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[themoontoyourshine]

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[themoontoyourshine]

Are You Sure?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner X BAU!Fem!Reader (use of y/n)

Summary: You find yourself in a very precarious situation with your freshly divorced boss…

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI!!! Smut ahead!!! p in v sex, protected sex, detailed descriptions of sex, let me know if i missed any

A/N: This is coming at y’all out of nowhere, I have been stewing on a series and in lieu of me not having time yet to get started on that, this was born. Also, sorry if there are any weird spaces below… mobile app post hehehehehehe. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.3k

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Of all the places you thought you might be this Friday night, naked underneath your boss in his bed wasn’t one of them.

The only thing you could hear was your own panting breath and the soft sound of his hips connecting with yours as he buried himself into you over and over again. You could barely think straight, one hand gripping his sheets and the other holding onto him for dear life. A little while ago, the two of you were out with the team for drinks after a case, and Hotch could tell you weren’t really feeling it. He’d offered to give you a ride home, and somewhere along the way you’d rerouted to his for a nightcap. Neither of you were particularly drunk, but you were thankful for the liquid confidence (and his) when he made the first move. He’d asked repeatedly if it was okay and if you’d wanted him to stop, knowing that he was your boss and that you knew he’d just finalized his divorce from Haley. You seemed to notice his flirting (that Emily and Derek continually pointed out to you, no matter how many times you’d brushed them off and said they were seeing something that wasn’t there) a little bit when him and Haley were separating, but you’d never ever think he was actually attracted to you, let alone to the point where he’d want to sleep with you, and yet…

The feeling of him inside you was more than you could have ever fantasized about (and you did fantasize about it). Not only did he take his time devouring you first, making you come twice with his mouth and fingers, but he made sure you were well enough aroused to be in nothing but total ecstasy when he was ready to fuck you. Every single stroke felt so fucking good. He was perfect. Well… perfectly sized for pleasure. Great in bed. Not perfect. Not… whatever.

“H-Holy… shit, Hotch…” your eyes screwed shut and your jaw fell slack as you heard him chuckle and groan.

“I think… we’re at the point where you can… call me Aaron, darling… don’t you think?” his pace slowed a bit, truthfully because he was close and didn’t want to be finished just yet, but he wanted to give you a moment to respond to him.

You opened your eyes and found his. God, what a dangerous moment. The look is his eye as he lazily fucked into you wasnt anything you could have prepared yourself for. You tried avoiding eye contact this whole time, and you were almost successful. You knew what would happen if you held his gaze, and here you were. You knew you’d be confronted with thoughts that you’d been successfully suppressing for a long while now, thoughts you’d only let brew when you allowed yourself to think about your boss in a way that you knew you had no right to, especially because they began well before he was even separated from his now ex-wife. The desire to open up to him right now about how you feel was right on your tongue. You wanted to tell him how sexy he looked with his hair all messed up, especially from your fingers running through and pulling it as he ate you out. You wanted so badly to tell him that his face looks much better being flushed from sex rather than being flushed from your typical daily compliments. Dare you tell him that you think you love him? What a stupid, stupid idea. You decided that it’s definitely best not to say anything, maybe ever, and just respond to what he asked you.

“Are you…” you stopped to sigh, the pleasure was still too much and you wanted to last for him, “… are you sure?”

You watched his eyes half-lid as he brought your right leg to rest on his shoulder. He leaned down to you further, allowing himself a new angle to thrust into you. His pace picked up again, and this time, you saw fucking stars. You tried, but couldn’t help the loud sound of your pleasure escape from your throat. You’ve never been fucked like this, and you knew he could probably tell, which you decided you’d curse yourself for later.

You could feel the air from his lips as he spoke right next to your ear, “Does it feel like I’m sure, Y/N?”

You nodded quickly, your arms now coming around him under his arms to hold on to his back, surely leaving marks with your nails. “Y-Yes… God Aaron, yes.”

You couldn’t help but notice that he seemed to be affected by your use of his first name, responding with only a low and breathy moan. He drove you so close to your third orgasm, and you could tell he was close too. His name fell from your lips again as you tried to speak, “I’m… Aaron I-I think I’m gonna..”

He panted and kept his pace, “I’ve got you, sweetheart, g-give it to me.”

The moment that your orgasm hit you nearly blinded you for a few seconds. The brightness of the pleasure your body felt was something you were sure was once in a lifetime. It affected your entire body, legs now shaking and back arched against the mattress. The pleasure kept coming as Aaron thrust into you. You didn’t even hear yourself nearly weep as you came, your pussy contracting strongly around Aaron’s rigid cock.

“That’s it, that’s a good… good girl,” Aaron stuttered as he followed close behind you with his own peak. His thrusts became sloppy, still trying to ride you through your high, as he drove into you once more with a loud groan. You whimpered as you came down, still feeling yourself ebb through pleasure as Aaron stayed inside you. The two of you breathed heavily together, locked eyes as Aaron smiled lazily at you. Goddammit. You were so fucked. Fucked.

He gestured toward your leg on his shoulder, silently asking for permission to move you so he could adjust and start to clean himself up. You nodded, trying not to make a sound as his cock left you. You didn’t think you were quite ready to move yet, but you tried to at least scooch yourself up by your elbows to begin coming back to reality.

Aaron stood, taking off the condom while making his way toward the bathroom in his bedroom. You watched him, getting a more normal view of his naked body, and for some reason you felt guilty for looking.

You shook your head, pushing the feeling away as you looked for your clothes on the floor. As you sat up, Aaron came out of the bathroom and grabbed a pair of sweats to put on. You stood, “Do you mind if I…” you gestured toward the bathroom asking silently.

Aaron smiled again, “Of course not, whatever you need. I have extra toothbrushes in the bottom right drawer,” he began walking toward the door with you, showing you, “If you want to shower, I have extra towels here.”

You nodded, deciding that would probably be a good idea. Smiling at him, you thanked him. He held your gaze, brushing your hair behind your ear, and leaned down to kiss you. It was brief, but surprising. He pulled away from you with a goofy looking smirk on his face, leaving you in the bathroom.

-

After your shower, you left the bathroom in a towel, and found your clothes folded nicely on the armchair in the corner of the bedroom. Aaron was in bed, reading glasses on, looking at a file by the light of his bedside table lamp. He looked up to you as you emerged, but you’d already made your way to the pile of clothes and started to get dressed.

“You can borrow something of mine to sleep in, if you need,” he said. You could tell this was his way of asking the question, ‘are you staying?’ and you weren’t sure what your response should be. Obviously he wouldn’t have framed it that way if he didn’t want you to stay, but did he feel obligated to offer? You knew you didn’t really have time to think about it, so you decided not to.

“I think I’m going to call an uber back to my place, actually. I’ve got some things to take care of pretty early tomorrow.”

Aaron was very good at his job. Aaron could absolutely tell that you probably don’t have something to do tomorrow that early, and that you don’t want to stay over. You hope he can also tell that it’s not necessarily because you don’t want to, but because you aren’t 100% comfortable yet, even if you don’t get a chance to become comfortable.

He set down his file and stood, “Let me drive you, don’t pay for an uber.” He made his way to grab a t-shirt and slipped on comfortable slipper-like shoes to wear in the car.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind getting an uber, Aaron, I don’t want to make you leave just to drive me home.”

Grabbing a jacket from his closet, he shrugged it on and walked over toward you. Without warning, he leaned down to your ear, delicately pushing your hair on the opposite side over your shoulder and caging you in with his hand then on the wall behind you, “Does it feel like I’m sure… Y/N?” he smiled at you slyly as he pushed himself off of the wall and walked past you out of the bedroom. You felt heat rise in your tummy and cheeks as you sighed and shook your head. What the hell were you getting yourself into? Following him, you grabbed your bag, slipped on your coat and shoes, and followed him to the car.

-

The short drive to your apartment was overall quiet, but as you were turning the corner onto your street, you knew you had to start the conversation. “Sorry for not staying the night… to be completely honest I wasn’t expecting you to offer.”

Aaron shifted to lean on the center console and nodded, “It’s alright, I know that tonight’s events overall seemed a bit unexpected. Hopefully you’re not dissapointed, though.” You turned to him, noticing the cocky smirk on his lips. Asshole.

You rolled your eyes and he laughed. There was a beat of silence before you spoke again. “Are we… do you want to just act as if nothing happened tonight? At work, I mean… and outside of work if that’s what you want.”

You wanted to smack yourself in the face for letting your thoughts out so freely. Your anxiety surrounding this part of the situation definitely was getting the better of you, and you weren’t sure what he wanted, which made things so much worse. As the car slowed in front of your building, Aaron put the car in park as you waited for his response. You knew he was thinking about what he wanted to say, which obviously made you even more nervous.

“Y/N, I know you realize that… this is a slightly complicated situation.” You nodded, urging him to continue, “I need you to understand that since Haley and I separated… it’s taken a lot of my own will power to keep myself from you.”

Everyone on the team knew that one of its strongest members was its leader, Aaron Hotchner. Hearing him confess that he’s had a hard time keeping himself away from you was a statement you could never have expected. You knew he was flirtatious toward you, no matter how much you denied it to yourself. You knew he was soft for you, you knew he favored you in appropriate ways, and you knew that the team noticed. You just wished that you let yourself see it. Maybe you’d have to start, that is, if he wanted you to.

“I… I loved and still have love for Haley, she is the mother of my son and the woman that I thought I would love for my entire life. Coming to terms with that not being the case has been hard. I would do anything for Jack, you know that. I don’t mean to tell you things you already know, but while things are still being worked out custody wise, and while we work out a way to tell the team and… Strauss, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to pursue you publicly. I need you, though, to understand that I want to when I can, if you’ll let me… and that I’d like to continue to see you privately, if that’s something you want.” Another beat of silence, “I like you… more than I should, more than I care to admit to myself. I think about you, I want to be around you when I can be. I… want you.”

You nodded, trying to hide a smile. “May I speak freely, sir?”

Something in his eyes seemed to darken at the formality, “You may, agent.”

“I want you, I have for a long time. I would really like to continue… whatever this is, whatever you want this to be, however you want to.”

The lustful look in Aaron’s eye turned briefly into fondness, you believe, if you caught it right. He reached for your hand and gave it a light squeeze, “I know this isn’t ideal for you, and I know it will be hard to keep this from the team. Are you sure?”

You adjusted yourself to lean into him and kiss him unexpectedly with fervor, a kiss that made him brace himself on the steering wheel and grasp the back of your head for reassurance. He grunted as you leaned him further back, returning the kiss so fiercely that you had half a mind to ask him inside with you.

You let yourself pull back just slightly to speak, lowly but clearly, “Does it feel like I’m sure, Aaron?”

[themoontoyourshine]

clandestine meetings; spencer reid

summary: spencer‘s favourite student makes perfect use of his break between classes

pairing: professor!spencer reid x fem student!reader

warnings: smut, 18+, oral (m), dirty talk, age gap (reader is 22)

notes: kind of obsessed w professor spencer i cant help it, you can find my masterlist here.

"i have another class in," spencer pulled his mouth from yours to check the watch on his wrist, moaning low in the back of his throat when you kissed along his jaw. "twenty minutes." you gave a little nod of your head, worked your lips over his throat when he tipped his head back for you. his pulse jumped and you sucked softly, enough to have his knees weakening but not enough to leave behind a mark.

"twenty minutes is more than enough time." you let your head fall back against the door to his office, thankful for the small set of blinds that covered the square window, and sent him an overly innocent smile. your hands pressed lightly against his chest, worked their way up to his shoulders and under his dark suit jacket. you were slow in pushing the material off him, your gaze never once leaving his. "i can make you cum in five, professor."

spencer's gaze darkened at your words, his hands helping remove his jacket all the way before he tossed it over the arm of the couch to his left and then he was crowding you against the door. both hands gripped your head, tilted it back as he dipped his own and kissed you. it was a messy clash of tongue and teeth, spencer's hips pressing forward into yours, one hand slipping until his fingers were wrapped loosely around your throat. you were tugging at the buttons on his cardigan, pulling them free as his kisses ran over your cheek and jaw, his lips grazing your ear.

