while reading the heckling that the captain had spat towards the troopers, almost getting his head busted in with a blaster.

This sort of peace lasted a few years, Kylo Ren turning a blind eye to a few rouge troopers joining the fleet. He had also decided to go to a few deals, much to his appointed negotiator's disapproval. All Kylo could frequently accomplish with his “dealings” was irritate the captain and earn little to no supplies after talking.

“We need their help for the ships that patrol parts that we have no time to reach Supreme Leader. This is vital, and I beg for you to step down.” The negotiator almost lost his life over his demanding words. But, lucky for him, Kylo agreed with the overall message. Even though it merited having the man shot into space. He wasn’t allowed to lead the negotiation anymore, but he still came, looking over the captain with his arms crossed over his chest.

The captain of the small fleet would never admit that his sleepless nights was thinking about Kylo Ren, that most of the time he was startled awake by his modified voice, staring around his sleeping quarters as if the man had been right next to him. It happened frequently. The captain would be napping, reclined in his pilots chair as they blasted through hyper-speed. His dream would feel too real, like he could reach out and physically touch Kylo Ren, sometimes feeling the cold of his mask would frighten the man awake, thinking that one of his members was being stupid and pressing a cold drink to any exposed flesh. Only to find himself totally alone in the cockpit.

It was hard to glance over at Kylo like he used to when these dreams started. Unable to make his glances casual, like he was just checking the position of the threatening man. He avoided turning to him at all, adverting his gaze and clenching his fists by his sides when Kylo would approach him. The defiance had gotten him in trouble with the Supreme Leader before, the man losing patience with the cowardice and gripping onto his hair to force his head around if he dared to move his eyes from anything that wasn’t Kylo’s mask.

Though the pirate couldn’t see it, Kylo couldn’t help but smirk under his mask, seeing how soft the usually stern captain’s eyes would turn when he was forced to be direct with his gaze.

Sometimes Kylo wouldn’t even have anything to say to the captain, just gripping onto his hair and forcing him to stare at the mask. He was impressed by his ability to stay calm, sometimes even stepping out of the grip and fixing his hair. “Are we done here?” And that would be it, the groups parting until the next transmission.

The captain was asleep in his quarters, drawn into something much deeper than a simple REM cycle when Kylo appeared to him again. His thoughts felt unburdened during these dreams. Even when sleeping, his thoughts were hard to keep quiet. He had that reprieve during these moments. He makes his way to Kylo as the man sat meditating, the captain taking a seat next to him, looking up at the void that surrounded them, a heavy sigh escaping him. The silence was comfortable. Neither could have this outside of these moments. It was clear to the captain that these weren’t dreams anymore, that he was interacting with Kylo Ren somehow, he just... Couldn’t understand what the cause of it was, how the Supreme Leader was causing it. He overheard that Ray was experiencing the same things a few cycles ago, but his disinterest in what was going on with the Resistance caused his eavesdropping to end quickly. Kylo sighs and reaches over, grabbing the man's chin and making their eyes meet, the captain cracking a crooked smile at him, letting his head fall a little more into the man's hand. Kylo stares at him for a while, just holding him like that, watching his eyes fall closed in a relaxed manner. He could hurt him right now. Force him to show him his quarters, to pin him down into the bed and push his lightsaber through his chest.

The Supreme Leader sighs, the breath coming out as a hiss through his clenched teeth, his grip on the males jaws tighter, causing his eyes to crack open slightly. Kylo’s eyes locking with the captains makes something finally break in Kylo, his breath catching in his throat before he leans forward and presses a kiss into the other man's lips, a satisfaction warming his chest when there’s no hesitance.

It wasn’t odd for the Supreme Leader to take what he wanted from the man when he was asleep. It was welcomed, and none were the wiser as they stood in their usual spots on the meetup planet, the captain making snide remarks when Troopers walked past, his eyes flicking over to Kylo more than once, his tongue darting between his lips before his attention is pulled to one of his crew members.

scam | levi a. x reader x erwin s.

----> Double crossing two different wealthy men is a risky game to play. Just who did you think you were messing with?

----> warnings: fem!reader, threesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral sex (m. receiving), pillow humping, penetrative sex, anal sex, double penetration, degradation, creampie, mentios of cheating

----> a/n: FINALLY THE RICH ERURI FANFIC IS HERE. this is one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to write. don’t expect any more smutty stories anytime soon LMAO anyways, I’m excited to get back to working on standing at the crossroads.

