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Hello! I don't know if you're taking requests, but if you are I'm begging for an emily prentiss × female!reader with a dom/sub dynamic involving... Scissoring (I don't know if that's how you say it, but that's how I'm going to say it) after a difficult private case involving children (which is Emily's weak point) and I thought about breeding kinks, if possible (I think it's hot involving sapphic couples). Please?

The Quiet After

Emily Prentiss x femReader

MDNI Masterlist Category: Smut CW: Normal Criminal Minds Warnings, Case Involving Children, BAU Reader, Angst, Smut, Oral Sex, Tribidism, Scissoring, Strap On, Breeding Kink, Light Dom/Sub, Comfort. WC: 7,852 *Updated* Completely missed the first section while transferring it over, sorry about that. (Not Proof Read)

The case weighs heavily on Emily. It’s in her eyes—those tired, worn-out eyes you’ve come to know better than anyone else’s. She doesn’t let it show on the surface, but you can feel it. You know her. And this case, with the kids, is getting to her in a way that’s deeper than usual.

You watch her for a moment, standing at the board, her fingers tracing the photos of the missing children. The unsub believes he’s doing them a favour—taking them to a “better” place. It’s not hard to guess why it hits Emily so hard. There’s a part of her, a quiet, secret part, that wants to be a mother. She’s told you once, during one of those rare moments when she lets her guard down, when it’s just the two of you, and she’s soft, vulnerable in ways that few people get to see.

You’ve seen the subtle changes—the way her hands linger over the files of the kids, her shoulders tightening as the day stretches on. She’s struggling, but you’re here. You’re with her. And even when the case is consuming her, she finds ways to steal small moments with you, little gestures that recharge her.

A quiet kiss behind the SUV after the briefing. Her hand slipping into yours as you walk to the next scene. The brief press of her lips to your temple when she thinks no one’s looking. It’s in these moments that you can feel her ground herself again, as if your touch can remind her that she’s not alone in this.

The board in the conference room is covered with photos of the missing children, their faces staring back at you. There are seven so far, ranging in age from five to eleven. Beneath each photo are snapshots of their lives—school pictures, candid moments from birthday parties, photos scraped from social media. It’s a cruel juxtaposition against the grim reality of their current circumstances.

“The unsub is targeting children they perceive as neglected,” Spencer explains, standing near the map dotted with pins marking the locations of the abductions. “But their definition of neglect seems warped. The children’s backgrounds don’t show significant patterns of abuse or systemic failures.”

“It’s subjective,” Emily adds, her voice sharp and focused. “They’re acting on personal judgment, deciding these kids aren’t being cared for based on arbitrary criteria—like an out-of-context moment or assumption about the family dynamic.” Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, a shield against the emotions brimming beneath the surface.

Garcia clicks through slides on the projector, her voice uncharacteristically subdued. “This is Evan Marshall, eight years old. His mom works two jobs, so he’s often in the care of his older sister. She’s fifteen. CPS has never been involved. Teachers describe him as happy and well-adjusted.”

The photo shifts to a girl no older than twelve. “And this is Sophia Grant. Her dad is a single parent. No abuse on record, but the unsub might have seen him disciplining her in public. And then there’s Mia Lang, five years old. Her parents had a loud argument at a grocery store a week before she was taken. Someone might have seen that and made assumptions.”

“They think they’re saving these kids from a horrible life,” JJ says, shaking her head. “But in reality, they’re just ripping them away from their families.”

Spencer frowns, adding, “It’s likely that the unsub sees themselves as a redeemer, correcting what they perceive as societal failures. Each abduction reinforces their sense of righteousness. The more they take, the more justified they feel.”

A heavy silence falls over the room. The photos on the board feel suffocating. Seven children—snatched away under the guise of salvation, only to be murdered by someone who thinks they’re better off dead.

Emily’s gaze lingers on the images longer than the others. Her jaw tightens, and you can almost see the turmoil brewing beneath her composed exterior. This isn’t just another case for her. It’s personal in ways she hasn’t fully shared with anyone but you.

Later, during a quieter moment, you find her standing by the SUVs in the parking lot, her back to the building. Her fingers worry the strap of her holster, a nervous habit she doesn’t even realize she’s doing.

You approach slowly, your footsteps pulling her from her thoughts. She looks up, her expression softening slightly when her eyes meet yours.

“Hey,” you say, your voice gentle as you step closer.

She doesn’t speak immediately, but she doesn’t resist when you slide your hand into hers, offering her an anchor.

“I hate this case,” she finally admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not just the kids. It’s the way the unsub thinks they’re doing the right thing. That they’re justified.”

You nod, squeezing her hand lightly. “It’s awful. But we’ll find them, Emily. You’ll find them.”

Her jaw clenches, and for a moment, you think she’s going to argue, but then she exhales a shaky breath and nods. “I hope so,” she murmurs.

Her hand tightens around yours, grounding herself in your touch. It’s a stolen moment, brief but powerful, as she lets herself lean into you. The team doesn’t need to see this—the way she recharges herself in the quiet moments you share.

“You okay?” you ask softly, your free hand brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Her eyes meet yours, and though the exhaustion is clear, there’s gratitude there too. “I will be,” she says, her voice steadier now.

You stand there together for a little longer, the weight of the case momentarily lighter between you. It’s enough to remind her—and you—that she’s not in this alone.

The tension in the room was electric as the team pieced together the final parts of the unsub’s profile. Spencer’s rapid-fire monologue laid out the psychological motivations, each word building up a picture of the unsub.

“The unsub’s fixation stems from a personal history of perceived neglect,” he explained, his hands moving animatedly as he spoke. “They’re projecting their own experiences onto these children and making judgment calls based on fleeting observations. The perceived neglect—a single-parent household, a sibling as a caretaker—is triggering their need to intervene.”

“They’re likely observing the children over time,” JJ added. “The unsub is targeting families that seem chaotic or unconventional from the outside, but these are often normal, loving homes. They’re misinterpreting moments—like a parent raising their voice in public or an older sibling looking overwhelmed—as signs of neglect.”

Emily’s arms were crossed tightly, her jaw set in a way you recognized. She was focused, determined, and more emotionally invested than she’d ever admit in front of the team.

“What we’ve seen so far suggests they’re escalating,” JJ added, her voice heavy with concern. “They’ve gone from abducting children every few weeks to every few days. If we don’t move fast, there’s going to be another victim.”

“Garcia, do we have anything on their potential location?” Hotch’s voice cut through the discussion with its usual authority.

Garcia’s fingers flew across her keyboard, her eyes scanning through reams of property records, utility bills, and work schedules for any anomaly that might point to a suspect. “I’m narrowing down properties owned or rented by individuals with ties to these areas," she said, her voice tense but determined. "I’m looking for someone whose daily routine brings them into contact with children in these areas—a school bus driver, a delivery person, someone who works near parks or schools. Those interactions might be how they observed the kids." She glanced at the screen. "Cross-referencing every property associated with individuals fitting the profile within a fifty-mile radius of the abduction sites. Hang tight, my loves, I’ll have something soon."

Moments later, her screen lit up with a match. "Okay, I’ve got something. George Lyman, 38 years old, works as a postal carrier in the targeted areas. His route regularly takes him through neighbourhoods where each of the victims lived. He’s single, no criminal record, but… oh." Garcia paused, her tone shifting. "He has a history of child protective services reports from his own childhood. His parents were flagged multiple times for physical and emotional abuse, but every time George ran away, he was returned to them. There are records of repeated visits by social workers, but nothing was ever done to remove him from the home.”

Emily’s face darkened. “So he sees himself in these kids, believes he’s saving them.”

Hotch nodded. “That fits with the profile. What else do we have on him?”

“He rents a farmhouse just outside town,” Garcia continued. “It’s isolated and matches the description of the type of location we’ve been looking for. I’m sending you the address now.”

You caught Emily’s eye across the room. The exhaustion in her face was mirrored in your own, but beneath it, you saw the same resolve. You gave her a small nod, and she returned it—just a fraction, but it was enough to steady you both.

The drive to the farmhouse was tense. Emily sat beside you, her leg bouncing with restless energy. She’d barely spoken since the briefing, and you knew better than to press her. Instead, you let your pinky brush hers on the console between you, a silent reassurance. She glanced at you briefly, the corners of her mouth twitching in a ghost of a smile, before turning her focus back to the road ahead.

The farmhouse loomed in the distance, its silhouette stark against the darkening sky. The team split into pairs, surrounding the property. You were with Emily, your weapons drawn as you moved toward the back entrance.

“Ready?” you whispered.

She nodded, her jaw tightening. “Let’s do this.”

The door creaked open under Emily’s firm push, revealing a dimly lit interior that smelled of damp wood and decay. You swept the first room together, clearing it quickly before moving deeper into the house. Upstairs, muffled voices and a child’s cry sent a chill down your spine.

Emily held up a hand, signalling you to pause. She leaned toward you, her voice barely audible. “They’re up there. We need to be careful.”

You nodded, your heart hammering in your chest. Together, you ascended the stairs, each step deliberate and silent. At the top, you found yourselves in a long hallway, the sound of the child’s cries growing louder. Emily gestured to the farthest door, and you both moved toward it.

Hotch’s voice came through your comm. “We’ve cleared the lower level. The house is empty except for one suspect. Any sign of the child?”

Emily responded quietly, “We’re about to breach a room on the second floor. Stand by.”

You reached the door and exchanged a glance with her. This was it. Emily counted down with her fingers, and on three, you burst into the room together.

The room was small, its walls covered with old wallpaper curling at the edges. A man stood in the center, his grip tight on a terrified boy’s arm. The child, no older than eight, was trembling, his tear-streaked face pale with fear.

“FBI!” Emily shouted, her voice commanding. “Drop the weapon and let the boy go!”

The unsub’s eyes were wild, darting between you and Emily. He clutched a knife in his free hand, the blade trembling as much as his fingers. “You don’t understand,” he said, his voice cracking. “I’m saving him.”

“Saving him from what?” you asked, keeping your voice calm. “He needs his family. Whatever you think you’re doing, this isn’t the way to help.”

The unsub shook his head violently. “No one cared about me! No one ever cared! They won’t care about him either!”

Emily took a slow, careful step forward, her gun still trained on the man. “George, listen to me. You’re scared, and you’re hurting, but this isn’t the answer. Look at him—he’s just a child. You can’t make him go through what you did.”

For a moment, something flickered in George’s eyes—hesitation, maybe even regret. His grip on the knife faltered, his hand trembling. But then, in an instant, he pulled the boy closer, the blade pressing against the child’s neck.

“Stay back!” George screamed, his voice breaking. “Don’t make me do this!”

Your heart raced as you saw the terror in the boy’s eyes. Emily’s voice remained steady, though you could hear the edge of desperation in it. “You don’t have to do this, George. Put the knife down, and we’ll talk. No one else has to get hurt.”

The standoff stretched into agonizing seconds, every muscle in your body coiled and ready to move. You caught Emily’s eye, and she gave the slightest nod—silent confirmation of the plan forming between you.

In a swift motion, Emily fired, her shot hitting George’s shoulder with pinpoint accuracy. The knife clattered to the floor as George cried out in pain, his grip on the boy loosening. You didn’t hesitate, lunging forward and pulling the child into your arms, shielding him as Emily rushed to subdue the unsub.

“It’s okay,” you whispered to the boy, your voice gentle as you held him close. “You’re safe now. We’ve got you.”

The boy clung to you, his small hands gripping your shirt as he sobbed uncontrollably. You crouched on the floor with him, your body positioned protectively between him and the rest of the room.

Emily secured George with practiced efficiency, her jaw tight as she snapped the handcuffs into place. She glanced over at you and the boy, her expression softening ever so slightly when she saw you murmuring reassurances to him.

The rest of the team arrived moments later, the tension in the room finally breaking as Hotch and Morgan took over. Emily walked over to you, crouching beside you and the boy.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice a stark contrast to the authority she’d wielded moments ago. “You’re safe now. Can you tell me your name?”

The boy hiccupped through his tears. “E-Evan,” he managed.

Emily smiled gently. “Evan, you’re so brave. We’re going to take you home, okay?”

He nodded, his grip on you loosening just enough for Emily to brush a comforting hand over his back.

As the team began to clear the scene and escort George out, you stayed with Evan, his small frame still trembling against yours. Emily stood, giving you a brief but meaningful look before stepping away to help the others.

You held Evan a little tighter, feeling the weight of his fear and relief as if it were your own. In that moment, nothing else mattered but making sure he felt safe.

The boy, Evan, was safely in the hands of the paramedics now, his sobs slowly subsiding as he clung to one of the responders. The team had the unsub secured, and the farmhouse was already being cleared. You felt a wave of exhaustion wash over you as you watched them lead Evan to safety, but it wasn’t over yet.

“Good job, everyone,” Hotch said, his voice steady, even in the aftermath. “Let’s wrap this up.”

The drive back home was quiet, the weight of the case still hanging heavy in the air. You sat beside Emily, your fingers brushing occasionally, the small touches speaking volumes. She was focused on the road, her jaw tense, but you could see the weariness in her eyes. You didn’t speak, neither of you needed to, but your proximity was a comfort—a grounding force amid the chaos of the case.

By the time you made it to your shared apartment, the evening had settled into a quiet calm, but the emotions of the day were far from gone. You both stepped out of the SUV, the cool night air feeling sharper now as it hit your skin. Without a word, you walked side by side into the building, up to your apartment, and inside.