"show me."

his mouth found yours again, languid strokes of his tongue making your head spin, a soft moan tumbling from you when he squeezed the sides of your neck slightly. you met his slow kisses with your own, your fingers discarding his half done up cardigan in favour of working his belt open. you were slow in unbuckling it, leaving it inside the loops as you turned to unbutton his slacks, tugging the zipper down before pushing your hand inside. your hand grazed the softness of his boxers over his cock, fingertips brushing lightly over him as he pressed further into you.

"what were you thinking about in class?" you asked against his lips, relishing in the shaky breaths he was letting out, his forehead pressed to your own. he settled one hand against the wall by your head to prop himself up, his other hand tightening just slightly around your throat when your hand left his slacks, slipped up his shirt to brush over the softness of his stomach.

"hmm?"

"in class. you couldn't keep your eyes off me, couldn't concentrate when people asked you questions, kept fiddling with your sleeves and fixing your trousers." your hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers this time, fingers wrapping around his already hard cock to give it a couple of slow, sure strokes. "were you thinking about fucking me, sir?"

"i-" spencer bucked into your hand with a low grunt, pressed a hot kiss to your mouth and nudged his nose against yours. "i was thinking about this. about getting you in here and on your knees." your lips tipped into a smile.

"i can make that happen." your hand left his boxers and spencer almost whined at the loss of contact, pouted and started to complain until you pressed your hands to his chest and pushed. "sit down." you guided him back towards his chair behind the desk, giggling when he fell into it, head tipped back to keep your gazes locked.

his mess of curls had fallen onto his forehead, a light flush on his cheeks, lips kiss bitten and just a little bit swollen. spencer reid was heartbreakingly beautiful and right now, all yours. he blinked slowly at you as you dropped to the floor between his open legs, his body shifting so he could pull his dick out. your eyes fell to his hand, wrapped around the thick length of him, tip blushed pink from your teasing and you immediately shuffled forward, spencer's free hand coming up to cup your cheek.

"spit." he tapped your chin, held the base of his cock and watched you lean forward, hands on your thighs, and spit over the tip. "that's it." you hummed at his words, replacing his hand with your own, dragging your tightened fist up and down the length of him with slow twisted movements. your thumb brushed teasingly over the head and spencer hissed, hips bucking up desperately. leaning in again your tongue darted out to kitten lick his leaking tip, swirling softly over it and moaning at the familiar taste of him.

"i was thinking about this too." when you spoke you kept your lips pressed against the underside of spencer's length, spit coated and soft as they brushed the vein that bulged there before you kissed down to his balls. from the slightest bit of contact spencer's thighs tensed, his hand bunching into a fist against the armrest of his chair. "i always think about this."

tongue pressed flat against his cock you slowly dragged it from base to tip, wrapped your lips around the most sensitive part of him and sucked softly, lashes fluttering when you met his gaze. spencer couldn't take his own eyes off you, fixated on the way your lips stretched around him when you lowered your head. you pushed him further into your mouth, hands flat against his thighs, one of his coming to rest on the back of your head. he didn't push or pull, only rubbed his thumb soothingly into your scalp until you hummed in pleasure.

you hollowed your cheeks and let your throat relax, adopting a gentle and leisurely pace, completely unbothered by spencer's somewhat short time frame. his head had tipped back just slightly, jaw dropped open and the moans he was letting out had heat pooling in your stomach. giving spencer head had quickly become one of your favourite things since starting your relationship, he was always so vocal, soft breathy whines playing on a loop in your head well after he'd came. he liked talking you through it, telling you what he liked, mumbling praises about how good you were doing, begging you to quit your teasing and take all of him down your throat. exactly like he was right now.

"shit, c'mon, baby, take it all for me, i know you can take more than that." you made a quiet noise of agreement, relaxed your jaw and pressed deeper. he hit the back of your throat, your nose snug against his dark ladder of hair and his grunt was loud when he felt you gag around him. he held the back of your head to keep you in place, hips shifting beneath you as your tongue grazed wet and warm over the base of him.

when he finally let you pull off him you suctioned your lips tight around him, suckled teasingly at his tip as you fought to catch your breath. your fingers wrapped around the lower half of him twisting messily and his hips bucked, a desperate sound getting caught in his throat. you caught sight of him dragging both hands through his hair, his face flushed, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. he let it go with another soft whimper, his thighs tensing around you.

"god, you're so-" spencer was cut off by a sharp knock to his office door, startling the both of you, your head knocking back against the desk in your haste to pull away from him. the professor fumbled, cursing low in the back of his throat while cradling your head in one hand, his other working to tuck himself back inside his boxers. he rubbed soothing fingers over your scalp, his brows furrowed in worry, his cheeks a darker red than the underwear you were currently wearing. "are you okay? i'm so sorry."

his words were rushed and whispered, his fingers massaging the sore spot on your head and if you weren't so worried about the person on the other side of the door you would have laughed. spencer looked wrecked, worked up and flustered, shirt askew, cardigan unbuttoned and the tent in his still undone slacks was almost begging for your attention again. you went to nod, lips parting to tell him you were okay when the knock came again.

"professor reid?" the voice was feminine and just slightly concerned, a prickle of annoyance sparking deep in your chest both at being interrupted when you already had such little time and at the fact you knew exactly who that voice belonged to.

"just a minute!" spencer's gaze frantically searched the small room, clearly looking for somewhere to hide you, his fingers still working comfortably against your head. the action was almost absentminded despite the current situation and it had heat fizzling inside of you. figuring there was no where else for you to go he met your eyes again. "fuck okay, you're going to have to stay there." he caught the slight tilt to your lips and the way your eyes slid to his still hard cock. "and behave yourself."

"yes, sir." it was teasing, just on the side of playful but spencer's jaw clenched as he shifted in the chair. he shuffled until you were further under the desk, completely hidden from view and made sure the desk also hid his crotch. he tried to fix his hair with a huff before clearing his throat.

"come in!" you couldn't hide your eye roll when you heard the usual click clack of professor henry's heels on the floor, the click of the door shutting behind her causing you to let out a sigh. she clearly wanted this to be private. nudging spencer's legs apart, your head fell to rest on his thigh, an innocent gesture, already missing the feeling of his fingers against your scalp. he sent you a quick surprised glance before settling his attention on the young woman opposite. "professor henry, how can i help you?"

"spencer, how many times have i told you? out of hours you can call me maria."

"right, sorry, of course. is everything okay?"

"yes, everything's fine, looking forward to the break. this semester has really taken it out of me." your nose scrunched at her light laugh, already wishing she'd hurry up and leave. spencer's thigh was warm and firm beneath your cheek and you tuned both professor's out as you reached up and brushed your knuckles over his covered cock.

his slacks were still undone, giving you easy access to shift up and cover the tip of his cock with your mouth, the cotton of his underwear soft beneath your tongue. spencer's entire body went rigid, his hand darting below the desk to push at your forehead but you simply glared up at him, pinching his thigh as a warning for him to stop. you mouthed over his underwear, tried not to giggle when he stumbled over his words.

"i, uh," he cleared his throat. "i'm actually really looking forward to writing the syllabus for next semester." a breathy laugh blew through your nose, hot against spencer's lower tummy and he coughed again. your fingers were tugging him from his boxers, still hard and leaking, coated still with your spit. you wrapped your lips around him again and in one slow movement, took him straight to the back of your throat.

you held him there, swallowed around him just to be a tease and were rewarded by a hitch in his breathing and a tightening of his thighs. you started bobbing your head again, tongue flat to glide along the underside, careful not to let any noises become too loud. you could taste his salty pre cum on your tongue and it only made you all the more eager to have him cum properly, your fingers wrapping around the lower half and jerking upwards. you tuned out the conversation around you, only let yourself focus on making spencer fall apart.

you sucked softly, bobbed your head a little faster and glanced up to see spencer's face had flushed again, his fingers tugging at the collar of his shirt. he coughed into his hand once again, an attempt to cover up the soft whine he was about to let out and slid his hand beneath the desk to find your jaw, a weak attempt at trying to hold you off. you simply leaned into his touch, slowed your hand and suckled lazily on his tip.

"is everything okay, spencer? you're looking a little flushed."

"fine, yes, everything's fine." a deep breath to stop the curse from flying free. "i think i'm coming down with something. you know, i was just getting ready to leave my uh, uhm, my cat. he needs feeding, so it would be great if we could pick this up another time?"

"oh. of course, don't want that cat going hungry." spencer forced a laugh and in return you tightened your grip around him, happy when he gave the smallest grunt and his hand shifted to the back of your head. he pushed you further down on him, held you there with his entire cock enveloped between your lips. "i'll catch up with you before friday. i hope you feel better before then."

he could only nod, waved awkwardly at professor henry and only let you drag your mouth from him when the door had clicked shut behind her. you only grumbled your complaints and went straight back in, lips and tongue and fingers working over him in slow strokes. spencer’s head fell back, his posture relaxing as he let himself go, one hand still against the back of your head, the other shoving though his already messy curls.

“fuck, baby, just like that. i’m gonna cum, oh.” he let his throat relax, completely unbothered by the people on the other side of the office door and moaned softly, the sounds getting louder and more whiney with each gentle suck to his tip. one hand cupped his balls, massaged them lightly and he whimpered, bucked his hips and started to help guide your head. the quiet hums you were letting out only added to his pleasure and within moments spencer was coming.

“that’s it, good girl. you’re doing so well, pretty, want you to swallow it all for me. there you go, take it all.”

he came with a string of curses and whimpers, your name like a breathy prayer as you sucked him through it. his cock pulsed on your tongue, his cum warm as you swallowed it down eager to taste all of him. his head was still tipped back but you kept your eyes on him, the slow bobs of your head making his stomach tense as he softened between your lips. jaw clenched and face flushed he looked breathtakingly gorgeous, your own body hot when he whimpered again and shook his head, his hips trying to shift away from you.

you pulled off him with a wet pop, a string of spit keeping the two of you connected and grinned, the smudge of mascara beneath your eyes and the glazed over look in them making spencer’s nerves tingle. he used his thumb to swipe over your bottom lip, effectively clearing away the mess you’d made and gave another small shake of his head.

“are you trying to kill me?”

“your cat needs feeding?”

“close enough to the truth, someone needed feeding.” you snorted a laugh at that, rolled your eyes at his pleased expression and shifted on your knees. the floor was starting to make them ache and spencer seemed to realise, his hands reaching for yours to pull you up. “you couldn’t have waited a few minutes until she left?”

“you’re hot when you’re flustered.” you shrugged innocently, smiling softly when he grabbed a tissue from his desk and used it to wipe your hands clean. “plus i kinda like the thought of getting caught with you.”

spencer’s cheeks flushed pink again and he glanced down to avoid your gaze as he cleaned himself up and tucked himself back into his slacks. before he could turn to his belt you were there, working the buckle closed, fingers grazing teasingly over his skin. lifting your gaze you tilted your head, switched to fixing his cardigan and ruffled shirt.

“so, twenty minutes isn’t really enough time for me to do everything i want to do to you, i can grab take out and come over?” spencer was nodding before you’d even finished speaking, his fingers finding your waist to pull you in, his head dipping to press a kiss to your swollen lips. “plus i think you owe me an orgasm.”

[themoontoyourshine]

Work Surprise

You ran around to the back seat, unbuckling your sleeping daughter from her car seat. You laughed under your breath as you saw her tiny toddler shoes on the floor of the car as well as one of her socks she must’ve kicked off. You shook her shoulder gently, watching her lips part as she yawned. She had the same shaped lips as Spencer, cute and pink. 