You’d thought you were slick.

Okay, to be fair, you kind of had been. It was no real blow to your moral compass either.

Maybe you felt a little bad.

Not really, though.

For fuck’s sake, Erwin Smith certainly didn’t lose more than an hundredth of a single percent of his money every time he splurged on you. You had nothing to feel guilty about, especially not when you were in a lingerie shop, staring at yourself in the changing room mirror while Erwin’s large hands explored your stomach, groped your breasts and dipped under your panties, whispers of you’re so pretty like this, princess hissed into your ear as he fucked you in the very expensive lingerie before buying it for you. There’s an emotional component to sex, sure, and you’re not just his sugar baby. He takes time out of his day as a filthy rich CEO to take you on dates, kisses you sweetly when you’re about to leave, and even texts you good mornings and good nights with adorable dedication.

Now, Levi Ackerman doesn’t bother texting you sweet nothings—actually, if he could avoid texting you at all, he’d probably be happier. He’s also not one for public sex, but that’s not to say he doesn’t like taking risks. Would someone who doesn’t like living on the dangerous side take calls from his friend/rival/ex-boyfriend-you-think Zeke while he’s lazily drawing circles on your clit? Levi just isn’t as flashy as Erwin is, but he still removes your fingers from your phone screen when you’re scrolling through your wishlist and enters in those magical sixteen digits that have you cooing out thanks as he kisses down your neck, muttering something about how there are multiple ways you can make it up to him, starting by getting on your knees and sucking his cock.

What did you have to feel sorry for? Yeah, you were a two-timer, and yeah, they were both kinda nice, and yeah, you were using them both for their wallets, but it’s not like you ever explicitly said that you were exclusive. This wasn’t your first rodeo. And neither of them openly announced you as their girlfriend either, even if it was...slightly implied.

Maybe if you’d picked up on that implication, you wouldn’t be in this mess.

Erwin always was a good fucking liar. Almost as good as you. He’d asked you to attend a very high class party being held at Nile Dok’s house, which of course was a whole mansion. He’d picked you up from your little apartment, greeted you with a brief kiss to your lips, told you you looked beautiful in the black dress you were wearing, and kept his hand on your thigh as the driver took you two to the party. You suspected nothing.

For about an hour, you switched between talking, dancing, and going to the bathroom so you could bag some of the toiletries that Dok was apparently just giving away for free. Sometimes you got a few dirty looks from people, either because you quite obviously didn’t belong with these so-called elites, or because of your younger age. Whatever it was, you ignored it gracefully, saddling up to Erwin to whisper everyday conversation in a way that made it seem like you were being sultry.

You should have known something was up when he took your hand and asked you to come to a different room with him.

You should have known. Erwin wasn’t the type to whisk you away and make out with you in a separate room like some of the men and women you’d scammed in the past. Maybe it was just the giddiness of being in such a large and flashy mansion, but you’d been exceptionally stupid by not asking any questions. And that was why—

That is why you open an inconspicuous-looking bedroom door only to find Levi Ackerman leaning against the opposite wall, smoking a cigarette with an unperturbed look on his face.

Your eyes widen, and you step back immediately, blindly reaching back to try to find Erwin’s hand. “T-this room is occupied—”

“I see that,” the blonde hums lowly, closing and locking the door behind you. “You didn’t wait too long, did you, Levi?”

“Long enough,” the other man grumbles, scanning your form as he blows out a puff of smoke.

You gape, opening and closing your mouth. You’re a smart girl, unfortunately, and you put the pieces together pretty quickly. If only you’d been slightly dumber, then you could have played this off with an airy laugh.

“You two...know each other.”

“We’re long time friends,” Erwin says pleasantly, “do you want to sit down, (F/N)?”

Your mouth feels very dry all of a sudden. “I’d rather not.”

“Sit,” Levi snaps, no room for argument in his voice.

So you take a seat at the edge of the bed, not even chancing a glance down as you gaze warily at the two of them. Levi stays standing by the edge of the wall, while Erwin takes a seat on the couch across from the bed. The room is huge, luxurious, your entire childhood home could probably fit in here. It’s too bad that you’re in the deepest shit you’ve ever been in your entire life, because you really would have liked to make out on this bed and then fall asleep on it.