The door clicked shut behind you, and just like that, the quiet of the apartment surrounded you both, cutting through the exhaustion that clung to your bones.

Emily didn’t say anything. She simply kicked off her shoes, then reached for you, pulling you into a tight embrace. Her arms were strong, but there was something softer about this moment—more raw than you’d seen in her before. It was as if she couldn’t bear to let go of you, even for a second.

Then she leaned in, her breath warm against your cheek. Her kiss took you by surprise—intimate and urgent. It was as if she was trying to erase the horror of the day with the press of her lips to yours. You didn’t resist. You couldn’t. Instead, you melted into it, letting the heat of her touch seep into your very soul.

Her arms wound around your waist, pulling you closer, until there wasn’t an inch of space between you. Your hands found their way to her hair, tangling in the soft strands as the kiss grew deeper, more desperate. It was a kiss filled with fear and anger, but also with a fierce love and a need to be connected—to be human.

Without breaking away, you both stumbled into the bedroom. The door clicked shut, cutting off the outside world, leaving just the two of you. You didn’t bother with the lights, the moon casting enough of a glow through the windows to navigate the room. Her hands were everywhere—on your neck, your back, sliding down to your ass—and you could feel the urgency in every touch, as if she was trying to claim you as her own.

Emily’s strength was surprising as she hoisted you onto the bed. You felt your breath hitch as she looked down at you, a wild hunger burning in her gaze. You could see the need etched on her features, the same need echoing in your own chest. It was raw, animalistic, and you craved it like a drug.

Her hands moved to the buttons of your shirt, deftly undoing them one by one. Each button released cool air against your skin, causing goosebumps to break out. She took her time, kissing each inch of exposed flesh as if she were worshipping it, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The fabric parted to reveal your bra, and she took a moment to simply look at you, her eyes darkening with desire.

Emily’s fingertips danced along the lace, tracing the edge of your bra before gently pushing the fabric up to reveal your breasts. She took one nipple into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it in a slow, tantalizing dance that had you arching off the bed. The sensation was exquisite, and you couldn’t help but moan, your hands fisting in the sheets. Her other hand found its way to your waistband, and she began to unbuckle your belt with an agonizing slowness that made you want to scream in frustration.

Her kisses travelled down your torso, each one more urgent than the last. She kissed your stomach, her breath tickling the sensitive skin, and you felt your abs clench in anticipation. As she reached the button of your pants, she paused, her eyes meeting yours. You nodded, giving her the silent go-ahead, your body aching for her touch.

Your pants fell away, revealing the simple cotton panties that were already damp with need. Emily’s gaze was intense, her pupils dilated with desire. Her hand reached out, tracing the waistband of your underwear with the back of her fingers before she hooked them and slowly began to pull them down.

Her eyes were focused as the fabric slid over your hips, exposing the wetness that had gathered between your legs. You watched her face, the hunger in her expression unmistakable. It sent a thrill through you, a heady mix of desire and power, knowing you could do this to her.

Emily’s fingertips brushed over your inner thighs, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. You spread your legs wider, silently begging for her touch. She didn’t make you wait long. With a soft, almost reverent sigh, she reached down and parted your folds with the tips of her fingers. You gasped as she touched you, the sensation of her skin against yours sending heat through your core.

Her touch was gentle at first—exploratory. She traced the length of your slit, her fingertips slipping through your slickness and circling your clit with maddening precision. Your hips rocked upward, seeking more pressure, but she took her time, her eyes studying your reactions. Each touch was calculated, a silent exploration of what you liked, what you needed.

Then, her fingers entered you, sliding in smoothly. You bit your lip to stifle a moan as she began to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace that had you panting. Her thumb found your clit, stroking it in time with the movement of her fingers. It was a sweet agony, the anticipation of what was to come building with every second that passed.

She brought her mouth to your pussy, her tongue swiping over your clit with a gentle touch that had you trembling. She took her time, savouring every part of you, and when she finally closed her lips around the sensitive bud, you couldn’t hold back the gasp.

Her suckling grew more intense, each pull sending shockwaves through your body. Her teeth grazed you gently, not quite biting, but adding an edge to the pleasure that had you digging your nails into the bedspread. Emily’s hand gripped your thigh, holding you in place as she explored your depths, her fingers moving in tandem with her mouth.

As the tension grew, you felt your body begin to quiver. You reached down to stroke her hair, needing to feel connected to her in every way possible. She took your cue, increasing her pace, her tongue flicking against your clit with a rhythm that had your toes curling. Your breathing grew ragged, your moans echoing through the room.

Emily’s own need was palpable. You could see it in the way her hips began to rock back and forth, grinding her core against the edge of the bed. She was so focused on bringing you pleasure that she forgot about herself. But you weren’t going to let that happen.

With trembling hands, you reached down and pulled Emily up onto the bed. Her body was a warm, solid weight against you. You both needed this—needed to feel each other, needed to be close.

You began to kiss her again, but this time, you were the one in charge. Your hands moved to her shirt, slipping it off her shoulders and down her arms, revealing her bare skin to the cool air. Her bra followed, and you took a moment to just look at her—her perfect breasts, the rosy tips of her nipples standing at attention.

Your tongue darted out, tracing the outline of one erect peak before closing your mouth around it. Emily gasped, her head falling back, and you took advantage, sucking gently as you teased the sensitive flesh. You felt her hands in your hair, her nails digging into your scalp as she pulled you closer, her hips bucking against you.

Your hands moved to her breasts, cupping the soft mounds before squeezing them firmly. Your thumbs flicked over the tightened buds, eliciting whimpers that only spurred you on. You could feel her nipples pebbled against your palms, the sensation sending jolts of desire straight to your own core. Emily’s breath grew shallower, her body arching towards you as you played her like an instrument.

With a sudden, urgent need to feel all of her, you slid your hand down her stomach, over the waistband of her pants. Your fingers worked the button and zipper with surprising dexterity, given how much your own hands were shaking. You pushed the fabric down, her underwear following, revealing her bare sex.

Emily’s thighs parted slightly, an unspoken invitation that you couldn’t resist. You gripped her thighs firmly, spreading her wider as you leaned in to taste her. Your tongue darted out, lapping up the wetness that had pooled at her entrance.

Her hips jerked in response, a soft whine escaping her as you found her clit, swollen and begging for attention. You took it into your mouth, sucking gently before swirling your tongue around it, feeling it pulse against you. Her legs quivered around your head, and you knew you had her exactly where you wanted her.

Your fingers slid into her, curling slightly to hit that spot inside that always made her moan. The sound was music to your ears, a symphony of need and desire that had you pressing harder, moving faster. Emily’s breath was coming in short gasps now, her body tightening with every stroke.

The two of you were a captivating mess—half-clothed and carelessly undone, tangled together on the bed in a chaotic, feverish embrace, completely consumed by desire. Emily’s eyes never left yours as you pleasured her, her gaze a blend of passion and something deeper—gratitude, perhaps, for this brief reprieve from the horrors of the case.

Her hips rolled against your mouth, and you knew she was close. You doubled your efforts, desperate to make her cum, to show her that amidst the chaos, she was cherished, loved. You added a second finger, curling them inside her in a come-hither motion that had her back bowing off the bed.

Emily’s breath grew ragged, her eyes squeezed shut as she whispered your name. You could feel her body tighten around your fingers, her muscles clenching as the first waves of her orgasm began to crash over her. You didn’t let up, your mouth working her clit, your other hand sliding up to pinch her nipple, twisting just enough to send sparks of painful pleasure shooting through her.

“Cum for me, Em,” you murmured against her folds, the vibration of your voice sending another tremor through her body. “Let go, baby.”

Emily’s eyes snapped open, meeting yours, and you could see the need there, the desperation in her gaze. You didn’t stop your relentless rhythm, didn’t ease up on her clit. You needed her to release, to feel the shattering pleasure that you knew was just out of reach.

Then, you began to hum—a low, steady vibration that resonated against her sensitive flesh. It was all it took. Her body went rigid, and then she was cumming, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. Her cries filled the room, her hips jerking wildly against your face as you held her through it, her muscles pulsing around your fingers.

It was a beautiful sight—Emily’s release, raw and unbridled. You felt a sense of accomplishment, a fierce satisfaction at being the one to give it to her. But even as the first orgasm subsided, you didn’t stop. You knew her body, knew that with the right touches, you could coax more from her.

Your tongue remained on her clit, flicking gently through the aftershocks. Emily’s hips rolled, and you knew she was trying to pull away, to catch her breath, but you held her firm, keeping the pressure steady. It didn’t take much—just a few more strokes before she was gasping again, her body responding to your relentless pursuit of her pleasure.

Her second orgasm hit her like a surprise attack, stealing the breath from her lungs. She bucked against you, her pussy fluttering around your fingers. You groaned against her, the vibration of your voice sending another jolt through her.

Emily’s hands were in your hair now, her nails scraping at your scalp, holding you in place. You felt the tension in her thighs as she rode the waves of pleasure, her breath coming in panting gasps. You didn’t let up, your tongue and fingers working in tandem to milk every last drop of ecstasy from her trembling body.

As the second orgasm began to subside, you slowly pulled back, kissing your way up her body. You could feel her pulse beneath your lips, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. You looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort, but all you saw was a desperate hunger that mirrored your own.

Without a word, she rolled you over, her body straddling yours. Her hands found your face, pulling it closer until your mouths collided in a kiss that was as fiery as it was tender. She kissed you as if she were trying to consume you, her tongue delving into your mouth with an urgency that was almost desperate.

Emily’s hips began to move, grinding into yours with a rhythm that was both seductive and demanding. You could feel the heat of her core against yours, the wetness of her desire coating your skin. Your own need grew, your body responding instinctively to the pressure of hers.

Without breaking the kiss, you shifted, aligning your bodies so that your clits met. The sensation was electric, sending bolts of pleasure through your core. You moaned into her mouth, your legs locking together as you began to rock back and forth.

The wet sound of skin against skin grew louder, punctuating the air with each movement. Your hips rolled together in a sensual dance, the friction building between you. The pressure was exquisite, the feeling of her body against yours setting off sparks that threatened to ignite a wildfire.

You wrapped your arms around her, your hands finding purchase on her toned back as she ground into you. Your own hips met hers thrust for thrust, each movement bringing you closer to the edge. The scent of your combined arousal filled the room, a musky perfume that was intoxicating.

Her hips picked up speed, the friction between you growing more intense. You could feel the slickness of your desire as it coated your thighs, a testament to how badly you needed this release. Emily’s breath was hot against your neck, her teeth grazing your skin as she nipped and kissed her way down to your collarbone.

You both were so wet, the sound of your bodies sliding against each other filled the room. Your clits swollen and sensitive, the constant pressure sending waves of pleasure through your bodies. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, the heat of her breasts pressing into yours.

Emily’s hands slid down to your ass, gripping you firmly as she ground her hips into yours. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your body with every movement. Your own hips matched hers, the rhythm becoming more frenzied as you both chased the peak of your climax.

“You’re so wet for me, sweet girl,” she murmured against your neck, her voice a low growl of approval. The words sent a shiver of submission that you had desperately craved. You arched into her touch, your body begging for more.

Emily’s kiss grew more demanding, her tongue delving into your mouth as if she could taste your need. You could feel the tremble in her own body, the aftershocks of her recent orgasm still resonating through her. But she wasn’t done with you yet.

With a sudden shift, she pulled away, her eyes dark with intent. “Be a good girl and make me cum one more time,” she breathed, the words sending a new wave of lust through you. You nodded, eager to give her what she wanted, eager to feel her come apart in your arms again.

“I plan on getting my strap out and breeding you tonight, sweetheart,” Emily whispered in your ear, the promise of dominance in her voice sending a thrill through you. Your eyes widened at her words, the excitement of the turn in your intimate moment making your heart race.

With a sudden surge of need, your hips bucked against hers, your body desperately seeking the release that was just out of reach. Emily’s eyes lit up with approval, her grip on you tightening as she held you in place. “Looks like you want it as badly as I do,” she said with a smirk, her voice low and husky with desire.

You nodded, unable to form coherent words as you felt the pressure building again. Emily’s own hips began to rock, her movements more deliberate and forceful as she matched your rhythm. The feeling of her clit grinding against yours was heavenly, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. You could feel the heat from her core, the wetness of her desire, and it only made you want more.

The sound of her moans grew louder, filling the room. They were sweet and needy, urging you to give her what she craved. You responded in kind, your own sounds of pleasure mingling with hers. Each gasp, each whimper was a symphony of desire that spurred you onward.

Her hips rocked faster, the slickness of your arousal making it easier for her to glide against you. You could feel the tension coil tight in your stomach, your legs trembling with the effort to keep up. Your body was a live wire, ready to snap at any moment.

Emily’s moans grew louder, the sound of her pleasure pushing you closer and closer to your own release. Your own breath came in pants and gasps, your nails digging into the flesh of her back as you held on for dear life. You felt her get wetter, her movements growing more erratic as she approached climax.

“Cum for me, Emily, please,” you begged, the words spilling from your mouth like a prayer. The need to hear her fall apart, to feel her body convulse with pleasure was overwhelming. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut, and you knew she was close.

With a few hard, desperate thrusts, you pushed against her, the friction between your bodies reaching a fever pitch. Emily’s hips stuttered, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. And then, she was there—her body tightening against yours, her cries filling the room as she shuddered with release.

