Author’s note: You people have no idea how happy I am to write this story and I’m so glad to do it during Kinktober. This happens on Book 3, Chapter 12 right after the interrogation. [All characters are owned by Pixelberry Studios] Book: The Crown & The Flame (Book 3) Pairing: Kenna Rys x Raydan Lykel Rating: E Word count: 2051 Summary: Unsure of what to think after Raydan returned to Stormholt, Kenna demands answers from the spymaster. Based on the prompt:CFWC Kinktober - Day 28: Licking
Once each one of the warrior queen’s loyal companions left the chambers where the spymaster rested, Kenna closed the door and scrutinized the man before her as she sat down. She couldn’t deny she has mixed feelings about it. She was aware he was mysterious and close-guarded. He always hid in the shadows, he was known for gathering information about influential people, including herself. He was persuasive and smart, traits that were useful to her when it came to strategizing battles. But when he stayed at Azura’s side for a while, it hurt her. It may have been a way to find out how to defeat her, but even if it wasn’t truly a betrayal, it didn’t hurt any less. What could he have said to her to make her trust him? She needed answers.
While Adriene could uphold her part of a conversation thanks to Varric’s lessons - or rather continuous ramblings about the Merchants’ Guild - it did not mean that she enjoyed those conversations.
Something else could be said about the way Anders’ hand was wandering up her leg beneath the table, though. He had started to caress her knee, and a moment later, she felt the whisper of fabric against her legs as he pulled up her skirt.
Taking an unintendedly large gulp from her wine, she looked at him with a raised eyebrow, but Anders didn’t even spare her a glance as he asked his neighbor on the other side to pass the salt — all while his hand had slipped beneath her skirt and moved up her thigh and over the satin stockings she wore.
Oh. An excited shiver ran over her skin. So this was how he wanted to play it?
Adriene discreetly cleared her throat and put her glass down before she picked up the cutlery again, seemingly very much interested in her food while she opened her legs wider to give him better access.
His fingers brushed over the inside of her thighs, eliciting another shiver before he closed his hand more firmly over her leg. Anders seemed content to take his time teasing her, and as she threw him another sidelong look, she could see the smile hovering in the corner of his mouth, the slight blush crawling up his neck and into his ears.
His fingers had resumed their journey upwards, unerringly now, until they reached the upper end of her stockings and the garter that held them. For a second, she saw his gaze become unfocused as his fingers caressed the rim between satin and bare skin, and Adriene bit her lip at the tingle of heat in the lowest part of her spine before she caught herself. She knew exactly how much he loved those stockings — especially paired with nothing else — and had put them on deliberately to have something to look forward to at the end of the evening.
Of course, one of the guests chose that moment to involve Adriene in their conversation.
“… do you agree, Lady Hawke?”
Adriene forced her thoughts away from the growing heat traveling up her body as Anders’ hand caressed the inside of her thighs just short of touching her most intimate area.
“Agree with what, Ser Paulo? Forgive me, I didn’t quite follow,” she said with her sweetest smile, hoping nobody noticed the way she held her cutlery more tightly than necessary. Underneath the table, long, sensitive fingers found her center, ascertaining that she was indeed not wearing any form of underwear, and started to softly stroke her.
“Ah yes, it was a bit convoluted, to be sure,” the man agreed good-naturedly and laughed. “Agree with the motion by the Merchants’ Guild to take an official stance against the Knight-Commander since the—”
The rest of his words got drowned in the rush in Adriene’s ears as Anders’ fingers parted her lower lips to find the first signs of heated wetness and started to circle her clit.
Hotch on the case gets you hot and bothered. Things end up boiling over for the
better after a bet with Morgan.
Genre: Smut, Humor
Word Count: 3518
Pairing: Hotch x Gender-Neutral Reader
Characters: Hotch, Reader, Morgan, Unsub, Emily
Kinktober Prompt Nineteen: Strength Kink
Warnings: Unprotected Sex against a Wall, Typical-Canon
Violence and Gore, Smut, Dirty Talk, Degradation Kink, Dom Hotch, Sub Reader, Brief
to Little Aftercare, Inappropriate Work Relationships, Motel Sex, Squirting,
Can also be found and read on my AO3 and Fanfiction. Do not
“I’m the king of everything and oh, my
tongue is a weapon.
There’s a light in the crack that’s
separating your thighs,
And if you wanna go to heaven, you
should fuck me tonight.”
- “Young God,” Halsey
Hotch pin the unsub’s hands behind his back and cuff him should not have been
as hot as it was. Hell, if that suddenly became the hardest part about your
job, you would be grateful. Honestly, you could watch Hotch work all day.
was just something about him brought out the most primal parts of you. Your job
required that you be able to handle yourself, but sometimes you just wanted to
turn it all off. If Hotch could just do the heavy lifting for you in parts of
life – including the decision-making process – you’d be all set.
did it make you sweat when Hotch did get physical on the job. It didn’t happen
often since Morgan usually did those tasks, in which case you drooled a bit
over him, too, but sometimes interrogations required someone play bad cop. That
was always Hotch. Then Emily would play good cop, and you were left to watch on
the other side of the glass.