You have no idea how you’re going to get out of this. Playing it smart is the only tool you have at your disposal. You’ve been double crossing them for weeks now and they clearly only just figured this out, which means you are the brains of this little trio. You can do it. You just have to stay alert.

“Nothing I did was illegal.” This should be thrown out first, because no way are you letting some rich assholes throw you in jail for scamming and cheating on them. “I didn’t coerce either of you, and I didn’t fake my identity.”

For some reason, Erwin looks victorious. “I told you (F/N) was her real name.”

“Pardon me for not taking your word for it.” Levi finishes his cigarette, putting it out. You think about how good his lips must taste at this moment, but quickly banish that thought. “What else did you lie about, then?

Your nails dig into your palm. There is no easy way to say this. “Nothing. You know my real name and age. I’m in my first year of grad school. The only things I’ve lied about are...my feelings for you both, which was more exaggerated than anything.” After all, you were fond of the two of them. It’s just that you were fond of their wallets more. “If it helps, it’s not like I prefer one of you over the other. I was just in it for the money.”

“So you’re a golddigger.”

“...Yeah.”

“Done it before?”

“A couple times.”

“Anyone we know?”

God, you hope not. “To my knowledge, no.” You glance between your questioner and Erwin, who seems awfully calm. They both do. Of course, this is an ambush, so they’ve had ample time to adjust to the news, but you’d expect anger in this kind of situation. Neither of them look mad. Levi seems a bit pissed, sure, but he always looks like that. Apparently it helps when you’re staring down people in court. You’ve never been to one of his trials, but you have no trouble believing that he’s made several people cry.

And despite that, Erwin is more terrifying. He doesn’t glare people down, he doesn’t need to. It’s his way with words that’s terrifying. You know he’s charmed his way into several business deals that no one else but him could pull off. His silver tongue has made you both shriek his name and convince you to stay the night despite your otherwise reluctance to spend too much time with the people you’re conning. Even now, as you watch him, Erwin is cool, composed, amused, like he knows exactly how this is going to end.

Which, you assume, is with you expelled or homeless or some shit. Yeah, right. Not on your fucking watch.

Levi cups your chin, tearing your eyes off Erwin and back on him. “Are you sorry?” he coos, voice dropping. Your eyes widen, not having expected the sudden sexual advance from him. And it is most certainly sexual, given Levi’s change of tone. You know that tone, it’s the one he uses when his thumbs are rubbing circles on your hips and grinding into you against the large glass window that’s in his bedroom. Luckily, there are no such windows in this room.

“I—I—”

You're aware of the sudden heat that pools between your legs. Shit.

Levi trails his thumb over your lower lip before pushing it past them, past your teeth, until your lipstick is staining his fingers, mouth stretched over his thumb. "I don't think you are," he says mockingly, "you're lucky that Erwin here is so forgiving."

"She's also lucky that you and I happened to date back in the day."

"Don't say 'back in the day' like we were in middle school or some shit. It was six years ago. Oi—" he snaps, nudging your chin further up. "Suck."

But you're not letting them do some kind of revenge sex with you. Oh no, you're not gullible, not even when you're horny. Erwin and Levi have another thing coming if they think that this is going to work. You don't force his hand away, but you stare up at him cooly, raising a single brow. A glare crosses over his features, and he removes his thumb, smearing the strand of spit over your lips roughly.

"(F/N)," Erwin begins, voice smooth like the silk bathrobes he purchased for you three weeks ago, "if something like this gets out, you could get expelled. People would remember you for this your whole life."

"That sounds like blackmail to me."

"It is. But it doesn't have to be. As it is, Levi and I are quite willing to share. Financially, socially, you lose nothing if you agree. If anything, you gain the comfort of not having to hide your infidelity."

Infidelity sounds like such a proper word. Like you're an unsatisfied married woman looking for an adventure and not a broke college student trying to experience what it's like to live in the lap of luxury. However, despite everything, you can safely say you've enjoyed yourself more with these two than you have with any of the other people you've scammed. It's why you've procrastinated breaking it off with them. They challenge you, push your buttons, satisfy you in more ways than one. Actually, it's no wonder that they know each other, remarkable people always find a way of finding one another.

"What's in it for you two?" you ask cautiously. Baby blue eyes gleam victoriously. He knows he has you.

"The chance to enjoy your company, of course. We're both very fond of you, darling."

Oh, now he's bringing out the nicknames. These men are both as into you as you are into them. You've never been in a…a throuple before, but if that's what they're suggesting, you have surprisingly few qualms.