“We’re here,” You said, looking out at the BAU floor of Quantico lit up with dim lights. “Time to surprise Daddy.” You whispered lifting Maisie out of her seat and into your arms. She slumped into your chest, squishing her cheek against your shoulder.

You held Maisie in one arm, and your visitor passes and her shoes and sock in the other, carrying them in. A sly smile spread across your face as you saw JJ’s mouth open. The team rarely got to see Spencer’s kid since you guys agreed it would be best to keep Maisie out of this world.

“What?” You saw Spencer lift his head from his papers, then turn around to see you. “Oh my goodness.” Spencer smiled walking towards you and Maisie with open arms. “Oh.” He whispered as he realized Maisie was fast asleep. 

You still handed her to Spencer, your arms tired of carrying so much. Spencer bounced his daughter up and down, gently waking her up. She let out a big yawn, warming the team’s heart. 

“She yawns like me.” Spencer said proudly, making you laugh. He was glad to share any trait with his daughter. 

“She also doesn’t like her shoes too tight either, I’m guessing.” Emily said, nodding her head at the shoes and single sock in your hand. 

Spencer looked down at your hand, trying to conceal his still proud smile. “Not my fault.” You whispered, placing a kiss on Spencer’s cheek as Maisie stretched her arms out.

She blinked slowly before lighting up. “Daddy!” She threw her tiny arms around his neck, swaying her feet. 

“Hi baby.” Spencer whispered happily, yet still looking at you. And you knew he meant it to both of you. “Best surprise.” 

“Sup-ri!” Maisie clapped, trying out the new word. 

“Yes,” Spencer laughed, tucking her hair behind her ear, “Sup-ri.” Spencer repeated, the room bursting out in laughter and Maisie clapping for herself.

[themoontoyourshine]

hi! can you do a blurb on girly!reader x spencer reid where she visits the BAU and is just amazed by everything there and spencer is just smiling and watching her babble on about how cool it is. thank you!!

fluffy fluff! another of my fav girly!reader x spencer

there are so many people bustling around, clipboards or tablets in hand. the desks are crowded together, some filled with personal items and other completely bare except for a few files.

spencer has his hand wrapped firmly around your waist, as he guides you through the room to his desk. spencers desk is stacked high with papers, a few photos ( mostly of his mum or you ) and random post it notes stuck everywhere.

"this is my desk.." you says, shuffling some papers around in an attempt to make it neater.

"s'cute spence! i love your office.. and look at all those screens in that room! do you have a computer? wait no you wouldn't you hate-" you ramble, eyes darting around the room quickly, attempting to take it all in.

spencer smiles down at you.

"and oh! i have something for you." you say, quickly looking through your purse before pulling out a photograph. the frame is traditional black, but you've stuck stickers around it, to match the photo, which is of spencer and you at one of your first dates.

"thank you.." spencer says, placing it down next to his other photos and positioning it. you beam up at him, and he leans down and kisses your cheek quickly.

spencer continues to listen to you babble on about his office, and how cool it is, as he watches you in your little flowery dress and hair tied with a bow.

you look so adorably out of place it makes spencer laugh, as you could obviously care less.

"oh! and look at him over there... he looks so serious, and sad. maybe hes having a bad day?" you say, and spencer follows your line of sight to hotch.

"oh sweetie, thats hotch he always looks like that." spencer says, and your eyes widen, glancing back at spencers boss.

"he looks so sad! y'think a cookie would cheer him up? because i brought some." you say, pulling a container out of your bag.

"m'sure it would.. wanna go give it to him?" spencer says, and you nod eagerly, skipping off in the direction of hotch as spencer follows you, a stupid grin on his face.

[themoontoyourshine]

You and Stepdad!Hotch doing it for the first time. Y'all are home alone and you're being a brat and yelling at him (for God knows what 😂) and he finally snaps and pins you to the wall by your neck, berating you and you're like "You're not even my real dad!" And he's like "you're right 😈 but you're gonna call me daddy" and you're confused ofc and he dips his hand down your pants to see just how wet you are and ofc you're dripping and embarrassed and ready to do whatever he tells you 🥺

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"What's that blush about, hmm?" Aaron taunted, his smirk utterly sadistic. “Where’d all that fire go?”

His fingers glided through your folds with embarrassing ease, squelching obscenely. That fire that had fueled your brattiness a moment ago was now coursing through your veins. Your pupils were blown wide with desire, and you could barely maintain eye contact out of shame.

“You’re so unfair,” you murmured, squirming a little against his grip.

You sucked in a breath as his fingers came up to tease your clit torturously slow.

“You wanna talk about unfair, sweetheart?” He scoffed. “I have to put up with that attitude of yours and you still expect me to just forgive you?”

His smirk only grew when your hips stuttered, seeking more friction.

“No, no, this body of yours is begging me to punish it.”

“Can’t you at least kiss me?” You whined defiantly.

He chuckled darkly, fingers moving from your throat to grab your face.

“In due time, if you earn it. But you haven’t even said please, sweetheart. Where are your manners?”

He tilted your head to the side, exposing more of your neck. His fingers left your cunt, and you gasped as he spread your legs with his knee, settling you on his thigh.

You whimpered, biting your lower lip to stave off the need to lunge forward and devour his mouth.

“Don’t worry, though. I’m a very patient teacher. We’ll whip you into shape in no time.”

——

[themoontoyourshine]

Hey !!! Could you maybe do like cute , funny , sassy, sarcastic banter between hotch x reader / bau team maybe ? Thank you!!

you’re nothing the team had expected in a good way.

you’re like a little ray of sunshine and clouds to their days and they love it.

they especially love how you tease and flirt with aaron and how his face heats up instantly when you do.

“oh, new tie boss man?” you flirt as he steps into the precinct, derek shaking his head as aaron’s hand moves to his blue patterned tie.

“yes, jack got it for me.” he says quietly, tips of his ears red as he realizes he’s revealed a part of him so effortlessly.

“he’s got good taste, almost better than you.” emily laughs when you push off your desk and move towards him.

“though, you did buy that pretty zip up last winter. the green one, remember?”

of course he remembers. you hadn’t stopped complimenting him about it while you were out to dinner with the team.

spencer pipes up, “give the guy a break, l/n. his stomach’s probably blood red now.”

aaron only blushes further and it makes you laugh. “i’ll give you a break for now aaron hotchner, after hours is fair game.”

aaron tuts but secretly, he looks forward to the time after hours when you can tease him again.

so he says quietly as he walks to his office, “i can’t wait, vixen of a woman.”

[themoontoyourshine]

Sneaky Link (18+ ONLY)

DBF!Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

WC: 3.5k words

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY), DBF!Hotch, Age gap (still placing reader at mid-twenties), oral (m and f receiving), face sitting, dirty talk, cursing, unprotected sex (WRAP IT IRL!!), creampie, exhibitionism-ish? (it's poolside), anddddd lmk if anything else I missed!

A/N: IM LITERALLY SPEECHLESS RN PLDFNGBJKFNGB PLS ENJOY !!!!!!!!!

The summer was off to a great start.

Your parents decided to go sailing in Greece for three weeks, so you had been tasked with house-sitting. 

Well, to call it a house was inaccurate, really. It was more like a mansion. They had much more space than they needed, but your parents loved flaunting their wealth.

For your part, you didn’t care much about extravagance, even if you acknowledged your privilege. You’d rather accept their money for things like education, for instance.

 Still, it was nice to have a pool and a large garden for yourself. You were in desperate need of some unwinding, and you knew some sunshine and fresh air would do wonders for you.

You’d just moved out of your apartment, deciding to come back home for some time to hunker down and focus on sending out applications for a postgraduate degree. 

But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t procrastinate a little first. You had all summer, after all.

It was a nice, sunny day, perfect for lounging by the pool. Your parents had just left the previous night, so you filled in the silence with music blasting from your speakers. You brought a book and your laptop down to the pool area, and you were on your way back in for some lemonade when the doorbell rang. 

You hesitated for a moment, considering running up to your room to get a t-shirt. You were only wearing a turquoise bikini and a measly beach cover tied around your waist, and you weren’t sure if that was appropriate enough to greet someone at the door.

But then you figured fuck it, it was hot outside and this was technically your house, so you could do whatever the hell you pleased.

You opened the door to reveal someone you only knew from pictures and anecdotes — your dad’s best friend and next-door neighbor, the famous Aaron Hotchner.

Based on the pictures you’d seen, you already knew he was very handsome… but good lord, nothing could compare to the real thing. You couldn’t help blushing, suddenly feeling very exposed, but you tried to maintain your composure.

His dark eyes were drawn downwards before quickly returning to your face, a friendly smile on his lips.

“Hi, you must be Y/N,” he greeted, extending his large hand toward you. “I’m Aaron. Your father has told me so much about you. He’s having me keep an eye on you while they’re gone, make sure you’re good.”

“Oh, man, I hope he didn’t tell you any embarrassing stories.” You rolled your eyes playfully, returning the smile and shaking his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you, too. It’s nice to meet you in person, finally.”

“Nice to meet you, too. You know, they’re both very proud of you, I can’t blame them for talking my ear off,” he said. “Sorry to show up unannounced, just thought I’d introduce myself.”

“Oh, no worries at all. I was just going to tan for a bit,” you said, gesturing to your swimsuit. “Do you want some lemonade or anything?”

“Sure, thank you, sweetheart.”

Your blush deepened a little at this. You stepped aside to let him in, his arm just barely brushing yours as he passed. In the kitchen, you poured him a glass and handed it to him. Covertly, you watched his throat work as he drank it all down, licking his lips when he finished.

You took a sip of your own, averting your gaze demurely. You weren’t usually very shy, but you were unsure of what to say to him. He was very close to your family, but to you, he was still virtually a stranger. A really, really attractive stranger.

And you just happened to be home alone with him.

He crossed his strong arms over his broad chest, his gaze wandering despite his best attempts at being respectful. He exhaled slowly.

“I have to say, your dad showed me an older picture of you. I almost didn’t recognize you when you opened the door.”

You shook your head in amusement. “I know he keeps one or two in his wallet. I’m surprised my mom never brought out the photo albums.”

He smirked. “I think she was waiting for you to be home for that. She probably wants you to get all flustered.”

You already were a bit flustered then, but you weren’t going to admit it to him. You fanned yourself a little with your hand, the expansive room suddenly feeling warmer.

“You’re welcome to join me at the pool, by the way. If you don’t have anything else going on, that is,” you offered. “Though you might need a swimsuit.”

“Oh, I don’t mean to intrude…”

“Not at all! Maybe that way we can get to know each other better.”

The truth was you were curious to see what was underneath that white polo and jeans, which hugged his lean muscles oh-so-deliciously. His thick eyebrows raised just slightly, and there was a certain glimmer in his eyes you wanted to decipher. Your eyes scanned his features, lingering on his lips for a long moment before moving on downwards.

You had the strangest urge to get your lips on that sharp jaw of his, just to hear what sound he would make. He had a pleasantly deep voice already, so you could only imagine…

You swallowed hard, trying to bat those thoughts out of your head. You needed to get a grip. Nothing could happen between the two of you, of course. That was impossible. Your parents would literally kill both of you.

But there was no harm in looking, right?

After a charged moment of silence, he shifted in his seat a little, but then nodded and got up.

“I’ll go get changed and come right back.”

“I’ll leave the door open.”

You brought an extra towel outside for him and settled onto one of the lounge chairs. Undoing your beach wrap, you began applying sunscreen to your legs. Then you moved onto your arms, humming along to your music.

“Here, let me get some on your back,” you heard Aaron’s deep voice behind you.

You looked back at him, eyes snagging on his bare chest and the smattering of dark hair across it. You couldn’t help it, your eyes betrayed you by sinking further down, right to the happy trail that ended at the hem of his swim trunks. 

You nodded quickly, handing him the bottle and moving your hair out of the way. Boldly, he sat behind you, rubbing sunscreen between his hands. Your body jerked slightly as he started tenderly spreading it on your back, and your eyes fell closed at his mere touch.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” He asked casually.