The moment she came, you felt it—a rush of wetness that soaked the sheets beneath you. You couldn’t help but moan at the sensation, your own climax just a breath away. Emily’s eyes snapped open, and she stared down at you with a fierce hunger.

Then, she broke away, reaching for the bedside drawer. You watched as she pulled out a harness and a silicone dildo. The sight of it sent a thrill through you, a mix of excitement and trepidation. She looked into your eyes, her own alight with something primal.

“I’m going to fuck a baby into you,” Emily growls. It was a dark promise, a fantasy that sent a shiver down your spine. The words alone were enough to make your pussy throb with anticipation.

The harness was strapped around her hips, the dildo jutting out like an extension of her. She leaned over you, the tip brushing against your wetness, and you felt your body respond instinctively, your hips rising to meet it.

Emily took hold of your hips, her grip firm and commanding. You watched as she positioned the toy at your entrance. Then, with a single, powerful thrust, she plunged into your wet heat.

You cried out in pleasure, the feeling of fullness overwhelming you as she claimed you. Your eyes squeezed shut, and you couldn’t help but let your head fall back into the pillow, your body arching up to meet her. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your gasps and her growls of effort.

Emily’s eyes bore into yours, the intensity of her gaze making your heart race. “You’re mine,” she murmured, her voice low and possessive. “You’re going to carry my baby.”

The words hung in the air, coloured with desire and dominance. It was a heady mix, and you found yourself nodding, eager to submit to her every whim. The thought of being filled by her, of carrying a piece of her inside you, was intoxicating.

“Yes, Em,” you babbled out, your voice trembling with need. “I want it—please, take me, make me yours. I want to be filled with you, to carry your baby. Make me feel it, all of it. Don’t stop.”

Emily’s eyes blazed with desire, her pupils blown out. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against yours, and whispered, “You’re going to be so full, my love. Everyone will know you’re mine, that you’re carrying my child.”

With that, she began to move in earnest, setting a steady pace that had you whimpering. Each thrust filled you completely, the girth of the toy stretching your walls and hitting that spot inside that made your toes curl. Your hands clutched at her shoulders, your nails digging in as you tried to keep up with the sensations that were crashing over you like waves.

Her hips moved in a relentless rhythm, the dildo sliding in and out of you with ease. The room was filled with the sounds of your muffled cries and the slick sound of her movements. You could feel yourself building, your body responding to the eroticism of her words and actions.

Emily lifted one of your legs, changing the angle and hitting you deeper, harder. The sudden shift in sensation had you crying out, your hand flying to cover your mouth to keep the noise from escaping. Your eyes watered as she stared down at you, her expression one of pure determination.

Then, she grabbed your wrist, her grip surprisingly firm, and pulled your hand away from your mouth. "Don't you dare stifle those pretty little sounds," she demanded, a dark smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"I want the neighbours to hear how good I’m making you feel," Emily growled, the feral sound sending a shiver down your spine. She pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into you, the force of her thrust making the bed frame shake. Your moan was loud, echoing through the apartment, and you felt a thrill knowing that anyone close by could hear the unmistakable sounds of your passion.

Her hips picked up speed, the slap of her thighs against yours growing louder. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, and you found yourself letting go, moaning louder and louder, the sounds bouncing off the walls.

Emily’s grip on your hips tightened as she pulled you down onto her silicone cock, the friction building between your bodies. She was relentless, her movements powerful and possessive. You could feel yourself getting wetter, the sound of your slickness mingling with your cries of pleasure.

Her other hand found its way to your throat, not squeezing but rather holding you in place as she claimed you. The dominance was intoxicating, and you found yourself leaning into it, your body begging for more.

As Emily’s strokes grew more intense, so did her words, whispered into your ear like dark promises. "You’re going to carry my baby," she repeated, her voice a mix of a command and a desperate plea. "You’re going to be so full of me, so ripe with life."

The thought sent you spiralling, your body responding in kind. You felt your orgasm building, the pressure in your core tightening with each thrust. "Yes, Emily," you moaned, your voice breaking. "I want it—want to be filled with you, to carry your baby."

Her eyes lit up with triumph at your words, her movements growing even more frenzied. She leaned down, her teeth grazing your neck as she whispered, "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" It was a question, but there was no doubt in her tone.

You nodded, unable to form words as the pleasure mounted, threatening to overwhelm you. Emily's grip on your throat tightened slightly, a silent command to look at her as she took you over the edge. Your eyes widened as your climax approached your body tightening around the silicone cock.

"Emily, please," you managed to choke out, the desperation in your voice clear. "I need to feel you cum in me."

Her eyes darkened at the words, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against your skin. "You want it that badly?" she whispered, her hips grinding into you.

You could only nod, the anticipation of her release almost too much to bear. Emily’s eyes searched yours, a silent question before she leaned down and whispered, "You’re going to feel every drop of me filling you up, baby. You’re going to be so full."

Her words sent you over the edge. Your orgasm was intense, your vision swimming with stars as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. You could feel Emily’s own excitement in her tightened grip, her hips moving faster as she watched you come apart beneath her. It was as if your pleasure fuelled hers, her thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding.

As your climax subsided, she leaned in to kiss you, her breath ragged and her eyes bright with desire. But she didn’t stop moving, the toy still buried deep inside you. The feeling of fullness remained, a delicious reminder of your shared fantasy.

Emily’s kisses grew more tender, her movements slowing to a gentle rocking that kept the pleasure simmering without letting it boil over again. Each thrust was deliberate, drawing out every sensation, making you feel cherished and owned. It was a tender domination that made you melt into the mattress beneath her.

With surprising grace, she shifted your positions so that you were both laying on your sides, the silicone cock still buried deep within you. Your legs tangled together, her hand still resting on your throat, but now with a gentle, soothing pressure that was a contrast to the intensity of moments ago. Her thumb brushed your jawline, turning your face towards her, her eyes searching yours.

Then, she leaned in and captured your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. It was a kiss filled with everything unsaid, everything felt but not voiced. Her tongue danced with yours, a dance that was both sweet and demanding.

The kiss lingered, slower now but just as intense, a way to ground yourselves after the chaos of the case. Emily’s hands slid over your back, holding you close, and you let yourself sink into her, feeling the tension in your body finally ease. The weight of everything—the long hours, the children’s faces, the endless cycle of chasing darkness—seemed to lift with each shared breath.

When the high broke, it was like coming up for air after being submerged for too long. Both of you stilled, breathless and spent, bodies still tangled together as the energy between you shifted into something gentler, softer. Emily rested her head on your shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around your waist, as though letting go might bring the world crashing back in. Her fingers moved absently along your skin, a grounding motion more for her than for you.

You turned slightly to look at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. Her dark eyes met yours, no longer guarded. There was a softness in her expression she rarely let anyone see—a vulnerability reserved for you alone. It was a part of Emily she kept locked away, buried beneath layers of composure and strength, but here, in the quiet of your shared sanctuary, she let you see it.

“I needed that,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, yet it carried the weight of her exhaustion. “I needed you.”

Your heart ached at the honesty in her words, and you reached out, running a hand along her arm. “I’m here,” you said simply but with conviction. “I’m always here, Emily.”

She sighed, her body sinking further against yours as though your words had given her permission to let go. “It’s just… too much sometimes,” she murmured, her voice cracking slightly. “The cases, the victims, the choices we have to make. I keep it together out there, but when it’s over, it feels like it’s all going to crush me.”

Your chest tightened at her admission. Emily rarely talked about the toll the job took on her—not with anyone else, not even with the team. But with you, she let the walls come down, piece by piece. You cupped her face gently, guiding her to meet your gaze.

“It doesn’t have to crush you,” you said, your tone soft but firm. “You don’t have to carry it alone. Let me help. Lean on me, Emily. Please.”

Her jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought she might push back, but then her face crumpled just slightly, and she nodded. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she whispered, her voice unsteady. “You’re the only one I can… let this out with.”

“You won’t have to find out,” you assured her, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”

Emily’s hand settled on your hip, her thumb brushing lazily against your skin. The tension that had held her body rigid for hours finally began to ebb. She exhaled slowly, her breath warm against your neck, as though releasing the weight she had carried all day.

For a long while, neither of you spoke, the room quiet except for the sound of your breathing. The case, the emotions, the burden of it all—it wasn’t gone, but it felt lighter now. You could feel it in the way her body relaxed against yours, the way her hand stopped fidgeting and simply rested on you, the way her breathing evened out.

You pulled her closer, holding her as tightly as she held you, grounding her in the present. “You’re safe,” you murmured softly. “We’re safe. Just us.”

Emily lifted her head slightly, her dark eyes meeting yours again. The gratitude in her expression was so raw, so unguarded, it made your breath catch. She leaned in and kissed you again—not out of passion, but something deeper. It was a kiss of trust, of love, of everything she couldn’t quite put into words but poured into you all the same.

When she pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours, her fingers tangling with yours. “Thank you,” she said quietly, her voice steadier now.

“You don’t have to thank me,” you replied, brushing your thumb over her knuckles. “This is what we do for each other. I’m here, Emily. I always will be.”

She smiled faintly, the first genuine smile you’d seen from her since the case had started. “I’m holding you to that.”

“You should,” you teased lightly, earning a soft laugh from her. It was quiet, but it was real, and it was everything.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other. No barriers, no walls, just the safety of knowing you didn’t have to face the world alone. And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

Emily and Penelope:

That’s it, that’s the post.

[masterwords]

...hear me out

[ohwowimlonley]

reader being like "sorry I talked too much" and hotch being "nonono keep talking" because he loves to see your eyes glow up when you talk passionlately. this is literally for me im SO insecure about how much I talk like what am doing rn someone stop me 😩

Ugh I love you (and the rambles are about supernatural, watch it or I will cry)

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“So then, after Michael possesses Adams body, they fall into the pit together, and-“ you pause, watching as Aaron’s eyebrows pinch together, you presume from exhaustion, “sorry, I’m rambling, you’re probably tired, I’ll stop,”

You lean over and kiss him on the forehead, smiling at how his eyes slip closed at the contact. The both of you are tucked into bed, finally both at home after a week long case. You’d spent an hour trying to get Jack to calm down when you’d picked him up from Jessica’s, and another two reading him to sleep.

When you’d finally collapsed into bed, you switched on Supernatural, something you do most nights to decompress. Usually, you watch it in relative silence, but today you just couldn’t stop the verbal diarrhea from spilling out. You can’t help but feel bad for your poor boyfriend having to listen to your spiel about the show he seems utterly indifferent to.

“No no,” his gentle voice shakes you from your thoughts. His hand covers yours, which you hadn’t even noticed had moved to cover your mouth, “keep talking, it’s relaxing,”

“Even when I shout about the characters?” You smile, intertwining your fingers together and bringing them to rest on your lap. He nods quietly, the sound of his hair rustling against the pillow being the only sound in the room now you’ve paused the tv.

“Keep talking,” he encourages again, pressing a sleepy kiss to your shoulder. As you carry on with your ramblings, you pull him closer to you, cradling his head in your lap and stroking his hair and you rave on about your theories for the show, only stopping when his gentle snores disrupt the peace of the room.

[countrymusiclover]

Detective Stabler's Daughter

Y/n begins her Senior year of college in a Criminal Profiler class but she doesn't expect the professor to be so cute. They begin forming a romantic connection without her father Elliot Stabler knowing till she gets abducted. So Detective Stabler and Reid will have to team up together.

1 - Professor Reid

2 - Coffee Thank You

3 - The First Date

4 - Calling the BAU

5 - Finding my Way Back

6 -

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Comments really appreciated ❤️

Tag list - send an ask to be added @hiireadstuff @person-005 @kmc1989

[aperrywilliams]

Pandora’s Box (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

(Not my gif. Credits to the creator!)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spencer gets called for work on his day off while having breakfast with his wife. He doesn’t know this day will end worse than he thought.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Mention to prison. Mention of kidnapping. Cat Adams. If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: Written for this request. Two parts: this is the angsty one (sorry). How should Spencer make it up to Reader?

Part II

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Reader's POV

I always knew Spencer's job had its quirks. Granted, being an FBI agent is a dangerous job, and with my husband, this statement tends to be yet worse. Spencer has been kidnapped, drugged, shot in the knee, shot in the neck, framed for murder, incarcerated, and so on.

But after everything we've been through, one would expect things to settle down over time. Is it too much to ask?

I knew what was coming when the damn cell phone chimed that morning. It was Spencer's day off, and we had decided to go for breakfast at our favorite coffee shop since I had the day off too. It was rare we could match in our free time, and since we had both been very busy with our jobs, we wanted to enjoy that day.

Spencer gave me an apologetic look before answering the call.

"Reid," he spoke dryly. He wasn't happy about the interruption either.

While Pelenope surely told Spencer he should go to Quantico as soon as possible, I just stared at him—a glint of anticipated disappointment in my eyes.

"I'm so sorry," Spencer said, confirming my suspicions.

"Don't be. I know how it works." My answer was not reproachful, nor did I want to make him feel bad; instead, it was to clarify that I comprehended and accepted how our life's dynamic goes. "Don't worry, baby. I'm going to my dad's today and staying there. He's been asking me when I would have a sleepover with him," I commented. I knew Spencer would feel less guilty if I didn't spend too much time alone.

"Okay. That's good. And I promise I'll make it up to you," Spencer stated, getting up from his chair before planting an affectionate kiss on my forehead.

Don't make promises you can't keep, I thought.