"But," you push, and Levi's grip on your chin tightens just a bit, "how long does this go on?"

"However long you want," Erwin says easily, "you're free to end this agreement whenever."

"Yeah, right. And have my life ruined?"

"We don't actually plan to blackmail you," Levi says in a scathing tone, as though you were stupid to even think such a thing. "But if you disagree, it's still you who loses the money. Our only requirement is exclusivity, outside of the two of us. That includes the shitty brats you run around with all the time.”

Thinking it over in your head, you really can’t find any faults with the agreement. You still get your paycheck, for lack of a better word, and you don’t really have to pretend anymore either. Clearly the two of them are interested in the sex, and they’re good at it, so you can’t think of any possible complaints you would have. Getting to enjoy a lavish life with these two is surprisingly not the worst way you could spend at least the next year.

“Fine.” You nod. “I’m in.”

“Good. Lie down.”

You look at Levi, amused that he still hasn’t relinquished his grip on you. “What, don’t I get a kiss?”

Something clicks in his blue-grey eyes, a warning that you’ve seen countless times before. His touch becomes tender, as he kneels down and you tilt closer. Knowing Erwin is watching brings a heat to your cheeks that you haven’t felt in a long time. Do they plan to take turns with you, let the other simply watch?

Levi’s lips are almost on yours when he murmurs, “Cheeky bitch, did you think we weren’t going to punish you first?”

You gape, but he’s already standing up straight, snapping his fingers and gesturing for you to lie back on the bed. You’re about to snap back, be bratty like you tend to be and how you know Levi likes, but the warning in his eyes intensifies, and you find your throat parched all of a sudden. So you lean back until you’re resting against the headboard, watching him carefully.

Erwin stands, walking over until he’s towering over behind Levi. His eyes are only for the shorter man, he barely spares you a glance. Your ego wouldn’t have been able to take it had you not known that it was deliberate. He wanted you to be offended, wanted you to see that his lack of attention was because, as Levi said, this was a punishment. While the two obviously didn’t have plans to go after you legally or blackmail you, there were many ways they had to make a person crack.

Devils. Other people most certainly call them that often, but it’s the first time you’ve thought such of either.

“Levi,” Erwin almost purrs, leaning down to press his lips to his neck. “tell (F/N) what you want.”

The ravenette doesn’t say anything at first. You would think that he’d be embarrassed too, as one of Erwin’s large hands began popping open the buttons of his dress shirt, face buried in his neck as he samples the taste of his skin. But his gaze is still locked on you coldly, and there is no hesitancy in his voice as he snaps, “Leggings. Off.”

If you’re not the first girl that these two have fucked together, then you’re going to be royally pissed off. With a steady hand, you fondle the strap of your dress, pushing it off your shoulder slowly.

“Hey,” Levi’s voice cuts in sharply. “Are you deaf?” His back is pressed entirely into Erwin’s chest, loose shirt hanging off shoulders giving you the delicious sight of his bare and taut chest and stomach. “I said leggings. I’ll take care of the dress myself. Don’t bother taking your panties off either. You don’t deserve to.”

At this, you turn even redder. But curiosity compels you to obey, to slowly tug your leggings down until they’re pooled around your feet, dress bunched up around your waist. Seeing the wet spot on your lacy white panties doesn’t even bring a smirk to his face. All Levi does is scoff, although his breath catches when Erwin bites down on his pulse, bringing his hands up to tweak both his nipples with practiced hands.

The sight is the most mesmerizing thing you’ve ever seen. Levi Ackerman, who you’ve only seen stutter all of zero times, is standing with his mouth hanging open and his head leaning back, as he slowly becomes lost in the pleasure being given to him. You follow Erwin’s movements on his body enviously, watching the exact spots he presses down, where he rubs, what he touches. Even if you strain your ears, you can’t tell what filthy things Erwin is whispering in Levi’s ear, but whatever it is has Levi releasing a breathless whine that echoes in your ears and makes your core throb. He grabs Erwin’s hand, pushing it down to where he can unbuckle his pants.

Which Erwin does with no haste at all. He takes his time, still not looking at you, nipping at Levi’s earlobe and jaw. There is a certain...expertise in Erwin’s movements, and you find yourself wondering why they even broke up when the blonde can so easily reduce Levi to a whimpering mess. Fuck, in all the time you’ve been with him, you’ve never even fathomed bringing Levi to this state, and Erwin’s done it so quickly. You’re not even sure who you’re more jealous of right now.