You shook your head in response.

“How come?”

“I’m not really interested in guys my age,” you said with a small shrug. “They play too many games, and I’m not with that.”

“But you must have an army of admirers, surely.”

You huffed in amusement. “Not really. Boys ignore me because they know they can’t have me.”

He chuckled, his fingers grazing the top of your shoulders. “That’s surprising to me. You’re such a beautiful girl, I don’t see how anyone could ignore you.”

Butterflies burst in your stomach at his words. “Better to be alone than in bad company, right?”

“Yeah. You don’t need some silly boy, anyway. You need a gentleman.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder. “Well, let me know if you know any.”

All too soon, he was done with your back, but you offered to do the same to him. Okay, maybe you were a little too eager to get your hands on him, but this was innocent enough. You didn’t want him to get sunburned, either. 

“What about you?” You asked, trying not to sound too curious. “Where’s Mrs. Hotchner?”

He chuckled as if he’d been expecting this question.

“There’s no Mrs. Hotchner. At least for the time being.”

“Ah, I see. So you don’t need to be running home any time soon.”

“Not at all, sweetheart,” he smiled. “You’ve booked me for the entire day. Who knows what you’d get up to if I didn’t keep my eye on you.”

In a small moment of bravery, you smirked. “No good, of course.”

“Just as I thought. We can’t have that, now can we?”

You shrugged flirtatiously and batted your lashes prettily, not promising you were going to behave even if he was there.

Both of you lay in your respective lounge chairs, parallel to each other as you soaked up the sun. For a couple of minutes, neither of you said anything, but you surreptitiously snuck glances at one another.

Behind the cover of his sunglasses, his eyes trailed the thin rivulets of sweat trickling down your sternum. His fingers flexed as he suppressed the need to reach out. You glanced down at the movement of his hips as he readjusted his position, clearing his throat. You weren’t sure what sort of game you two were playing, but it was entirely too riveting. 

You sat up, hesitantly reaching for the straps holding up your bikini top.  

“Do you mind if I undo these? I’m not gonna take it off, but I have this cute strapless dress I want to wear, and I don’t want the tan lines.”

“Uh, um, sure, no problem,” he said, a little taken aback. “Let’s just keep that between us, okay?”

“My lips are sealed, Mr. Hotchner,” you said, keeping eye contact as you undid the straps, holding the top up with one hand as you lay back down. 

“Let me get you some more lemonade,” he muttered, getting up and quickly padding inside. 

You bit down a mischievous grin, knowing you were getting to him. If looking was all you could do, might as well make it more interesting. There was no harm in a little flirtation, either.

When he came back, you switched hands in order to get your glass from him. You smiled at him in appreciation, tilting your head back to look up at him. God, he was so tall. What the hell were you to do with so much man?

“Isn’t it crazy that we knew of each other from so many stories but never met before today?” You said as he sat back down.

“Well, I’ve heard you’re a busy girl. This is your first time home in a while, isn’t it?”

You nodded. “Gonna be spending some more time here, for sure.”

“That’ll be really nice. Hopefully, we’ll get to spend some of it together.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What’s that now? You like me already?”

“It’s hard not to.”

“I think I like you, too, Aaron.”

You smiled at each other for a moment, the tension between you on the brink of snapping. Your eyes kept being drawn to his lips. A spark of heat ignited low in your belly, and it was becoming harder not to pounce on him.

“I should probably shift onto my stomach, I need to even out my tan,” you said quickly, shifting over as gracefully as you could. Hopefully that way, you’d have a moment to collect yourself.

“Here, let me help you undo the back,” he offered, and you shot him a look that was both startled and exhilarated. “You said you wanted to even out your tan, right?”

You nodded, suppressing a gasp as you felt the last string holding up your top slide off.

“T-thank you,” you said.

“Anytime, sweetness. I’m gonna cool off in the pool if you wanna join me at any moment.”

You heard the water splashing and the small groan of relief that followed, which made you shiver. Of course, he knew what he was doing. He was not ignorant to the fact you were teasing him, and he figured two can play that game.

You were hyper-aware of his presence as you lay there, trying to keep still. Only a few minutes passed before you finally caved, your body’s instincts taking over.

He was swimming from one end of the pool to the other, fully submerged, so he didn’t see you sit at the edge and dip your legs in. Your arms were crossed over your chest, covering your breasts. You languidly kicked your legs in the water, watching his movements.

When he surfaced, he pushed his mop of dark hair back, blinking drops of water off his lashes. His movements ceased when his eyes fell on you.

“I was getting a little too hot,” you said, voice breathy and low.

“Well, no need to hide from me, darling girl,” he purred, wading just a little closer. “I promise I’m very well-behaved.”

You slowly uncrossed your arms, arching your back slightly and pushing out your chest. The coquettish smile on your face nearly unmade him then and there, but he held himself back. Letting you take control of the situation was quite titillating, and he wanted to see just how far you would take things.

He licked his lips. “There we go. What a gorgeous sight you are.”

You could basically feel your heartbeat in your pussy at that point.  You feared you might combust if he didn’t touch you soon.

“Don’t you want to come closer? I don’t bite.”

“I do,” he said, his smile taking on a lupine quality.

“Then I insist.”

He swam over, and you parted your legs so he could situate himself between them. Your hands landed on his broad shoulders, and you shuddered a little at the cool touch of his skin. 

Your nipples hardened, attracting his attention momentarily, and once more he licked his lips. 

“Are you sure?” He whispered. “You know we can’t tell another soul about this, right?”

You nodded eagerly. “You’ll find I’m very good at keeping secrets.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

Without further warning, he dove forward and captured one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue rolled around it as his fingers came up to tweak your other nipple. You couldn’t help the needy mewl that escaped you, back arching further.

“Kiss me,” you breathed, taking his face in your hands and bringing your lips to his.

The kiss was hungry, almost desperate, and he was still palming your breasts as his tongue tangled with yours. You moaned into his mouth, and the next thing you knew, he was pulling you in with him. You let out a little yelp of surprise, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He chuckled, moving to kiss your jaw. “Said you needed to cool off, right?”

“Jerk,” you teased, swatting his arm playfully.

His arms encircled you as he trailed open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest. His tongue lavished attention on your breasts once more, and soon enough you could feel an insistent bulge prodding at your clothed center.

“Oh, I’d really like to give you a hand with that,” you said, raking your fingers through his hair with one hand, the other reaching down to caress him through his swim trunks.

He sucked in a breath at the small touch, pulling back in order to nip at your bottom lip. 

“Then I guess we should take this outside, right away.”

He sat you back on the edge and pulled himself out of the pool. You wasted no time in discarding your bikini bottoms, toweling yourself off under his scrutinizing gaze. He did the same, and you pushed him onto a sunbed under the shade of an umbrella.

And since you were already not wasting time, you bent down to lick a long stripe up the underside of his cock, which lay hard against his abdomen. His hips bucked as you kissed the tip, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Fuck, you’re breathtaking,” he groaned, fingers grazing your cheek adoringly. “Simply irresistible. You could see the effect you had on me, hmm?”

You nodded, slightly rubbing your cheek against his hand in a silent plea. 

He smirked at this, twisting your ponytail around one hand and using the other one to feed his cock into your mouth. You hummed around him. He was so thick that you weren’t sure how much you’d be able to take, but you’d never been a quitter. 

The sounds he was making as you bobbed your head proved to be very efficient motivation, as well. You felt the head hit the back of your throat, but still, you kept going. His grip tightened each time he heard you gagging, but he kept relative control of his jutting hips.  

You reached between your legs to touch yourself, fingers easily slipping through your soaked folds. At the sight, something in him snapped.

“Come here, I want to taste you,” he urged, and you released him with a loud, obscene pop. “I need you to sit on my face right now.”

He pulled you up and you maneuvered to situate yourself atop his face, legs straddling his head. You hesitated, momentarily fearing you would suffocate him, but he pulled you down eagerly.

He devoured you like you were his last meal on earth. Your entire body tensed at the feeling of his tongue flicking and circling your clit. Your hips bucked, but his large hands were holding you down by your thighs. 

You reached back, palming his length as best as you could, stroking the head with the tips of your fingers. He thrusted into your grip, his deep moan vibrating against your cunt.

Pleasure was like a cresting wave, threatening to break. It made your body feel red hot as you neared the peak, but you wanted to hold off a little longer.

“A-Aaron… I’m-I’m gonna…” you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.

At this, he only doubled his efforts instead of releasing you. He sucked on your clit before his tongue dipped inside you, and you ground against his face desperately.

Your orgasm seized you, rippling throughout your entire being. You cried out, head thrown back and eyes fluttering shut. He let you ride it out, prolonging it a little with languid strokes of his tongue.

You were still trembling a little when he placed a kiss on your inner thigh, beaming up at you, eyes glazed over with desire and pride.

“You taste like absolute heaven,” he panted. “Such a sweet pussy.”

“Were you able to breathe?” You asked sheepishly, biting your lower lip.

“Oh, honey, even if I couldn’t, I would’ve died the happiest man on Earth,” he kissed your thigh once more, making you sigh. “Think you can take my cock, pretty girl? Or do you need a break?”

You nodded frantically, moving back so he could sit up and kiss you. You tasted yourself on his lips, instantly hooked. There was something about him that was making you feel wild and unrestrained, almost animalistic.

Had you ever wanted someone so badly before? No, not like this.

“Are you on birth control?” He asked between kisses.

“Yes! Please, just fuck me already. I can’t wait any longer.”

He flipped you onto your back, pushing your legs up to put you in a mating press. Breath escaped you as he slowly sank into you, letting you feel the entirety of his length. He kissed you slowly as he bottomed out, overwhelmingly deep inside you in the best way possible.

“That’s it, good girl,” he groaned into your mouth. “You take me so well.”

His strokes were long and deep, making you see stars. All coherence flew out the window as you lost yourself to the all-consuming feeling of him. 

He continued to murmur praises into your ear, kissing a spot right behind it that made you shudder. You sighed his name, gasping as he ground his pelvis against you.

“You keep sucking me back in, honey,” he grunted. “Are you close again?”

You whimpered in response, eyes heavy-lidded as you looked up at him. He kissed the tip of your nose, smiling fondly.

“Good, because I want you to come with me. Can you do that, sweet girl?”

“Fuck yes! Come inside me, please,” you begged as he picked up the pace, hips snapping against yours. “Oh, fuck… give it to me. Please, please, please.”

You tumbled over the edge a second time, clenching him hard. Your nails dug into his biceps as you cried out. He hissed through his teeth, muscles seizing up as he spilled inside of you. His last few strokes were sloppy and shallow as you both rode out your highs.

He leaned his sweaty forehead against yours as you both breathed hard. You looked at each other and chuckled, flush with endorphins and utter satisfaction. He kissed you once more and you knew it was a feeling you would never tire of.

“I’m really glad I stayed to keep an eye on you,” he said, bringing your legs down to a more comfortable position, still sheathed inside you. “If this was you being a good girl, I have to wonder how you are when you’re bad.”

You smirked deviously. “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

[themoontoyourshine]

What a way to care

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Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily x fem!Reader

Genre: Angst and smut

Words: 3.3k+

Warnings: SMUT (r receiving), swearing, dom Emily, overstimulation, arguing and shouting, spanking.

Summary: Emily and y/n had a complicated work relationship. Emily (her boss) doesn’t hide her distain for the younger woman. Every time she feels a sense of pride it seems her boss rips it away and labels it as not good enough.  

A/N- first Emily fic!

Y/n had been working at the BAU for a year, she’d grown immensely close to everyone, except one person. Emily Prentiss, the unit chief. For some reason the woman always gave her the cold shoulder and time after time dismissed her. The worst part of all was she didn’t try to hide it. 

She’d never outwardly done anything to annoy the older woman, nor had she undermined her authority in any shape or form. Usually y/n could take it on the nose and continue with her head held high. Unfortunately, enough was enough and she’d reached her limit during the current case they were working on. 

