#bitchy!reader

you were bitching about how your mani-pedi was more expensive than usual, and Simon didn't give you enough money. you were bitching because he kept opening up the car windows and it was messing up your hair. now you're bitching about the steak he cooked you. apparently, it's too bloody to eat.

he drops the knife onto the table and lunges for you, his big, rough hands wrapping around your throat. 'can't do anything right, or is it I've let you get away with this too bloody long, hm?' he seethes.

your wide eyes are on his feral ones. that bitchy demeanor turning soft. you're shaking your head. 'been mean,' you confess. it's almost like you didn't notice until right now.

'been chewin' my bloody ear off! I give you everything, do i not, love?!'

'you do,' you tell him honestly.

synopsis: your friends find you about you and rafe

ever since you and your best friend rafe had begun to hook up, it was agreed that it would stay on the down low.

its not like you were embarrassed - rafe was obviously hot, and at least half the girls on the island would want to be in your position - it was more so that you didn't want it to be blown into a thing bigger than it was.

or, bigger than it was agreed to be.

besides, it took away that ever present pressure for some sort of label, or question from strangers on whether or not it was more than just friends with benefits. neither of you really felt like dealing with randoms knowing your personal business.

so, the two of you snuck around, and honestly, you preferred it.

it added to the excitement of what you two were doing. years of words unsaid, of tension thick, of teases from your friends - finally manifested into something real, something physical.

thin walls

rafe cameron x bitchy!neighbour!reader

content warnings: hate sex, rough sex, degradation (kinda?), slight dubcon, 18+ MDNI

a/n: i hope i did your vision justice!

come join my one year celebration!

You weren’t sure if you’d somehow made a deal with the devil in the past, but having Rafe as your neighbour was perhaps karma for all the attitudes you’d given to everyone in life. Moving into your new apartment, away from the Cut, was supposed to be a fresh start, but only lasted all of about a week.

You’d accidentally let a girls' night run too long—music too loud, laughter spilling into the early hours—when a series of aggressive bangs rattled your door. Already irritated, you stormed over, fully prepared to put whoever it was in their place.

But the second you yanked the door open, your expression fell.

Rafe stood on the other side, brows furrowed, jaw tight, looking exactly as cold and unimpressed as ever. His eyes flicked over you once before he sneered, “O’course it’s a pogue.” 

Since then, it had been a feud between who could outdo the other—loud music at 3 AM, banging on the walls, “accidentally” backing your car into the shiny BMW parked behind you and leaving a dent the size of a fist, and a constant stream of insults whenever your paths crossed. 

for @urdreamgirl12

you started working at the BAU two months ago. People probably wouldn’t guess that was your actually off of a fleeting glance but you were and you were damn good at it. You were a profiler. You knew how to work people, causal manipulation into falling into traps , and overall you knew what makes people tick.

You knew Spencer had to stir his coffee 27 times counterclockwise or else it would be unbearable. You knew Emily had to keep the first button of her blouses unbuttoned because the collar made her feel like she was suffocating.

And with Hotch? you weren’t sure yet. he never stayed around you long enough for you to find out. you’d walk into a room and he’d leave. it was like magnets pushing away from each other. you wondered if he hated you. if he thought you were a skank based off of your attitude. You’d never change for anybody, it took a long time to get to know yourself as well as you did. But Aaron made you wonder.

Maybe your pink and white outfits weren’t up to his code. Maybe your lipstick and shimmery gloss made you look like a kid. Maybe the new hairstyles you always tried everyday made you seem unprofessional. Even with all this swirling in your mind, you still stayed true to yourself. But the more he pulled away, the more you tried.

You’d say slick things to him when you were traveling to a new crime scene. after going over the general stuff about the new case, the plane was silent except for the occasional flick of Spencer’s book. You were bored and you had atleast 2 more hours of the ride. you didn’t think you could survive the silence any longer.

skipping over to where Aaron sat, you slid into the seat next to him, trapping him by the window. he tried to get up to move but you pulled him back down by his tie.

“This is so pretty ya know? i have something at home just like this! it’s a like totally bigger though” he only let out a strangled hum, face flushing with what you thought was annoyance. pressing harder, you continued. “Yea it works almost as well as ties. It’s a lot softer on my skin, for when m tied up.”

“tied up?” he questioned, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. your hand trailed up his chest, the other one preoccupied with fiddling with his tie. this was surely crossing over some kind of HR code. You hoped he wouldn’t report you over this. the thought of losing this job and the ability to see him making you falter over your words. “Y-Yea! sometimes i like to be restrained, makes my head fuzzy. You should try it, could come over the next time i do.” you winked.

