The Tragedy Of Being

Morpheus x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of dreams, mentions of ex boyfriends, mentions of demon deal gone wrong, reaaaallly long, inappropriate boss and employee relationships, inappropriate use of Morpheus’s voice.

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Every pleasant dream she had had since graduating college had featured a man, the most beautiful and ethereal man she had ever seen.

Y/n assumed he was a god. No mere mortal man would look like a work of art that the universe itself wept over as it created him.

The first dream had been boring. She had been in her childhood bedroom, having a mundane conversation with her brother. Her subconscious was easily explained in that dream, she missed her brother and was feeling nostalgic because she watched a movie they used to watch together as kids. But what was inexplicable was the man she saw in the reflection of her childhood bedroom’s window.

He was tall, and dressed in dark clothing that looked expensive. His face was covered by what she could only assume was a gas mask, or something similar to a plague doctor’s mask. She would have been frightened if it hadn’t been for his pale hands being folded so politely in front of him, watching the scene, not interacting at all. He exuded a feeling of peace, the kind she’d get right before she tumbled into a deep REM sleep.

Y/n had woken up with a start, and started investigating the possibility of her not being alone in her dreams.

The second dream had been more embarrassing. She was in primary school, and she was busy speaking to her friend and trying to pack her bag for a school trip, but she couldn’t find something that she really needed to take with. Her panic and frustration were evident, as her hands shook in the dream and her mind kept striking a blank. He had appeared in her dream, his calming aura washing over her instantly, and immediately the dream bent to her will, everything was suddenly where it was supposed to be, and she could pack for her field trip. But she was also aware that she was dreaming, so she looked over at the stranger, still dressed in his same getup as the last time she had seen him.

“Was it you that made the dream spiral out of a nightmare?” Y/n asked, addressing the man directly, who still stood with his hands folded politely in the same spot her teacher would stand during classes. He gave a small nod.

“Thank you.” Y/n spoke.

She realised soon that strong emotions made the man appear in her dreams.

The third dream she had was a little more eventful. It was replaying a moment from her college years with her ex boyfriend, before they had even started dating.

She had gone to his dorm room to collect her friend’s things since she had gone to a formal with him, and couldn’t go and collect her things from him herself, so she had asked Y/n to go in her place. In the dream, Y/n was anxious, as she realized she was dreaming a memory. In the past, she had loved this memory, but now that she knew how it was going to end, only annoyance and anxiety filled her. The memory was going through the motion, her walking into the dorm room, standing and speaking to her ex, grabbing her friend’s things, and then the dream froze.

The man stood in her dream, closer than he ever was, now just a meter away from her. “Why does this dream cause you anxiety?” He asked, and her heart dropped into her toes from his voice. It was deep, and rich, and powerful, and ancient. It was the voice that could bend reality to its will, and cause the mind to shatter into madness at a single syllable. This voice belonged to an incredibly powerful being.

“It’s a memory,” Y/n heard herself answering. The man was still in his odd attire, and it was endearing the way he slightly tilted his head, as if trying to prompt her to continue speaking. “My ex boyfriend. This is where we got together. He was sleeping with my friend and roommate, and cheated on me our whole relationship. Both my friend and my roommate knew I had a huge crush on him, and he did too, because my friend told him. I get sick at the memory, knowing I was actively choosing not to see the truth.”

The man nodded his head slowly. “I shall see that you never have this dream again.”

“It’s all right. I think my mind is telling me to see the truth when it presents itself, instead of denying its existence.” Y/n spoke. The stranger seemed to observe her, and she felt as if he could see every thought, feeling and memory she had ever had, as well as seeing the function of every single one of her atoms, working to their full potential. And despite all this strange man was seeing, Y/n didn’t feel exposed or afraid of a second. She felt pleasantly vulnerable, as if she was bearing open her soul to her sister, instead of a man she had only just spoken to.

She had awoken with her heart beat a little faster than usual.

The next dream Y/n had was a story like dream. She was an aristocratic woman who helped disadvantaged women get help to get out of their situation, but no one knew of her true identity and she was treated poorly. In her dream, she had ran out crying into rolling green hills.

“It’s not often that a dreamer finds themselves in Fiddler’s Green anymore.” The same velvet voice from her last dream spoke.

Y/n turned, and her heart leapt into her throat. The man from before, was dressed in a black trench coat and jeans, and was not wearing a helmet. His face matched his voice. He was incredibly pale, with the most beautiful bone structure, bright blue eyes that held eternity in them, and a mouth that was quirking up into a slight smirk, with wispy black hair to complete the look. Y/n was sure that someone had grieved when this man was blessed with existing, because he was too beautiful for the world. In any other setting, he would have brought out the pollution of the world, but here, everything shone around him, like it was drawing breath from his very breath.

“Pardon?” Y/n spoke, unsure of what else to say to this magnificent man.

“Fiddler’s Green. The oldest part of my realm. No one dreams of here anymore. It is refreshing to run into a dreamer here, on their own free will.” His voice was velveteen.

“I didn’t choose to be here. I fled.” Y/n answered. The man looked amused by her.

“You dreamt your way in. I am curious to see where else you dream yourself up into.” The man spoke.

Y/n woke up, feeling lightheaded. Was her subconscious seriously making her have a crush on a man that does not exist anywhere else outside of her subconscious? That was a cruel joke, and she really wasn’t laughing.