What seems like lifetimes later, Levi’s pants are unbuckled and pulled down, and Erwin is palming his hard cock through his boxers. He releases a growl, muttering a quick, “Get on with it,” at which Erwin only smiles patiently, obviously accustomed to such needy demands.

Sliding his shirt off, Levi is left clad in his boxers only, letting out grunts and sighs as Erwin grinds into him slowly from behind. It should be downright humiliating for Levi, to become so undone while Erwin is still fully clothed, but when he opens his eyes and glares at you, you’re still the only one who feels embarrassed.

And when Erwin finally pulls Levi’s dick out, even embarrassment leaves you as you shamelessly ogle the two men. Erwin strokes his length as Levi curses, eyes shutting. “That’s it,” Erwin coos, and a longing moan leaves the other man at the condescending encouragement. “I’ve missed you, Levi.”

His hand moves faster, and it’s like a beautiful disaster unfolding right before your eyes. Oh God, the way Levi is bucking into Erwin’s hand, face twisted, like it’s the first handjob he’s ever received...you shudder, tossing your head back against the pillow as gently as you can and slipping your hand underneath your panties.

Erwin says something, too quietly for you to hear, but Levi gives him a breathless murmur of assent before turning around to face him. He’s blocking your view, but you hear a faint click as he unbuckles Erwin’s belt, and then Levi is getting down on his knees.

You bite down on your tongue hard. God help you, you’re not going to make any sound when neither of them have even touched you. It’s not that erotic of a sight, just two of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen in your goddamn life being extremely lewd right in front of you.

“(F/N),” your name is called sharply. Erwin finally addresses you directly, his piercing gaze finding refuge on your flushed expression. “Neither of us said you could touch yourself. Hands where I can see them.” You open your mouth to protest, because your fingers are already slick with your arousal, and you desperately need some friction, but Erwin speaks before you can say anything. “You’re a good student, darling, I know your grades are exceptional, and that’s because you know how to listen—ah fuck, Levi—”

Ignoring Erwin’s reprimanding (seriously, who the hell does he think he is, talking to you in a way that makes you abashed and horny at the same time), Levi is already tugging down his clothes and taking his cock in his palm, only taking a moment to spit in his hand before stroking him languidly.

Erwin is far more vocal than Levi allows himself to be. With a not-so-subtle growl, he fists Levi’s hair, bringing the other man’s lips to the head of his dick. Your eyes trail down to where you can see how almost painfully hard he is, and your mouth goes dry. At the hem of your panties, your fingers still, forgetting what you were going to argue about as you stare. Levi grunts from the slight force, but he opens his mouth and two inches slip past his lips, drawing a raspy fuck from Erwin and a muted gasp from you.

Levi has never been one to hold back, not when he really wants something. And damn, does he really want this. It’s obvious from the way he bobs his head back and forth, taking more each time, moaning even with his mouth stretched out around Erwin’s thick length.

And it’s quite obvious, from the way his throat bobs, from the way his mouth falls open, from the way he tightens his grip on Levi’s hair and pushes him further down on his cock, that Erwin really wants this too.

He manages to hold your gaze again, and a deep groan emits from somewhere deep in his chest when he sees that your panties are soaked through. A slight smirk forms on his face, one that makes you shiver, amazed that he can manage to somehow be composed while getting fucking deepthroated.

“Do you wish you were in my place, darling?” His eyes gleam wickedly. “Or maybe, you wish you were in Levi’s place. You do love to use that mouth.”

A whine finally escapes you, as you grind back into the bed, imaginary restraints keeping you in place as though one of them tied you up. Either option is heavenly. If only you could be standing in the middle of the room, black hair tickling your thighs as Levi ate you out in this stupid humongous room. Just the idea of his tongue—his mean, harsh, wondrous tongue—on your sopping wet cunt has you shutting your eyes, rubbing your legs together to relieve the ache at your core.

And the second option is even more arousing than the first, if that’s even possible. To kneel down and suck Erwin off, feel his hard and heavy member in your mouth as you lick, suck, slurp him so well that he doesn’t even have it in him to be condescending anymore. To knead his balls and drool over them so he could get a good look of how absolutely fucked out you looked every time you let him use your mouth.

“Hump the pillow.”

Your eyes widen. “Pardon?”