Here is the thing. Spencer has good intentions, but time isn't on our side lately, so I only hoped we could have a chance to get at least a day to spend together with no interruptions upon his return.

After leaving the coffee shop, I stopped by the apartment to grab some clothes and headed to my dad's.

My dad greeted me in a tight embrace at the front door.

"I thought you would spend your day off with Spencer?" He asked once we parted from our hug.

I knew he was picturing a bad scenario. I'm not keen on sharing my marriage issues with my father, but he could tell there was something.

"Uh. Well. Spencer got called from work," I explained. My dad hummed, not saying anything. I regretted how I worded it because I hate portraying Spencer as the bad guy.

"What?" I asked.

"Everything is okay? I mean, between you and Spencer?" My dad questioned, concerned.

"Yeah. We are fine. Don't worry about us. Come on inside; you promised me movies and hot cocoa," I smiled at him, lacing my arm with his and heading inside the house.

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Spencer's POV

Cat Adams. That name only means disaster. I should have known that. This time I hoped she only had ruined my day off with my wife- something a little more bearable than being framed for murder and incarcerated.

Arriving at Quantico, Prentiss and Rossi explained to me what had happened. Cat's associate kidnaped a family and demanded the release of Cat Adams.

Really she thought that could be possible?

Emily told me they were bringing her in a few hours and that I should talk to her.

I didn’t know if I was ready to do that, but a family was in danger. I had to.

She looked so pleased to see me that I felt nauseous, and my mind flew to Milburn. She knew what she was doing, but I needed to control myself and have the upper hand somehow.

My entire demeanor changed when she voiced her demand: a date with me.

The mention of a 'date' with Cat Adams sounded twisted and insufferable. But not going could have been a mistake. Cat knew I wouldn't refuse, not after she said my wife's safety was in danger too.

Frantically I left the room to dial (Y/N)’s number, and it went straight to voicemail. She never turns off her phone. I called her dad, and he said she left the house for a job emergency without explaining too much.

I looked at Emily, who had already told Garcia to track my wife's location. Minutes later, Penelope told us she wasn't at her workplace and was nowhere to find. Her phone's signal went dead after she left her dad's house.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I didn’t know how, but Cat had her.

Rushing inside the room where Cat was, I slammed the table, demanding my wife's location. Cat, of course, laughed in my face.

"I guess now no one could interrupt our date," she dared with a smug grin.

Against all my judgment, I agreed to a plan I wasn't even sure about.

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Reader's POV

After Milburn, we talked with Spencer about the real danger we can be exposed to as a couple realizing the kind of job he had. Not that we didn't discuss it before, but the threat became real after that. We had a plan: if something happened, he would contact me directly - or through someone from the team - and if the communication could be compromised, I should get rid of my phone and not tell anybody my location.

When my phone rang that afternoon, we were watching a movie with my dad on the couch. I stood and answered in the hall. A sternly Spencer spoke: "This is an emergency. Met me at my old apartment. There is a key under the mat. Get rid of the phone and not tell anyone. Don't open the door to anyone, and wait for me there."

When I was about to ask what had happened, the call ended. I doubted for a moment. Spencer sounded so out of himself, but after what he had been through, I knew his job could stress him like that. So I just did what I was told.

I lied to my dad, telling him I had a job emergency, and left.

In my mind, I ran through all the possibilities, and none helped me stay calm. Everything could go wrong, like when Spencer went to Mexico without telling me.

Arriving at the apartment, I noticed the key was under the mat, as Spencer told me.

We always talked about what to do with his old place. Since we married, we got a new home, and Spencer rented his apartment. It happened that the last couple who rented it left a month ago, and we were still looking for a new tenant.

The place was almost empty. But still, some of Spencer's old books remained on the shelves. I took one to pass the time until Spencer could arrive. I didn't have my phone, so the only thing I could do was wait.

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Spencer's POV

The last thing I thought I would do was ice skating with the woman who framed me for murder and kidnapped my mom and now my wife. Cat enjoyed every minute of my torture, and I just wanted to end it. My mind ran fast to catch any lead that could help me, but Cat knew me better. I don’t like to say it, but she, indeed, knew me better.

"So, I wasn't shocked when I discovered you married to that girl. I was shocked, though, knowing how neglected you have had her," she said casually, doing spins on the ice.

"You don't know what you are saying," I scoffed, trying to sound calm, but I hated how she dared to talk about (Y/N) and me.

"Don't I? So you will tell me you haven't canceled dates or left her for cases very often? That isn't good, Spencie, nothing good," Cat mocked.

I didn't want to give in that much, but how the hell this woman always managed to get under my skin? It's not that I wasn't aware of my messy schedule, but we always agreed with (Y/N) that it was my job, and she understood. Lately, though, things have been getting worse in that matter, and on that, Cat had a point.

When we married, I promised (Y/N) to slow down my job rhythm. After Milburn, I thought I had had enough, and it was time to focus on my life. It worked initially, but as the honeymoon phase ended, I did not slow down and even started overworking myself.

Everything I have been doing in the past months seemed like a stupid decision that had (Y/N) in danger because of my job now. If something terrible happened to her, I would never forgive myself.

“I know you’re waiting for me to slip a clue. But you will not get anything if you don’t show me your old apartment,” Cat demanded.

Now I was utterly confused. Why Cat wanted that?

The thing with Cat is always this way. She has a secret agenda you can’t decipher until it’s too late. I was afraid of that, but not giving up on her demands would put people in danger. I hadn’t an option.

“Why did you marry, anyway? You know you can be with anyone,” Cat spoke as we were being driven in the van. I snapped my head up. Cat shrugged. “What? I am right. Your job is everything to you, Spencie. Don’t lie to yourself; you can’t have a normal life. Not when we know we are so alike.”

“You don’t know anything. I love my wife,” I stated. Cat scoffed.

“I know enough. Tell me, does your wife know where you are now? Does she knows you are with me?” She asked, looking at me intensely. I averted my gaze. Cat was right, but her reasoning was wrong. I don’t like to tell (Y/N) much about my job because it’s not fair to put that burden on her. Not after we have been through. It’s not a matter of trust.

We got to the building and got out of the van. Cat took my arm as armed FBI agents escorted us—a show worth seeing, and I just wanted to forget.

Arriving at the apartment door, I took out my keys to open the lock, but before doing so, Cat stopped me.

“Did you mean it?”

“What?”

“That you love your wife?”

“Of course I do!” I replied, exasperated.

“Show me,” she demanded. But I didn’t understand what she was asking. My confusion was evident. “Show me how you love her. Kiss me the way you would kiss her,” Cat requested. My eyes widened.

“What? No! I will not do that.”

“You will. If you want to see your wife and that family alive again, you will,” she retorted.

I was about to lose my patience. In the last three hours, Cat had just made me go in circles. But I knew what she could do, and I was terrified that her threats would come true.

I took a deep breath before leaning to kiss her. I knew it was wrong, but I just wanted to end this night and find my wife and the missing family. Before my lips reached hers, Cat stopped me.

“I told you, Spencie. Do it like I’m her. Make it good. I will know if you are pretending,” she warned.

Fuck. What a twisted mind.

I gathered my composure, and I tried to imagine that it was (Y/N) in front of me and not Cat. I cupped her cheeks, the way I like to do with (Y/N), and leaned again. This time with no hesitation. It had to look real.

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Reader's POV

I heard a commotion outside; I couldn't determine who was talking in the hallway. I froze in the spot, my eyes fixed on the entrance door. Then I noticed the handle turning and the door opening wide.

What I saw made my brain stop working.

Spencer was on the threshold kissing a woman.

Did I say kissing? Scratch that. He was devouring her mouth. And they were enjoying it, I could tell. She was the one who ended the kiss, and I swore I saw Spencer follow her lips for more. The woman turned to see me. Then Spencer noticed I was inside, witnessing how he- my husband - kissed a woman that wasn't me. His eyes widened, leaving his grasp on the woman's cheeks to walk to me.

“(Y/N)? What- what are you doing here? I thought you- that she has-" he stuttered.

I can't tell if it was for nerves, shock, or the fact he had been caught. It didn't matter, though. I was not in a condition to say anything. I just stood there, looking like a kicked puppy. I hated it.

“Fuck!” He cursed as if he had realized what was going on. The problem was I didn’t know anything, and my mind ran with the worst scenery possible.

"Ups," the girl teased. That's when I truly focused on her. I knew this woman. I'm sure I did. Then it hit me. Cat Adams? Seriously?

"What is this?" I barely articulated, shifting my gaze between Spencer and Cat.

"I - I thought she had kidnapped you! She did it with a family. I was so worried," Spencer explained, reaching to grab my hands, which I snatched away. I didn't feel like being touched by him, not after what I saw.

"I can tell you were worried," I spat. Cat started laughing.

"She has quite a sense of humor. I like her," Cat commented, looking between Spencer and me.

Oh, she was enjoying this. And my rational self told me it was better to shut up until I could understand what all about was, but my emotional side got to win this time.

"And you wanted me here for this? Your urgent case was about her? Jeez, Spencer, I thought you were done with this psycho," I pointed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Oh, darling. You should know by now that Spencer is obsessed with me. How do you explain what you saw? He was kissing the same woman who got him in jail for three months. Maybe it's a kind of Stockholm, who knows," Cat taunted, shrugging like she was clueless. My eyes shot daggers at her. It was infuriating how her words echoed in my brain.

"(Y/N), don't listen to her. She is playing games right now. She wants you mad," Spencer tried to explain. And maybe he was right. But the smug look on her only fueled my anger. I didn't want to snap, though.

"Yeah, you can tell yourself that if it makes you happy," I deadpanned. Cat chuckled.

“Uh-oh. That sounds like jealousy to me.”

"Stop it! Cat, where is the family?" Spencer grabbed her arm suddenly. Her smug smile never faded.

"Easy, Spencie. What are you going to do? Throw me against a wall again?"

What? When did that happen?

Spencer's face went pale as his eyes met mine.

"Ouch. Someone didn't know that," Cat teased. I didn't know what face I had, but Spencer left the grip of Cat's arm and turned to me. "You should tell her, Spencie. She won't believe me if I do."

"You did what?" I asked in disbelief.

When Spencer was about to say something, Luke rushed inside.

"We got them!"

Them? What the fuck was happening?

"Now that's when we were having fun! Not fair!"

Cat pouted with dissatisfaction.

Spencer's eyes never left mine, pleading for me not to jump and hit him - or her.

"Take her out," he sternly told Luke, who rushed to do so.

"It was nice to meet you, (Y/N). Hope Spencer can tell you more of our story,” she taunted before crossing the threshold. Luke took the precaution of closing the door behind them, leaving with Cat and the other FBI field agents.

And just like that, we were alone with Spencer. Cat wasn't in the apartment anymore, but her words and presence remained heavy in the air.

Spencer’s hands were shaking, and they tried to reach mine again. I didn’t let him, though, as I stepped back.

It was all so confusing. And even if there were a logical explanation for this, the nerves and the anger were too much to try to understand.

“(Y/N), baby. I can explain. It was a trap. Cat orchestrated the whole thing, and I didn’t notice her real intentions until now. You have to believe me,” Spencer sputtered, faster than I had seen him speak in a long time. I shook my head.

“You called me. You told me we were in danger and asked me to come here, Spencer,” I tried to reason with him. He did this; why?

Spencer’s eyes widened.

“No, no, no. No! I did not. I don’t know how it happened, but I didn’t call you. It wasn’t me. I thought you were kidnapped! Cat told me if I didn’t do what she wanted, she would hurt you!”

I scoffed.

“How convenient that sounds, uh?”

Spencer sighed. He didn’t know what to say, and honestly, I didn’t have the energy to help him.

“(Y/N), please. You can ask the team. Penelope tried to track your location. I called your dad! It’s all a misunderstanding.”

I felt bad for Spencer. He looked exhausted, and he was likely telling the truth. But that wasn't enough to erase the image of my husband kissing Cat Adams. That qualifies as cheating, right?

I wanted to slap him across the face. Fucking Spencer Reid!

“A misunderstanding? Not a biggie, right?”

I hated feeling like this, but I couldn't help it. The more Spencer tried to explain, the more my blood boiled. Was I being unfair to him? Maybe. But after months of his work interfering in our lives, I was already fed up. This was the last straw.

"I didn't mean it like it wasn't important. Can we please talk about this more calmly at home?"

No, we can not, I wanted to say.

"Before your phone rings again and you must leave on another case?"

Shit, that just came out of my mouth.

“(Y/N)…” Spencer started to speak, but I cut him off. It wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have right now.

“You know what? I think it’s better we take a break for this night. I’m going to my dad’s. He must have been worried after I left,” I said, trying to contain my shaky voice. I grabbed my purse and walked to the door.

Spencer stared after me, pleading with his eyes for me not to leave. I decided to ignore it. I needed to think and cool my head. I believe this is the wake-up call I feared might happen. Maybe Cat Adams had opened another Pandora's box tonight.

Part II

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[wistfulwatcher]

Ever since I was arrested, I have sold out every value I've held dear. And when you do that, it gets harder and harder to tell the difference between a conspiracy and a conspiracy theory.

[spindlyspidercat]

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[ihatethecrowdsyouknowthat]

13 and 14 on the question list

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13: Biggest turn ons

probs praise, hands and spencer reid

14: Biggest turn offs

i really don't like dirty talk. that's unpopular ik but it just feels kind of icky like IK WHAT WE'RE DOING YOU DON'T NEED TO SAY IT?