The next dream Y/n had was supposed to be a nightmare. She dreamt she was taken by an evil scientist who started a weird cult to brainwash people into always being happy. Halfway through her dream, when she was trying to escape, the dream suddenly froze and she was flooded with calm.

“I haven’t been in such a creative nightmare in a while.” The voice spoke. Y/n turned to look at him, and her heart lept into her throat. The magnificent man was smiling at her, like she had done something endearing. She could feel her blush creep up her cheeks.

“You’ve been interrupting my dreams for over a month now,” Y/n spoke, before she lost her nerve, “I think I’m deserving of knowing your name.”

The man’s eyebrows raised, and his amused smile remained. “You demand things from me in my realm?” His words sounded like she might have made a mistake, but his tone and facial expression told her he enjoyed her and her question.

“I do not demand. I ask, as a start of a friendship.” Y/n countered smoothly. The man was so close to her, she could smell him. He smelt like something she could never place, a delicious addictive and ancient smell, something her mind could not truly comprehend yet. But there was a hint of sage, the one note she could place.

The man smiled down at her, his gaze amused and daringly affectionate. “I do not have many friends, but since you ask so politely, I wish to indulge you. My name is Morpheus, Dream of the Endless.”

“Which name do you prefer?” Y/n asked. He seemed surprised by her asking, but still affectionate and amused by her.

“My siblings and friends call me Dream. You can call me that if you wish.”

“Dream.” Y/n tried out on her tongue. It tasted strange on her tongue to say. As she said it, she felt powerful, like she was invoking something ancient and magical. If she could assume anything about the man in front of her, she assumed he was ancient and magical and powerful and so much more.

“And your name?” Dream asked with a smile. She could tell he already knew, but he wanted her to tell him anyway, and her heart fluttered.

“Y/n. Y/n L/n.” Y/n spoke.

When she woke up from her dream, Y/n felt tingly. She had knowledge no mortal mind had been graced with in recent times. She wanted to know more about the beautiful Dream.

A few nights later, Y/n dreamt herself to be standing in a dark room, with nothing but a mirror in it. Her reflection was in it, but it was all wrong. It looked identical to her, and moved exactly like her, but delayed.

Y/n stepped up to the mirror. The girl was sneering back at her, and Y/n was certain she was not sneering. A knife materialised in her hand. She glanced down at it, and then the version of her in the mirror made a grab for her.

Y/n reacted instantly, grabbing the version of her out of the mirror, and stabbing it repeatedly.

“What happened here?” Dream’s voice spoke, and suddenly the room and the mirror faded, and she was standing in a gothic looking stone throne room, the knife still in her hand, the dead body that was a version of her at her feet, and covered in her own blood.

Y/n felt panic for the first time in his presence. She had no idea what happened, but that there was irrevocable damage done.

“I-I don’t know. I’m sorry.” Y/n spoke. Dream reached for her, wrapping his hand around her arm.

His brow furrowed. “Dark magic was at play here. That is why I could not reach you to warn you in time. A demon has killed you in your sleep, which should not have been possible. But your essence seems to remain here.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I am sorry, I do not have all the answers at this moment in time. But I swear, the moment I get them, I will tell you. Please, allow me to take my leave of you to speak to my sister to find out what has happened. Is there anything I can do to ease you?” Dream spoke. As he spoke, her heart rate slowed and she started to feel at peace again.

“Can I…have a place to think? I need answers.” Y/n spoke. Dream nodded.

“I shall leave you with my librarian. She can assist you in finding any answers you may think of.” Dream answered, leading her to the library with a hand on the small of her back.

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It turned out that a freak ritual her neighbours had done had cost Y/n her life. The ritual had gone wrong, and the teenagers had bargained for the blood of any mortal in the building, and the demon had settled on her. And when she ripped the version of her out of the mirror, she actually allowed the transaction to take place. But because she died while in the dreaming, she became a creature of the Dreaming.

That also meant she spent a lot more time with Dream. Turns out, Y/n was very good at the paperwork he needed to do to administer the affairs of the Dreaming, and he enjoyed reading her handwriting more than his own, so he made her his scribe.

But it was a hard job for Y/n. Dream had a tendency to always stand in her personal space, and speak right next to her ear when he spoke softly to her. Daily, she had to fight her body’s response to Dream.

At a point, she thought he didn’t notice. But she knew he did after a while, and that he was doing it on purpose.

They were doing the count of mortals in each area of the Dreaming. She was scribbling away as Dream was listing names and what they where dreaming. He had been pacing up and down the room, which had helped her a bit at first.

Dream was dressed in a long sleeve black shirt, jeans and black boots. It was what he wore when there were none of his subjects around, other than the beings that lived in his palace. If she had been allowed, she would have stared at him all day and enjoy the authority with which he walked. But she had to work, so she could only get a glance every few minutes.

And then he started rolling up his sleeves. Y/n thought her eyes were going to big out of her head at the sight of his exposed forearms that she had never seen before. His hands were beautiful in their own right, long and lithe, but now with his forearms exposed to her hugely eyes Y/n counted herself as desperately blessed by the gods.

“Mariana Quincey from San Francisco is in the gardens dreaming about-“ Dream continued, his voice sending Y/n’s head spinning.

Her focus was entirely on Dream, but not on what he was saying.