The raven-haired woman had taken it upon herself to shout at the young woman in front of the whole team. All she’d done was follow orders and went in behind the SWAT team, but apparently it was her fault she’d been shot at. 

It took JJ and Tara interfering for Emily to finally back off. Though before they came the argument got heated and it was the first-time y/n had raised her voice and sworn at her boss, it was safe to say, she’d lost all her composure. After getting patched up by the EMT’s, JJ drove y/n to the hotel and helped drop her stuff in her room. She reassured the blonde she was fine being alone and didn’t really want company. So, JJ reluctantly left. 

As she fell back onto the bed she admired the small bandage on her arm, thankfully the bullet only grazed her arm, though that didn’t seem to matter to Emily. 

“It doesn’t matter whether it was serious or not! You got shot and you need to be more fucking careful!” were the exact words the unit chief used. Y/n winced thinking about the harsh tone Emily used and the blame she irrefutably placed on her. 

She didn’t have a lot of time to process the conversation as three loud knocks came booming from her hotel door. Letting out a sigh she stood up and approached the peephole to see who had the audacity to annoy her now. Black hair came into view and y/n instinctively rolled her eyes. There was no way she had the energy for round two or suffer the consequences of their previous altercation. 

“Can this fucking wait till the morning Prentiss?” The words sassily slipped from her lips before she knew what she had even said. Her hand came up over her mouth as the realisation of what she’d said dawned on her. 

“I’m going to let that slip, just open the door y/l/n,” there was a small pause, “please.” 

Y/n was too taken back by the sudden pleasantry that she reached out to unlock the door, not bothering to open it herself. Emily opened the door and walked in as y/n made her way to the couch to sit down, zero effort was made to acknowledge the older woman who was now leaning against the wall in front of her. 

She started to play with a loose string on the sofa, finding it very intriguing all of a sudden. The silence was becoming uncomfortable, but she wasn’t about to say shit, not after the way Emily treated her. She was the one who wanted to come in for some reason, whatever that reason was she couldn’t care less. That was Emily’s problem. 

“About today…” Emily started. Y/n glared up at the older woman through her lashes, blank faced. She raised her eyebrows and blinked a couple times waiting for Emily to continue. “You shouldn’t have gone in like you did.” 

Y/n clenched her jaw, if this was going to happen, if Emily was going to repeat the same bullshit she pulled earlier, the young woman would be beyond pissed. The thought alone was causing her blood to boil. She flared her nostrils, and finally raised her head to fully give the woman all her attention. She made sure not to mask any emotions boiling to the surface like she usually did, because this would not be like the other times, she wouldn’t let it. 

Emily seemed a little taken back by the murderous look she was receiving, her body tensed, and she was fighting back the urge to go into defence mode. She knew she had to skip to the point, an apology was in order, whether or not she wanted to apologise was another issue entirely. JJ and Tara had hammered it into her head she was out of order, no matter how frustrated she got, she had no right to take it out on y/n. 

The young woman remained quiet, refusing to open her mouth. It seemed like Emily was baiting her and she wasn’t having any of it. Emily knew this too and it was driving her crazy, the look she was receiving wasn’t enough, she’d tried to deny it, but the fire she saw in y/n earlier had ignited something in her and she wanted to feel it again. Though it seemed she’d have to settle and get the apology out of the way. 

“I’m sorry okay?” she spat out, it wasn’t aggressive but it most certainly was not heartfelt or touching. It was empty and forced and both women knew it. 

Y/n shot up to her feet, the pathetic excuse of an apology enraged her, anger coursed through her veins, and she didn’t have the willpower to hold back any longer. 

“Are you fucking joking?” the younger woman’s face was contorted, her eyebrows furrowed as she seethed through her teeth. “You’re ‘sorry’? For what Emily? Treating me like shit, or embarrassing me in front of the team, or wait maybe making me feel small every opportunity you have? Please elaborate I’m dying to know?” her voice was dripping with sarcasm and pure unfiltered rage. 

At first Emily was shocked, but slowly the feelings from earlier arose once again and a smirk crept onto her face, only further angering the y/n. 

“You think this is fucking funny? If this is your attempt at an apology you can just leave.” Tears were springing to life in her eyes as she began to walk to the door. It was then she felt a hand on her arm, preventing her from moving any further. She turned back around, and their eyes met, y/n looked into Emily’s chocolate brown eyes and watched as they softened. 

The hand relaxed a little but stayed on y/n’s upper arm, near her bandage, Emily’s other hand came to her face, a finger wiped away a stray tear on her cheek. She felt her whole body relax and tingle, a weird sensation came from where Emily’s hand was. Not knowing what the hell was happening to her, she shrugged off the hand on her arm and stepped away from the older woman. 

“I said you can leave.” She stood her ground; it was her way or the highway. If Emily was going to apologise it would be done right or not at all. 

Emily clenched her jaw and took a deep breath in and out of her nose, squaring her shoulders. She locked her eyes firmly onto y/n. 

“You’re right, I’ve treated you differently. Yes, I’ve been harsh but it was for your own go-” she was cut off before she could continue. 

“For my own good?” her voice was a little louder than expected, unfortunately for everyone else in the hotel she could give less of a shit. “Come on let’s stop pretending, you hate me Prentiss. How is you treating me like shit and giving me hell, for my own good?” 

Emily visibly flinched at the statement, of course she knew she was a little harder on y/n but hate? Had she let it get that far that that’s what the young woman thought. 

She stepped forward so there was now a small amount of space between the two of them, “I don’t hate you y/n.” she said sighing. “I push you because I know you can do more, because you hold yourself back. What happened today was too much and I’m sorry. I just don’t want to see anything happen to you and today, today you came close.” Her voice got quieter, and the last sentence could have easily been missed. 

Both women seemed taken back by the honestly displayed. The atmosphere in the room quickly changed, all that could be heard were the light breaths from y/n and Emily. The arguing seemed to have exerted them more than they knew as they both tried to steady their breathing. 

Their eyes frantically searched one another’s, y/n was looking to find any hint of dishonesty, she couldn’t tell whether she was relieved, happy or angry to only discover sincerity held in the brown iris’s. 

“Why-why do you care?” it came out in barely a whisper, Emily heard, nonetheless. Taking a step forward again she closed the space between the two and rested her hands on the younger woman’s waist. Y/n felt her breath catch in her throat, unsure how to feel about the sudden tender contact. Not being able to take the feeling of Emily’s eyes burning into her she looked at the floor, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. 

When a hand was removed from her waist, she couldn’t help but miss the contact, that was until the hand seemingly found its way to her chin. Light pressure was applied as Emily lifted her head to meet her gaze once again. 

“Why do you think y/n?” she breathed out. 

There was nothing to be said, at least nothing y/n could think of. If she was honest with herself, she had no idea why Emily would care. This whole situation was rendering her speechless; a couple hours ago she was convinced her boss hated her and was out to get her. But now, now things were unclear, and it seemed she had read the whole situation wrong. In some weird fucked up way Emily wanted the best for her. To make sure she excelled at her job and made no mistakes, it was a way of keeping her safe on the job. What it was, was confusing as hell. 

She let herself fully relax into the older woman, “You’re confusing as hell Prentiss.” She said helplessly. 

Emily pulled her in closer so y/n could rest her head against hers. “I barely understand myself sometimes. All I know is seeing you today, not knowing what happened after the shots were fired, it scared me. Maybe I haven’t shown it in the best way, but I do care.”

“You, Emily Prentiss, have a really fucked up way of showing you care.” Y/n smirked playfully, that’s when she felt her ass being spanked. Pain coursed through her veins, and she half whimpered half moaned at the contact, pain quickly subsided into waves of pleasure. 

Emily cocked an eyebrow. “You shouldn’t swear. It doesn’t suit you.” She tightly gripped y/n’s waist with both hands and started walking forward, forcing her to back up towards the bed. “Maybe I need to teach you another lesson?”

The older woman smiled victoriously when y/n began to slowly nod, the submission she displayed was turning her on and she needed more, to see her underneath her, to see her begging. Y/n felt the back of her knees hit the bed, but the pushing didn’t halt causing her to fall back onto the bed. Emily subsequently climbed on top of her as the two moved further up the bed. 

Looking into the eyes of her boss, y/n saw the brown of Emily’s eyes were almost eclipsed by the blacks of her pupils, her eyes were filled with pure lust and wanting. Both set of eyes darted between lips and eyes, y/n felt her tongue slip out of her mouth to wet her lips that were suddenly receiving so much attention. The two hands on either side of her head now bent and she felt soft black hair tickle her exposed shoulders. 

Lips came crashing on hers, the kiss was far from soft and was quickly becoming more and more heated as they both started fighting for control. Hands were felt on Emily’s waist pulling her body closer to y/n’s, which she allowed. Y/n’s felt teeth lightly grip her bottom lip and let a soft moan out. 

Emily took this opportunity to slip her tongue through the parted lips, swirling it around and tracing the roof of the young woman’s mouth. Y/n’s hands came up from Emily’s waist to fiddle with her blouse buttons.

Emily pulled her lips away sensing the frustration building up in the woman under her. She pulled the shirt over her head and lowered herself back down, this time her lips connected with the soft skin of y/n’s neck. She ran her tongue along the area, kissing and nibbling, stopping when one area seemed to have more of an effect. 

Y/n’s neck arched, her head pressing into the pillow under her as Emily nibbled and sucked on her sweet spot, not for a second caring if she left a mark. Her soul focus was revelling in the pleasure coursing through her veins and pulsating between her thighs. 

A hand was removed from beside her head and began to play with the hem of her tank top, which she quickly pulled off. When the lips were removed from her neck, she couldn’t help but drink up the view of Emily straddling her in only a bra and jeans. 

Hands ran up and down the raven-haired woman’s torso and y/n slipped a hand under her lacy black bra, cupping one of her breasts in her hands, tenderly fondling it. She locked her lips onto Emily’s exposed neck and kissed down to her chest, moving her other hand to the back of the bra and easily unclasping it and taking a hardened nipple into her mouth. 

She was harshly pushed back onto the bed as her bra was yanked over her head and thrown somewhere on the hotel floor. She felt her trousers being taken off and raised her hips to assist, a breath of warm air was felt by her ear as she heard Emily whisper “Good girl.” 

Y/n laid there exposed in only her underwear, everything was telling her to cover herself, but she did nothing of such, the want for Emily to see all of her was overpowering. She found her hands on the buckle to Emily’s off centred belt and she began fumbling to take it off. The second the belt was taken off, y/n got to work on Emily’s jeans. 

Within seconds of the jeans being flung somewhere in the room, Emily was back on top of y/n pinning her arms down over her head. The feeling of Emily’s soft skin brushing directly against her own sent sparks flying through ever nerve in her body. 

Lips pressed against one of y/n’s nipples taking the bud into her mouth sucking and teething lightly. The heat growing between y/n's legs was becoming unbearable and she was ready to beg for more but didn’t want to give in just yet. 

The moment she felt a knee between her legs, the younger woman began to grind against it needed some release. She felt Emily smirk against her nipple, “patience.” She purred. 

She removed her hands from y/n and slowly kissed down her stomach until she reached her panties, gripping onto them with her teeth, she tugged them down. The young woman looks down to see Emily coming face to face with her dripping cunt, she watched as her boss’s lip wedged itself between her teeth hungrily. 

One finger ran through her folds causing her hips to buck up at the contact, she wanted more. “Please.”

“Say it again.”

“Please.”

The finger moved up to her clit but teasingly moved away causing y/n to become more and more frustrated. 

“Say my name.”

“Please Emily.” 

And with that, two fingers plunged into her and she moaned out Emily’s name without quite realising what she’d said. But hearing her name fall from y/n’s lips only incentivized Emily. She brought her lips to y/n’s clit and began to move her tongue in circular motions, alternating between sucking, nibbling and licking. 