“The pillow you’re so comfortable on right now. Go ahead. If you want to get off, that’s the only way I’ll let you. Don’t take off your panties.”

You gawk, disbelieving. Forget embarrassment, forget humiliation, this request is on another level. He wants you to hump a pillow like you’re some horny teenager—ironically, your teenage years were the only times you had ever bothered to put that kind of effort into feeling good, because it often left your legs sore and at the end, wasn’t even worth it. You’re free to say no. You know that. But...the thrumming between your legs is clearly not going to be satisfied any other way.

So you can’t bring yourself to refuse.

Rolling on your stomach, you fold the pillow and slide it underneath you, gasping as soon as it makes contact with your clothed cunt. This time you’re the one avoiding looking at him, because you can’t bear to look at Erwin as you slowly begin to ride the pillow, unable to hold back the whines that slip past your lips as soon as you build a pace. Shit, fuck, fuck, it’s not enough, but it’s everything, it’s—

Erwin bucks forward, groaning as he takes in both you and Levi. The sound of his voice sends shockwaves straight down, and you bow your head and gasp. The friction makes your eyes roll back, and feeling Erwin’s eyes on you, watching you act so wanton on his command, is enough to take any shame and replace it with a sudden thrill.

You’re loving this.

“Look at her,” Erwin growls, tugging Levi off. “Look at her, she’ll use anything she can just to come.”

You whimper softly. “T-that’s not true—ah.” Tears build in the corner of your eyes. It feels so good, you’re actually astonished by how good it feels. Normally, you don’t enjoy coming around nothing, but you feel like you’re burning right now. Every inch of you feels like it’s been set ablaze, a feeling that only increases twofold when you realize that you’re the one who’s being watched now.

Levi’s eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them, almost blown out by how intensely he’s looking at you. Your gaze falls to his hands on the floor, propping himself up from his kneeling position until he’s standing, leaning over you. Despite his short stature, he seems so much higher above you in this position, especially when you’re the one humping a damn pillow of all things.

Both of their gazes are purposeful, powerful, a reminder of who you’ve been messing with. A reminder that you deserve this. A reminder that you enjoy this. You want them to look at you exactly how they’re looking at you.

“Stop,” Erwin says smoothly, right when you’re on the brink of reaching your orgasm.

You don’t stop. You can’t stop. You’re right there, you’re right there, you just need a single—

It’s snatched away. A single hand wraps around your bare throat, pulling you up to kiss you roughly on the lips. You whine pitifully as the pleasure is ripped from you, but he doesn’t care. “He told you to stop,” Levi breathes against your lips, squeezing you ever so gently as you taste the cigarette he was smoking earlier. “Is it that hard to follow instructions, brat?”

You’re nodding before you really realize what you’re doing, mind hazy. It doesn’t have to be the pillow, you’ll be more than satisfied if one of them provides any form of touch. But for now, all Levi seems to want to do is kiss you.

His hand drops from your neck down to your waist, tightening around you as he tugs you off the bed. Groans slip from his mouth, and he pulls you flush against him, dragging his hands down your body and finally resting them on your ass. He gropes and kneads it, but otherwise remains completely sensual, moving his mouth against yours.

Just as you’re becoming lost in the kiss, Levi cups your chin with one hand, jerking your head to the right only for you to be met with Erwin, kissing you just as roughly, if not more, over Levi’s shoulder. As he runs his teeth along your lower lip, you feel Levi press his lips to your neck, and you moan sweetly into the kiss, shudders rippling down your back.

“Damn con artist,” he hisses, “I bought you this dress.”

And then, he tears it off.

Your gasp is swallowed by Erwin, who slides his tongue into your mouth, taking his time to scout the entirety of the crevice. Once he’s had a good taste, bruised your lips sufficiently enough, he turns you around to face Levi, rubbing his thumb against your shoulder blade firmly. Predictably, your mouth falls open.

Dizzy. You feel dizzy, but in quite possibly the best way you’ve ever experienced this sensation. Both men are touching different parts of you, kissing different areas of your skin, perfectly in sync with one another as though they planned this beforehand. They probably did, the methodical bastards. They probably went through every possible plan and settled on the one that would fry your nerves completely.

“Please—”

“Shh,” Erwin says, stuffing three of his fingers in your mouth. “Bite down if it hurts, alright, princess?”

The familiar nickname has you mewling, shifting your hips between them, just trying to get some form of satisfaction. When your clit brushes against Levi’s fingers, you groan, rocking into his hand shamelessly.