“Do you find yourself in need of a break, dove?” Dream asked, his tone laced thickly with amusement as he smirked at Y/n. He had taken to calling her dove a while ago, she wasn’t entirely sure why, but the nickname made her heard flutter anyway.

Y/n nodded her head furiously, rising to her feet suddenly and her chair scraping against the floor. Morpheus couldn’t hide his amusement at Y/n’a flustered state. She felt partially embarrassed and partially annoyed that he was garnering so much joy from her misery.

Y/n broke her gaze away from Morpheus as she stepped out of her chair.

“You seem a little flushed.” Morpheus spoke, a lot closer than he was a moment ago. He was so close to her that they were almost chest to chest, and she could feel his words as he exhaled them. “Is there any particular reason to it?” He smirked.

Y/n swallowed to preserve some of her dignity. She was directly eye level with Dream’s neck, and it took her a moment to tear her eyes away, as her thoughts were plagued by what his pulse would feel like under her lips.

“Nothing in particular. Why do you ask?” Her voice came out far more steady than she thought it would. She raised her eyes from Dream’s lips to catch his gaze. He was staring down at her with such brazen affection that she swore he had to be looking at someone else.

When Dream looked at her, his eyes were always a deep magnificent shade of blue. It seemed to have settled after her initial shock of his eyes, and her desire to assign an eye colour to him.

Dream’s gaze flitted down to her lips, before his hand reached up to tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

Her breath hitched for a moment, and Y/n needed to remind herself of where she was and who she was for a second.

“I must admit, I feel rather flushed.” Dream spoke, his palm coming to rest flatly on the side of her neck, tilting her gaze upwards to keep his. The coolness of his palm seemed to absorb her thrumming pulse.

“You don’t look flushed at all to me.” Y/n spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt treasured under his intense gaze that was dipped so deeply in affection it was sacharine.

“Ah, my dove, but I am. You’re just not close enough to see it.” Dream spoke. He pulled her closer to him, while also stepping closer, and his other hand came to the side of her face, pulling her in for a deep kiss.

Y/n’s hands wrapped around his neck, pulling herself flush against him. Both of his hands were holding her head in place, keeping her where he wanted her, despite the force of his kiss. It was demanding and all consuming, but so incredible at the same time, that she knew if she could still dream, she would have dreamt of this kiss for the rest of her life.

Dream exhaled, parting their lips for a second. Y/n thought she might die if she never kissed him again. It was the cruelest fate to have lips so wonderful, and only ever be allowed to taste them once.

A shaky exhale left her, before her gaze flickered up to Dream, who’s eyes were still closed and his brow was furrowed, as if he was waiting for her to move away from him, but he couldn’t watch her do so.

Y/n slammed herself into Morpheus’s chest, standing on her toes and dragging his head down to her level, one arm still around his neck, the other cradling his jaw, pulling him down for a sloppy open mouthed kiss.

God above, he tasted like honey and stardust, and the taste of him was the nectar that Y/n would beg to drink of for the rest of her days. A moan escaped Morpheus, as his hands were gripping her, both on her hips now, pressing her against him, one trying to lift her leg to wrap around his waist. Naturally, she obliged him, wrapping her leg around his waist, pulling herself ever closer to him.

He was walking her backwards, where to, she could not have been bothered to care. When her back hit what felt like a bed, her eyes snapped open, registering that they were in Morpheus’s private chambers. If he wasn’t on top of her, kissing her and touching her, she would have made more of a point to look around the room and explore.

But Y/n was only interested in exploring Dream further. Her hands traced the curvature of his neck, feeling his pulse drum beneath her fingertips. His shoulders were firm and broad, and his hands were on her waist, pressing her further into the plush bed.

“I must confess,” Dream said, breaking the kiss for a moment, “I have dreamt about this, having you here, in my private chambers, in my bed.”

He punctuated his sentences with open mouthed kisses to her neck. Y/n gasped. Her reaction to his voice was visceral.

She was tingling all over, all of her senses heightened. Dream seemed to notice her reaction, and the goosebumps pricking her skin.

“Oh, my dove, are you going to come from just my voice?” Morpheus teased. His hands traced across her chest. “I don’t even need to use my hands,” Morpheus spoke, kissing down her collarbones. “Or my cock.” Morpheus lifted her shirt, kissing the skin of her stomach. “I didn’t even use my tongue on you.”

Y/n’s hips bucked up into him, chasing some kind of friction. She could feel herself clenching around nothing, and as much as it hurt, it was so pleasurable.

“Do you want to come? I think you can do it, my dove.” Dream spoke, his gaze doting. “I shall reward you greatly.”

Y/n could feel the knot tightening in her stomach tightening and tightening, pushing her higher and higher.

Dream watched her with affection and admiration, his eyes drinking in the sight of her face. He was entirely unconcerned with his own pleasure, far too enraptured by the fact that she was going to come undone by his speech alone.

“Come for me, my beloved.”

And the smooth velveteen of his voice washed over Y/n, her body obeying the command before her mind can fully comprehend what was happening.

The knot snapped in her, and euphoria flooded her, deeper and harder than it ever had before. That is probably what it meant being with an Endless. Not only was he above a god in power, he was above a god in every single way.

Morpheus was kissing her forehead. “Well done, my darling. Let’s get you out of these clothes for your reward.” He whispered into her hairline.