The immense pleasure y/n felt surging through her veins was immeasurable and overwhelming, but she relished every second of it. Just when she thought she could stay quiet the fingers inside her curled and pumped harder and faster continuously hitting her g spot over and over. 

“Oh fuck Emily.” She half moaned half screamed out. 

The fingers stopped pumping as fast and y/n could have cried out for more, that was before a slap came full force to her ass, causing her to yelp out. 

“Don’t swear.” Emily mumbled against her clit. 

“I won’t, I’m sorry, please don’t stop.” y/n begged, and it was music to the raven-haired woman’s ears. She picked her pace back up and the feeling of being at Emily’s will was pushing y/n closer and closer to her orgasm. Her body was convulsing as pleasure pulsated through her veins. 

Continuous moans passed through her lips progressively getting louder the closer she got to her sweet release. The expert tongue on her clit got faster and faster. When Emily trusts got even harder y/n felt herself fall apart, her legs began to shake uncontrollably. Her whole body convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over her whole body and she cried out in ecstasy. 

“Emily, Emily, EMILY.” 

But she didn’t stop, Emily kept her unrelenting pace and y/n was fighting against her whole body as she felt a second orgasm coming despite not being finished with her first. She grabbed a fistful of Emily’s dark hair not sure whether she was pulling her away or pushing her to keep going. The only thing she knew was she was putty in Emily’s hands, or in this case fingers and they weren’t going to stop until she was spent. 

At this point volume control was thrown out the window as y/n was screaming out gibberish, her moans could most likely be heard from outside the hotel room but neither women cared.

The tightening grip on her hair only motivated Emily to keep going as her jaw became sore and her fingers were stiff. 

It all paid off when y/n’s back arched off the bed, her walls gripped Emily’s fingers and a throaty groan was heard from all corners of the room. Emily slowed down until she felt y/n dug her away, even the smallest touch would have sent her into a third unprovoked orgasm and y/n felt like she may pass out if that happened.

She picked her head up to see Emily wiping her mouth with the back of her hand smirking as she took in the sight of y/n laid on the bed completely exhausted, trying to catch her breath.

Y/n saw the lust in those darkened eyes, she wanted to give her more and more, but stars appeared in her vision, and she couldn’t stop her legs from shaking. Just the feel of Emily's drenched fingers sliding out of her caused her to whimper.

Emily kissed her way back up to y/n’s lips and laid the softest kiss on the swollen lips, laying herself next to her she moved pieces of stray hairs away from y/n’s sweaty forehead and used her other hand to run fingers up and down the young woman’s stomach. 

Instinctively y/n closed her eyes and hummed into the comfort of Emily’s touch. When she opened her eyes and tried to sit up, Emily pushed her back down and she shot her a confused look. 

“It’s your turn.” She tiredly pleaded. 

Emily wrapped her arm around y/n’s shoulder and pulled her in, her head now lying on her exposed chest. She placed a soft kiss to her forehead and started tracing shapes onto her back whilst y/n did the same on her chest. 

And that’s how they fell asleep, wrapped into each other and somewhere between falling asleep one phrase fell from y/n’s lips. “You, Emily Prentiss, have a really fucked up way of showing you care, but I’m glad you do.” 

[themoontoyourshine]

Love Sense

Aaron Hotchner x NonBAU fem!reader

Summary: Aaron is away on a case for your first Valentine’s day as a couple, and he surprises you with a gift.

Warnings: None really, flufffffffff, there will probably be mistakes sorry

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Hiiii Hotch girlies, allow me to enter your space. I’ve been wanting to write something for Aaron for a while, but as usual I don’t ever finish anything and that leads me to not even start sometimes. BUT I saw a tiktok where a girl got a similar gift to the one reader gets here, which lead me to this. Let me know what you think, see you on the other side 🫡

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You hadn’t predicted that you would be spending your first Valentine’s day in a very long time with a partner… alone in your apartment.

You were very aware, since before the two of you were officially in a relationship, that Aaron’s job was demanding of his time, and you respected that. He worked very hard, and put a lot of himself into his job. He saved lives every single day, and you were so proud of him. You only wished that he was home for Valentine’s day. You felt selfish at the thought, but knew you had a gift for him waiting when he got home, whenever that may be.

Speaking of, your phone chimed as soon as your Keurig began dispensing your coffee. As you looked down, you saw that the message was from Aaron.

Your heart skipped and the waiting message, assuming and hoping that it was a loving holiday wish.

Aaron: Check your front porch.

You raised your eyebrows as your heart rate quickened with anticipation. As your coffee finished brewing, you took a few quick steps to the door and opened it, revealing a huge vase full of red roses and a gift bag. You also noticed the card taped to the front of the vase with your name on it.

Picking up the gifts, practically skipping back inside, you closed the door and set the flowers on the counter. Taking a quick selfie next to the roses and holding your gift, you sent it in response.

Y/N: Seems I’ve got a secret admirer.

Aaron: Ask Jess, I know nothing.

Aaron: Kidding. Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart. I wish I could spend it with you. I promise I will make it up to you. And, you look beautiful as always.

You felt yourself beginning to get emotional reading the last message, feeling guilty for not thinking to send his gift with one of his team members when they left for the case.

Y/N: Sorry that you have to wait for your Valentine’s gift. You don’t have to make up anything. It’s incredible that you even thought to have Jess drop this off for me. You are too sweet, Hotchner.

Aaron: Only for you. See you soon, hopefully. I will keep you posted. Enjoy your day.

Sending a quick response and making sure to tell him to be careful as always, you took a deep inhale near the roses, taking in the sweet fresh scent. You couldn’t wait, practically ripping the card open. The front was a beautiful velvet textured photo of a rose, and the inside had no print. However, the message in Aaron’s signature block lettering was much nicer.

“My Dear Y/N,

Happy Valentine’s Day. It’s just my luck that I get called away during our first Valentine’s day, and I’m so sorry. I promise I will make it up to you when I get back, in as many ways as you’ll let me.

Speaking of, I know we haven’t been together for too long just yet, but I want you to know that I care about you and I feel very lucky to have a woman like you in my life. I hope that you know how I feel. You overwhelm my senses in a way that I have never felt before, and I mean that. I hope you enjoy your day even though we can’t spend it together.

See you soon, sweetheart.

Aaron”

The heartfelt intent in his message was clear and genuine, and it made your chest feel warm. You felt just as lucky to have this amazing man in your life. Neither of you had said ‘I love you’ yet, and you knew he wanted to take things slowly in that regard, but the fact that he had written, “our first Valentine’s day” was a clear indicator to you that he was serious about moving forward in your relationship, and you couldn’t wait to see what the future held. As you took out some of the white and pink tissue paper, you noticed a few things wrapped in the same paper inside the bag. You took out the first one you could grab, and noticed a small index-like card taped to it.

“Smell”

Your eyebrows crinkled with curiosity reading the script on the card. Smell? You peaked inside the bag, moving some more tissue to the side and noticed another visible card that read, “Taste”.

He coordinated gifts to each of the five senses.

As realization began setting in, you smiled softly thinking about how he must have spent time trying to find things you liked, or thought you might, to go with each sense. Also, five gifts? You wondered if this was typical of men like Aaron, or if you were just truly that lucky. Your smile didn’t fade as you turned the card in your hand over to read the reverse side.

“I can’t stop dreaming of your perfume, which made it very easy for me to find.”

Before the butterflies made you swoon completely, you gently tore open the tissue paper to reveal a good sized bottle of your not-so-cheap perfume, one of the only things you’d mentioned to Aaron that you allowed yourself to splurge on when he complimented it, you think, on your first date. The memory was fond, and you could barely believe he remembered it.

Your smile was bigger now as you reached into the bag to pull out the next gift, the one you’d already seen, “Taste”. You flipped the card over to read the message.

“I know we can’t exactly have dinner together while I’m away, but I can at least buy dinner for you.”

This package was much smaller and thin, so much so that you wouldn’t have known it was a gift if the label wasn’t taped to it. As you tore the paper, a gift card for Doordash fell into your hands. This one made you chuckle and shake your head. Even as he’s miles away from you, he’s making sure that he gets to treat you. In the 6 or so months that you’d been together, he always made a point to treat you in some way, even if you were stubborn enough to convince him to buy dinner or split a bill. You set the gift card aside, contemplating what you might order yourself for dinner tonight as you reached in and grabbed one of the larger gifts.

“Touch”

Before flipping the card over, you noticed the fact that although it was one of the biggest gifts, it was quite light. Turning the card to the reverse side, you read, “Alright, this one might be just as much for my sense of touch as it is yours. I hope you’ll enjoy it all the same, I know I will.”

Excitement struck in your stomach as you still carefully tore the pink tissue paper to reveal a gorgeous set of silk and lace lingerie. The color was gorgeous, a deep sage green, and you knew it would compliment your skin tone and the few tattoos you had. The top had a bodice shape, though it was soft and lacy. There was a silky soft robe to pair with it, also a garter set and g-string. This is the first moment so far that you are grateful Aaron isn’t in the room with you, because your face is a deep red and your jaw is on the floor.

You and Aaron had been pretty physical from the beginning of your relationship, you loved how giving he was and how he always made sure to satisfy you in the best ways. You hadn’t really had the attention from a man before in the same way as with Aaron. You attributed it to his age and experience, but learned over time that he was just an excellent lover. He listened to you and your body, he learned what you liked and didn’t, and you’ve had some of the best sex of your life in his bed. He knows that you have some deep rooted hard-to-shake insecurities, and he is always complimentary both intimately and casually. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction when you wear this set for him when he comes home.

The next gift was labeled “Hearing”. This was a sizable box, you noticed as you turned the card over. “Hopefully these won’t bother your ears as much as what you have. I have a feeling they won’t. I hope the first thing you use them for is to listen to the Beatles.”

Headphones. It couldn’t be…

You tore the paper excitedly and you were met with a box with very new and very expensive over-the-ear headphones. You actually squealed at the sight, another item in green, and something you seriously needed but could never spend the money on yourself. You had mentioned once on a run with Aaron that you couldn’t wear your earbuds as long as you’d like to because after a while they bothered your ears. You knew he was attentive and always listening and learning about you, it was still technically early in your relationship even now, but you were pretty blown away at the fact that he was putting in this much effort.

Part of you felt a twinge of guilt, maybe you didn’t deserve this. You had never been spoiled before, and you didn’t want to take advantage of having a boyfriend that was well off. However, you are typically stubborn about him spending money on you, so you guessed this was a chance he took to splurge for you. You were already dreaming of the ways you would repay him, probably while wearing your new lingerie. Shaking your head at that thought, you set the headphones down next to the vase.

Knowing there was one last gift, “Sight”, you reached in and pulled out the final card-shaped gift that was sat at the bottom of the bag. On the reverse side of the card, you read, “I can’t wait to share this experience with you.”

You noticed it was only a few sheets of folded paper that the card was taped to, and you unfolded to see a screenshot of what appeared to be an AirBnB booking for this coming weekend as well as a photo of Niagara Falls. The paper folded underneath was a flight confirmation.

You couldn’t hold back your tears as your mouth fell agape. A few weeks ago, Aaron had been called away on a case near the falls in New York. You had told him that when you were young, your mom bought you a few books about different locations in the United States, Niagara Falls being one of them. In the book, it mentioned the Canadian and American sides of the falls, and you’d never gotten the chance to visit either. You knew, you told him, that the Canadian side was the better side and that you hoped to visit it one day, you just hadn’t gotten around to it.

Setting the papers down and looking around at the countertop surface adorned with gifts and crumpled tissue paper, you were so full of joy and disbelief. Growing up, you’d thought this kind of thing only happened to girls in movies and books, but here you were feeling so special that it was hard to believe and feel like you deserved it.

You couldn’t wait to call Aaron, but you cautioned yourself that he was working, so a short text would have to do for now.