Aaron was sure he was a goner now. slacks fighting against his bulge, mouth cotton dry, and hands palming his thighs trying to keep them from sweating. He needed to get out of this seat. but the way your tits bounced in your shirt as you adjusted to lean closer to him had his thoughts racing, practically praying for some kind of mercy, some miracle to give him the courage to not cum.

“anyways! just wanted to talk to you, always look so bored and serious. i could really help you brighten up though. i’m good at relaxing people.” you walked away as though you didn’t just almost make him cream his pants, turning aroung only to take one last look at him with a smile.

He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding, trying to compose himself. he fixed his tie, turning around to see if you were back in your seat, and there you were. legs crossed as you relaxed and read off some article out of your magazine. you caught his gaze, as you always did. giving him a coy smile and a finger wave, giggling when his eyes widened at you noticing him.

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The jet landed and soon you were where you needed to be. some place in Maine where small town murders seemed to be happening. The girls disappeared for days, their bodies showing up after. but it seemed like they were tortured beforehand, not for just a little. but for days on end. You guys quickly handled it, only with Hotch getting a slight shoulder injury and Morgan taking a knife to the shoulder. You were okay of course. Hotch made you the bait, it irritated you at first but atleast you were out of the cross fire.

you ended up back at the hotel as the jet wouldn’t be ready until early morning. Your room was right next to his and he prayed to God that things would go smoothly.

You could hear him groaning and grunting, wondering if he brought someone to his room right now. the thought annoyed you enough that you stalked right over there and banged on his door. He opened the peephole seeing you right outside. tits pressed up against your cotten shirt, nipples on full display. you had on pajama pants, ones with bunnies and bows on it. Your face was bare, except for the lipgloss that coated your lips. He wondered if the flush on your cheeks was natural or not.

He let you in, watching as you canvases the room, standing in the middle to see if anyone would pop out of a random corner. “um, is everything alright?” He asked, voice shakier than he would’ve liked. He cleared his throat, hand rubbing the back of his neck where his pain bloomed from.

“mhm, thought you had somebody in here-“ you cut yourself off as you turned to look at him, seeing the grimace on his face and the obvious discomfort. you tried not to notice how he had no shirt on, the chest hair trailing across his pecs and the happy trail making you salivate. “Aww, you poor thing! Aaron you look in pain.”

“Wow thanks for the compliment. Really appreciate it.” he spoke dryly, trying to feign nonchalance so maybe you wouldn’t notice him chubbing up in his pants. He wondered if you had any underwear on. The question making his head swim.

“you know” you started, walking closer to him, hands clasped behind your back. He tried not to pay attention to how your chest was pushed out and he could see down your shirt. He also tried not to notice how your belly started to show uber the shirt, the slight pudge making a groan fight its way out his mouth.

“i’m really good at massages. i could totally help you out!”

“Yea? is that the relaxing you were talking about earlier?” your face flushed at his question, try to compose yourself with a gulp. “Not exactly but I wanna help you. Please Aaron? would make both of us feel better!”

“And how’s that?” His arms folded over his chested, his walls slightly going up. The stoic face he put on made your thighs clench and you prayed he didn’t notice.

“well you’ll stop being so tense and ill feel happy knowing you’re better!”

with a sigh he gestured towards the bed, laying on his stomach. You stood there in the same spot, a little shocked he actually agreed. you shook your head to break your fog and sat on his back. you were carefully and skillfully pressing on all his pressure points, making sure to pay attention to the ones that looked particularly tense.

Aaron wasn’t exactly quiet, you heard him sigh at certain spots, shifting under you. sometimes a muscle on his lower back would rub against your cunt and you had to bite your lip to conceal the moans that you desperately wanted to let out. You got to the spot right by his shoulder blade and he let out a groan that sounded pornographic, the kind you think about for days when you touch yourself. You paused, chest heaving and face flushed.

“Keep going sweetheart, starting to feel better.” You swallowed and nodded, not realizing he couldn’t see it. You eventually finished the massage, with you now being the one pent up and tense, clit throbbing in your underwear. you were sure there was a wet spot in your panties right now and you wanted nothing more than to fuck your self on your fingers right now.

you hopped off his back, quietly trying to slip away. He turned over in his bed, the sound of blankets shifting making you falter. “where you going? i got some other kinks that need to rubbed out.” you let out a whimper on accident, the sound reaching his ears and making him smirk. you pivoted on your heel turning around only to see him laying on his side propped up on his elbow.

“oh! i was just um, gonna go back to my room-“ he cut you off with a shake of his head, curling his finger in a come here motion. you stood still for a second, before your brain caught up with you feet and you moved towards him.

you sat on the edge of the bed across from him, but no that wouldn’t do. sitting up against the headboard, Aaron lifted you up by your hips, effortlessly placing you on his lap. you could feel how hard he was in his pants, his work pants still on.