[kiwriteswords]

But Hotch wears his watch on his left hand??

Yeah, that was kinda the point I was trying to make with the gif set, that although he is left-handed, to the outward looking world, he comes off as a right handed person—much like a boxer would in a fight. Not wanting the opposing person to know your handed-ness is typically a leg up on someone and can really benefit someone like a boxer—or Hotch in this instance when it comes to unsubs and his line of work.

I’m left-handed and I wear my watch on my right hand, whereas Hotch does on his left. It would drive me insane when I write, so I would be curious if that’s a TG choice or characterization thing.

He also punches with his right hand, shoots right-handed, reaches for his phone with his right hand, but answers a good amount of the time with his left. He writes and uses utensils with his left—mostly favors his left when it comes to daily tasks, but when it comes to appearances, he uses his right.

[i-live-in-spite]

Asking all those who got Matthew's goober pumpkin, did y'all get one or two boxes. I have 2 boxes and they're at my parents home so I have no idea what's in the 2nd one.

[badathumanemotions]

Hi, I really like your fics and I have a question. Can you write either a nsfw Elle Greenaway x reader x Jennifer Jareau, or a nsfw Elle Greenaway x reader where Elle is jealous of the reader for flirting with JJ?

For One Night Only

Elle Greenaway x Reader x JJ MDNI Masterlist Category: Smut CW: Smut, Threesome, Lesbian Sex, Nude Picture, Oral Sex, Face Sitting, Fingering, FingerFucking, Tribbing/Scissoring, Possessive Behaviour, Dom/Sub Undertones. WC: 11,185 (Not Proof Read)

Elle was in the break room, her thumbs dancing across the screen of her phone, scrolling through an endless feed of social media updates. The muffled sounds of the office beyond the door melded into a comforting background murmur, a gentle white noise to accompany her procrastination.

As the door swung open, a burst of laughter and chatter spilled in, and JJ stepped inside with a spring in her step. "Hey, Elle," she chirped, her eyes immediately drawn to the phone in her colleague's hand. It was an innocent glance, a casual curiosity, until her gaze froze. On the screen was an image that didn't quite match the office decor: a photo of you, naked, in a pose that could only be for Elle. The photo was candid, intimate, and JJ felt a sudden heat rise to her cheeks. She tried to look away, but her eyes kept darting back, drawn to the way your skin glowed against the bed sheets and the soft curve of your hips. It was a moment that was clearly not meant for her, and yet, there it was, seared into her brain.

The air in the room grew thick with the unspoken tension, and Elle looked up, her thumb hovering over the screen. She caught JJ's gaze, her eyes widening with horror as she realized what had happened. "Oh my God," she yelped, slapping her hand over the phone screen. "JJ, I'm so sorry!" But the damage was done. The image remained burned in JJ's mind, and she could feel her heart racing. She forced a smile, trying to play it cool, but the flush on her cheeks and the way she couldn't quite hold eye contact gave her away.

"It's… it's okay," JJ managed to stutter out, her voice a little too high. She grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, her hand shaking slightly, and took a sip to compose herself. "I just… I'll… I'll just…" she trailed off, gesturing vaguely towards the door. "I've got… I've got to get back to work."

As she turned to leave, she couldn't help but bump into you. It was an innocent enough collision, but the way her cheeks turned crimson suggested it was anything but. She mumbled an apology, her eyes darting everywhere but your face. She stumbled back, knocking into the counter, her hand reaching out to steady herself. Her touch lingered for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, and the air grew charged with something that was definitely not office professionalism.

You looked at her, puzzled by her strange behaviour. "Are you okay, JJ?" you asked, a hint of concern in your voice. She nodded, too quickly, and took a step back, her eyes finally meeting yours. They were filled with a mix of embarrassment and something else - something that sent a thrill through you. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just… I've got to go. To get back to work."

JJ practically bolted from the break room, leaving you and Elle to exchange confused glances. "What's up with her?" you wondered aloud. Elle looked at you with an expression that was both amused and apologetic. "I think she saw something she wasn't supposed to," she said. "It was just a mistake. I didn't mean for her to see it."

You frowned, not quite understanding. "What did she see?"

Elle took a deep breath, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "It was… it was a photo of you," she admitted, her voice low. "A personal one, from my camera roll." She couldn't quite meet your eyes, focusing instead on the floor tiles as if they might offer some semblance of an explanation.

You felt a wave of mortification wash over you, understanding immediately what had caused JJ's reaction. It was a private moment, one that wasn't meant to be shared with anyone else, especially not your colleagues. But as you processed the situation, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. You were upset, yes, but also a bit… excited? The thought of JJ seeing you like that, of her looking at you with desire in her eyes, was surprisingly thrilling.

Elle's cheeks were still pink as she apologized again, her voice sincere and filled with regret. "I'm so sorry," she said, her eyes flickering towards the now-locked screen of her phone.

You took a moment to process everything before finally letting out a sigh. "It's okay," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the racing of your heart. You knew that the situation was awkward, but you also knew that JJ was your professional partner and friend, and that this was just a misunderstanding. "It's not a big deal, really," you assured her, flashing a smile to ease the tension.

For the rest of the day, JJ avoided eye contact with you like it was her job. Every time you passed her in the hallway, she would quickly look away, her cheeks a rosy shade of red that stood out starkly against her fair skin. In the briefing room, she fidgeted with her files, her eyes glancing up at you before darting away again. Yet, you couldn't help but feel a strange thrill every time you caught her staring. It was as if she couldn't help herself, her curiosity piqued by the glimpse she'd gotten earlier.

The following days were a dance of tension and subtle flirtation. JJ would "accidentally" brush against you as you both grabbed coffee in the morning, her hand lingering just a little too long on the small of your back. She'd lean over your desk to discuss a case, her breasts pressing against your arm, and you'd catch her gaze lingering on your mouth when you spoke. It was a game you weren't quite sure you were playing, but it was clear that she was enjoying it.

Elle noticed the change in JJ's behaviour almost immediately. She saw the way JJ's eyes followed you around the office, the way she'd laugh a little too hard at your jokes, and how she'd find any excuse to be close to you. At first, Elle was confused, but as the days went on, she started to put the pieces together. The accidental photo had sparked something in JJ, something that was now simmering just beneath the surface.

Her response was instinctual. A twinge of jealousy shot through her, and she found herself wanting to mark her territory, to remind JJ and the rest of the team that you belonged to her. She began to show more PDA around the office, her hand often finding its way to yours as you walked side by side, her hand resting on your thigh during tense briefings, and her lips brushing against your cheek in a lingering kiss when you left for the night. It was subtle, but enough to make her point without being overly obvious.

But JJ's glances grew bolder. You'd catch her staring at you during breaks, her gaze lingering on your body in a way that was unmistakably hungry. It was like she was seeing you anew, and it was intoxicating. You felt like the star of your own secret show, with an audience of one. You had to admit, it was a thrill, knowing that you had that kind of power over her.

One night, as you lay tangled in the sheets with Elle, the tension of the day weighing heavily on your mind, you couldn't hold back your curiosity anymore. "Elle," you whispered into the darkness, "have you noticed anything… different about JJ lately?"

Elle's eyes fluttered open, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You mean the way she looks at you?" she asked. She rolled onto her side, her hand tracing patterns on your skin. "I can't say I'm surprised," she said, her eyes gleaming in the low light.

You felt your heart skip a beat. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice hesitant.

Elle propped herself up on one elbow, her gaze intense. "It's obvious, she's into you," she said matter-of-factly. "But don't worry, I trust you."

You swallowed hard, the thought of JJ's desire for you mixing with the reality of your relationship with Elle. "What if… what if we did something about it?" you ventured, feeling the excitement build in your voice. "What if we… invited her to join us? Just for a night."

Elle's hand stilled on your skin, and she studied your face for a long moment. You could see the cogs turning in her mind, weighing the implications of your words. "A threesome?" she finally said, her voice barely a whisper. You nodded, feeling a blush creep up your neck.

At first, she wanted to say no. The very thought of someone else's hands on you, someone else's lips against your skin, filled her with a primal possessiveness that was almost overwhelming. But as she looked into your eyes, she saw the excitement there, the raw desire, and something within her softened. It was a strange sensation, one that she didn't quite understand, but it was there all the same.

Elle took a deep breath, her hand still hovering over your skin. She tried to imagine it, to open herself up to the possibility. You, with JJ. The idea was both terrifying and exhilarating, a cocktail of emotions that had her heart racing. She'd seen the way JJ had looked at you these past few days, the way her eyes had darkened and her smile had turned a little too sweet. It was clear that the line between professional and personal had been blurred, and maybe it was time to embrace that.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours. "Okay," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

But before you could revel in the victory of your proposal, she sat up with sudden resolve. "But I want to talk to her first," Elle said firmly. You nodded, understanding her need to set the boundaries and ensure everyone involved knew what was happening.

The next day at work, you found yourself waiting with bated breath for the moment when Elle would approach JJ. It was during lunch, when the office was mostly deserted, that Elle took JJ aside. You watched from a distance, unable to hear the hushed conversation but reading the emotions on their faces as if they were an open book. JJ's eyes grew wide with shock, then heated with interest, and finally softened with a look that was unmistakable: she was intrigued.

After work, JJ agreed to meet Elle at a nearby bar. The tension in the air was palpable as they sat down across from each other, the dim lights casting shadows on their faces and the clinking of glasses the only sound in the intimate setting. JJ played with her drink nervously, her eyes flicking up to meet Elle's every so often. The wheels turning in her mind as she tried to process what was happening.

Elle leaned forward, her voice low and serious. "JJ, if we do this, it's a one-time thing," she began, her eyes locking onto JJ's. "We need to be clear about that."

JJ's gaze held hers, a mix of excitement and apprehension playing out across her features. She nodded slowly, swirling the amber liquid in her glass. "Okay," she .

Elle took another sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving JJ's. "And no strings attached," she continued, her voice firm but not unkind. "We do this, we enjoy it, and then we go back to being colleagues and friends."

JJ nodded, her heart racing. "I understand," she said, her voice a little shakier than she'd intended. She knew it was a risk, but the allure of you was too strong to resist. She could feel the heat in her cheeks as she thought about what was to come.

Elle leaned in closer, her eyes intense. "We'll use the stop light system," she whispered, her breath warm against JJ's cheek. "If anything makes you uncomfortable, you just say 'red'. We'll stop immediately, no questions asked."

JJ's pupils dilated, the excitement and anticipation building in the air between them. She nodded, her voice a barely audible murmur. "Okay."

Elle sat back, taking a deep breath. "Good," she said, her eyes searching JJ's face for any signs of doubt. "Now, there's something else we need to discuss." She paused. "No kissing on the mouth. It's a boundary I need to keep."

JJ's expression was a mix of relief and disappointment, but she nodded solemnly. "Understood," she murmured. The idea of not being able to kiss you fully was a blow, but she knew it was important to respect Elle's wishes.

Elle studied JJ for a moment, her eyes searching for any signs of hesitation. "Is there anything you want to add?" she asked, giving JJ the chance to voice any concerns or boundaries of her own.

JJ took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. "I… I don't know," she said. "This is all so new to me." She took a sip of her drink, the ice clinking against the glass as she tried to compose herself. "But… I trust you both. If it's something you're okay with, then I'm okay with it."

Elle nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Good," she said. "Now, we need to set a time and place." She leaned back in her seat. "How about this Friday evening? At my place?" She raised an eyebrow at JJ, who nodded slowly, her cheeks flaming.

The week leading up to Friday was a rollercoaster of emotions for all three of you. You found yourself both excited and nervous at the thought of the upcoming encounter, wondering if this was a good idea or if it would ruin the dynamics of your relationship with Elle and your friendship with JJ. You couldn't help but feel a thrill every time you caught JJ looking at you.

Elle, on the other hand, was torn between the thrill of the taboo and the fear of the unknown. She knew it was a risky move, but something about the situation had her intrigued. The thought of watching you with someone else, of seeing you lost in pleasure, was a turn-on she hadn't expected.

Friday night arrived with the kind of anticipation that made the air feel electric. You and Elle were at her place, the walls of the apartment humming with an unspoken excitement. The living room was dimly lit, the only sound the low murmur of a jazz record playing in the background. You both knew what was about to happen, but the reality of it all still felt like a thrilling secret.

Elle looked over at you, her eyes dark with desire. She could feel the tension in your body, the way your muscles were coiled tight like a spring ready to release. She patted her thigh with a knowing smile. "Come here," she said softly. "Let me help you relax."

You swallowed hard, the anticipation making your throat dry. Slowly, you approached her, feeling the weight of Elle's gaze on you as you moved. When you settled into her lap, she wrapped her arms around your waist, her fingers playing gently with the hem of your shirt. You could feel the heat of her body against yours, and the scent of her perfume filled your nose, making you feel both safe and incredibly aroused.

She leaned in and captured your lips in a soft, sweet kiss. It was gentle and tender, unlike the passionate kisses you usually shared, but it was filled with a promise of something more. It was a kiss that said she cared, that she wanted this to be special, and that she was in control. You melted into her embrace, your body relaxing as her tongue danced with yours. It was a moment of pure intimacy, a silent reassurance that no matter what happened tonight, you were hers.

As the kiss broke, you heard the soft knock at the door. JJ was here. You could feel the nerves in your stomach, a mix of excitement and fear. You looked at Elle, her eyes dark and hungry, and took a deep breath. It was showtime.