Y/N: Aaron… I don’t even know what to say. I don’t deserve you. I can’t believe how thoughtful you are. I am so lucky. I can’t wait to see you.

Fighting the urge at this point to end a text with “I love you” was getting difficult, but you knew especially given Aaron’s past that you had to leave that first step to him, no matter what you felt. You must’ve caught him at a good time, because his response was almost immediate.

Aaron: You deserve all of it and more, honey. I can’t wait for this weekend. Hopefully I will be home by tomorrow night or the next morning. I will call you later, okay?

Y/N: Sounds good. Please be safe, talk to you later. Try to enjoy your Valentine’s day (:

Setting your phone down, you sighed contently, completely forgetting about your now cold cup of coffee, dreaming about your upcoming weekend with the man you love.

[themoontoyourshine]

finding out about jj's confession

of course the one day you decide to take a day off, your best friend confesses her love for your husband

bau!reader x husband!spencer reid

warnings: emotional cheating (kinda), fighting (kinda)

spencer didn’t tell you about what had happened that day. once he got home he wanted to forget the whole thing ever happened, so he wouldn’t have to think about choosing between waiting on jj and loving his wife.

"hey." was all he said as he walked into your shared home, hanging his satchel on the coat rack and heading straight for the bedroom, all without making any eye contact with you.

this was odd for him, as he usually greets you with a hug and kiss once he gets home and would sit with you and talk for upwards of 20 minutes before you decide to go to bed. but you just assumed it was a tough case that reminded him of you in some way, which was often the case.

it had been almost half an hour since he went into the bedroom and you were growing concerned. what could he be doing that's taking so much time. giving up on waiting, you decided to head to bed to find him already dead asleep on the bed.

the next day, he continued with the same odd behavior. all you got that morning was a "good morning" before he walked out to the kitchen as opposed to the usual forehead kiss, back hug, and cuddle.

you were about to confront him about the odd behavior when you got a call from penelope.

"hello?" penelope started frantically ranting about jj and spencer until you had to tell her to slow down. "jj said she was in love with reid. now i don't know the legitimacy of her statement because they were in a hostage situation but i talked to spencer and he was panicking saying he didn't know who to choose, i'm sorry." your heart dropped.

"um. ok, thanks for letting me know." hanging up, you paced in the bedroom for a bit thinking about what had happened.

he said he didn't love her anymore.

he said that the feelings were only temporary.

he said he loved you.

she promised she didn't like him that way.

you were too caught up in your thoughts to notice spencer walking into the room asking what was wrong. "when were you going to tell me?" you ask, assuming he knows exactly what you're talking about.

"what do you mean?" is all he says. "you know exactly what i mean spencer, jj saying she loves you? then you go to penelope saying you don't know who to choose? how about.. i don't know, your wife." he stays silent and just looks at the floor.

"say something." again, he just stares at the floor. "come on spencer don't go silent on me now. what the hell happened?"

finally, he looks into your eyes. "i'm sorry." is all he says.

"sorry doesn't do anything right now. did you mean what you said? about not knowing who to choose?" sitting down on the bed he simply looks up at you. "i don't know."

[themoontoyourshine]

A/N: There’s a trend on tiktok where men are saying how after they started… uh… doing hardcore cunnilingus… their beards started to turn orange. so…. bearded spencer with a girlfriend he likes to treat right?

cw: slightly NSFW, not recommended for minors!

Spencer is a man you could describe as “raggedy”. Hair always dishelved, tie slightly crooked, pants that don’t ever quite fit him as they should. You never cared, and neither did he, because everything else made up for it. Your boyfriend was hot, and after he decided to let his beard grow a bit, he was hotter, if possible.

Of course, using your girlfriend privileges, meant you got to use his new attractiveness to your convenience, and boy, was it going great. People at the office began to notice him being more relaxed and even focused. They had started to pay closer attention to Spencer and how his demeanor changed. Sure, they didn’t exactly know what you did to him, and no one dared to ask, but they were sure it had to be sexual in nature. No one could be that happy out of the blue.

It wasn’t until one day where  Luke noticed something a little off about his friend that the conversation finally arose. “Whoa, whoa, slow down Reid.” he said, his hand pressing against the doctor’s chest to stop him from walking any futher. JJ, Tara, and Penelope, who was visiting the bullpen, gathered around them with curiosity.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked, confusion written all over his face.

“What’s that on your beard?” Luke teased with a bright and playful smile.

“What’s what on my beard?” Spencer continued to be unable to understand the situation around him. However, he noticed how his female coworkers seemed to lean closer, trying to get a detailed look of his face.

Without much space for them to move, due to Spencer having a file on his hands, Luke decided to open a wide path and removed the document from him.

“You’re right, Luke,” JJ started to observe “it kind of looks like orange hairs on his beard?”

“You gotta have that looked at, boy genius, could be a bad sign.” Penelope made a concerned remak.

“Could be because of the stress” Tara added.

“Nah!” Luke blurted out with a loud laugh “If anything, it’s just proof that he’s less stressed, or rather, that that girlfriend of his is way less stressed.” he continued to chuckle as he spoke.

“How do you mean?” Reid asked, still unsure of the insinuation his friend was making.

“Did you know, ladies, that vaginal PH can bleach almost anything? from underwear to facial hair if the exposure is constant enough.” he made sure to stare right into Spencer’s eyes as he spoke, the smug, cheeky smile never leaving his face.

There was a collective and teasing ‘ooooooooh’ coming out from every girl around him, and Spencer could feel how the red tint began to spread from the base of his neck towards his face.

“That’s my girl, always putting herself first!” Tara exclaimed with a laugh of her own.

“I didn’t know you had it in you, Spence, good for you.” JJ added as she squeezed her friend’s arm.

“She’s so lucky.” Penelope grunted.

Luke’s shitty grin disappeared from his face the moment Reid laid sharp daggers on him coming directly from his eyes. His hands darted to aggressively snatch the file back from his partner’s “Decoloration of the facial hair can be due to genetic mutations or overexposure to the sun, so get your facts straight before you start talking nonsense.” he said with a clearly pissed-off tone before he bolted off somewhere else.

Behind him he could still hear laughs and giggles, and they didn’t help the still present crimson color of his face. His anger hadn’t been because they were disrespecting you, you were well aware they could tease you like that, but rather because he felt seen through. Regardless of the wrong hypotesis, Luke had been correct. Ever since he grew out his beard, he was kept on a fluid-based diet. Your fluids, mostly.

[themoontoyourshine]

The idea of Hotch as a sugar daddy has me absolutely feral so I wrote a lil somethin' somethin' today

I'm not sure if I should turn it into a full blown fic... thoughts? 👀

Suggestive content under the cut! ❤️‍🔥

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English has always been your favorite subject. There’s something magical about the way twenty-six letters woven together in just the right combination can have a story coming to life, painting a picture behind your eyelids as your brain processes the lines on the page before you. It’s why you applied for graduate school as an English major.

But if your professor uses the phrase duality of man one more time, you might just blow your brains out.

You find yourself doodling random patterns in the corner of your notebook as your thoughts drift to a certain brooding brunette who would likely have much to say about Dostoevsky’s protagonist.

The unsub is a white male, twenty to thirty years old, with narcissistic personality disorder who struggles to reconcile his mediocre place in society with what he believes to be an above-average intelligence.

Your phone buzzing on the desk beside you breaks you out of your reverie, and you flip it over to see a notification from your bank. A grin threatens to split your face in half as you open your messaging app and scroll down to AH 🖤.

Were your ears ringing? I was just thinking about you 😍

Before you have a chance to lock your phone, the speech bubble pops up and taunts you with its three flashing dots. It disappears, reappears, and then your phone buzzes once more.

I know you have class. Pay attention.

Says the guy who just distracted me with a nice little pre-weekend deposit

Is that your way of saying thank you, brat?

You feel a familiar heat prickling the back of your neck and take a quick look around to make sure your classmates are focused on the lecture. Hiding your phone in your lap, you hunt through recent pictures until you find a specific photo: a shot of your body from the neck down, clad in a lacy red set that barely counts as underwear. Attaching the image to your text, you shoot back a response.

No Daddy... THIS is 🥰

Shuffling from all around you alerts you to the fact that class has mercifully ended, and you stand to gather your things, slipping your phone into the back pocket of your jeans. You make plans to meet up with a classmate at a coffee shop on Sunday to peer edit each other’s final papers for the course, then start your trek to the parking lot. As you approach your car, your phone begins vibrating incessantly and you tuck it between your ear and shoulder after accepting the call. “House of Hotchner’s whores, how may I serve you today?”

You receive an exasperated sigh in response, but you can hear the grin behind it. “What if it wasn’t me on the other end, hm?”

Climbing into the driver’s seat, you give your phone a moment to connect to the Bluetooth system before firing back, “No one else calls me, old man.”

“This old man can easily revoke the allowance he just gave you.” He speaks in a low murmur, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s making this illicit call from his office.

“Wow,” you laugh warmly, “you just went from Daddy to Dad in record time.”

“Please, for both of our sakes, don’t ever say that again.” Another laugh punches out of you and you relent, “Deal.” Then, after a beat, “Are you still coming over tonight?”

He sighs again, this time with true remorse. “No, angel, I’m sorry. We just got a case out in LA.”

“Alright, go save the world, Mister Unit Chief,” you tease. “I’ll do the hard work of keeping you entertained while you’re gone.”

His voice drops even lower, now tinged with a gruffness that sends a bolt of heat through your body. “Thank you, Princess. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“I know you will,” you purr, knowing that the longer wait will make your reunion all the more satisfying. “Be safe.”

“Always.” You go to hang up the phone but pause when you hear him take a breath. “Princess?”

“Hm?”

“Get something purple this time.”

[themoontoyourshine]

comfort

pairing: dbf!hotch x fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

cw: smut, dbf!hotch, period sex, fluff to smut to fluff, mention of cramps, 18+ONLY, MDNI

You should’ve known your dad would send him over. You really should’ve with the relationship you have with them both.

Your father hated leaving you alone, and when you’d gotten your period that morning and told him you were in a lot of pain, you really should’ve expected Aaron to be coming over when he was finished with work.

You had transformed the living room to a sort of blanket fort, old disney movies playing on the tv as you laid in your fluffiest pyjamas under the heavy duvet.

“Angel,” Aaron calls and you tip your head back, brows pulled quizzically.

“Did dad send you? ‘Cause I told him I’d be fine.”

Aaron toes his shoes off and drapes his jacket over the back of the sofa.

“He did say to come check on you, said you’d been having bad cramps.”

You’d known Aaron long enough that this kind of talk didn’t bother you, plus you were a grown woman, period talk no longer seemed as uncomfortable as it did when you were younger.

“I was, got my hot water bottle though, and chocolate.” you show Aaron the half finished block of chocolate, he laughs at how little remains.

“Good, I’m staying the night.” he admits and you smile wide and then temper it.

“You’re as bad as he is, I’m a big girl.” it’s teasing enough that Aaron rolls his eyes and hums.

You’d said the same thing a week ago when Aaron had been gone and you’d made yourself come on the phone with him.

If your dad knew that, he wouldn’t be too keen on sending Aaron to check up on you- but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“Are you? You’re sat watching Sleeping Beauty.” you hide your face in your covers and Aaron chuckles. He pulls your shoulders so you’re laying in his lap, Aaron’s hands rubbing through your hair as the movie plays on.

About halfway through, your water bottle ran cold and your cramps were almost demonic in their pressure.

There wasn’t much Aaron could do, but he tried to get your mind off the pain.

“Want me to refill it?” he asks softly, feeling your tears hit his dress pants.

“Please, I really can’t move.” he’s no stranger to how debilitating they’d gotten as you’d aged, Aaron remembers a couple months back when he’d carried you to the hospital because the pain seemed never to cease.

When he came back, you were putting on another movie, wiping your tears and sniffling.

“Here,” you took the bottle with a grateful smile, setting it on your stomach with a pleased sigh.