Kinktober Day 6: Wax

Pairing: Barry Allen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Wax play, Face sitting, hand job

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Y/n was a bit nervous as she watched the candle melt. Barry’s observant eyes were watching her face closely.

“You know, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Barry spoke.

Y/n glanced over at Barry. “The idea sounds nice. I just…I’m scared I get burned. I don’t have super fast healing like you do.”

Barry smiled. “I get that. And that’s why I was hoping you’d want to sit on my face and pour the wax on me.”

Y/n’s wide eyes swivelled to Barry. “What?”

“I’m not going to use the wax on you. When I said I wanted to try it, I meant either using it or having it used on me. Whichever you prefer.” Barry shrugged. His bare chest was littered with beautiful little golden freckles.

Y/n bit her lip. She could try the wax on him, see how he liked it.

“Okay.” Y/n nodded with a grin, and Barry eagerly laid back on the bed.

“Remember, baby. I want you to sit on my face. If I feel that hovering thing you did last time I’m pushing you down. Okay?” Barry spoke, his voice deep and commanding.

“I almost get the impression that you want to suffer.” Y/n joked, moving to straddle Barry, her ass in his face.

“Only if it is by your hand.” Barry’s waist circled around Y/n’s hips, and pulled her pussy down to his face, his lips and tongue immediately finding her clit.

Y/n moaned, her hands reaching for the candle. Her first drop was clumsy, experimental. It landed square on his chest, right on his sternum. Barry moaned into her, the vibration doing something delicious and fierce.

“Oh, you like that, pretty boy?” Y/n spoke, her voice breathy. She dribbled the wax down his chest, watching the wax pool on his skin and harden after a few seconds.

She dribbled the wax on his nipples, and the groan she got from him was to die for. His tongue buzzed for a few seconds, before going back to its regular liking motion, combined with sucking.

Y/n was gasping from what Barry was doing, and she could see how into it he was from his raging erection standing to attention against his stomach.

She dribbled wax down his upper abdomen, and Barry moaned into her. Her one hand reached out and stroked him, matching it with what his tongue was doing to her.

She dribbled the wax on his hip bones, and he bucked into her hand. Her peak was approaching, and quickly.

She dribbled the wax on the skin between Barry’s dick and ballsack, while still stroking him. That sent him over the edge, white ropes shooting out of his tip. Watching Barry come like that, groaning and spasming, while his tongue vibrated on her clit sent her over the edge too.

Y/n fell forward, her lower region lifting from Barry’s face, her head falling on his hip. She glanced back, still panting as she was coming down from her high. He was red faced, and his mouth was glistening, but he was beaming.

Kinktober Day 5: Food Play

Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Food play, literal ass eating, pussy eating, p in v, backshots, mentions of breeding kink if you squint.

MDNI!! You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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It had taken Y/n an hour to set this up. Boone had taken Tyler out for a drink for his birthday, and they were going to have a barbecue with all of Tyler’s friends the next night, since no one had to work over the weekend. But it was still his birthday, so she wanted to make it special on the day.

Lily had come over, and helped Y/n shave everything, moisturise, and get into position.

“Honey, I’m home!” Tyler called, just as the sun was setting. Y/n laid spread out on their bed, on her stomach, decorated and kept cool under the AC.

“In here!” Y/n called back. Tyler hated birthday cake. He had made that abundantly clear on their first date. He told her he didn’t like the look or taste of it, and he didn’t see the point of a birthday cake. But Y/n wanted to give him a cake. One that he would actually enjoy.

It had started as a joke between her and Lily. “Girl, make your cake his cake.” Lily had joked over a glass of gin and tonic. And the idea had sprung to life on its own.

Y/n had laid herself out, whipped cream, strawberry slices, chocolate sauce and chocolate shavings beautifully arranged on her ass like she was a cake. In this instance, she kind of was.

“Honey? What are you-oh….” Tyler was in the doorway of their bedroom, his eyes glued to her rear end.

“Happy birthday, baby. I got you a cake.” Y/n teased.

“Thank fuck you did.” Tyler spoke, falling to his need at the edge of the bed, pulling her hips closer to his face and liking a long stripe across her ass cheeks.

“Mmm.” He hummed. “My favourite flavour too.”

Y/n giggled and he dug his teeth into the full flesh of her ass, continuing to lick up the dessert she had put on herself.

But then his tongue slipped between her lips and she moaned. “Mmm, the filling is the best part.” Tyler hummed, sticking his tongue into her hole and licking around her walls.

“Fuck, Tyler!” Y/n gasped, her hands gripping the sheets. Her hips bucked back into him.

“Woah, easy, honey. Almost broke my nose there. Looks like my tongue’s going to have to come with danger pay. Oh well, I’ll have to use my dick on you instead.”

Tyler pulled away, and she could hear his heavy belt buckle loosen, and he gripped her hips again, sliding into her. He hissed, and slowly started to move his hips.

“Don’t, ugh, get me wrong…I love to see your pretty face and all…but this is…ugh…so much tighter. I think I’m gonna burst baby.” Tyler groaned out, his hips starting to snap into Y/n at a speed that should have been illegal.

Y/n couldn’t do anything but whine for his dick as Tyler’s hand reached forward to fumble with her clit.

It was so good, Y/n couldn’t help herself when she started melting into the sheets as she orgasmed.