Elle answered the door, and JJ stepped inside, looking absolutely stunning. She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, her hair cascading down her shoulders in soft waves. You felt your pulse quicken at the sight of her.

"Hi," JJ said, her voice a little shakier than usual. She held up a bottle of wine she'd brought as an offering. "I hope this helps."

Elle took the bottle with a smile, her eyes sweeping over JJ's figure appreciatively. "Thanks," she said. "Why don't you have a seat?"

You remained perched on the edge of the couch, your heart hammering in your chest as you watched the two of them interact. JJ's eyes found yours, and you could see the mix of excitement and trepidation in them. She took a seat on the chair opposite, her legs crossed, her hands folded in her lap.

Elle busied herself with opening the wine, her movements deliberate and controlled. She poured three glasses, handing one to you and another to JJ before taking a seat next to you on the couch. "Cheers," she said, holding up her glass. You clinked yours against hers, the sound echoing in the tense silence.

JJ took a sip of her wine, her eyes darting between you two. She was clearly nervous, but the way she licked her lips and fidgeted in her seat spoke volumes about her desire. You felt your own anticipation build as you watched her, her every move calculated to drive you wild.

Elle leaned back into the couch, her eyes gleaming as she took a sip of her wine. "You know, I was thinking," she began, her voice a purr. "You look absolutely gorgeous tonight. Why don't you show JJ that pretty lilac lingerie set you bought last week?"

The words hung in the air, heavy with suggestion, and you felt a thrill run through you. You knew she was taking charge, guiding the evening's events, but you couldn't deny the excitement that bubbled up at the idea of performing for both of them. You nodded slowly, setting your wine glass down on the coffee table with a gentle clink.

Standing up, you walked over to where JJ sat, her eyes on you the entire time. You could see the hunger in them, the way she took in every step you took. When you reached her, you bent down and whispered in her ear, "Would you like to see it?"

JJ's breath hitched, and she nodded, unable to form words. You took her hand and led her to the bedroom, the soft caress of your skin against hers sending waves of desire through her body. The room was lit by the soft glow of lamps, obscuring part of the room in shadows. You turned to face her, your hands slowly lifting up your shirt.

Her eyes followed the movement, her breathing becoming more rapid as you revealed your torso, the muscles of your stomach jumping. She couldn't believe she was here, about to see you in a way she never had before. You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your jeans and began to pull them down, revealing the matching lilac lace of your panties. Your hips swayed gently as you stepped out of the denim pools at your feet, leaving you standing before her in nothing but your underwear.

The sight was intoxicating, and JJ felt her own body responding to the display. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as you turned around, giving her a full view of your ass, perfectly framed by the delicate lace. You looked over your shoulder, a playful smirk on your lips.

Elle sauntered over to you, her hips swaying with a confidence that seemed to fill the room. She stopped behind you, her hands running up your sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She didn't touch your breasts, not yet, but her fingertips danced just beneath them, teasing the sensitive skin. "Well, JJ," she purred, her breath warm against your neck. "What do you think?"

JJ's eyes were glued to you, watching every move like it was a scene from a movie. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she took in the sight of you. "I think… I think it looks beautiful," she managed to get out, her voice stumbling over her desire.

With a knowing smile, Elle leaned in closer to your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "Go ahead and take it off," she whispered, her voice a seductive command. You felt a shiver run down your spine, the anticipation building as you reached around to unclasp your bra. The fabric fell away, revealing your bare breasts to the cool air of the room. JJ's eyes widened, her gaze hungry as she took in the sight.

Elle's hands slid down to your waist, her fingers unhooking your panties. "And these," she said, her voice a low growl of approval. You stepped out of them, now fully exposed to JJ's gaze.

JJ sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes devouring every inch of you. You could see the want in them, the desire that mirrored your own. It was as if she was committing every curve and freckle to memory, and the thought had you feeling both vulnerable and incredibly powerful.

Tentatively, she reached out a hand, her fingers brushing against the smooth skin of your hip. The touch was light, almost innocent, but the electricity that sparked between you was anything but. You sucked in a sharp breath, the sensation sending goosebumps across your body. JJ's hand hovered for a moment, as if unsure if it was allowed to continue its exploration, but then, as if she'd made up her mind, her fingertips traced a line along the curve of your waist, sending shivers down your spine.

Her gaze remained locked on yours, searching for any sign of rejection, but all she found was an answering hunger, a need that mirrored her own. You took a step closer, closing the distance between you, and she let out a soft gasp as your bodies touched. The heat of your skin against hers was intoxicating, a silent invitation to keep going.

With trembling hands, JJ began to explore your body. She started with your shoulders, her fingertips gliding over your collarbones, tracing the lines of your neck down to your chest. Each touch was feather-light, as if she were afraid to break the delicate spell that had been woven between the three of you.

She reached behind her own neck to unzip her dress, the fabric parting to reveal the matching black lace of her lingerie. Her breasts were full and round, the lace pushing them up to form a tantalizing display. You stepped closer, the heat between you growing as she let the dress slip down her arms, pooling around her waist.

JJ's eyes never left your body, but she could feel the shift in the room as Elle joined the game. She watched, almost in awe, as Elle stepped out of the dress, leaving her in nothing but the scrap of lace that barely contained her. The sight was breathtaking, and she felt a sudden jolt of desire. It was a stark reminder that this was a package deal, and she was now the third wheel in a passionate love affair.

Elle stepped closer, her eyes a storm of emotions as she took in the sight of JJ's hands on you. Jealousy flared in her stomach, a knot of possessiveness that she had anticipated. But she pushed it down, reminding herself that this was all part of the thrill, part of the experience. Instead, she focused on JJ, her own hands moving to the other woman's shoulders, her fingertips tracing the delicate lace of her bra.

In one swift motion, all three of you were undressed, the clothes scattered on the floor like a trail of breadcrumbs leading to this moment. The bed beckoned, a sea of rumpled sheets and pillows, and before you knew it, you were on the bed with JJ straddling you, her thighs pressing against your hips. She looked down at you, her eyes searching, her breathing erratic. You could feel the heat of her core against you, and it was all you could do to keep from reaching up and touching her.

Elle watched the two of you, a mix of arousal and possessiveness in her gaze. She climbed onto the bed, her body moving with the grace of a panther. Her hands found your face, tilting it up to meet hers as she claimed your mouth in a fiery kiss. You could feel JJ's body tense against yours, the anticipation building as she watched her friend claim you so openly.

JJ's hands moved to your breasts, her touch tentative at first before growing bolder. She explored the soft mounds, her thumbs brushing against your sensitive nipples. You moaned into Elle's mouth, the sensation making your back arch off the bed. It was a sound that seemed to ignite something within JJ, her touch growing more insistent, her movements more urgent.

Elle pulled away from the kiss, her eyes dark with desire as she watched JJ's hands on your body. She leaned down to kiss a trail down your neck, her teeth grazing your skin lightly as she went.

JJ's touch grew more confident, her thumbs and forefingers playing with your hardened nipples. You whimpered, the pleasure shooting straight to your core. Elle's hand slid down your body, her fingertips grazing JJ's as she meet her at your breasts.

The tension between them was palpable, an unspoken battle of dominance as their hands moved in unison on your body. It was almost as if Elle was reminding JJ that she was the one in control, the one who had brought you both here. Her touch was firm, almost possessive, as if she was staking a claim on every inch of your skin.

JJ's fingertips trailed downward, her touch featherlight as it approached the apex of your thighs. She watched your reaction, her eyes searching for any sign of resistance. But all she found was a deepening need, a silent plea for more. With a soft moan, you spread your legs, inviting her closer.

Her hand hovered for a moment, as if asking permission, before finally touching your sex. The contact was electric, sending a jolt through your body that made you gasp. You watched as Elle's eyes narrowed slightly, her full lips pressing into a tight line. It was a subtle expression, but one that didn't go unnoticed by either of you.

As the tension grew, you knew you had to intervene. This wasn't about one-upping each other or claiming territory. It was about exploration and pleasure, and if it continued down this path, it would only lead to hurt feelings and regret. You gently pushed JJ's hand aside and sat up.

"JJ, can I have a moment with Elle?" you asked, your voice low and steady. You didn't want to make it seem like you were cutting her out, but you needed to have a private conversation with your girlfriend. She nodded, a little dazed by the intensity of the situation.

You took Elle's hand, leading her out into the hallway. The coolness of the wall against your bare skin was a bit of a shock compared to the heat of the room you'd just left. "Is everything okay?" you asked, looking into her eyes.

Elle took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to compose herself. "I… I don't know," she admitted, her voice tight. "I'm just finding it harder to push aside the jealousy than I thought I would."

You searched her eyes, the depth of her feelings written clearly on her face. "I know this isn't easy for you," you said, your voice soothing. "But remember, we're in this together. This is about all three of us enjoying ourselves, not about competition."

Elle nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. "I know," she said, her voice tight. "But it's just…" She trailed off, unsure of how to put her emotions into words. You leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Is there anything that would help?" you whispered, your voice filled with concern. "Something we can do to make this easier for you?"

Elle took a deep breath, her eyes searching yours. "Maybe if… if I was the one guiding JJ's movements," she suggested, a hint of colour returning to her cheeks. "That way, it feels more like I'm in control, like I'm the one deciding how things go."

You nodded, understanding the complex dance of emotions that was playing out in her mind. "Okay," you murmured, your voice a gentle reassurance. "Let's go back in there, and you can take the lead."

Hand in hand, you returned to the bedroom. JJ was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes flicking up to meet yours before dropping back down to her hands, which were nervously twisting in her lap. She looked up at Elle with a question in her eyes, and you knew she could feel the shift in the atmosphere.

"JJ," you began, your voice firm but gentle. "We need to talk."

JJ's heart sank. She had been so lost in the moment that she had forgotten about the boundaries, about the delicate balance of emotions and power dynamics at play. She braced herself, expecting the worst. Was this it? The moment where everything unravelled and she was left feeling like an outsider?

But instead, Elle took charge, her voice firm yet gentle. "JJ," she began, "you know how much I care for you, right?" JJ nodded, unsure of where this was heading. "Good," Elle continued. "Then you'll understand that I need to be the one guiding this. It's not about controlling you or taking away from your experience, it's just… I need to be the one setting the pace tonight."

JJ looked at her, a mix of relief and excitement in her eyes. She hadn't realized how much she'd been holding her breath, waiting for a rejection. "I understand," she said, her voice a little shaky. "Whatever you need, I'm here for it."

Elle pulled up a chair to the side of the bed, her movements smooth and deliberate. She sat down, her eyes meeting yours as she gestured for you to join JJ on the bed. You felt a shiver of anticipation at the sight of her sitting there, her legs crossed, her expression a mix of excitement and challenge. She was taking control, and you knew that was exactly what she needed to feel comfortable with this situation.

"Lay back," she instructed, her voice firm. You did as she said, your heart racing as you watched her. "Now, JJ," she said, turning her attention to the other woman. "Straddle her face. I want her to show you how talented her mouth is."

JJ looked at you with a mix of excitement and trepidation, but she obeyed, her legs parting as she positioned herself over your head. You could feel the heat of her core against your lips, and the scent of her arousal filled the air. It was a heady, intoxicating aroma that made your mouth water.

With a deep breath, you leaned in, your tongue flicking out to taste her for the first time. JJ's body tensed, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt you begin to explore her folds. Your mouth closed around her clit, sucking gently at first, then with more insistence as you felt her body begin to respond.

Elle's hand found your hair, her grip tightening as she watched the scene unfold. You could feel her eyes on you, the heat of her gaze almost as intense as the pleasure building in JJ. She began to give instructions, her voice a sultry whisper. "Use your hands," she said, her eyes never leaving the sight of your mouth on JJ's body.

JJ's legs began to tremble, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as you listened to Elle's guidance. Your hands found her hips, holding her in place as your mouth continued its relentless assault. You felt the wetness of her arousal against your face, and the knowledge that you were the one bringing her pleasure was incredibly satisfying.

As you slid two fingers inside her, feeling her tightness grip you, JJ's body jolted, a muffled moan escaping her lips. You curled your fingers, finding that special spot, and she rocked her hips against your hand. The sound of her wetness filled the room, a rhythmic counterpoint to the soft, guttural noises she was making.

Elle had moved quietly behind her, and before you could even look up, her hands were on JJ's breasts, kneading and teasing the soft mounds. You watched as JJ's eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching towards the dual sensations. The sight of your girlfriend's hands on JJ was surprisingly hot, and you felt your own arousal spike.

Elle leaned in, her breath hot against JJ's neck as she whispered in her ear, "You like that, don't you?" JJ moaned in response, her hips moving in sync with your ministrations. You could feel the tension in her body, the way she was holding herself still, trying not to lose control too quickly.

You took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the scene before you: JJ's soft, full thighs framing your face, the way her stomach muscles tightened with every gasp of pleasure, the way her breasts bounced slightly with every thrust of your hand. Then, you did something you hadn't planned. You started to hum.

The vibration against JJ's clit was like a switch had been flipped. Her body jerked, a keening sound escaping her throat as she tried to stifle the noise. Her thighs clamped down around your head, but you didn't miss a beat. You hummed louder, the vibrations resonating through her entire core. It was a symphony of pleasure that she had never experienced before, and she could feel her orgasm building faster than she ever had.

Elle's voice was like a dark caress, her words sending a thrill through you. "You better thank me for sharing my toy with you," she murmured, her hand moving to JJ's chin, tilting her face up to look at her. "But remember, she's mine." The possessive glint in her eyes was unmistakable.