Aaron had meant to bring up another solution, a solution you’d both tried a couple times when you were alone like this.

He just wasn’t sure if you were up to it and despite how much it had helped, Aaron wouldn’t bring it up when you hadn’t even hinted.

You’d been thinking of it though, your mind running to how Aaron had helped you last month when your cramps had been awful and overwhelming.

You were halfway through Cinderella when Aaron had undone his shirt and patted your head, “I’m gonna go shower angel, I’ll be twenty minutes.”

“No,” you mumble, holding his hand making him pause. “Not yet. I want to try the thing,” you admit and sit up.

“Sweetheart,” you crawl into his lap then and Aaron sighs, holding you close to his chest. “What thing?”

Maybe it was a little mean to make you say it when Aaron knew what you wanted.

But he’d always been just that little bit mean enough to make your belly churn with excitement every time.

You rock your hips into his, groaning softly at the friction.

“Can we do what we did last time?” you ask and Aaron tilts your chin upwards, eyes peering into yours.

“You sure?” he needs you to be, as much as there’s attraction between the two of you, Aaron sometimes needs the reassurance that this, with him, is what you want.

It always will be, if you’re honest with yourself.

“Mhm, please Aaron.” he keeps you in his arms are he bounds the stairs to your bedroom, reaching for your towel and laying it on the bed before setting you atop it.

“You have to be patient.” he instructs gently, brushing your hair from your face before going to get the bin from your bathroom.

“They’re starting to hurt again,” you whine, and Aaron feels horribly about it, but he needs you to be comfortable above all else when this starts.

He sets a bottle of castor oil and peppermint oil on your bedside table before standing before you again.

“I’m gonna make it better okay, sunshine?” you nod, lifting your hips to help Aaron drag your shorts off along with your underwear.

“It’s gonna pinch a little remember?” He spreads your legs and finds your clit to distract you.

“Please Aaron,” you beg and he lines up with your entrance, pushing in slowly as he rubs at your clit, watching with pride as your body leans into his touch. “So good.”

Aaron moved slow, his body hovering over yours as he pushed into you, dragging pleasure from your body easily.

His lips kiss at your cheeks, jaw and temple, soft sweet words whispered into your skin.

“Fuck I’m getting close,” you cry, hands clawing at Aaron’s back as he focuses on rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Aaron, Aaron.”

His name is a pretty chant along with soft swears and cries of pleasure.

When you do come, Aaron stills, letting you soak his cock, groaning when your cunt becomes impossibly tighter around him.

“God, baby, you’re gonna make me come in you.” he whispers, hips snapping into yours once more. There’s something to tell of his precision and care even while he chases his own release.

“Please Aaron, I want it,” you do, you want it terribly. Your hands cup his cheeks as he spears into you, his pelvis brushing your clit with each thrust making you whine and squeal.

“Please come in me,” you beg, leaning upwards to lick at Aaron’s mouth, teeth nibbling on his lip, dragging his bottom lip into your mouth. “Please fill me up.”

Aaron’s hips buck and he claims your lips with a harsh, “Fuck you’re so good to me.”

He fills you up, and rubs your clit just a little to pull another orgasm from you because he could.

His nose nudges along your cheek as you both come down from your highs.

“Better?” he asks, large palms stroking at your cheek and jaw.

“So much,” you groan as he pulls out of you, using the towel to clean you up a little before helping you sit up. “Thank you.”

You lean in for a kiss that Aaron is more than happy to grant, hand leading your jaw as he deepens the kiss.

“You’re more than welcome, sunshine,” Aaron speaks the words to your lips and then pulls away, “Ready to shower now?”

Aaron is gentle as he showers with you, not letting you lift a finger to help him as he opts for your lavender shower gel rather than your usual oat and honey scent.

“C’mon angel, now isn’t time to be shy.” he says as you try to discreetly get your pad on.

“Shush,” you say, your hair hiding your cheeks as you bite your lip.

Aaron laughs at how whiny your voice sounds.

“Can we go back down? I want to finish Cinderella, and I wanna watch Anastasia after.”

Aaron chuckles as he slips into his forgotten pair of boxers from your last weekend together.

“Of course, we can order something to eat too. And maybe that giant chocolate chip cookie thing.”

You put on another pair of fluffy pyjamas and when you reach for your hair, Aaron lowers your hands and reach for the strands himself.

“Maybe?” you tip your chin backward and give Aaron a sad pout.

“Stop that,” he mutters, knowing he’d be purchasing the stupid chocolate chip cookie because of that look.

You laugh when his hands comb through your hair and braid it back rather than elaborating.

“I wonder what dad will think if he finds you here in just your underwear.” Aaron pinches at your ass as you walk in front of him.

“Nothing, cause he won’t see. Plus, I only care what you think,” he pulls you into his lap when you sit on the sofa again, the duvet covering you both soon after.

“And I know you love me in as little clothes as possible.” his words are whispered into that spot below your ear making you shiver.

“I should’ve played harder to get,” you joke but Aaron doesn’t find you funny in the slightest.

His teeth sink into your neck, “Brat,” he mumbles and you giggle. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

[themoontoyourshine]

Hiiiii! When is Cards on the Table or 2 coming??? 😭😭

Cards on the Table pt. 2 ~ Alex Blake xFem Reader

Link to Part 1

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, sex, eating out, oral sex, implied sex, indulgent smutty smut

Medium Fic

Enjoy (;

You sat in your apartment, in full anticipation for the awaited knock on the door.

Then you heard it. Two knocks.

You jumped up, nervous, and went to open the door.

“Hey.” you awkwardly said, not exactly sure what to say…

“Hey.”

“Come in.” you opened the doorway all the way for her.

Fuck were you nervous…

“Here,” you led her to your couch, “Can I get you anything to drink?”

Alex chuckled, “Maybe some wine? It seems both of us could use a relaxant…”

You hummed in agreement, moving to the kitchen to grab your go-to red wine. You poured to smaller glasses, not wanting to get you or her drunk or anything.

You rushed back, almost spilling the wine, but luckily saving you and it. Alex chuckled at this.

“Need any help?”

“No no, I’m good…” you said as you breathlessly sat down next to her and handed her her glass.

“Thank you.”

“Your welcome.”

You both sat there and took on and off sips of your wine. The silence built tension.

Alex looked into your eyes at one point, your anxious, needy eyes.

She leaned into your body a bit…

If you move a few inches forward, you’d be tasting her lips…

“Can I kiss you?” She murmured.

You eagerly nodded, “yes please…”

Then she crashed her lips into yours.

Setting her glass aside to grab ahold of you, you followed and did the same. Her hands pulled your body impossibly closer to hers as her lips explored yours breathlessly.

She lightly but your lip, and you opened your mouth for her access. She slid her tongue into your mouth, eliciting a whimper from your throat. She hummed in response as her tongue explored your cavernous mouth.

Your hands slid into her wavey, luscious hair. Alex hummed in delight as you lightly dugged at her hair in response to her slow tongue fucking of your face.

Eventually, you both had to part for a breath. You looked up, And she looked heavenly… Messy hair, her lipstick spread around her mouth…

Similarly, Alex was practically drooling over your appearance, puffy lips, watering eyes, dialated pupils…

“Bedroom…?” was all you were able to breathlessly let escape your lips.

Alex bit her lip, nodding.

You both stood up, and then she crashed her lips into yours again. Alex proceeded to sloppily kiss you as you led her to your bedroom, where you both practically jumped on the bed with lust.

Her hands roamed your body fiercely and intently, removing your clothing piece by piece.

You took the time to kiss and mark up her neck, shoulders, and chest. Impatiently, you tore her clothes off for more access.

You were both in your undergarments at this point, relishing in each others bodies.

You would both definitely be marked and bruised by the end of the night…

You made her full on moan as you sucked on her pressure point, and in response, Alex I clipped your bra, letting it fall to the floor with all the other discarded clothes.

She immediately latched her mouth into one of your breasts, toying with your sensitive nipple, eliciting a mewl and then a moan from your lips.

“Fuck… Alex!” You mewled, bucking your hips into anything in need of some sort of friction.

She groaned at your words, grinding her own hips with need.

You grabbed her face, smashing your lips into hers yet again, while simultaneously unclipping her bra and lightly twisting her left nipple.

Alex bucked her hips and groaned in response, “Shit…”

You parted from her lips and meet her hungry, needy eyes.

You fully pushed her underneath you, and she mewled in response.

Alex instinctually spread her legs for you, making you moan with delight. You swiftly tore away her panties to find her soaked pussy.

You wasted no time in attaching your mouth to her slick folds and exploring her heated core.

Alex bucked her hips into your face, grabbing your hair and letting mewl after moan exhale her lips.

You lapped her cunt, licked through her folds, sucked on her clit… Alex couldn’t contain her moans and pleas in response.

“Oh fuck… right there…!”

“God… don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“Shit! Im… gonna cum…!”

You brought her all the way to the edge and the over it.

She came all over tongue, which sent chills all the way to your own needy cunt.

You greedily lapped up her juices, as she moaned out your name, harshly gripping your hair, causing you to groan. Her legs clenched against your head, as her eyes rolled back.

It was a fucking heavenly sight…

You looked up to find Alex, with a orgasmic smirk on her face.

You came up to her, and kissed her hard. She moaned at her own cum on your lips.

Through breathless kissing Alex groaned, “Fuck… your turn…”

With that, she flipped your positions. She kissed your lips one more time before traveling down your body, licking you all the way to your panties. She removed those with her teeth, eliciting a groan from your lips and a buck from your hips.

“Fuck! Please Alex…” you mewled desperately.

Alex hummed in response, before dipping her tongue into your wet cunt. You moaned in delight.

She fucked your wig her tongue expertly. Curses slipped out from your lips on repeat. You were going to cum within minutes if she kept this up…

“God Alex! I’m gonna cum!” you nearly screamed from the insane amount of pleasure and build up she was giving you with her face buried inside your pussy.

She moaned in response, “Fuck, cum for me…”

One last circle around your clit did you in. Your hands tightly gripped your bed, your eyes rolled back in pleasure, as Alex fucked a massive orgasm out of you.

Now, you were screaming her name…

She helped you down from your high, coming up and kissing you lightly this time. You could taste yourself and her in a weird combo in the kiss. It was delightful…

“We should do this again sometime…” Alex chuckled breathlessly.

“Definitely…” you groaned.

[themoontoyourshine]

hi! i'm absolutely in love with your Hotch x Latina!reader 🥺 could you make one where he's in public and you start to dirty talk in spanish and he already KNOWS the meanings of the words and he has to act like he's not turned on bc of your accent? 😔 and then maybe some filth when they get home 😈

❤️🙏🏽❤️ sim obrigado por isso mami

“…Y luego te voy a besar ahí donde te gusta…”

(And then I’m going to kiss you in that spot you really like…)

“Amor…” Aaron warned, but his voice was ragged.

You pulled back a little to look at him, grinning like the cheshire cat. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He was trying to downplay how flustered he was, looking down intently at the bill. Still, his hand was squeezing your knee under the table.

“What?” You said, feigning innocence and batting your lashes prettily.

“May I remind you that we’re still in a very crowded restaurant?”

“It’s just you in that polo, so irresistible. Look at these strong arms. Mmm, te voy a comer vivo….”

(I’m going to eat you alive)

He chuckled. “You’re still hungry? We just had lunch, mamita.”

“Si papi, but you’ll be my dessert as soon as we get home.”

And that promise was kept, because you didn’t even get to the living room before he had you against the wall, pushing up your sundress.

You reached behind you with a small chuckle, trying to find his belt.

“And I thought I was the eager one,” you said.

“You know the effect you have on me, and you use it against me,” he said, smacking your ass once. “Naughty girl.”

You gasped as he shoved your panties to the side, slowly sinking into you.

“Di mi nombre,” he growled in your ear, hips snapping against yours.

(Say my name)

And you did, you moaned it so sweetly, because you could deny him nothing.