He leaned in, lips ghosting over your for only a second. he looked down at you, making contact with your glossy eyes and blown pupils. “This okay honey?” you nodded, too scared to let out words.

you tilted you head up, trying to make contact with his lips, but he backed his head away just a little, enough to make you crazy. when he finally did kiss you, it was like nothing you’ve done before. you’ve obviously been with guys before but this? it was different. he knew how to handle you, how to make you feel good.

he brought one his hands from your waist up to your tit, rolling your nipple between his nimble fingers. the action made you gasp, giving Aaron the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. he didn’t rush it, and there was no fight. you let him control it, control you. his tongue getting every spot in your mouth, rubbing against yours in a dance you knew before. your handles stumbled across his chest, eventually landing to hook under his arms to ground yourself.

the hand still on your waist moved you to rock against his cock, white hot pleasure shooting through you. you rested your head against his as he pulled away from you, kissing down your neck right to your pulse point. he knew how to make you feel good, wanting to take care of your needs before his own.

“is that the spot baby? this making you feel good?” you nodded against him, trying to keep yourself composed as he kept you moving on him. you tried to stay quiet, you really did! but as his kisses got sloppier and wetter, it seemed almost impossible! his tip caught against your clit through your pants making you moan out his name. his lips moved back to yours, slotting against you mouth as he took over once again. “i want these, off now” he spoke, pausing to point to your pajama pants, now wrinkled with your previous activities. you jumped up to take them off, the eagerness in your actions making him smile. as you stumbled back onto his lap, nervousness creeped in.

Aaron noticed, as he always did. he took your chin between his two fingers as his other hand rested on the small of your back. “take it slow baby, use me how you wanna. it’s all yours”

you started off slow, trying to figure out a rhythm that felt right. once you found it you started to get more confident in your movement, little ‘uh uh’ falling out your mouth. Aaron loved how you were falling apart on him right now. he couldn’t focus on anything else besides the angel fucking herself on his bulge and the way her tits bounced in his face. he leaned down to press kisses to your tits, your hands reaching to grasp at his hair. He let you of course, he’d let you do anything at this point. you could feel yourself getting closer, and so could he.

“don’t come yet, wanna do it with you baby. f-fuck not yet. jesus, god, just, just, oh fuck. fuck you feel so good!” he murmured against your skin, the vibrations making you shake against him.

it didn’t take long for him to get close, if it had you think you’d probably go crazy trying not to come. “fuck- let me cum-please, please! sir can- can i? - oh god-“ he shit you up with a kiss, using his strength to rock you against him faster as your orgasms creeped up on you. you both came with blinding pleasure, the feeling tiring you both out. Hotch didn’t stop as you came though, he kept going, pushing you into that slight overstimulation with a smile. the low lidded eyes watching your face morph into a scrunch as your tried not to let the tears of pleasure and pain fall down. he gave you a break once the first tear fell, letting you slump against his body into a blissful sleep.

you’d have a lot to talk about in the morning.

Tags: Dom!Rafe, Brat!Reader, drug content (weed/molly), rough sex, degradation, forced orgasm, spanking, hair pulling, creampie, filthy talk, possessiveness, enemies-to-fuck dynamic

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x bitchy!reader

Reader is of legal age. Everything is consensual, just mean.

— warnings. . . use of drugs, mainly fluff???. (let me know if i forgot to add any)

a/n: not really sure how i feel about this but here you go. i felt like it was a good idea at the time. also feel free to correct any grammatical errors i make in this, im still new to it all && im open to learning new things to improve on. <33

you walk into rafe’s bedroom clutching your purse, you sit on the edge of his bed as he greets you. “hey baby, you need somethin’?” he asks, you look up at him. “can we smoke again?” you ask, fully serious, you and rafe did smoke together a lot.

“sure baby, you wanna roll it yourself this time?” he asks and you shake your head no. “can’t do it with my acrylics on…” you say, all faux sad, he knew you were lying.

he rolls his eyes, taking out the supplies anyway. he starts rolling one for you as you watch how he does it. “i like ‘em better when you make ‘em for me…” you say, adjusting how you were sitting.

“here you go, baby…” he says as he hands you to joint, and you take it, taking out your little pink hello kitty lighter and lighting it before taking a hit, handing it over to him for his turn. “here you go, your turn…”

bitchy!reader who sends Simon nudes at the worst times. he's either in a meeting or on a really important call, and his phone buzzes with the sexiest pictures he's ever seen.

sugardaddy!simon who has to escape to the bathroom to fist his cock and text her praises, cumming all over his screen.

bitchy!reader who loves using her fresh acrylics to mark up ghosts's back, chest, and arms, wanting everyone to know who he belongs to.

bitchy!reader whose friends vent to her about how their boyfriends cheat and never surprise them with flowers, and she just sips her cocktail in silence because she absolutely cannot relate.

pope with bitchy!kook princess reader!