JJ's eyes fluttered closed, her body quivering with pleasure as you continued to tease her. You could feel the beginnings of her climax, the tightening of her muscles around your fingers. You didn't miss the hint of jealousy in Elle's voice, but it only served to fuel your desire, to make you want to give JJ the most mind-blowing experience possible.

Elle leaned in closer, her breath hot against JJ's ear. "How does it feel knowing that you're going to be thinking of her mouth for the rest of your life, but will never feel it on you again?" she whispered, a hint of satisfaction in her tone.

JJ could only whine in response, her hips grinding harder onto your mouth, unable to form coherent words. The sensation of your tongue against her clit was exquisite, a pleasure that bordered on pain. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet it was a feeling she craved more of. Her body was a live wire, every touch sending sparks through her veins.

Elle's fingers trailed down JJ's stomach, her nails scraping lightly against the sensitive skin. She watched with hooded eyes as your mouth worked its magic, the way JJ's body reacted to your every move. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she had the power to give this pleasure, to make this happen.

The room was filled with the sounds of JJ's gasps and whimpers, the slick sounds of your mouth on her skin. You could feel her getting closer, the tightness of her muscles, the way her body was coiling like a spring ready to snap. You increased the pressure, your tongue flicking faster, your humming growing more insistent.

And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her head thrown back, she let out a silent scream, her body rigid with pleasure. You could feel her pulsing around your fingers, her juices flowing freely onto your face. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, and you felt a surge of satisfaction knowing you had brought her to this peak.

Elle guided JJ's boneless body to the side of the bed, the other woman collapsing onto the soft mattress with a sigh. She was still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin flushed with the afterglow of climax. You took the opportunity to sit up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You met Elle's gaze, her eyes smouldering with desire.

Without a word, she crawled over you, her body a sleek, powerful machine of passion. Her breasts brushed against yours, sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. She positioned herself so that her hips were straddling your thighs, her own need clear and present. You could feel the heat of her, the wetness of her desire, and it made your own ache for release.

Then, she leaned down, her eyes locked on yours, and claimed your mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of desire and dominance, of a need to reclaim what was hers. Your hands found the small of her back, holding her tightly as she devoured you, her tongue dancing with yours in a dance of lust. She could taste the hint of JJ on your lips, a sweet and salty reminder of the pleasure you given.

Elle broke the kiss abruptly, turning her attention to the other woman. "There's no time for rest," she said, her voice a low, seductive command. She gestured to the space between your legs, the dampness of your arousal glistening in the dim light. "Get on your hands and knees."

JJ complied without hesitation, her own desire flaring as she took position. The sight of you, open and eager, was tantalizing. She could feel her own need pooling in her stomach, a desperate ache that was begging to be satisfied. She leaned in, her breath hot against your skin as she took in the scent of your desire.

"Go ahead," Elle urged, her voice a dark whisper in the quiet room. "Taste her. Show us what you can do."

JJ didn't need any more prompting. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste you for the first time. You watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, feeling her warm breath against your folds before she delved in deeper. Her tongue was a gentle, insistent force, exploring every inch of you with a hunger. You moaned, your hips bucking upward, seeking more of that exquisite pressure.

Elle's hand found its way to the back of JJ's head, her fingers threading through the soft strands of hair. She watched intently as JJ's mouth worked its magic on you, her own desire growing with every sound you made. With a light tug, she encouraged JJ to go deeper, and the other woman's back arched in response, her mouth never leaving your wetness.

Her other hand glided down JJ's spine, the smooth skin like silk under her fingertips. She felt the muscles tense and release with every movement. With a sudden, sharp movement, she slapped JJ's ass, the sound echoing in the room. The sting was surprising, a jolt of pain that sent a bolt of pleasure through JJ's body, making her gasp.

Elle smirked, watching the effect she had. She trailed her hand back down, her fingers dancing over the curve of JJ's hip before sliding between her legs. She felt the wetness there, a testament to how turned on the other woman was. Her own arousal grew, a throb in her core that she knew would only be satisfied when you were both begging for release.

With a sudden, firm movement, she slid two fingers into JJ's wetness, the obscene noise of the act making you both gasp. JJ's body jolted, her eyes flying open to meet yours. You watched, your breath hitching, as Elle's hand moved in a rhythmic pattern, her thumb pressing against JJ's clit with every thrust.

JJ's mouth grew sloppy against you, her focus fading in and out as she was bombarded with sensation. She was a mess of desire, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, her breathing ragged and shallow.

Elle, ever observant, noticed JJ's technique beginning to falter as she became lost in the haze of her own arousal. "Slower, JJ," she instructed, her voice low and velvety. "Feel the way she reacts to every stroke of your tongue."

JJ obeyed, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused solely on the task at hand. She traced the delicate folds of your sex with the tip of her tongue. You moaned, the sound low and needy, your hands moving to grip the bed sheets as you felt the beginnings of a climb towards ecstasy.

Elle's voice was authoritative, guiding JJ's every move. "Circles," she murmured, her hand moving to grip JJ's shoulder. "Now, lick upward, straight up the center." JJ followed her instructions to the letter, her tongue moving in perfect time with your gasps and whimpers.

"How does she taste?" Elle prompted, her fingers still slowly thrusting in and out of JJ's pussy. She paused, her tongue resting against your sensitive flesh, savouring the flavour that was uniquely you.

JJ's eyes snapped open, her gaze meeting yours. "Incredible," she breathed, her voice a hoarse whisper. "So sweet and… and intoxicating."

The words sent a shiver through you, and you felt your body respond. Your hips bucked upwards, searching for more of JJ's mouth, desperately trying to increase the pressure. You were steadily building up to your orgasm.

JJ took the cue, her movements becoming more deliberate as she listened to Elle's instructions. Each flick of her tongue was a little more precise, each suck a little more insistent. You could feel her trying to please you, to be the best she could be, and the effort was intoxicating.

Elle's fingers pumped in and out of JJ, her thumb rubbing circles around her clit. You watched the two of them, the sight of your girlfriend's hand in JJ's pussy making you wetter than you'd ever been. You could feel your own orgasm building, a pressure that was becoming almost unbearable.

JJ's tongue was a little rougher than Elle's, her technique not as refined. But as she listened to Elle's instructions, her movements grew more deliberate, more confident. And with every word, every gentle correction, you found yourself getting closer to the edge. The knowledge that Elle was watching, that she was in control of your pleasure, was an aphrodisiac more potent than any you'd ever known.

Elle's hand never stopped moving in JJ's pussy, her fingers curling and uncurling in a slow, torturous rhythm that had the other woman's hips rocking back to meet her touch. She could feel JJ's orgasm approaching, the tension in her body tightening with every stroke. But she held back, her eyes locked on yours, waiting for the moment when she knew you were ready to fall over the precipice.

"Now, JJ," she said, her voice low and intense. "Find her g-spot. Press firmly, but gently, just like this." She demonstrated the pressure on JJ, her hips jerking slightly at the sensation.

JJ nodded, her eyes focused on the task at hand. You felt her shift, her tongue moving away as she inserted two fingers into you, her movements tentative at first, then growing bolder as she listened to Elle's guidance. The feeling was overwhelming, the fullness of her digits combined with the insistent pressure on your g-spot was what you needed.

Your hips bucked down, eagerly meeting her hand as it worked its way into your body. It was as if she could read your mind, her fingers gliding into your wetness with an ease that made your eyes roll back in your head. And then, just as you were about to lose yourself to the sensation, she added her tongue back to your clit, the combination sending a shockwave of pleasure through you.

Elle's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched JJ follow her instructions. She could practically feel the tension in your body, the way your muscles tightened around her fingers as you grew closer to the edge. She knew exactly how to push you over, but she was enjoying the slow burn, the delicious anticipation of watching you fall apart.

"Faster," she told JJ, her voice a soft command. "I want to hear her scream."

JJ's eyes snapped to yours, her pupils dilated with lust as she quickened her pace. You felt the pressure building, a coil of tension winding tighter and tighter with every stroke of her fingers. You were so close, so fucking close.

Suddenly your body bowed off the bed, a keening wail tearing from your throat. The world fading out around you, your vision going white as pleasure flooded your veins. JJ's mouth never left you, her tongue working tirelessly as you rode the wave of ecstasy. You could feel her breathing hitch, her body tense with the effort of pleasing you.

Elle watched the two of you, a smug smile playing on her lips. She knew she had orchestrated this moment to perfection, the culmination of weeks of tension and desire. Her own hand never ceased its rhythm inside JJ, feeling her muscles tighten around her fingers as she approached her own climax.

You collapse back onto the bed, breathless and trembling, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rolling through your body. The world had narrowed down to this room, this moment, these two women who had brought you to the heights of pleasure. JJ's mouth was still on you, her tongue tracing lazy circles around your clit, her eyes closed as if savouring the taste of you on her tongue.

Elle watched with a smug satisfaction, her own breathing heavy as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of JJ's wet pussy. She could feel the other woman's orgasm building, the way her walls clenched around her digits with each stroke. She knew that with a few more movements, she could send JJ spiralling over the edge.

With a final twist of her wrist and a firm press against JJ's g-spot, she did exactly that. JJ's body stiffened, a keening sound escaping her throat as she came, her juices flooding over Elle's hand. Her eyes squeezed shut, her face a picture of pure ecstasy, as she rode out the waves of pleasure that crashed over her.

Elle watched, her own desire ramping up as she felt JJ's orgasm through her fingertips. She pulled her hand out with a wet sound, bringing her fingers to her own mouth and tasting the sweetness. "Mmm," she moaned, her eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. "So good."

With a contented sigh, she leaned back on the bed, her body relaxed and replete. The air was thick with the musk of arousal and the sweet scent of pleasure, a heady mix that only served to increase her own need.

You watched as JJ slowly pulled away, her face flushed and eyes glazed with satisfaction. She took a moment to catch her breath before collapsing onto the bed beside you, her body heavy and languid. You couldn't help but reach out to stroke her cheek.

Elle, however, hadn't reached her peak yet, and JJ noticed. She turned to you both, her eyes filled with concern. "Elle," she breathed, "you didn't…"

But before she could finish, Elle waved a hand, her smile knowing. "Don't worry about me," she said, her eyes drifting over to you. "I'll collect my dues later."

The three of you lie there for a few minutes, the only sound the harshness of your breathing as it slowly evened out. The tension that had been building all evening was gone, replaced with a warm contented silence.

After a while, JJ shifts, breaking the peaceful tableau. She looks between you and Elle, her expression a mix of satisfaction and shyness. "I should…I should probably go," she says, her voice a bit raspy. "Don't want to overstay my welcome."

You both nod, the understanding clear. The night had been intense, and while it had been incredible, you knew that too much of a good thing could ruin the moment. You sit up, wiping a strand of hair from your face. "Thank you, JJ," you say quietly. "That was… amazing."

JJ smiles back, a hint of shyness playing on her lips. She nods, her eyes still glazed with satisfaction. "It was," she agrees, her voice still a bit breathless. "But I should really go." She starts to sit up, her body moving with the lazy grace of someone who has been thoroughly satisfied.

Elle and you both slip into robes, the fabric whispering against your skin as you move. You help JJ to her feet, the three of you navigating the mess of discarded clothing scattered across the floor. The act of getting dressed feels almost mundane after the intense experience you've just shared, but it serves to ground you in reality.

When you reach the door, JJ hesitates, her hand lingering on the doorknob. She looks over her shoulder at the two of you, a mix of satisfaction and nerves playing across her features. "Thank you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "For letting me be part of this."

Elle nods, her smile soft. "It was fun," she replies, her eyes flicking down to your still flushed face. "But remember, she's mine."

As soon as the door clicks shut behind JJ, the atmosphere in the room shifts. The tension that had been coiled around the three of you like a living thing suddenly snaps tight. You turn to face Elle, expecting to find satisfaction in her eyes, but instead, you're met with a fierce hunger that takes your breath away.

With a speed that belies her passion, she crosses the room and pins you against the wall, her hands on either side of your head. Her eyes are like flames, burning with a desire that's as intense as it is possessive. "It's time to reclaim what's mine," she says, her voice low and demanding.

Your heart races in anticipation as she leans in, her breath hot against your neck. You can feel the power of her desire, the need to assert her dominance in the wake of the shared intimacy with JJ. It's a heady feeling, being wanted so badly, being the centre of someone's world.

Elle's tongue traces a wet line up your neck. She nips gently at the sensitive skin, her teeth grazing your pulse point before she bites down, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark that will surely be visible tomorrow. The sting of pain sends a shock of pleasure through your body, making your legs wobble.

With a surprising show of strength, she lifts you off your feet, carrying you to the bedroom like you're a ragdoll. She tosses you onto the bed, the impact jarring but welcome. You bounce slightly before settling into the softness of the mattress, your heart racing in anticipation of what's to come.

Elle follows you, her movements fluid and predatory. She's on you in a moment, claiming your mouth in an intense kiss that leaves you gasping for breath. Her tongue is a fierce, demanding presence, tasting every part of you as if she's trying to erase the memory of JJ's touch. You can feel the passion in her, a wild beast that's been let out of its cage.

With an impatient tug, she pulls the tie of your robe loose. The fabric slides away from your body, revealing your bare skin to the cool air. Her eyes rake over you, a mix of hunger and possessiveness in their depths. She takes her time, savouring the sight of you, her fingers tracing the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips. It's as if she's branding you with her gaze, marking every inch of your body as hers.