Tyler kept snapping his hips into her. “I’m gonna cum inside as my birthday present.”

Y/n moaned in response. “Oh god, please, yes, Tyler! Of fuck yes!”

Kinktober Day 4: Marking

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Age gap, older man younger woman, secret but not so secret relationship because they work with profilers, mentions of rape, description of rape and murder (it’s the UnSub explaining what he did), angry!Hotch, protective!Hotch, p in v, hickeys in very visible places, etc.

MDNI!!!! You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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“Hotch, I’ve got this.” Y/n spoke, her voice gentle, and eyes calming. Aaron Hotchner stared, his eyes scanning her face for any sign of uncertainty. He didn’t like the idea of her speaking to a potential serial rapist alone. The UnSub had raped and killed over 100 women in the last 10 years. And Y/n was exactly his type.

“I’m right out here.” Aaron spoke. From the threatening tone in his voice, Y/n knew. The moment this UnSub did anything he disagreed with, she would be pulled out of there faster than she could blink. His eyes trained over to the UnSub, sitting cuffed at the table, staring at they through the two-way mirror. It was unnerving, almost like he could see their conversation happening in front of him through the glass.

“I know.” Y/n said, giving him a small smile and squeezing his forearm before walking into the interrogation room.

The UnSub’s beady eyes trained in on Y/n the moment she opened the door. Aaron didn’t like the way the guy started practically drooling and panting like a dog. Aaron almost didn’t notice Derek Morgan come to stand next to him.

“Ballsy move letting her go in alone.” Derek commented.

“She insisted.” Aaron fired back. Derek snorted. “Yeah, and everyone knows you can’t say no to her.”

Aaron was too busy focusing on Y/n’s body language, and they way she was speaking. Even a hint of discomfort, and she would be out of there, and he’d take over himself.

“You are…incredible.” The UnSub spoke, his voice almost shaking with desire. His hands were almost vibrating in the cuffs, like if they weren’t there he would have made a grab for Y/n. Aaron could feel his brow furrow.

“Thank you. I travel a lot for work, so I need to look presentable.” Y/n spoke.

Aaron’s shoulders tensed. He knew she was trying to build a positive rapport first, gaining the UnSub’s trust. But he hated the way her moments froze for a brief second before she sat down.

Nathaniel Jutzi leaned forward, his eyes wide as if he couldn’t contain his glee at being alone with Y/n. “I can make you look really good, if you’d let me.”

Aaron moved to step towards the door, but Derek raised his hand. “Give her a minute. She knows what she’s doing. She’s experienced, like all of us.”

“How would you do that?” Y/n asked, leaning forward, as if she was hearing a secret. She was going to get a confession out of Nathaniel Jutzi, she was sure of it.

Nathaniel smiled, and Y/n repressed the chill that wanted to run down her spine. The man in front of her was evil incarnate, and all of the hairs on her body were standing upright.

“I’d start by taking off all your clothes. Then I’d duct tape your wrists and ankles together. Then I would treat you like the whore you are.”

Y/n’s face turned to stone. “Is that what you did to all of your other victims?”

“No, for you, I’d do something special since there’s people watching.” He spoke, his smile dropping. Y/n was almost too slow to react, because he lunged at her, trying to make a grab for her. Before she could even blink, Aaron was pinning Nathaniel to the wall, his eyes burning with rage. “You’ll never get the chance, because I’ll make sure you rot in a hole.” Aaron spat.

Nathaniel started to laugh as two more officers came in to restrain him once Aaron let go. His eyes didn’t leave Nathaniel as they dragged him out, Aaron placing himself strategically between Y/n and Nathaniel so he couldn’t get another look at her as he was dragged out. Derek followed behind the officers.

Aaron turned to Y/n. “You okay?”

Y/n nodded, getting to her feet.

“We’ll talk in my office.”

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Y/n knew something was up when Aaron closed the blinds to his office and locked the door.

“Baby, are you sure you’re okay?” Aaron asked, walking over to where Y/n was standing. She stared up at him and nodded. “It’s part of the job.”

Aaron pulled Y/n in for a hug that she gratefully returned. “I should have gone in with you. He wouldn’t have been so bold if I did.” Aaron spoke, placing a kiss on top of her head.

“It’s okay. Nothing happened.” Y/n said, snuggling deeper into Aaron’s chest.

“I’m sorry that I let him get that far.” Aaron spoke again, and Y/n could hear in his voice that he was spiralling. It was understandable, after what happened to Hailey.

Y/n stood on her tiptoes and placed a firm kiss on his lips, and his arms tightened around her waist. “It’s not your fault. We got the confession that we needed. He’ll be put away, where he can’t hurt anyone ever again.”

Aaron’s brows were still furrowed, but he kissed Y/n again, as if to remind himself that she was here, and safe, and in his arms.

Y/n opened her mouth, and Aaron couldn’t help himself but to explore her mouth again and again.

Y/n’s hands reached up into his hair, pulling him down closer to her, deepening the kiss. Aaron’s body seemed to mould to hers, stepping backwards until she was pressed against his desk.

She hopped up onto the desk, and Aaron shrugged off his jacket, not breaking the kiss. He was always intense when he was upset by something, Y/n had come to realise. His hands were on the sides of her face, tilting her head so he could access her neck. “I’m going to mark you,” Aaron murmured, “so that no one will be able to look at you without knowing you belong to me.”