( heavily inspired by @rafesangelita and @princessbrunette )

dedicated 2 my new mutual @jesuistrestriste !!

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Pope had no idea why you’d want to be with him. the years of girls pining over JJ and John B made his confidence falter. He didn’t believe himself to be attractive, let alone cute enough to even look good enough next to you. But you always shut him up with a kiss to prove him wrong.

you guys were opposites and he loved that! he liked being the person to balance you out and vice versa. you would speak up for him whenever he couldn’t and he could calm you down when you felt like killing everyone!

you guys met in season 3 during some party you were throwing. he wasn’t supposed to be there but JJ dragged him with him to see if he could find any new “links”. Pope grimaced at that but went nonetheless.

you were in the kitchen arguing with some cunt of a boyfriend your best friend had. you caught him trying to get her to drink something she clearly didn’t want. Pope overheard your yell and went to see what was going on.

as soon as he caught a glimpse of you he was mesmerized. he zoned out most of your conversation with the boy but he regained focus when you made eye contact with him. you held your hand up to shut up your friends boyfriend so you could talk to Pope. but he shoved you and your hand away. you stumbled, to which Pope rushed to catch you. he lifted you to sit on a counter before stepping in front of you.

“maybe we should chill out.” he said, his eyes showing aggravation and slight fear.

truth be told, Pope didn’t know what he was doing. he didn’t wanna fight this guy. but he was making it really hard to keep it that way.

“Fuck off pogue, you and your fucking friend can go back to where you-“ and before he could even finish you were up and slamming his head into a counter.

Pope backed up, eyes wide and mouth agape. when you turned around you looked murderous, to which he only put his hands up in surrender.

you giggled, a hand covering your mouth because he was so cute! Pope’s mind went hazy. you were laughing. you were laughing at him. he felt pathetic but he loved how your laugh sounded.

“you’re cute! are you new on the island? i’ve never seen you before? and i would remember a face like yours.” you giggle, the look in your eyes flustering him.

he turns around, looking for who you could be talking to. “m-me?” he whispers. oh god this is so embarrassing. why does he sound like this right now? espcially in front of the prettiest girl on the island.

“duh silly!” you introduce yourself to him, raising an eyebrow for his name.

“Pope. Pope Heyward! my dad owns a shop on the cut.”

“ohhhh. i might have to come see you then.” you say in the sultry voice you always had.

he loved how you were speaking to him right now. he nodded a few times, a bit dramatically. you laugh once more, pecking his cheek before walking out the kitchen, turning around to smile at him before you reach your friends.

Pope stays in a slight daze before the guy who’s head you smashed in starts groaning. he rolls his eyes and walks to go find JJ, he needs some girl advice. ASAP.

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the next time he saw you was on the beach when you were arguing with a pogue Pope happened to be partners with on an assignment. you thought he was such a fucking dunce, it was unbelievable. you looked ready to kill him, so Pope thought this was a good moment to walk over to you and talk to you again.

as he got closer he heard you say something that had his eyes bulging out his head and his pace quickening. “are you fucking dumb or is your head only good for blowjobs and getting your shit rocked?” you said as the boys face turned red.

“she doesn’t mean that, i’m so sorry.” pope said as he finally reached you.

“yes the fuck i do! who are you to even-“ you stopped as you turned to face him, your glare turning into a smile.

Pope noticed the boy walk away with a huff but his attention was fully on you.

“hai handsome! missed me again?” you asked as you rested a hand on his chest, getting closer as if to test the waters.

Pope was a little more confident now, seeing how you obviously wanted him (as JJ claims).

“and if i did?” he asked, watching your brown skin flush with his comment. he loved how you looked right now.

regaining your confidence, you cleared your throat and threw your hair over you shoulders. he watched as your skin shimmered in the sun, as if the gods wanted to sprinkle you in glitter.

“then i might have to admit that i did too.” you whispered, tits basically pressed up on his chest, noses almost touching.

he stared at you for a second before you laughed, tilting your head back as if the funniest thing in the world was him being speechless.

“Can i get your number honey? you’re just too cute to pass up. and you’re definitely worth my time.” you bit your lip, glancing up at him through your lashes. you were a tall girl but he was taller, and it made you so wet.

“yea yea of course!” he stumbled over his words as he shuffled to get his phone out his pocket, dropping it in the sand before reaching to pick it up.

he exchanged information with you, begging in his mind that this wasn’t some game you were playing.

“well i guess I’ll be calling you later Pope. don’t miss your chance by having your ringer off. I don’t chase.” walking backwards and smiling at him. his mouth agape and head nodding as if he was a bobble head in some vintage shop.

he thanked high heavens for whatever he did to deserve that encounter.