Her touch is insistent as she runs her palms over your skin, feeling the goosebumps rise in response. She seems to be everywhere at once, her hands exploring, claiming, as if she can't get enough of you. Her mouth follows the path her eyes have taken, her kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You arch into her touch, your body responding instinctively, craving the feel of her skin on yours.

"Elle," you murmur, your voice a breathless whisper. Her name is a prayer, a plea for more. And more is what you get. She growls low in her throat, a feral sound that thrills you. "JJ can't make you feel like this, can she?"

Her eyes flash with possessiveness as she pins your wrists to the bed, her hips grinding against yours in a silent demand for an answer. You can feel her heat pressing into you, the fabric of her own robe the only barrier between you. It's a question that hangs in the air.

"No," you gasp out, your voice hoarse from the pleasure that still echoes through your body. "Nobody can make me feel like you do, Elle."

Her eyes light up at your words, and she leans down to kiss you again, her teeth grazing your bottom lip. The sensation is shocking, a sharp, sweet pain that sends a jolt of desire straight to your core. She kisses down your body, her teeth leaving a trail of love bites that will serve as a reminder of this night. Each one makes you squirm, a delicious agony that you can't help but crave more of.

When she reaches your thighs, she takes a moment to admire the soft flesh. With a wicked smile, she sinks her teeth in harder than before, making you cry out. She feels your legs tense beneath her, your body arching off the bed. The love bites she makes here are the darkest, the most pronounced. It's as if she's leaving her brand on you, a declaration of ownership that makes you burn with excitement.

Her kisses grow wetter as she moves lower, her mouth finally reaching the apex of your thighs. She breathes in deeply, taking in the scent of your arousal, and you can feel your clit throb in response. Her tongue traces the outside of your pussy, teasing and taunting, not giving you what you need. The anticipation is unbearable, your hips rocking up to meet her mouth.

With a low chuckle, she finally gives in, her tongue parting your folds and delving into your wetness. You cry out, your body bucking as she finds your clit, circling it with a firm pressure that sends sparks of pleasure through you. Her teeth graze the sensitive skin around it, making you whimper. It's a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that you've never felt with anyone else.

Elle's grip on your hips tightens, her nails digging in slightly as she holds you down. You can feel the need in her touch, a fierce hunger that demands satisfaction. Her tongue flicks against your clit, fast and insistent, while her other hand slides down to your opening, her fingers sliding inside with ease. She's relentless, her mouth and hand working in tandem to drive you wild.

And wild you go, your body responding to her touch with a fervour that surprises even you. You're so wet, you can feel yourself dripping down onto her hand, the sound of her fingers moving in and out of you filling the room. The slickness of it all is so erotic that you can't help but moan louder, your hips grinding against her face.

Elle's eyes are on you, watching your every reaction, her own arousal clear in the way she's panting against your skin. She talks dirty to you, her voice a low growl that vibrates through your body, making you shiver with need. "You're so wet for me," she murmurs, her words muffled by your flesh.

Her palm presses down firmly on your clit, rubbing in tight circles that make you want to scream. The pressure is perfect, building a crescendo of pleasure that feels like it will never end. And as she does this, her fingers are still buried inside you, pumping in and out, filling you up with every thrust.

Elle knows your body like the back of her hand. She's studied every inch of you, every quiver, every gasp. She's a maestro playing a symphony of pleasure, and you're her instrument, tuned to perfection. She can feel your body tightening around her fingers, the muscles in your thighs quivering with the effort of holding on.

Her tongue moves with purpose, each stroke calculated to elicit the maximum response. She's a master at reading the signs, knowing exactly when to ease off and let you catch your breath, only to plunge you back into the abyss of pleasure.

Elle's fingers curl inside you, finding that spot that makes your toes curl. She's not gentle, but you don't want her to be. You want to feel every inch of her, to know that she's there, claiming you, reminding you of what you mean to her.

And as she does, you can't help but think about JJ. How sweet she was, how eager she had been to pleasure you. But it's not the same. It's like comparing a candle to a wildfire. With JJ, it had been fun, a thrilling escape from reality. But with Elle, it's raw, it's real, it's home.

Elle seems to read your thoughts, because she pulls back, her eyes flashing with a possessive fire. "JJ could never fuck you like this, could she?" she snarls, her voice low and guttural.

The question hangs in the air, a challenge that you can't ignore. You shake your head, your voice barely above a whisper. "No," you admit, your breath hitching as she lowers her mouth back down on your pussy.

She sucks your clit between her lips, and you can't help but arch upwards, your body begging for more. She responds by increasing the suction, her tongue swirling faster and faster in her mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, a crescendo of pleasure that makes your toes curl.

The thrust of her hand was so intense that you were rocking up the sheets, your breasts jiggling harshly with each movement. The sensation of her fingers inside you, combined with the relentless pressure on your clit, was driving you mad with desire. You could feel your orgasm approaching like a freight train, an unstoppable force that you were powerless to resist.

You came moaning loudly, curling in on yourself as the pleasure washed over you. Your back arched off the bed, and your legs clamped around her head, holding her in place as if you were afraid she'd stop if you let go. But she didn't stop, not even when your cries grew hoarse, your body jerking with the intensity of your climax.

Elle's tongue and fingers didn't ease up until you were a trembling mess beneath her, your orgasm fading into delicious aftershocks. Only then did she pull away, licking her lips with a smug satisfaction that made you want to laugh and kiss her at the same time.

But there was no time for that, because she was already moving over you, her own robe coming off to reveal her naked body, her breasts swaying with each movement. You watched, transfixed, as she settled between your legs, her own thighs pressing against yours.

The feeling of her slick skin sliding against yours was heavenly. She was wet with desire, her juices coating both of you as she ground her hips against yours. You felt her heat, her wetness, and you were lost to all reason. Your body was a live wire, each brush of skin against skin sending electric shocks of pleasure through you.

You wrapped your legs around hers, pulling her closer, your bodies melding together. The room was a haze of desire, the only sound the slap of your thighs meeting and the harshness of your breaths. Your clit was swollen and sensitive, and each time it rubbed against hers, it sent liquid heat through you.

Elle groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Yes," she breathed, her voice ragged with need. "Just like that."

Your hips ground down, grinding your sex against hers with a fierce intensity that was almost primal. You were animals, driven by instinct, by the need to claim and be claimed. Your bodies moved in a dance as old as time itself, each stroke of skin on skin, each brush of your clits, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you like a storm at sea.

You could feel the wetness between your legs, the heat of her arousal mixing with your own. Your breaths grew ragged, your chests heaving with the effort of staying connected, of getting closer.

Elle's eyes met yours as she leaned in, her breath hot against your cheek. "You're mine," she whispered, her voice a harsh rasp. "Always."

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, a delicious thrill that made you want to submit to her completely. You nodded, unable to speak as your hips continued to grind against hers. It was like nothing you'd ever felt before, a raw, primal need that seemed to consume you both.

"You have no idea how much watching her touch you drove me wild," she grunted out, her voice a dark promise. "I wanted to rip her hands away and show her who you really belong to."

Her words sent a bolt of electricity through your body, making your clit throb with renewed lust. The thought of her jealousy, of her need to claim you so fiercely in front of JJ, only added to your desire. You could see the hunger in her eyes, the raw need to possess you completely.

"Elle," you gasped. "I'm yours. I always have been."

"Say it again," she demanded, her voice filled with need. "Say it like you mean it."

You swallowed, the taste of her still on your tongue. "I'm yours, Elle. Always."

Her hips stuttered against yours, and you knew she was close. You felt a strange power, knowing that you had the ability to give her what she needed. You thrust upwards, grinding against her with everything you had.

You could see her fighting for control, but it was a losing battle. With a final, desperate push, she let go, her body shaking with the force of her climax. It triggered yours, the sensations overlapping in a crescendo of pleasure that left you both gasping for air.

Elle collapsed on top of you, her breath hot against your neck. You could feel her heart racing, the thunder of her pulse matching your own. Your bodies were slick with sweat, your skin sticking together as you both struggled to catch your breath.

With a sudden surge of passion, you grabbed her face and pulled her into a deep, demanding kiss. It was as if you needed to consume her, to claim her as fiercely as she had claimed you.

"I love you," you whispered against her mouth, the words spilling out with an intensity that took even you by surprise.

Elle's eyes searched yours for a moment before she responded, "I love you too." Her voice was thick with emotion, and she leaned in to kiss you again, her mouth moving against yours with a passion that made your toes curl.

As your kisses grew slower, more tender, you both pulled back to gaze at each other. The intensity of your shared experience had deepened the connection between you, and you could see the love in her eyes, stark and unmistakable.

With a contented sigh, you both settled under the soft sheets, your bodies still slick with sweat and desire. You felt the warmth of her skin against yours, the steady beat of her heart beneath your palm. It was a comforting feeling, a reminder that despite the wildness of the night, you were still the same people who loved and cared for each other.

Elle wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer so your bodies were spooned together. Her breath was hot against your neck, her chest rising and falling in time with yours.

You turned to face her, looking into her eyes with a soft smile. "You know," you said, your voice a gentle whisper in the quiet night, "that threesome with JJ, it didn't change anything."

Elle's eyes searched yours, looking for any trace of doubt or deceit, but all she found was honesty. You took her hand and placed it over your heart, feeling the rapid beat beneath her palm. "You're the only one for me," you reassured her, the words spilling out with an ease that surprised even you. "Having her here, it only made me realize how much I love belonging to you."

Her eyes softened, and she leaned in to kiss you again, her teeth catching your bottom lip in a gentle bite. "I've never felt more alive than when I'm with you," she murmured against your mouth. "It's like I can't get enough of you, no matter how much I have."

You nodded, your heart swelling with love for this woman who could be so tender one moment and so fierce the next. "And tonight," you whispered, "just made me realize that I never want to be with anyone else. You're all I need."

Elle's eyes searched yours, the fire in them fading to a gentle warmth. "I know," she murmured, her thumb stroking soothingly against your cheek. "And I don't want to share you with anyone else either. You're mine."

"I'm yours," you whisper into the quiet of the night, feeling the truth of them resonate deep within your core. The threesome with JJ had been fun, something new and exciting, but it was nothing compared to the deep, soul-consuming love you felt for Elle. The intimacy between the two of you was a force of nature, unmatched by any fleeting fling or shared moment with someone else.

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

JJ: Don’t even talk to me right now.

EMILY: Man, what did I do this time?

JJ: You walked into the living room, told Sergio how cute he was, told him you loved him, gave him forehead kisses, and then left the room.

EMILY: So?

JJ: The cat was in my lap?!?!

(Inspired by @thememedaddy)

[eldrai]

"Which one is the bottom?" "But who tops?"

do you remember when derek ran into an active bombing site because hotch was down there and needed help. do you remember when hotch told derek he had and always would trust him with his life. do you remember hotch coming with derek in restorations. leaving the door open in profiler, profiled. derek being the one to hold him after foyet. what about "no thanks, I like my job" "you like him more". how hotch's hallucinated fears culminated in derek dying right in front of him, close enough to feel the blood. or derek saying call hotch--not 911, hotch--when they kidnapped him. or the casual touches. every time they share space they have no real reason to other than because the other is there. remember when derek took on some of the paperwork because he knew what it was like to have a single parent, so hotch wouldn't stress? or when hotch heard derek say he'd lied about a body, he'd needed help, and was instantly ready to go? how over and over they always gravitate back to each other? remember when derek said hotch could sometimes be kind of a drill sergeant, softening it with the qualifiers? when hotch tells derek about haley leaving? when derek says to rossi he's going to do whatever hotch needs him to do because he's lost enough? every single time derek is the one to seriously worry about hotch when he's hurt? do you remember all of that?

to answer the question, i don't know. i don't see why it matters, because i think any of the above tells you infinitely more about them.

[ohwowimlonley]

hotch and shy reader saying "your hands are warm"

Ugh I just love him

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You’re riding shotgun in the SUV next to your supervisor. His eyes are dead set on the road, intent on getting to the precinct as fast as he can so you can get a rundown of your newest case. You’re trying desperately to not let on to the fact you’re ecstatic to be sitting next to the older man, willing your lips not to curl into a smile.

Unbeknownst to you, Aaron is attempting to do the same. This strange flirting has been going on between the two of you for weeks now, and there’s no sign of it stopping any time soon. He’s been working up the courage to say something to you for a little while now, his confidence higher now that the two of you are alone in the car together, the other part of the team blissfully taking a different car.

Finally, with one bold sweep, his hand lands on the small part of bare skin your skirt exposes. You jump in your seat, that patch of skin suddenly warm in comparison to your suddenly shivering body.

“Everything okay?” He’s about to retract his hand, afraid he’s read the situation wrong, that maybe you don’t like him that way he thinks you do.

“Yeah, it’s just,” you cover his hand with your own, keeping it in place, calming his fears, “your hand is warm,”

[fondfamilies]

maybe an unpopular opinion (?) but i love how hotch's story ends - all those times being whisked out of jack's life at the drop of a hat to go on a case for who knows how long & in the end he's whisked out of the team's lives out of the blue for who knows how long (probably forever), to be with jack & not leave him for his job ever again

in the first ep he's trying to find a name for jack that won't connect in his brain to a serial killer & after so many years being pulled both ways he finally (earns) makes a complete decision, how many cm characters get a happy ending?? a hero's ending!