He sucked harshly on the spot just below her ear, running his teeth over it again and again to burst the blood vessels under the skin. Y/n’s hands fumbled with his tie, pulling it loose and starting on the buttons of his shirt as he continued his assault down her neck, and onto her collarbones.

Y/n couldn’t help the moans that were escaping her lips. Aaron pulled away from her, as if it pained him. “You have to be extra quiet, baby. The team’s in the bullpen and Rossi is in the office next door.”

Y/n nodded her head, pulling off her shirt. Aaron followed suit, pulling his off of his shoulders too. Aaron swiped things across his desk to make room for Y/n to lay hack as he eased her down onto the wooden surface. He raked his teeth across her chest, stopping to abuse the skin just above her bra. Y/n bit her lip and dug her nails into Aaron’s back.

Aaron pushed her skirt up, and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself, and pushed Y/n’s panties to the side. He placed another firm kiss on her lips, in an attempt to help her be quiet as he slid into her, sheathing himself fully.

Y/n’s nails raked down Aaron’s back, clawing at his shoulders and sides as he rutted into her, his hands bruising her hips and waist with how hard he was gripping her.

But Y/n couldn’t care any less. Aaron, the man that she loved with every fibre of her being, was warm and weighty on her, and her brain couldn’t think of anything else other than the pleasure she was getting from the way he was thrusting and grinding his hips against hers.

The only reason she was kind of quiet was because Aaron was kissing her, trying to keep her moans quiet.

With Aaron drilling into her hard, the knot in her stomach tightened fast, to the point where she was almost going cross-eyed. Y/n ripped her lips away from Aaron, biting down hard on his shoulder as her orgasm ripped through her. Aaron was still inside of her, now chasing his own release. His one arm wrapped around her back, pulling her closer to him, his other hand berried itself in her hair, pulling her impossibly closer as he came, burying his face in her neck.

Aaron pulled Y/n up with him after a minute, still sheathed in her, both of them breathing heavily, and he laid her down on the couch, laying himself on top of her.

Y/n found herself playing with his hair, just enjoying the sound of his breathing. “I love you, Aaron.” Y/n whispered, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

Kinktober Day 3: Edging

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, edging, orgasm denial, kinda dubcon, p in v, praise, unedited we die like men, etc.

MDNI!!!! You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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“Come on baby.” Luke grinned, following behind Y/n into her cabin.

Y/n giggled and rolled her eyes. “You’re such a dork.” She stepped into her entirely deserted cabin.

“No, I’m a genius. I challenged your cabin mates to a volleyball tournament so we can have the afternoon to ourselves. So I can spend some quality time with my girlfriend.” Luke said, pulling Y/n into his arms and kicking the door shut behind him.

“Won’t your cabin mates miss their leader and captain?” Y/n grinned, stroking her hands down Luke’s chest.

“Nah. They won’t even notice I’m not there. They’ll be too busy trying to win.” Luke said, picking Y/n up off of her feet and wrapping her legs around his hips.

Y/n snickered, placing a kiss on Luke’s lips. She liked the taste of the honey flavoured chapstick she’d gotten him that he had now gotten into the good habit of using. Luke’s hands remained on her ass, and her hands came up to cup his jaw on both sides.

He stepped over to her bed, setting her down on it, and pulled his shirt over his head. Y/n couldn’t contain her glee. Ever since she and Luke had gotten together, he had started wearing shirts outside of him cabin more often. When she questioned him about it, he said he wanted only her to be able to look at him, no one else. While the gesture was sweet, Y/n missed the days where she could shamelessly ogle him almost all day.

Y/n pulled her shirt over her head, and frowned when Luke started to kneel at the foot of her bed. “What are you doing?”

“I want to please you. That gives me the most pleasure out of everything.”

Y/n’s eyebrows shot up. She hadn’t actually expected that answer. She knew it, but Luke had never said it out loud like that before.

Luke pulled Y/n down the bed, and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them off of her. She felt kind of awkward now, unsure of what to do all of a sudden.

“Is something wrong?” Luke asked, his eyebrows furrowed. His hands were running up and down her bare legs.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just…I feel like I need to do something in exchange.” Y/n said.

Luke’s smirk was dark. “Oh, believe me, you won’t want to after I’m done with you.”

Y/n wasn’t sure if that was a threat or something else entirely.

Before she could respond, her legs were over Luke’s shoulders, and he pulled her flush against his lips. His tongue licked a flat stripe up her opening, and she gasped.

His lips and tongue were on her clit, and she was seeing stars before he even really got started.

Luke was sucking her clit hard, his tongue making figure eight motions on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Y/n screamed, bucking her hips and her hands flailing across the bed for anything to grab on to. Luke’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrists, and pinning them to her hips,using his biceps and forearms to lock her hips to him.

Her fingers knotted into his hair, since there was nowhere else they could go.

Luke was relentless on her, and just when her orgasm started to build, he pulled away from her, kissing up and down her thighs.

Y/n let out a frustrated whine. “No! Luke! Why?”

“Like I said. You’re not going to want to return the favour when I’m done with you.”

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It felt like it had been forever. Y/n laid spread out on the bed, with Luke’s head berried between her legs. He alternated between his assault on her clit, and teasing her hole with his tongue.