Devils.

With minimal effort, your panties are discarded, and with Erwin’s fingers still touching the back of your throat, Levi positions his dick against your wet folds, then pushes in all at once.

You wail, gagging and blubbering, mouth stretched out. The scent of both their colognes is overwhelming, adding to your lightheadedness as Levi pushes all the way in, pulls away gently, and then thrusts again with full force.

Every movement of his pushes you back against Erwin, and you can feel his throbbing erection firm against your ass. The scent of his cologne is delicious. You’re breathing in it, even more so when he breathes against your ear.

“You can take me too, can’t you, darling?”

The muffled, choked assent that you give him is more than enough.

Much slower, conscious of hurting you, Erwin sheaths himself in your ass, until he’s bottomed out, all while Levi stays still. The two of them give you a few moments to adjust.

You’ve never felt this full. You’ve never felt this good.

At least that’s what you thought until both of them began to move. Raspy grunts and groans fill the room along with the obscene sound of skin slapping skin. You’re slowly losing it. mind becoming fuzzled as the only thing you can focus on is how well you’re being stretched between the two of them.

Still, your spirit isn’t entirely gone, and you manage to huff out, “T-that so-called punishment didn’t even last that long.”

Erwin snakes a hand around your waist, pulling you tightly against him, and with the other hand he brings a palm down hard against your ass, sending you into a flurry of whines. “No one said it was over.”

He stops only for a few seconds, leaning over your shoulder to plant a kiss on Levi, who reciprocates with intimate enthusiasm, squeezing your hip as he swells inside of you. Unable to help yourself, you duck your head down and lick a stripe up Levi’s neck, causing him to groan helplessly into Erwin’s mouth. “Brat,” he seethes, when he pulls away, “you’re asking for it, aren’t you?”

Both of them resume their pace, leaving you feeling empty and then full again. And again. And again, and again, and again. Your head is thrown back against Erwin’s shoulder, mouth open, borderline pornographic sounds escaping you as the blonde man holds you still. Levi takes a moment to suck on your tits, a stark difference to his usual neat self when he makes a slobbery mess on them.

There is a loud knock on the door, but you don’t have the energy or the voice to warn the person.

“Occupied,” Levi snarls, thrusting his hips hard enough for you to cry out loudly. You’re close, you’re so close. If only someone would—

Erwin’s hand dips down, and rubs his thumb over your clit, whispering sweet, cruel words in your ear. “I think this is what you wanted, (F/N), isn’t it? You wanted us to figure it out and make you nothing more than our little plaything.”

Your walls clench, and suddenly you’re coming, juices dripping down as you grab onto Levi’s shoulders and letting out a high-pitched wail. Your mind finally goes blank, all thoughts leaving except for Erwin and Levi and Levi and Erwin and fuck, fuck, you could never get tired of reaching your peak like this.

Levi comes just slightly after you, panting in your ear as his voice cracks. You’ve never heard anything more arousing, and each weak jerk of his hips draws out more low whimpers from your lips.

He pulls out as Erwin grabs hold of your hips, now only using you to reach his high as well. He moves you like a ragdoll, cursing under his breath. Your soft sighs and gasps encourage him, and he finally explodes inside of you with a low groan of your name, filling you with warm ropes of cum.

He catches you before your legs can buckle, gently tossing you against the bed where you close your eyes, breathing in and out softly. Every time you try to speak, you find no energy to, so you simply rest, relaxing against the silky soft sheets.

“You’re filthy,” Levi says bluntly. “Go shower.”

“This isn’t my house,” you murmur, beyond tired.

Erwin chuckles, sitting down on the bed next to you. “Did you forget who you’re with? Consider this house yours for the night.” Reaching out to stroke your leg soothingly, he addresses the other man. “But she can wait just a few minutes, can’t she, Levi? Because she was so good.”

Levi scoffs, but he sits down next to you too, dragging a hand through your hair and massaging your scalp gently. “Maybe this’ll teach you something, shitty scam artist.”

You snort, opening your eyes to give him a cheeky look. “All it taught me is that I should scam two people at the same time way more often. But for now…” You take his hand, placing it on your waist as you curl into Erwin’s chest. “Trust me, this is more than enough.”

And they seem to like that answer, because both of them shift closer. As they each hold you in their own, unique way, a faint smile creeps on your lips.

You could get used to this.