Y/n was sobbing, begging Luke for release.

“Luke, please. I just want to come so it doesn’t hurt so much anymore.”

The pleasure she got from Luke was borderline painful, as every time she felt herself clench around nothing again for the upteenth time, Luke would pull away. Her muscles were exhausted, and every time she clenched she was aware of the pain, and the hollowness between her legs.

She was in a constant buzzing state, her nerve endings on fire. Every touch was electric, but it was going nowhere. She needed more, or less, for her to be able to come. But Luke just persisted.

“Please, Luke. I can’t take it anymore. Just let me come, or something. Please. It hurts.” Y/n begged.

It was as if her begging only spurred him on more.

Luke pulled away from Y/n, surveying his handiwork. “Do you just want to come, sweet girl? Is that all, then we’re done?”

“Yes! Please! Please!” Y/n sobbed.

Luke lowered the waistband of his pants, revealing his incredibly hard cock. He lined himself up with her entrance, and when he pushed in, it was like the dam wall broke in Y/n.

Her orgasm hit her so hard her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she was trembling so hard that Luke had to hold her so she didn’t jerk around too much.

“Ssh, it’s okay baby. I’ve got you, sweet girl.” Luke soothed, pulling Y/n up and into his arms as the aftershocks of her orgasm ran through her, causing her limbs to jerk involuntarily.

Kinktober Day 2: Knife Play

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Kinda Smut, Knife play, Mentions of Mental Health, Kinda Angst, unedited we die like men, lowkey unsanitary and incorrect use of a knife, I wrote this after an 18 hour day so this will probably suck

MDNI!!!!! Smut under cut. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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Y/n could tell from the look on Bucky’s face that something was the matter when he stared blankly at a spot on the floor in their shared apartment in Bucharest.

She had just come back from the market, having gotten their groceries for the week. She was half and half expecting Bucky to be reading, as that had become his new favourite pass time after she had gotten him a virtual library card. But seeing him sit dejectedly on their bed on the floor made her heart ache.

“Buck? Are you all right, babe?” Y/n asked, setting the bag down on the table.

Her voice seemed to rouse Bucky from his thoughts.

“Oh, hey. Yeah. I’m okay. Just, you know, thinking.”

He seemed vaguely fidgety. Y/n noticed he got that way when he was reliving something or thinking back to something about Hydra. It was a vulnerable space he was in, and Y/n was always deeply honoured to be let into his mind.

“Anything I can do?” Y/n asked. Asking too directly would make him shut down, since he didn’t want to burden her with the parts of his past she wasn’t a part of.

Bucky’s piercing blue eyes snapped over to hers. They looked innocent, almost sad. “It’s stupid.” Bucky dismissed, shaking his head and glancing off to the side.

Y/n moved over to him, sat down in front of him, and rested her chin on his knee. “Hey, I love you. And I love everything about you. And nothing will change that. You can tell me if you want to. I won’t find it stupid.”

Bucky’s eyes met hers again. “I…had a thought. You know how we’re like going from country to country every few months, and going from city to city every few weeks? I was just thinking about how nice it would be to have something a little more permanent, you know?”

“Like a house with a white picket fence and all that stuff?” Y/n grinned. They often dreamed of having a mediocre life, not running from anything or laying low. Just the two of them, being “normal.” Realistically, Y/n knew she would get bored, and Bucky would too eventually, but that didn’t stop them from dreaming about it when they laid awake at night tangled in bliss.

“Yeah. But also less than that. We don’t have our own bed. Or our own clothes. Everything we have is from SHIELD. I just want something that’s just mine, and will be just mine forever.”

An idea popped into Y/n’s head. It was dark, it was twisted, and it was definitely not “normal.” But now that the thought had made its way into her brain, she wasn’t sure that she could casually pretend she didn’t want it.

“You could always…own me?” Y/n suggested, batting her eyelashes innocently. Bucky’s eyebrows raised but his eyes darkened. “Is that so? And how would I do that?”

The deeper tone of his voice made Y/n’s blood rush. “Well, for starters, you could write your name on me, so everyone would know I’m yours.”

Bucky’s grin was wolfish. “Baby doll, I can see you want it. So how should I deliver?”

Y/n’s fingers wrapped around the handle of the knife Bucky kept in his boot. “I have an idea.”

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Y/n laid on her left side, entirely bare, as Bucky was smoothing his warm hand over the skin on her outer thigh, just below her hip, his eyes appraising her the same way an artist stares at their canvas when they are deeply inspired.

The knife was poised between his metal fingers, twirling effortlessly as he stared at the expanse of skin hungrily.

“Are you sure about this?” Bucky asked again, for probably the tenth time. Y/n nodded her head again, affirming him again. “I want you to. I was the one that asked for this, remember?”

Bucky nodded, his eyes desperately dark.

The sting of the tip of the knife burned. Y/n whinged as Bucky carved the first letter.

J.

His pupils were blown wide, as if he was trying to drink in the sight before him. Y/n’s eyes stayed on Bucky, enjoying entranced look on his face.

B.

This was a permanent reminder that you are his. Nothing and no one could take that away from him now. Y/n had become his one thing that was his.

B.

Crimson blood was pooling on her skin, and Bucky swore it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, the contrast between the red and the colour of her skin.

His lips licked the three letters, unable to help himself. Y/n moaned.

“Do me.” Bucky spoke up, pulling away from his lapping at her hip.

“What?”

“Put your name on me. Forever.” Bucky said, the crimson of her blood staining his lips.

Y/n took the knife from Bucky, and he sat back against the headboard, his bare thighs already littered with scars. But this one, he wanted to remember for the rest of his life.

She picked a spot, on top of his thigh, away from the major arteries. The moment the knife tip touched his skin, Bucky hissed.

“You good?” Y/n asked. Bucky nodded his head furiously.

Soon, Y/n’s initials were engraved on Bucky’s thigh.

Y/f/i y/m/i y/l/i.

Before she could get her lips on her handiwork, Bucky pulled her up to his lips in a searing kiss. His hands were on her hips, and he pulled her onto his hard dick, grinding up into her. Y/n moaned. “If I knew you were this into me carving my initials into you, I would have done this so much sooner.”

Kinktober Day 1: Choking

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Dark!Tom, Smut, Toxic!Tom, Choking, Semi-Public Sex, Orgasm Denial, etc.

MDNI!!! You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Unedited, we die like men. I wrote this sporadically at like 11pm so I could post it at exactly midnight because I have ✨ocd problems✨

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Y/n stared blankly at the man before her. She wasn’t entirely sure how he wished for her to respond. Tom, the man she had been on and off seeing, but mostly sleeping with, had informed her that he wishes to invite a witch who Y/n couldn’t stand, Cressida Nickleworth, to their elite meetings.

“Riddle, the girl’s got wind for brains at best. She can hardly string a sentence together. Why her of all people?” Y/n argued. Cressida was loud, bitchy, vindictive and an air head, as she concerned herself with nothing other than boys and her father’s money.

“I don’t need her brains. I need her support and funding.” Tom argued back. He didn’t particularly care where the funding for his Knights came from, as long as there was enough. And if that meant inviting a vile woman to their meetings because she shared his views, then so be it.

“If you need money, ask Malfoy. Cressida won’t open her wallet unless you give her something in return.” Y/n tried to reason. Her frustration was reaching a peak, now. She hated Cressida an extra dash because she always fawned over Tom, who wouldn’t reject her unkindly due to needing something from her.

“I’ll butter her up as needed.” Tom answered.

His dark glare was sharp, daring Y/n to say something else. He didn’t want to argue with her in the first place, let alone in the middle of a corridor at Hogwarts.

Y/n crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, making a motion as if she wanted to step away from Tom.

Her attitude sparked something dark and sinister in him. Before she could take a step, his pale hand reached out and gripped her neck, shoving her back against a wall.

Y/n was winded for a second from the force with which Tom had slammed her, his hand still gripping her neck. Her eyes widened. The utterly murderous look in Tom’s eyes made her wonder if she had in fact pushed him just just to far this time.

Her panicked eyes seemed to please Tom, as he leaned in close to her ear to whisper: “Don’t come with that attitude of me being beneath you. I will remind you just exactly who is in control.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. This encounter could now go one of two ways. He would either crucio her, or fuck her brains out. She had no idea which one it was going to be, as his face was stone, not betraying a single thought.

Tom grinned at Y/n’s terrified expression. “Good. You’re already learning. That appeals to my mercy.”

Tom’s other hand came up to Y/n’s waist, pinning her to the wall. A rush shuddered through her. Tom was going to fuck het, not crucio her. She could tell from the way he gripped her waist, how his fingers and palms were digging into her through her clothes, as if their mere presence offended him.

The hand that was on her neck squeezed, and Y/n’s brain turned to mush, and she could feel her arousal starting to slick up her walls. Tom pulled her closer by her neck, planting a bruising but domineering kiss on her lips. He opened her mouth without much resistance from her and kissed her with fervour.

Maybe it was the lack of blood flow to her brain, or the fact that it was Tom, kissing her again in such a way that promised her a reason to keep coming back to him, but Y/n moaned into the kiss.

Tom’s hand that was on her waist crept to her hip, pulling her leg up over his hip, and he ground his hips against hers so hard it almost burned. Her hands fumbled with his trousers, begging for him to do something, anything.

When she finally manages to free him, Tom pulled back from her, still using his body to press her to the wall, his hand in her neck keeping her firmly in place, he used his other hand to flip up her skirt and pull her panties to the side, and lined himself up with her entrance. He shoved himself into her harshly, all the way to the hilt, and grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head, all the while still gripping her neck.

“Since you need to be reminded of who is in control here, I will use this opportunity to show you.” Tom whispered in her ear, his voice lethal, his lips that were kissing bellow her ear just so.

His hips slammed into her, and Y/n cried out. He rammed into her at a brutal pace, one that was pleasurable but borderline painful, one that she and Tom both knew she couldn’t really get off to.

But that didn’t stop him. His grin was sadistic as he watched her whimper and moan, her face red and helpless, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. It was so good, but so cruel.

Just as suddenly as Tom had intruded her walls, he left her entirely, but he still had her pinned.

“I even control whether you cum or not. So remember that, next time you try to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do.”

With those parting words, Tom withdrew from Y/n entirely, tucking himself back into his pants and striding confidently down the hall as if nothing had happened, leaving Y/n standing there, dripping and deeply unsatisfied.

But that’s what kept her going back to him, you see. The promise of more, the idea of the pleasure he could elicit from her.